After Ferdinand left in a hurry, Donald was alone in the villa thinking carefully, digesting the events of the day, and then suddenly something interesting came to mind.

Arriving at the library he had built for himself in the villa, Donald opened a book that had been copied from the clubhouse.

This is a geographical map of the Northlands compiled by a traveling mage two hundred years ago, which contains most of the terrain of the northland of the continent where the Kingdom of Celt is located.

Flipping through the map, he holds in his right hand a sheepskin map taken from the storage space, one of the trophies left over from defeating the sorcerer.

He hadn't figured out the origin of this thing before, and there weren't many books about ancient languages in the clubhouse, and he only knew that the parchment scroll was written on it one of the several languages used by ancient arcanists, so he didn't pay attention to it, and soon looked at it in the back of his mind.

Now the appearance of the hand of justice shows that the Radiant Tritheistic Church obviously attaches great importance to that sorcerer, and a sorcerer with bronze strength should not be worthy of a behemoth like the Radiant Tritheistic Church to chase after him, then it is likely that this little sorcerer has some important secret.

That's why Donald thought of this mysterious ancient map in his hand.

Holding the parchment scroll, looking through the map in the book, comparing the two sides, half an hour later, Donald found a terrain similar to the picture on the parchment scroll on a topographic map of the south of Selt.

"It turned out to be here, it is said that the sorcerer also ran to the six towns in the south, could it be that it is also for the things on the map? This ancient map can be carried by the sorcerer, and the hand of justice is chasing after the sorcerer, there must be something special, maybe it is a treasure map!"

Donald said to himself with a parchment.

"Look at this material, it has been at least hundreds of years, and one end is neat and the other end is broken, it looks like it should have been torn from some book volume!"

Thinking about it, Donald found a few more general histories of the continent and ancient miscellaneous records, and patiently searched for the relevance of them.

Half a day later, rubbing his dry eyes, Donald closed the last book.

From these books he received an inaccurate piece of information, which was recorded in a miscellaneous book of legends, and the contents of the books were like fictional fantasy stories, which did not seem to be very accurate, and were mostly based on real history. But one of the descriptions of the Northland caught Donald's attention.

“...... After conquering most of the world with their wisdom and kindness, the Arcanists set their sights on the northern lands of a continent never before set foot by humans. It was a realm controlled by the giants and their descendants, and although the purebred giants' bloodlines became scarce with the end of the Golden Age of Antiquity, their descendants still built powerful tribes on the ice-swept plateaus, and the Arcanists called them Highlanders because of their common kinship with humans......"

"There are other natives in the cold Northlands, but they are all subservient to the spears of the Highlanders, but the Highlanders have their own troubles. The gods broke the ice from the far north in a vain attempt to enslave the Highlanders, who have been fighting the gods for centuries under the leadership of several giant ancestors. Until a great arcanist lord named Sierra defeated the evil god who controlled the harsh winter with his powerful magic and arcane magic circle, sealed the source of cold in the northland, and made the cold northland warm and green all day long, so the highlanders in order to thank the great arcanist lord for his help, established a permanent alliance with Serra and his arcanists, a large number of powerful and elite highlander warriors became followers of the arcanists, and the highlander tribe also entered the heyday of the era because of the trade and exchange with the Arcanist Empire......"

“...... No matter how powerful a human being is, he can't stop the erosion of time, and the Great Arcanist Lord, who is as strong as a true god, will have an end of life one day. The Abyssal Plane invaded, demons descended on the Overworld, the gods of the front line retreated, and in order to defend their homeland, the Arcanists rose up and fought, and the Sky City fell like a meteor. Although the Grand Arcanist Lord Serra survived that battle, but his soul was incurably wounded in the battle with the Abyss Lord, he knew that his time was running out, and the sealed evil god reappeared, Serra, with the help of his highlander allies, sealed his Sky City and the evil god at the north and south ends of the Northland, and built a huge mausoleum for him, for the great legendary Grand Arcanist to lie quietly in his underground palace waiting for the end to come!"

Grand Arcanist Lord, Evil God, Sealed City in the Sky!

These words touched Donald's heart deeply, and he couldn't tell how true the story was. But if there is a 1% chance of it, then it means that this map is recorded in one of the two seals of the Grand Arcanist Lord Serra, either the Sky City that houses the tomb of the legendary Grand Arcanist, or the location where the evil god is sealed.

And since the Church of the Radiant Tritheism attaches so much importance to this, it means that the contents of this parchment should be of great value.

However, Beijun is a remote place after all, and the collections in the mage hall are all privately donated and copied by the mages of previous generations, so the collection is not rich, and if you have the opportunity to go to the library of the Mage Guild in the royal capital, you may be able to find an accurate record of this matter.

