There is no doubt that the lake is enchanted. It is located next to the entrance to the village known as "Komka". This mysterious village seems to be shrouded in a thick fog for all eternity, and is known to magicians and alchemists for its powerful magic and abundance of alchemical ingredients. Secondly, a mere glance is enough to conclude that the surface of the lake takes on the deep blue characteristic of flawless sapphires, without a ripple.

In the distance, the strange shape of the Afaria Mountains is dimly visible, and the reflection of the peaks in the lake is even more beautiful. From the bottom of the lake, there is a refreshing coolness, and neither the play of fish nor the chirping of birds can break the solemn silence. Of course, the purpose of the visitors is not in this village, it is just a place to pass by.

Krent said that there was a camp in the mountains of Afaria, where he had set up a stronghold for the Duchy of Unity. The cigarette in Marcos' hand burned slowly.

Karl tossed a leaf away from his view. "The fog is thick, are you sure you want to go up the mountain in this situation?"

"Perhaps, who would have known that the Dark Elves would suddenly launch a surprise attack on the stronghold of the Delos army close to the Elwinn Line? Marcos took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a thick string of smoke rings.

"Well, Boken said he would be waiting for us at the camp in the Afalia Mountains. While there was a hint of surprise that we didn't go to the northern snowy regions, it was the same for him that we went to help the Duchy deal with the Dark Elves. Carl couldn't help but smile sarcastically.

Marcos looked up and looked around, "Ah, I think we should wait for the fog to clear before we set off, unless we want to stumble and fall into a patty on the way up the mountain." ”

"There happens to be a village here. Carl stretched out his hand to the other side of the lake.

"That's right, the favorite of magicians and alchemists, the enchanted village of Komka. Marcos whistled playfully, showing a keen interest in the village and signaling a rendezvous to the other two fellows not far behind him.

Fit and Camilli emerge from the shadows of the woods and walk towards Marcos and Carl. "Did you find anything?" asked Camilly.

"We can't move forward for the time being, the fog is too thick. Karl replied.

"We're going to ......," Marcos said as he stopped in the middle of the sentence, and then he walked straight towards the lake. He seemed to be unable to hear his companion's inquiry, but he was drawn to all his attention by something. Marcos stopped at the edge of the lake, where the tiny waves of the water faded.

Marcos fell to his knees and observed the thin layer of mist that covered the lake. He frowned, reaching out to try to touch the mist. But the fog dispersed as quickly as if frightened, and Marcos confirmed that his ghost hand sensed the presence of a creature in a brief moment. But it was only a momentary feeling that quickly faded away.

"What's wrong?" Fett was standing beside him when Marcos realized that this was normal.

Marcos stood up and looked at the other. "Would you like to join me on a visit to Komka? Maybe we'll have to stay here for one night until the fog clears. He laughs.

Fett stared at him suspiciously, "Your expression just now was very strange, did you find something strange?"

"If Komka is indeed a shrine for magicians and alchemists, as rumored to be, then perhaps there will be an answer. Marcos didn't say anything specifically, because even he wasn't sure if the sensation was a hallucination caused by the magic here or if it was real.

The four of them walked along the shore of the lake towards Komka, and although the fog was thick, at least the four of them would not lose their way at such a close distance. At the entrance to the enchanted village of Komka is a sign, which looks like a baguette from the thick fog. Marcos mischievously carved a mark on it with a knife as he passed the wooden sign, which he thought he would make to prevent getting lost.

Komka is actually quite a small town, although it is still customary for both the people who live here to refer to it as a village. The construction of the houses here is not much different from that of Orsente, because according to the description in the books, it was a Delos who designed the houses here. But it's still a sparsely populated backcountry, so it's not as entertaining as the West Coast and Huttonmare.

There is only one entertainment venue, accommodation and bar in the village, and the Dragon Inn. Well, another tavern with a strange name. Marcos stepped in almost without thinking, and he couldn't find anything to do here anyway. On the one hand, it is because he does not understand magic, and on the other hand, the alchemy here seems to be more aimed at alchemy potions with special effects, which is of limited help to Marcos.

But a person like Camilli who has a strong desire to learn is different, and every time she goes to a new place, she will definitely learn about the local customs and culture, which is also a key point of her practice.

"Don't cause trouble. Fett whispered to Marcos, and since she had entered the noisy Dragon Inn, she had understood that it was another drunkard's paradise.

"You have to pay attention to it yourself. Marcos shot back.

"Don't make a fuss, Marcos, get a spare room after drinking, I don't want to get in trouble. Fett took off his hood and asked for two earthenmade wine glasses filled with tequila from the bar and Marcos found an empty table.

"Hey, I don't want to drink tequila with me. Marcos didn't bother to move the glass in front of him.

Fett looked up and looked at him with childlike eyes. "Are you sure you want to struggle with this? here?"

"Please, Fett, you know my favorite is dark beer. With a bitter expression, Marcos picked up the clay wine glass and took a gentle sip of the agave, surprisingly, it tasted good, although he rarely drank it.

In an unfamiliar place, Marcos tends to be very cautious. This kind of caution is not only manifested in concrete actions, but even in such trivial things as eating and drinking. This is also a point that makes Fitt puzzled, as a flamboyant guy who will not be spit on anywhere, why does he care about this kind of thing?

There's nothing surprising about the good atmosphere in Komka. There are no guards to maintain order, as most of the people who live here have self-control. Except for the guys who get drunk in the tavern, of course, but the privately hired thugs will also take care of the troublemakers. Marcos didn't think much of it, he just wanted to go and find the notice board in the village after a glass of wine. He now thought that the feeling he had just felt by the lake was not an illusion, but that there was indeed some creature living in the thick fog.

"Listen to me, Fett. Marcos said in a sudden low voice. "The fog that pervades this place is strange, and I confirm that I sense the presence of a creature. ”

Fett slowly lowered his glass and responded. "So that's the truth about your strange expression, why didn't you say it sooner?"

"At first I was skeptical, but since I entered the village, I have confirmed that it was not my delusion. From what I've observed, the few alchemists who had passed by in the village before had serious expressions and were holding alchemy devices to measure the nature of magic. This gave me reason to believe that some creature lived in the fog, and perhaps the whole fog was created by that creature. Marcos explained a long list.

"I see, so you're going to ask for some news after you've finished drinking?" said Fett.

"That's right. Marcos drank the wine from his glass in one gulp.

"Well, I'll help you. Anyway, if the fog doesn't dissipate, we won't be able to go up the mountain at all. Fett nodded.

"Wise decision, ma'am. ”