"What?"

"Something we have long overlooked," sighed the countess, shaking her head, "but this is no longer good news. ”

"Why?"

"Land. ”

Magellan laughed, which quickly turned into a wry smile, and he let out a long sigh.

"So we're going to stay here for a while to confirm your suspicions, while the demon is getting closer. ”

There was still one thing in Magellan's heart that did not come out: and the countess had to go to the excavation site, risking the risk of running into the demon prince.

"Essence can affect everything, including the land. Of course, if I have to, all the effects of that city are fine, but I'm more inclined to the parts that have to do with Isitar. The countess looked at the expression on Magellan's face and laughed, "But I don't think you need to worry, I don't have to run to the excavation site myself." ”

In this way, at least the possibility that the demon prince will find the countess will not be too great, Magellan breathed a sigh of relief.

"A new magical artifact?"

"As I said, the instrument for measuring the erosion of the essence is not yet complete," the countess pulled out a strangely shaped magic item, which was obviously not a custom version of the countess, but a prototype that needed to be further modified, and it looked like a triangular compass with an extra mechanical arm, "The biggest problem is that it can't accurately measure soils that are old or have low essence content, and coincidentally, this is not a problem for the ruins in front of us." ”

"So you think there must have been a time when the essence of this land was like a river?" Magellan sighed as he looked at the ugly metal machine, and most of the time, he believed that better design would bring beauty, but there were always exceptions.

"Correct conclusions are always accompanied by numerous false assumptions," the countess placed a blank piece of paper on the table, then placed the triangular compass on the paper, and the mechanical arm drew a strange picture on the white paper with the colored waves of the essence eroding the metal, "For example, Magellan, who is completely insulated from the essence, has gathered an essence on your body that is dense enough to compare to the magic gem. ”

"That's really ......" Magellan looked down at the picture on the paper, and in the midst of the clueless chaos, his outline was clearly visible, "surprisingly ......"

......

In the afternoon, the sky is the same color as the desert.

Magellan walked out of the city gate with the countess's test sample essence detector and came to the edge of the huge earthen pit.

Although the temperature has not yet returned to a level suitable for work, many villagers have gathered here. In the past, they were usually working hard, but now, they are doing more than they are doing serious work.

They were digging hard, trying to find something like gold in the soil, and if they found something else occasionally, they would put it away and wait to be handed over to Magellan.

Knowing that it was impossible to dig up gold from below, Magellan always felt sorry for the villagers, but this apology was difficult to translate into action, after all, his time was taken up by other things.

He still had a tangled head, red eyes, and a bad-looking disguise, but fortunately the villagers didn't suspect that Bloodhoof had made up an excuse, and in their opinion, a real nobleman like the Countess would naturally have many subordinates.

Magellan went down to the bottom of the pit, cleared out a flat ground, covered it with white paper, set up a triangular compass, set the survey plane horizontally, and then crouched aside and waited.

The erosion of essence is one of the most elusive things in the world, unlike the wind or the waves, or the clouds and natural disasters, and the human obsession with mastering it makes the colorful waves even more dazzling.

Magellan watched as the colors moved forward and backward on the gray compass feet, and watched the various shades of black spread across the white paper.

It would have ended a lot, and he let his thoughts run free like dust in the dry air in front of him.

Then the robotic arm stopped.

It's like a shy long-legged spider lifting a foot from the ground.

Magellan turned off the machine, picked up the white paper, folded it and put it in his arms.

He had to leave.

Magellan knew what he saw, but couldn't believe it, and now he needed the professional judgment of the countess, who was in a city far away from him.

What a laughable coincidence.

The desert never changes, and Bloodhoof is a bit of a surprise, but he doesn't need to explain, but Magellan feels that he might need help, because the breath of the demon clan is already close at hand.

"I don't seem to have had a lot of luck lately......"

Magellan grumbled in a voice that no one could hear, and then climbed over the dunes.

Yuan Chi was waiting at the gate of the city.

Then he saw a man in the sand dunes in the distance.

A slightly short man, plain robes and a white headband.

That's Magellan.

He was no longer lucky, but he could not understand how Athena promised him immunity to magic, and how a demon found him by prophecy.

That's just inconsequential minutiae.

Magellan continued to walk forward, carefully guarding his pace so that the sand did not get into his shoes.

Yuan Chi is still waiting.

The hexagram is too clear, and here he will see the end of his search, which is a human dragon, the only weight on the scales, one of the forks of fate.

The enthusiasm of the Alabifians caused him too much trouble, but at least, not enough for him to fail.

But too many people have passed by here.

The right one hasn't come up yet.

Then Magellan walked through the sand where the road was buried and came to the gate.

He raised his head and glanced at the demons standing in the shadows.

Then he saw a pair of red eyes.

"Your eyes are beautiful. ”

This time, the demons used a language that Magellan had never heard before.

He looked away blankly and continued on his way.

Yuan Chi felt that his patience was about to collapse.

He had never seen a pair of red eyes like that, they were like perfect gems.

The man hadn't shown up yet.

Magellan turned and walked into the alley, the shadows blocked the sun, the precious coolness fell from the sky, he looked at the bright red world and continued to move on.

Then the next corner.

He turned around, and then saw the demons.

"Your eyes. ”

This time the demon spoke a language that Magellan could understand, and he smiled and lowered his head and looked directly into Magellan's eyes.

"Did anyone say it looked like a pair of gems?"

Magellan sighed helplessly and turned sideways to leave.

"My name is Yuan Chi. ”

Magellan didn't stop, he continued to walk forward, and behind him there was the sound of footsteps echoing between the walls.