Wade felt that the swearful words "damn knight" and "elf shit" were really unimaginative.

He decided to show them the versatility of language and its infinite possibilities.

Wade's swear is a classic that mixes creativity and imagination.

Unfortunately, these words are also very direct and explicit, and most of them involve their families, although the person who spoke is still innocent.

"Is that your nose or some kind of malignant tumor? Can the lice crawling on your body perform tightrope walking? Could your mother be a valley dwarf?"

And that's just the beginning. What happened next changed more quickly than you could have imagined.

The guards watched the commotion vigilantly, and the sheriff quickly ordered the ranks to speed up.

What he saw as a display of loot is now a complete precursor to a riot.

"Shut that Khand's mouth!" he shouted angrily.

Robert desperately tries to get close to Wade, but the hectic guards and the raging crowd make this an impossible task.

Gilcenas was knocked to the ground. Stone stands in front of the elf, trying to stop the others from harming him. Hubble also attacked the crowd around him in a rage.

Robert had barely gotten close to Wade when he was hit in the face by an eggplant, and for a moment he couldn't see anything.

"Hey, sheriff, do you know what you can do with that whistle? You can stuff it-"

Wade never had a chance to tell the sheriff what his whistle was for any other purpose, because at that very moment, one big hand covered his mouth, the other grabbed him out of a scuffle, and the other two grabbed his small feet.

A bag was placed over Wade's head, and when he was carried away by these unknown men, his nose could only smell the sack.

Robert wiped the ketchup away from his stinging eyes, hearing more footsteps and shouts in his boots all around.

When he could finally see clearly, the half-elf quickly looked around to make sure everyone was okay. Stone helped Gilsenas to his feet, stopping the bleeding from the cut on the elf's forehead.

Rint cursed angrily as he removed a slice of cabbage stuck in his beard.

"Where's that bastard, Kander!" the dwarf roared. "I'm going to—"

He paused and looked around. "Where's that bastard Kander? Wade? let me take you-"

"Shhhhhhh

Hubble turned blue with anger. "That little bastard!" he cursed. "He was the one who brought us to this field—"

"Shhhhhhhhhhh

Hubble slammed his mouth shut.

The sheriff pushed his prisoners into the courtroom, and when he reached the ugly brick building, the sheriff discovered that one of the prisoners was missing.

"Are we going to get him back?" asked one of the guards.

The sheriff thought for a moment, then shook his head angrily. "Don't waste any time," he said through gritted teeth, "do you know how difficult it is to find a Kander who is deliberately hiding? The really important prisoners are still in our hands.

Let them wait here, I'm going to go in and inform the council. The sheriff walked through a normal wooden door, leaving the guard and Robert in a dark, foul-smelling hallway.

In the corner lay a drunken craftsman who snored loudly. The guards frantically removed pumpkins, turnips, crumbs of greens, and all sorts of dirt from their uniforms.

Gilcenas tried to wipe the blood off his face. Stone struggled to clean his dirty cloak.

The sheriff walked back and stood at the end of the hallway.

"Bring them here. ”

The guards pushed the prisoner forward, and Robert took advantage of the opportunity to lean over Stone.

"Who's ruling here?" he asked in a low voice.

"If we're lucky, the lord still controls the city," the knight replied in a low voice.

"The nobility of Tarsis has always been known for their noble deeds and their emphasis on honor. He shrugged. "Besides, what crime can they accuse us? We didn't do anything. The worst-case scenario would probably be to expel us from the city. ”

As he walked into the council chamber, Robert shook his head suspiciously. It took him a while to get used to the darker and smellier hall than the hallways outside.

The two councillors of Tarsis even held orange peel pouches containing spices and held them close to their noses to hide the smell.

Six councillors sit on benches set up on a raised platform, with three on each side of the lord's left and right. The lord himself sat on a high-backed chair in the center.

The lord looked up as they entered. When he noticed Stone, he raised one eyebrow slightly, and Robert even felt that the lines on his face had become less harsh.

The lord even nodded politely to the knight. Robert couldn't help but be hopeful. The people came forward and stood before the judges. There were no chairs for them to sit on. Suspects or prisoners must stand and complain about their innocence.

"What are these people charged with?" the territory asked.

The sheriff gave the group an angry look.

"Stir up a riot, my lord. He said.

"Riot!" Hubble couldn't hold back any longer. "We had nothing to do with that riot!

A robed figure suddenly emerged from the shadows behind and whispered to the lord. The people didn't see him when they came in, but now they do.

Hubble coughed and shut his mouth. He gave Robert a meaningful look. The dwarf shook his head, his shoulders drooping. Robert began to sigh in worry.

Gilsayers wiped the blood from his forehead with trembling hands, his face full of hatred. Only Stone still looked at the half-human, half-lizard ugly dragon face as if nothing happened.

After the others were taken away by the guards, those who remained in the inn stayed in the room of Ilistan for more than an hour. Calamon stood guard by the door with his unsheathed sword in his hand.

The river breeze kept looking out the window. From this distance they could hear the noise of the crowd, and they kept exchanging uneasy looks.

Soon the noise fell silent. No one dared to disturb them again. The inn fell into a deathly silence.

There were no more incidents all morning. The pale, heatless sun moved through the sky, unable to warm the cold weather at all.

Calamon sheathed his sword and began to yawn. Lena pulled a chair and sat beside him. River Breeze walks over to Scarlet Moon and carefully watches out for her safety, who is discussing plans with Elistan to arrange for a refugee.