Besides, whether it is the city in the sky or the seal of the evil god, it is not something that his strength can touch, there are not a few silver powerhouses or even gold strength to suppress the formation, and casually breaking into such a dangerous place is simply a meat bun beating a dog, and there is no return!

"Maybe you can pull the Ansel family, and with the strength of their family, it should definitely be able to dispatch a few silver powerhouses, but that will have to wait until the authenticity of the map is confirmed!"

Not to mention Donald's thoughts, on the other hand, in just three days, Ferdinand, who was on his way at full speed, returned to Bauhinia City, the capital of the northwest.

In a garden on the hill behind the Marquis's Palace, Ferdinand was so tired that he rushed here without bothering to freshen up.

"Mother, Father, I'm back!"

A gentle voice came from the delicate flower room in the garden.

"What are you shouting? Such a big person, and he is frizzy!"

Ferdinand bowed his head and said, "Mother taught me a lesson, but this time the situation is very important, I brought back Master Donald's trading items, Mother you will know if you see it!"

A low and mocking male voice said:

"There's something a little mage can do to make Ferdinand so nervous, I'd like to see!"

Then, Edwina, Marquise of Ansel, dressed as a traditional aristocratic lady, walked out holding her husband Vincent's hand.

The appearance of this Marquis of Ansel, the Storm Sword Master, is definitely beyond the imagination of some people, he looks like a simple nobleman in the prime of life, very similar to Ferdinand's silhouette, but more tough and resolute, and has no son to inherit his mother's beauty, relatively soft and handsome. If it weren't for the moustache on his mouth, the Marquis would have looked no older than Ferdinand, not like father and son, but like a pair of brothers!

"Father, have you cultivated from the forbidden land? That's right, I brought back good things this time, I guess you will be satisfied!"

As he spoke, Ferdinand had already taken out a few items from the package.

The Marquise, who had been paying close attention to this transaction, immediately took the things in her hand, carefully examined them one by one, and then nodded and said:

"The quality of these potions is good, they are definitely from the hands of high-level alchemists, they should be very helpful to your father, and the specific effect will not be known until you try it. ”

"Huh, what is this?"

Getting the last scroll-like item, Edwina was suddenly stunned, and then showed a shocked look.

Ferdinand smiled excitedly, "Does Mother recognize it? This is a directional teleportation scroll!"

As he spoke, he recounted the effect of the scroll that Donald had introduced, and the Marquis and his wife were amazed when they heard it. Especially the Marquise, who was already a silver mage, understood the value of this directional teleportation scroll best.

"It turned out to be a directional teleportation scroll? Such a high-level spatial magic circle principle has been lost for nearly a thousand years, and even the mage tower of the Kingdom Mage Association has not preserved such an ancient space system spell creation, so I speculate that there must be an alchemist at least a master level behind this Donald mage, or even a strong person who has obtained the inheritance of ancient spells. Is it Messer? has he reached this level after not seeing him for many years?"

"It's a pity that once this directional teleportation scroll is torn, it will be activated immediately, and it can save lives at a critical time, and the magic circle on it is using the invisible magic circle circuit depiction technology that only existed in the ancient arcane empire era, and if it is not activated, the trend and principle of the magic circle will not be observed. Unless you are willing to waste a chance to save your life, even the ** master and the alchemy master will not be able to study and copy this kind of spell scroll. ”

The circle of the Scroll of Return to the City is hidden inside the scroll, and the patterns on the outside are mostly used as a cover and a defensive circle when teleporting, which is also the reason why the high-ranking mage of the Marquise did not find some differences between the scroll provided by Donald and the real teleportation scroll.

You must know that the teleportation circle directly deduced by the Book of Truth according to the laws and structure of this world space is much higher than the level of the teleportation scroll made by ordinary mages. Even if a true god-level existence has mastered this kind of magic circle, it will also be very helpful for the improvement of one's own strength. After all, simply speaking, although it is only a tool for human use, the rules mastered by a high-level artifact are even more advanced than most of the true gods in this world.

"I didn't expect a little mage to really have such a rare item, so these bottles of alchemy potions are estimated to be extraordinary, I'll try the effect first!"

The Marquis of Ansel was a little anxious to take a bottle of potion and was about to drink it all, but he was slapped on the arm by Madame Edwina, and said angrily:

"What are you anxious about? These two potions must be taken together to have the greatest effect!"

As a silver mage, although Edvina is not very proficient in alchemy and apothery, she also understands basic common sense, and as soon as she listens to the introduction brought back by her son, she knows how to take the two potions most suitable for her husband, who is a sword saint.

was counted down by his wife, and the marquis did not dare to talk back, but with a sneer, the two bottles of potion handed over by his wife drank them together.

Watching Vincent take the potion and begin to close his eyes to feel the situation in his body, Edwina and Ferdinand, mother and son, waited for the results.

(To be continued)