Fortunately, after the first attack, the other side temporarily stopped. It seems that since the information has reached the hands of Cheese, even rash attacks on the mage's location are doomed to be in vain. This continued until the next afternoon, when Cheese returned from the Ash Tower. After discussing the matter of splitting up with the crow, the mage hurried back to the royal capital, and when he passed through the portal and reappeared in the safe room, Cheese unconsciously glanced back at the space rift that was closing, and he always felt as if he had forgotten something.

"I say, you burned down the house in less than a day?" was the first thing Cheese said as he pushed open the door to the living room.

Indeed, although it has been remedied for a day, the living room that has just experienced a vicious battle still looks miserable. The frames of the beautiful glass windows were randomly nailed to the frames of the windows to prevent the wind from penetrating, and the floor, which had a fine wooden floor, became pitch black. In addition to the entrance to the living room, you can see a little bit of what this room looked like before, and you will believe that this is a stable cheese.

"Haha, somebody doesn't have the right to say that. I don't know what weird research you're doing upstairs. But in order to protect this place, I, an old man, almost confessed here. Turning around with his pipe in his mouth, Roland's appearance made Cheese laugh out loud. Although the dirt on his face was wiped away, the beard and hair burned by the flames could not grow back overnight.

At this time, Roland could only casually tie his remaining beard together with hemp rope, and then cut his white hair into a finger-long short hair. Thanks to this appearance, Roland has no way to go out to perform for the time being.

"Why? Someone visited here when I wasn't there?" saw that the old man seemed to be in fine condition except for his beard and hair. Cheese was relieved. The mage pulled over a blackened chair and sat down after making sure it could hold its weight.

"Hey, those things are the worst guests I've ever seen in my life. Without further ado, see for yourself. With that, Roland pulled something out from under the table beside him and threw it at Cheese.

The mage grabbed the old man's throw, and when he looked closely, he saw a hideous roasted spider's head facing him. Those huge claws still seemed to have the ability to cut their necks. If it is an ordinary person, it is very normal to be startled by Roland's prank, but the psychological quality of Cheese as a spellcaster is not comparable to ordinary people. The mage carefully examined the spider head in his hand, and even broke open the section behind the spider's head with his hand, wanting to see the structure inside.

"Hmm...... Atlanta Spider, I think I can understand this fire-like room. How much of this stuff is coming?" asked Cheese.

"Ten or fifteen, there are too many to remember. If you must know, you might as well ask the stone statue. It certainly knows better than I remember. Roland said, gesturing to Felgen, who was still in the corner. The statue had used up too much energy in the previous battles, and had barely performed any activity after the battle.

"No, that's fine. Knowing the exact number of spiders doesn't provide much information, so Cheese just wants to know an approximate number, "Can you know how they found here?"

Cheese asked himself that he was still very low-key in the royal capital. And this house is the property of the witch, so the enemy shouldn't have found it so quickly. And to attack a building guarded by a spellcaster, a dozen large spiders are obviously insufficient.

According to the little sparrow, the spiders seemed to have followed him. He's been targeted on his way to deliver a letter to you. The magician replied, continuing to smoke his pipe.

"Is it crooked? Wait, Sparrow, how could he be the one who delivered the letter?" Cheese frowned. He remembered that the person who "One-Eyed" had promised to deliver the letter was a shadow.

"According to the kid, he and the killer kid acted together. But on the way, they split up to distract the trackers. Roland said, standing up and tossing the bag containing the information that Sparrow had sent and handed him cheese.

The mage took the pocket, but did not rush to read the contents. He continued.

"What about the Sparrows? Is he gone?" In the house, Cheese felt no signs of the little sparrow's presence.

"yes, he hasn't been gone for long. After all, the kid was also frightened. I don't support him going it alone, but he insists on going back and seeing what the killer kid is doing. And I can't leave you here alone. Roland said and spread his hands. Many casters become unable to protect themselves while researching. The old man, who knew this, could not have put down the cheese that he didn't know what he was doing and left alone after yesterday's attack.

Cheese knew that there was nothing wrong with the old man's approach. Moreover, the flow of people in the royal capital is very large during this time period, and there should be no problem for Sparrow to return to "Crimson Blood" in the crowd. However, the mage was still a little uneasy about letting the little sparrow act alone, and at this moment, a violent knock came from outside the door.

"Mr. Roland!" Sparrow knocked on the door with all his strength, his hands even beginning to bleed out from the force.

"Sparrow, aren't you going back?" The door opened, and it wasn't Roland standing inside, but Cheese. Seeing the appearance of the little sparrow who was supposed to go back appear at the door, the uneasiness in the mage's heart intensified.

"Mr. Cheese, you're back! great!" Seeing that the person who opened the door was Cheese, Sparrow threw himself into the mage's arms in excitement. And at this time, Cheese found that in addition to sweat, there were two obvious marks on the little sparrow's face, and he cried?

"Calm down, Sparrow, calm down. What happened?" asked Cheese, kneeling down on one knee, putting his hands on the little sparrow's shoulders, looking at the child level. In order to stabilize Sparrow's mood as soon as possible, Cheese added a calming magic to his words.

Not knowing whether it was the effect of magic or the trust in cheese, the little sparrow quickly calmed down from the extreme excitement. But when he calmed down, tears began to flow from his already moist eyes.

"Mr. Shadow...... Shadow ......" Sparrow's words were inaudible because of his weeping.

"It's alright, Sparrow. Roland and I are here, don't be afraid. What's wrong with the shadow?" said Cheese softly.

After a few seconds, the little sparrow finally stabilized his emotions, he held back his tears and snot, took a deep breath, and said.

"Mr. Shadow, he's hung at the gates!"