"Let's go!" Robert waved. The two made their way towards Verlo, and Robert's pace forced the dwarves to speed up their pace to keep up. Although it had been some time since the last time they had an adventure together, Robert still subconsciously slowed down, and Hubble unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Didn't you find even the slightest clue?" Hubble asked.

"Not at all. Robert replied. "As we knew a long time ago, all the priests and priests in this world serve gods that people have made up themselves. I've heard some miracles about healing, but it's all hoaxes and tricks, but Edward taught me how to tell the difference......"

"Merlin!" Hubble exhaled. "The pale, scrawny magician. He is almost half an artist himself. always pretends to look pitiful, and loves to ask around for secrets that shouldn't be known. If it weren't for his twin brother protecting him, he might have been beaten so much that he would never be able to use magic again. ”

Robert was glad that his beard had covered his smile. "I think this young man has more magical talents than you think. He said. "And you can't help but admit it—he, like me, has always spared no effort to save those who have been blinded by false Taoist priests. He sighed.

But you don't get any thanks for that. The dwarf muttered to himself.

"Not much. Robert said. "Even if they know in their hearts that it's all a hoax, they still need some faith. And what about your adventures? Aren't you going back to your hometown?"

Hubble's expression became serious, and he continued to pace, not answering the question. Finally he whispered, "I shouldn't have gone back at all." He looked up at Robert, and his eyes—barely visible under thick white eyebrows—suggested that it was an unpleasant subject. Robert understood, but continued to ask.

"And what about the legends of the dwarven priests?"

"It's all nonsense, according to the elders, the dwarven priest mysteriously disappeared with the cataclysm three hundred years ago. ”

"It's like an elf priest. Robert whispered.

"I see—"

"Shhhhhhhh

Hubble then stopped, "What's wrong?"

Robert pointed, "It's in that bush." ”

Hubble stared at the bushes and began to unload the tomahawk behind his back.

The setting sun reflected a metallic sheen. Robert caught a glimpse of the golden light, disappeared, and then reappeared. At this moment, the sun was sinking in the west, leaving a cloud in the night sky, and the woods were gradually enveloped in the shadows of the night.

Hubble watched desperately. "I didn't see anything. ”

"I can see it. Robert said. He had been staring at the last place he had seen a metallic sheen, his elven eyesight allowing him to see the creature holding it and the warm red glow it emitted from it—a sight only an elf could see. "Who?" roberted exclaimed.

Then, a strange sound that made the half-elf quirk was the only answer. It was a hollow whirring, low at first, and slowly rising in pitch until it became a series of high-pitched whines. Surrounded by this voice, another voice appeared.

"Elven traveler, turn back! We are the souls of Hubble Stove spitting on the bar floor. Did we die heroically?"

The accusatory voice boiled again, and the whining became sharper.

"No, we died of shame for failing to get a hill dwarf drunk, and henceforth cursed by the spirit of grapes!"

Hubble's beard trembled, and Robert laughed as he pressed the dwarf's shoulders to keep him from crashing into the bushes in front of him.

"It's all been debunked by the elven eyesight!" the voice of the unjust soul became full of joy, "plus the dwarf's beard makes people annoying!"

"How could I not have thought of that!" Hubble growled. "Tysokhov Bovolt!"

There was a rustling sound in the bushes, and then a small figure appeared on the path. It's a Kande, a race that the Candela world generally finds as annoying as mosquitoes. Due to their naturally small frames, they rarely grew to more than four feet tall, and the Kander was as tall as Hubble, but his boyishness and baby-faced face made him look a little shorter, and his pale blue leggings and fur vest contrasted strongly with his bland trousers. The big brown eyes flashed narrowly, and the smile seemed to be piled all the way to the pointed ears. He bowed slightly mockingly, letting his proudest and proudest ponytail cover his nose. Then he straightened up with a smile. The metal reflection Robert saw was the metal clasp on the many bags he was carrying around his waist and shoulders.

Wade leaned against his Hopak staff and smiled at them—it was the staff that made the noise. Robert had seen many of the Kandes wielding their wooden staff in mid-air, creating a high-pitched whine that scared away their enemies, and he should have recognized the sound. The wooden staff, which has a sharp end and is wrapped in bronze, and the other end is forked and holds a leather catapult, a unique invention of the Kanders. This wooden cane is made from a whole wicker plant. Although ridiculed by the other races of the Candela world, the Houpak Staff is not only a handy tool and weapon for the Kanders—but also a symbol of their life. The most famous saying of the Kande, "All new paths need a Houpak rod," he said. Usually the next sentence will be, "And the road will never get old." ”

"You mean a clue about the ancient true gods?" Robert asked rhetorically. Or are you asking about peace of mind? These are the two things that I set out to seek. Which one do you mean?"

"I guess the two go hand in hand, you find one, and the other naturally follows," Hubble exclaimed. He played with the wood in his hand, still seemingly unhappy with its appearance. "Are we going to stand here all night smelling dinner, or are we going to go into town for dinner?"

Hubble Furnace lay limply on a mossy boulder, his old dwarven bones had worked hard enough for him to rest.

"I shouldn't have ventured out at all. Looking at the valley beneath his feet, Hubble muttered. His voice was loud, but there was no figure around. Years of solo adventures have developed a habit of talking to himself. He put his hands on his knees and said excitedly, "If I ever have any more adventures, I will be cursed by God!"