The young fisherman shook his head: "I don't want anything. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The mages seemed stunned, speechless.

Judel put the fish in his hand, turned and left.

After taking two steps, the mage caught up and grabbed him and put a piece of fiery red fish scales in the fisherman's hand: "You can take this to the water's edge at any time, and the reward you deserve Allah will not forget." ”

Judel took the fish scales and left without looking back.

The young fisherman's back disappeared behind the sand dunes in the distance, and the mage finally turned around. He walked to the water's edge, knelt down, and kissed the mud and sand at the water's edge: "The day has finally arrived......"

"The Ancestors never thought that the Vault would be opened, this is the will of the Essence. A member of the ranks stepped forward and picked up the kneeling mage.

"Thank you, Lord Count, Professor Magellan, the mages of the White Tower will not forget you, in the name of the Essence. ”

"No thanks, actually, it's me who says thank you, I kind of love that story. ”

That's right, this team of god kings, princesses and princes and their retinue are all pretended to be people hired by the mage, the princess is the countess, and the prince is Magellan.

"That story by Professor Magellan is really wonderful. ”

"Amazing. ”

But Magellan seemed a little absent-minded, and he didn't look very happy: "Have you noticed that the young man is really in love with you?" ”

"I'm pretty sure it's a delusion, but I'm not surprised," said the countess with a smile on her face in that gorgeous dress, and even the real princess was not as pretty as she was, "and I let him see his favorite side." ”

"Is that the same for me?"

"Of course, this is the habit of an ordinary lady. It's just a coincidence, the one you like happens to be very close to what I really look like. ”

Magellan shook his head and suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart: "What next?"

"Go back, it's just the key to the place where the key is hidden, there are a lot of traps in there, and we have to be prepared. ”

......

Judel hung his head and walked into the town.

He took the little fish scale and walked down the street in despair, thinking about the love affair that had ended before he had even begun.

Judel told himself that he would never see the princess again.

The bright red scales were like a fire, scorching his heart.

At this moment, a man suddenly stopped Judel.

"What do you have in your hand, young man?"

Judall looked back and saw that it was the owner of a bread shop, a slightly wealthy bearded middle-aged man.

"Nothing. The young fisherman put away his scales and turned away.

"Young man, I think you're a fisherman, but there's no fish in the net. ”

Judel was stunned for a moment, remembering that he was going to starve again today, but he still didn't stop.

"Here, I have bread in my store that is too hard to sell, you can take it and eat it." ”

The young fisherman turned around hesitantly, looked at the sincere smile on the boss's face, and nodded with difficulty.

The two walked into the shop, and the owner led Judel to the kitchen behind where the bread was made and closed the door.

Judel felt that something was wrong, but it was too late to run.

"Get out of the scales, young man. There was a look of ecstasy on the boss's face, which made Judel tremble.

"Ah, forgive me, I don't want to scare you. The boss looked at the expression on the young man's face and felt that he was a little too anxious, "Do you know the mage of the White Tower?"

Judel nodded, of course he knew. This small city is the domain of the White Tower Mages, who are among the most powerful forces in the Alpha Empire.

"When I was younger, a few old mages ate the bread I made, and they told me that no one of my descendants would want to be a bakery owner. I didn't think I would be a bakery owner one day, I was poor and I couldn't sell the bread I made. But Master Mage told me that my bread was delicious. ”

The boss's face showed a look of nostalgia and excitement.

"So I had hope, and as you can see now, I really had a bakery. Do you understand, this is a bakery that will make the master of the mage say that it is delicious!"

Speaking of this, the boss suddenly became depressed: "But among my sons, there is no one who is willing to inherit this shop." I'm glad I got to wait for you, and you're the one in the prophecy!"

"What prophecy?" said Judel, still not trusting his boss.

"Master Mage's prophecy is that one day, a young man will pass by the shop with a red fish scale, he has nothing, he is hungry and cold, but he is destined to inherit my shop, and can make bread that makes Master Mage feel delicious!"

Judel hesitated inwardly and fell silent.

......

The process of returning to the city was as troublesome as when he left the city, and Magellan put on his black cloak and followed the mage through the winding alleys again.

Back at his lodgings, Magellan returned his valuable outfit to the mage, who resolutely refused, even though the mage wanted to give the outfit to Magellan.

The mages left in a hurry when they returned, and it seemed that the preparations required to enter the vault were not simple.

Magellan struggled for a moment, but went to the countess.

When he entered the room, the countess was standing in front of a large wardrobe that was spread out horizontally, admiring several sets of clothes of various styles.

"It's one of the little things in my collection, I really didn't expect it to be a new one in it after so long. ”

The outfit of the god-king princess was in the middle of the wardrobe, and the jewels on it were dazzling and shining.

"I don't understand, since the mages have long established the existence of Judel, why did they wait until now?"

"Probably something is missing. ”

"Yes......" Magellan looked absent-minded, "maybe it's Reinhardt's ring." ”

He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke: "What if there are friends of Elizabeth the Great among the mages?"

"Are you worried about the Pope's people?"

"I know that the mage and the pope can't be friends, but what about the king of the world?"

The countess shook her fingers, and the unfolded wardrobe closed to the middle, making a sound of gears turning.

"But Arafa is too far away and too powerful......"

"For the king of the world, it's not enough. ”

The countess smiled, but not as wry as Magellan.

"There is no point in this speculation, indeed, it is possible. ”

"I'm just ......," Magellan rarely hesitated, "with a bad premonition." ”