The initial suspicions were lifted, or rather, both Cheese and Marcus had gotten the answers they wanted in this first round of temptation, and the expressions on their faces were noticeably relaxed. Through at least a few words, the foundation of trust between the two was initially established. And the mage knew that the night was short, and he would never be able to make someone like Marcus reveal everything to him in one night, so he chose to ask the most important question first. "I'll be honest first. Before I met you, or rather, before I resisted the royal capital, I made a deal with some devil in return for asking me to recover something for it that had been stolen. ”

The fat King's Hand smiled, "Not at all. For years, it had been trying to find a way to get it back. But the laws of the devil, if they do, seem to limit it, so that the masked profiteer can't come directly to me to ask for it. You weren't the first person to be tricked into coming to me for trouble, and I'm sure you won't be the last. Cheese raised an eyebrow, "Heh, sounds like you're pretty sure you're going to protect that thing in my hands, even in an environment like this?" he said, tilting his head and gesturing to the carriage, signaling that the people in the group were on his side, and that if the mage was to make up a name to hurt Marcus, he would have no room to resist.

"Don't talk about it again, you and I both know that no matter what the devil thinks, we will not be enemies in this plague. I don't know why Your Majesty has entrusted you with the task of protecting me, but our King, though he is often confused in small matters, has never let the Greylion people down. Marcus took a sip of the liquid from the cup at his feet, a grass tea that Elsa had learned to make from Roland, the green soup had a somewhat earthy taste, but the palate sweetness was enough to ignore its shortcomings.

The mage nodded, "Indeed, His Majesty Sigget is a very wise monarch. His courage and intelligence are impressive. That's why I'm worried about his decision...", as he spoke, Cheese turned his head to look at the darkness behind him, which was the direction of the Greylion King's capital. "Sending me and Lord Atticus at the same time, knowing that you and Lothar are about to leave the royal capital, is not a sound decision, but it is the fastest way to restore order in the kingdom. His Majesty may have his own thoughts behind this dangerous move, which is not something that I, a courtier, can speculate. The Earl Honors whispered the mage's concerns.

"No, or can't?" asked Cheese with a seemingly casual smile. Marcus just shook his head, "No, I can't, I scoff at the chivalry that Lothar believes, but people, you can't just live for profit, it's easy to get lost." So loyalty, loyalty to the Hearn family, is the bottom line I set for myself. His tone was not like a joke, which meant that even if the king really intended to betray his Chancellor of the Exchequer, Marcus would not resist. It's hard for Cheese to comment on this loyalty, but he trusts smart people like Marcus and doesn't need his advice.

"Well, then we'll not talk about what's going on in that majesty's head. The mage crossed his fingers and looked at the man across the campfire through the shadows, "Come back to you, Marcus, can I call you that?" I was curious, just curious, what the hell you stole from that devil. ”

The fat man took out a silk handkerchief and wiped his forehead, "Just call me Marcus, in fact, I also sound awkward when adults come and go." Curious? That's an honor, because as far as I know, your motive for investigating the whole plague is nothing more than curiosity. But in short, there is nothing to hide in front of you, and even if you don't ask questions, I will take the initiative to ask for your advice. After all, that damn monster has been pestering me for too long. ”

After Marcus finished speaking, he took another large sip of grass tea, as if to suppress the throbbing in his heart. After a cup of tea, he looked at the empty cup and spoke again, "This thing tastes really good, I hope Miss Elsa is willing to tell me the recipe, so that when I lose my official position and title one day, I can still make a living by selling tea." Oh, I'm off topic again, am I'm sorry, I've made up my mind, but it takes courage to speak, and I've never been a brave person. But say it, what I stole from the devil is actually very simple," he said, putting down the cup and tapping his finger to his head, "wisdom. To be precise, it is beyond the speed of ordinary thinking and the comprehensive way of thinking. ”

Cheese's expression became serious, and he fell into thought after hearing the other party's answer. Wisdom, this was an answer that was somewhat unexpected by the mage, who had thought that Marcus had just stolen some of the devil's magical items, so that he could always find something to replace, but wisdom, it was tricky. "When?" he asked. "What?" "You, when did you get this, wisdom." Marcus muttered for a few seconds, "When I was six years old, I had just had a shabby birthday. Roughly 14 years and 5 months ago. ”

"Whew..."The mage took a deep breath, fourteen years, this wisdom that did not belong to him followed him for fourteen years. The Hand of the King's face was turned ugly by the long silence of the cheese, and no one liked to wait for someone else to announce his future. Finally, before the former's face turned from white to purple, the wizard spoke, "I'll be honest, of all the things I know, this one you stole is one of the most dangerous. If you don't handle it well, you may become an idiot after the stripping, because this ability that does not belong to you has passed through time and you are indistinguishable, and that is not the result we want to see, right?"

"Yes, you're an idiot. Marcus, who got the result, was not so excited, his face was still ugly, but his expression was quite calm, but his trembling hand betrayed the earl, "Then I'm afraid I can't even sell grass tea." Cheese couldn't bear to see the other person like this, "Don't be so pessimistic, I'm talking about the worst-case scenario." Not to mention how much wisdom is stripped away to pay off, we haven't decided whether we want to do it or not. ”

The mage's words gave Marcus hope, and he looked up into Cheese's eyes, "You mean, I have other paths?" "I think so, but when it comes to dealing with the devil, I need to consult some more professional advice. Don't worry, I've seen worse. Now, in order for us to have the energy to continue traveling tomorrow, I think it's time to rest. Cheese replied ambiguously, giving the other party a reassurance.

After Marcus had gone to rest in doubt, the mage was still sitting by the campfire, looking at the burning flames and pondering.