Just when he felt comfortable with the way of flying, Wade was at the top of the tunnel.

The wind gently placed him on the stone floor. Wade waited a few minutes to see if he could fly again.

Even waved his arm, but nothing happened. It seems that the journey has come to an end.

I might be able to check out this place, the Kander sighed and thought. He jumped out of the current, landed on the ground with ease, and began to look around.

There are several torches stuck in the wall, illuminating the entire room. This room is obviously bigger than the mausoleum!

He stood in front of a huge staircase, surveying everything around him.

The stones on each step and the rest of the room are made of pure white stones, which contrasts sharply with the pure black mausoleum underneath.

The staircase leads to the right, which seems to lead to the hall on the other floor. He could see that there was a row of railings in the space above him, presumably some kind of balcony.

Wade stretched out his neck and almost broke it, but he could only see the different colors on the wall above him in the light of the torches.

Who lit the torches?, he thought. Where is this? Part of the Shuma Mausoleum?

Or have I already flown up the Dragon Mountains?

Who lives here? Because torches don't light themselves!

Thinking of this, Wade immediately reached into his pocket and took out a knife just in case. He climbed many stairs and finally reached the balcony.

It was a large space, but he could only see part of it by the flickering light of the fire.

Huge pillars support the wide roof overhead. Another large staircase led to another level.

Wade turned and leaned against the railing to look at the painting behind him.

"Leoaks' beard!" he whispered. "Look at this!"

There is a mural on the wall that stretches the length of the balcony from just across from where Wade is standing.

Although Kander has no cultivation of fine arts, he has never seen such an amazing work in his memory.

Somehow, he thought it was familiar.

Yes, the more closely he looked, the more familiar it felt.

Wade looked at the murals and tried to remember where he had seen them. Directly opposite him on the wall was a terrifying picture of all sorts of dragons descending on the earth.

Like Tarsis, towns are in flames, buildings are crumbling, and people are scattered. It was a horrible sight, and the Kanders quickly jumped over it.

He continued walking along the balcony. When he reached the center of the mural, he was astonished.

"Dragon Mountain! this is it—right on the wall!" he whispered to himself, only to be surprised to find another echo echoing him. He looked around hesitantly, carefully approaching the railing, and continued to admire the murals.

The other side was indeed the Dragon Mountain Range where he was now. It's just that this mural shows that the Dragon Mountain Range has been cut in half by a sword!

"Great!" said the Kander who loves maps. "No wonder," he said. "Here's a map -- we're here right now! If nothing goes wrong, we're in this mountain range. ”

He looked around, as if suddenly he understood something. "I'm in the dragon's throat. No wonder this room is so strangely shaped. He looked back at the map and muttered to himself.

"These are the murals, and that's the balcony where I'm standing now. These pillars ......," he spun around, looking around.

"Yes, that's the staircase. He turned. "This road leads to the dragon's head, and this is where I came from, a passage naturally formed by some kind of wind.

Who built all this...... And for what?"

Wade continued to pace around the balcony, hoping to find some clues in the murals.

On the right-hand side of the balcony, the mural shows another battle.

But this one is less scary, not as shocking as the previous one.

Inside, there are red dragons that spit out fire and ice, and blue and white dragons.

Not only that, but there were other dragons fighting them, silver dragons and golden dragons...... "I remember!" Wade shouted.

The Kanders began to jump up and down, shouting like beasts. "I remember, I remember! I was in New Grande at that time.

Evan showed me that there are good dragons in the world.

They're going to help us fight the dragons! we just need to find them, and those dragon slayers!"

"Oh my God!" a voice came from under the Kander's feet.

"Can't you just let me sleep well? What's the fuss about? You can wake up the dead!"

Wade raised the knife in his hand and turned around alertly. He was almost certain that there was no one else here.

But he was wrong. In a dark corner where the torches could not shine, a dark figure wearing sleeves rose from a stone bench.

He shook his body, stretched, and then made a quick stairs up the stairs, closing in on the Kander.

Although there was still plenty of time, Wade didn't plan to run away, he was just curious about who it was.

He was about to ask the strange fellow why he was taking a nap here, when the man walked under the light of the torch.

