The moonlight like a waterfall covered Victoria's body, covering her with a thin quilt.

Eren gently picked up Victoria, her eyes closed at this moment, and only a slight breath was a testament to the fact that this doll-like figure was a living person, not the work of a carpenter.

In her dreams, maybe Victoria could dream of the world she wanted.

But in reality, whether such a world can really exist, Eren doesn't know, but for a moment, he has the urge to turn this place, this town of death, into that dream world.

It is not difficult to change a world, it is difficult to change the minds of the people who live in this world.

Looking at Victoria's small and smooth face, and the tears that had not yet disappeared from the corners of her eyes, Eren felt that maybe it would not be a bad thing to change the world for the person in front of her.

The King of Thieves, Eren Aitto, fearless!

Although he was not the creator, he could not create that perfect world. But he's a thief!

Isn't it the job of a thief to steal what people don't need?

Victoria's fantasy world is unrealistic because the things that people are supposed to have never been in that world.

Gluttony, lust, greed, rage, laziness, sorrow, arrogance.

Let him, the great thief, steal these things.

All night, Elian sat on the haystack outside the hut, her head bowed, not knowing what she was thinking.

For him, since he has made up his mind, he must be the most perfect.

Otherwise, he would have lost his name as the king of thieves.

If you get close to him, you can hear a phrase repeated in his mouth.

"Sometimes you have to believe what your eyes see, but sometimes you don't have to believe what your eyes see. ”

This was when he was out of town, Boya the postman, told him.

In this era when transportation is not very convenient, although technology has gradually emerged, there are still many places that are not marked on the map. The role of the postman is to deliver letters or parcels to these places.

Postmen generally use locomotives as a means of transportation, and of course, there are still a few postmen like Boya who ride huge modified locomotives.

Boya, the postman, is the most mysterious person Eren has ever met.

Wherever Eren appeared, Boya seemed to be able to find him. I don't know if it's the fate of fate, or the postman's own strength. In short, on this continent, there seems to be no place that the postman Boya can't go.

Thanks to him, Ellen's advance letter was always delivered to where it was supposed to go in the shortest possible time.

And the biggest headache for Ai Lian is that Boya always looks like he knows everything. There are always some old jokes and inexplicable things in his mouth, but those words seem to have helped Eliana a lot in the end.

If Boya weren't for this kind of mystical personality, Elian and him would have been good friends.

"Believe what you see, and don't believe what you see. Eren pondered this sentence over and over again, he had touched a trace of the edge of truth when he was in the Alchemy Tower, but at that time he did not choose to explore the truth, but chose to hold Victoria's small hands, those cold, helpless hands.

Eren doesn't regret it.

The truth can be found again, and the prisoner can be arrested, but Victoria, there is only one.

The biggest pieces of the puzzle in Elien's mind were now being pieced together. The mysterious man in the Alchemy Tower, the strangeness in the old house where Victoria used to live, the old but carefully cut out newspapers, the red-haired man with the scar on his face, Victoria's brother Blois, the fat owner of the restaurant, Suvier, and why travelers come to the town every spring and die here, etc.

If you think about it, there are still many broken puzzles.

"Ahhh

He still prefers to do it directly rather than think.

What are these people here to do, to find the treasures of the legendary alchemist? No kidding, there are dozens of old legends that Eren could easily tell.

What is the treasure of King Solomon, the secret treasure of the Chosen King, the balance of the goddess of fate, these all kinds of treasures, just find a peasant in a small town, they can tell you no less than ten.

Compared to the big names above, the alchemist Porthammer is really an obscure little person, and alchemy is just a leftover thing for those mages to play.

Unless...

There really is a legendary elixir of immortality, which may be able to make those people's hearts move.

Legend has it that in the last years of the era of magic, a large number of magicians began to delve into alchemy in a vain attempt to find the immortal treasure - the Philosopher's Stone. As a substitute for the Philosopher's Stone, an elixir that can only be used once and has great side effects, the Elixir of Immortality was born.

The rumored end of the Age of Magic began with these elixirs of immortality. Almost all the magicians drank the potion, and ...

They vanished, without a trace, as if they had never been seen on the continent of Gaia.

If there really is such an elixir, there will indeed be many big people who will be interested in it. And what the big people are interested in represents countless amounts of money and supreme status and glory. These rewards are all rejected by those wanderers who lick the blood on the tip of the knife.

As for why they all died in the spring, and in their respective rooms?

God knows - maybe it's Alchemist Porthammer's curse, hahaha!

Telling a bad joke to herself, Elian gently jumped off the haystack.

Tighten your clothes, in the early morning of the northern town, there will always be some naughty winds running around, and those winds will sweep the cold air in the snowy mountains of Charal, not far away, and act recklessly in this town.

"It looks like it's going to be a good day—"

Ai Lian stretched lazily and said to himself.

Sitting in the middle of the night, it seems to Elian to be a little stupid.

But it's all worth it.

Ai Lian looked at the town not far away, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

The murderer is waiting for him in that town. As long as that thing is not discovered, the murderer will never leave the town.

However, if you want to find something like that, you have to use the power of the gray wolf.

"Perhaps, it is only natural that after the rain it will be sunny. "Looking up, it was a pool of clear, almost bottomless blue sky.

In the blue, several leisurely clouds struggled to piece together, and Eren couldn't help but raise his finger, and in an instant his fingertips were also dyed blue.

The sky is an indigo spring with ripples.

The clouds are strange and bizarre puzzles, torn apart by the prisoners.

And in the fountain of wisdom, these fragmented fragments will slowly reassemble until the truth is restored.

Ai Lian slowly closed his palms, and the clouds seemed to be in his hands.

It's dawn.