The sun rising in the fog seemed to suffocate, coating Brugg with a frosty color. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Even though the spring breeze had warmed up, Alan tightened the cloak on his shoulders. His restless gaze fell on the dozens of robed men in front of him, as well as the nails blackened by the medicine stove and the weathered faces.

They were at the monastery in Brugg, which was translated as 'Church of God', and Alan felt that they had painted the sacred place as a cult, but the faith had not changed.

His piercing gaze swept over the people sitting on the benches, all of whom were old and lazily slumped in their chairs, but among them were small ones hidden deep and sat cleverly at the end of the penultimate row, a hundred steps away from him and Dark.

But Alan still spotted him, the only young man in the crowd who seemed to be able to communicate, the guy had a pair of exaggerated provocative ears, red hair like blood, and dark eyes as quiet as night.

"Respected Dark Magic Wizards, I'm the Frontier Leader—"

"Pardon me, Sir Dake Ukara. In the first row of seats, a white-robed wizard interrupted with a frown, "You're the son of the Marquis, everyone here knows it," he waved his skinny old hand, the sapphire ring the size of a pigeon's egg on his index finger glittering, "don't say it's useless, everyone is busy, aren't they?"

There was a hint of displeasure on Duck's face, but only for a moment.

"Hello everyone!" said Allen, lowering his voice, trying to make his voice sound as intimidating, "I am Alan Doucton, a close friend of Sir Duck. Now, we've got a tricky one—"

"Can you get to the point?" interrupted another, similarly old-looking wizard. He wears a heavy collar made of gold around his neck, which seems to symbolize his status in the wizarding world. And, of course, wealth.

"Oh, of course!" Alan smiled briefly, then became serious, "something strange happened at the border station just last night. Nearly half of the knights in the garrison had been sorcered, and they had drawn their swords against their comrades, and in order to stabilize the people, Sir Darke had blocked the news, and now," he suddenly waved to the knights standing on both sides of the hall, "I arrest you as a member of the staff of the border commander, and return to the temporary garrison to be tortured!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall.

Even Dark, who was standing next to Allen, was confused. Obviously, they had a request, but this stranger wanted to order the arrest of the wizards present, and more importantly, they didn't have a temporary station at all, and the only one station was now estimated to be a group of bloodthirsty madmen.

"Give the order!" came Alan's whisper.

Duck frowned, reluctantly waving his hand at his men.

The knights on either side immediately gathered around, and almost at the same time they drew their swords, and their neat steps showed their majesty in the empty temple.

The sorcerer's uproar turned to a shriek, and almost all of them were cursing the foreigner who claimed to be a staff member, but the curses turned to cries and pleadings as the knights brought their swords to their necks. "Dear Sir Dak, the god Namu is above!" cried the sorcerer with the neck ornament just now, "I swear in the name of the Wizard of the Dark Magic that this matter has nothing to do with me, and if I can, I will look into it myself." ”

"Stop," Alan waved his hand relaxedly, "Say what?" ”

"Your Excellency, please give me a chance, and I will definitely investigate this matter to prove my innocence. The wizard repeated the words in the standard lingua franca, for fear of offending the young knight a few paces away.

"Good!" Alan laughed, "I'll make an exception to give you this opportunity to stand on the right." He nodded at the knight beside the wizard, then turned his gaze to the others, "Who else wants to prove their innocence, there are three places in total." ”

"I—I—I!" exclaimed the wizard who spoke first, raising his hand, "I'm Drew Metjeved, the alchemist of Brugg, and if those tormented knights had ingested the potion by mistake, I would be able to find out and make the antidote as fast as I could." He tilted his head and looked around, then added, "Everyone here knows that I have the largest alchemy shop in Brugg, and no one has more medicinal resources than mine!"

"Okay, you count as one. Alan raised his chin arrogantly at the wizard, "Give me a faster speed than the antidote, roll to the right!"

"Yes, my lord, yes, yes....." The wizard named Drew scurried to the right.

"Is there no one?" Alan scanned the crowd with sharp eyes. "Alright then," he blinked, "take the rest of the people, all to the backyard of the Temple, and be interrogated by Sir Darke himself!"

The hall was silent, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at the high-spirited Allen.

"Your Excellency, if I'm not mistaken, the backyard of the temple looks like a river....." A moment later, a voice came slowly from the back of the crowd.

It's really hard to hold back a laugh, Selsey thought.

Allen's gaze passed through the wizard's robes and countless swords that glittered with cold light, reaching the little man at the end of the crowd. The guy was raising his hands and looking at him with the same arrogant black eyes.

"Bring that guy, bring it up. Alan said in a calm tone.

At the knight's push, the little man was brought up with a face full of resentment, and stood three paces away from Allen, just big enough to reach Sir Dark's chin, and his red hair burning like flames.

"You don't have an Eridu accent in your lingua franca, Outlander?" Alan asked softly.

"Your Excellency, I think you are too. The little man raised his head, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Nippur?" Alan narrowed his eyes, "Tell me, why did you come to Elidu, and what does it have to do with last night's events?"

"It doesn't matter!" replied the little man, quickly, "listen to the accent, you are also a Nippel, can I think so?, if I am suspicious, you should too, and Sir Duck should also interrogate you, it is necessary." ”

Alan smiled lightly, then jerked out the saber at Dark's waist and pointed it at the boy's nose. "Listen, boy!" his tone turned cold, "It's best to use honorifics in front of people who are taller than you, because if you fight, you're probably not an opponent!"

"The wizard of Nipur never bows his head in front of people," the boy raised his head even higher, "if you were to kill me, I wouldn't be alive now." He raised his hand and slowly pressed it to the blade, "Your Excellency, take it away, maybe I can help you with that annoying problem." ”

Alan smiled, handed the saber back to Duck with one hand, and pressed the little redhead with the other, then bent down and leaned the tip of his nose against the mysterious black eyes. "Come, tell me, what's your name?"

"Steven. The boy replied.