Only Lolana stood at the window, although she could no longer see anything, and the guards, tired from walking up and down the street, hid under the arcade to keep warm.

She could hear Lena and Calamon talking and laughing softly behind her, and Lolana turned to look at them. Calamon spoke to Lena in a very small voice, as if describing a battle, and Lena listened attentively, her eyes shining with adoration.

The young woman had been through many battles on their quest for the Hammer of Callas, and although she had never been able to use a sword, she had developed shield attacks into an art without a teacher. She can now easily put on armor.

Although the armor doesn't fit well, she still keeps adding some accessories to her body, and she also keeps leaving some accessories on the battlefield. The sun shone on her chain mail, and the reflection set off her beautiful red hair even more dazzling.

When Calamon and the woman talked, the expression on her face was not only vivid, but also much more relaxed than usual. There was no physical contact between the two, at least not under the watchful eye of those golden eyes, but the two were very close.

Lolana sighed and turned around, feeling very lonely and frightened at the thought of what Rodrith had said.

She heard her own sigh in response, but it wasn't a sigh of remorse.

Rather, it was an exasperated sigh. She turned slightly to look at Rodlis. The mage took the spell book he had been looking at and stepped out into the sunlight that came in through the window.

He had to read this spell book every day. This is also the curse of the mages, and every mage must recite these spells every day, because with the slightest slackness, the spells will disappear like embers in a fire.

Each spell consumes a portion of the mage's stamina, weakening him until he runs out of stamina and has to rest.

Since Rodrith met with everyone in Verlo, both his ability and strength have been improving. The old mage Evan who died in New Grande taught him several new spells, and he was now able to cast them with ease.

As his abilities grew, so did the distrust of him. No one dared to trust him. Indeed, his spells saved them many times.

But he gives people a gloomy, mysterious feeling, as if he has been hiding some secret.

He absentmindedly stroked the dark blue spellbook he had gotten from Shaksharos and looked down the street. The hourglass-shaped pupils in the golden eyes shone with a cold light.

As much as Lolana didn't like to talk to the mage, she had to figure out what he meant?

"What do you see when you look into the distance?" she asked softly, sitting next to him. She suddenly felt like she was surrounded by the fear of the unknown.

"What do I see?" he repeated softly. There was a strong pain and sadness in his voice, not like his usual cynical tone. "I see time destroying people.

Human flesh and blood are gradually aging and decomposing before my eyes. The flowers bloomed, but they withered in my eyes. The emerald green of the trees seemed to me to be full of fallen leaves.

In my eyes, this world has been in darkness from ancient times to the present, immersed in an eternal winter. “

"So—is this a gift from the Tower of Magicians?" asked Lorana, almost speechless. "Why? Is there any reason?"

Rodrith smiled in a rare, twisted way. "In order to remind myself that I am just a mortal, in order to make me sympathize with the weak. His voice grew lower.

"I was very arrogant when I was younger. I'm the youngest candidate to take the test, and I'm going to let them know what I'm capable of!" her thin fists clenched.

"Oh! I did let them know. They destroyed my body and tortured my soul until I had-"

He suddenly stopped, his eyes drifting to Calamon. "What's there?" asked Lolana, scared and curious.

"Nothing. Rodrith lowered his head and whispered. "I shouldn't have said that. ”

Lolana saw his hands tremble. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat. His breathing grew more and more rapid, and he began to cough again.

It was all because of her, and she blushed and shook her head, biting her lower lip. "I-I'm sorry to remind you of such a painful past. I didn't mean to. She lowered her head in confusion and let her hair cover her face - a childish gesture.

Rodrith leaned forward unconsciously, reaching out his trembling hand, trying to stroke the shiny, almost life-threatening hair.

Then he saw his aging hand in his eyes, and he smiled helplessly, quickly withdrew his hand, and leaned back in his chair", with that helpless smile on his lips, which Lolana did not know and would not know;

When he looked at her, what Rodrith saw in his eyes was the only beautiful face he could admire in his life.

By elven standards, she was still very young, and even in the cursed eyes of the mage, she was still not surrounded by any old age and death.

Lolana didn't know anything about it. All she knew was that he moved slightly. She wanted to get up and leave, but she felt attracted to the mage, and he hadn't answered her question yet.

"I—I mean—can you foresee the future? Robert told me about your mother—what did they say—foresight? I know that sometimes Robert will come to you for guidance......

Rodris looked at Lorana thoughtfully. "The half-elves didn't come to me to discuss issues because I could foresee the future.

I can't, I'm not a prophet.

The reason he came to me was because I wanted to use my brain, which most of the other fools didn't have. ”

"But- you said it before. Some of us may never see each other again. ”

Lolana looked at him sincerely. "You must have known something! What is it—I must know! Is it Robert?"

Rodrith thought about it for a moment, and when he spoke, it was so quiet that it was almost audible.

"I don't know," he whispered. "I don't even know why I'm saying that. It's just that—in that brief moment—I know—" It looked like he was struggling to remember, and then he shrugged suddenly.

"What do you know?" asked Lorana.

"Nothing. If the knight was here, he would definitely say that my imagination was overdeveloped.

Well, Robert told you about my mother," he said, abruptly changing the subject.

Although she was a little disappointed, she still wanted to talk to him more so that she could get more information, so she nodded.

He said she was born to see the future. She could see a lot of things that were about to happen. ”