It's an old man, and his figure looks very lonely. That's- Wade's knife fell to the ground.

The Khandians shuddered back, leaning against the railing. For the first time in his life, and for the only time, Wade was speechless.

"Ai-Ai-Ai......" he couldn't make any other sound in his throat.

"Well, what? say it louder!" the old man looked down at him, and roared loudly, but not in the slightest hint of anger.

"You were arguing like you were a minute ago. What's going on now? Is something choking?"

"Ai-Ai-Ai......" Wade stammered and whispered.

"Ah, poor child. Is it something strange that has been infected? Could it be that he has aphasia? It's really pitiful.

Come—" The old man reached into his robe and opened many of his inner pockets, while Tysohov was still shaking.

"Take it," the man said. He pulled out a coin, put it in the Kande's unconscious hand, and placed the cold finger on his behalf.

"Hurry up and find a priest.... ”

"Aven!" Tysokov finally said.

"Where?" the old man turned. Raising his staff, he looked fearfully into the darkness. Then it seems that something suddenly comes to mind.

He turned around and asked Wade in a low voice, "I say, are you sure you saw this Aven?"

Isn't he dead? I know I thought ......," Wade said sadly.

"Then he shouldn't run around and scare people casually!" said the old man angrily.

"Looks like I'm going to have to communicate with him. Ahh

Wade stretched out his trembling little hand and pulled at the old man's robe. "I- I'm not sure, but- but I think you're Aven. ”

"Not kidding, really?" the old man stepped back. "The weather has been making me feel uncomfortable for the past few days, and I didn't know it had gotten this bad. He hung his shoulders.

"So I'm dead? Laughing at enmity and hatred, everything is in vain. Dejectedly, he walked over to a low stool and sat down.

"Is the funeral still grand?"

He asked. "Are there a lot of guests coming? Is there a thirty-six salute? To be honest, I've always wanted to see a thirty-six salute. ”

"I-uh," Wade hesitated. I don't know what a salute is. "Squirt like this, then...... It should be said that it ...... There is only some kind of symbolic commemorative ceremony.

You know, we — uh— can't find you — what should I say?"

"My corpse?" added the old man enthusiastically.

"Uh...... Yes, corpses. Wade blushed. "We tried hard to find it, but there were chicken feathers all over the ground...... There is also a dark elf...... Robert said that it was shit luck for us to be able to leave safely......"

"Chicken feathers?" shouted the old man regardless of his image. "Why are there chicken feathers at my funeral?"

"We- uh- you and I and Seston. Do you remember the Valley Dwarf, that Seston?

Oh, and there's a huge chain in the New Grande. And that terrible big red dragon.

We grabbed the chain, and the red dragon spat fire at the chain, and then we fell. "Wade thinks it's already warmed up.

Getting into his favorite part, "I knew it was all over. We're going to die. It would take about 20 meters to get to the end (Wade gradually increases in length every time he tells this story).

You were below me then, and I heard you say a mantra—"

"Yes, as you remember, I'm a great mage. ”

"Uh, yes," Wade stammered for a moment, then continued.

"You chanted a spell - Feather Fall or something. Either way, you only had time to say the first word, 'Feather-', and suddenly-"

The Kander held out his hand with a look of surprise on his face as he remembered what had happened afterward.

"There were hundreds of chicken feathers...... Just like that, it flew in the air. ”

"Wait, what the hell is chicken feather?" Evan asked, smiling, his hands outstretched, apparently unable to understand what the other man meant.

"It's the magic you used to fight the red dragon, have you forgotten?" Kanderman was shocked, but now he didn't know what to do.

"Is it the falling feather I released before, the one that hasn't been released yet?" Evan suddenly realized, he finally sorted out the ins and outs, and now he only needed a little thought to recall the previous scene.

"So, you all think I'm dead?" said Aven, feigning annoyance, his gaze drifting to Ashalivana in the distance, his eyes shining with a different light.

"Who is she?" Evan looked visibly less pretty, and his fingers seemed to tremble slightly.

She ...... She was our friend, the one who helped us escape from the elven colony. The Kander swallowed, then kept his voice to a minimum, saying, "It's just a pity that she's a traitor......"