Even in a place like the main material realm, where strong people are everywhere, the legend is also a very powerful force.

There are few places that a strong person of legendary strength cannot set foot in, at most he is just a little jealous.

But in Evelyn's mouth, the Ice Wind Collar was actually called the "Legendary Forbidden Zone".

This made Xu Nan a little puzzled.

Fortunately, Evelyn explained in time.

It turned out that the so-called Legendary Forbidden Zone was not because the Ice Wind Lord's own strength was strong enough to deter foreign Legendary Professionals, but because of the Ice Wind Leader's special geographical conditions.

It's so close to the first mountain range.

And the first mountain range is also the famous land of the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the main material world, and those strong people who are tired of wandering in the multiverse don't know how to like to run to the first mountain range to live in seclusion.

No one likes their retirement to be disturbed, and neither do the legends.

After several large-scale, unpleasant bloodsheds, the First Mountain Range has become almost a forbidden area for foreign legends, and legends from the outside world who want to set foot in this place even need to send a letter of visit more than half a year in advance.

And the Ice Wind Collar was also classified into the remaining veins of the First Mountain Range, and few legendary powerhouses dared to trespass without permission.

On the contrary, there are professionals below the legend, who don't have so many rules, and don't even know these rules and regulations.

"In the Emerald Mountains south of the Lookout's Fortress are the Monastery of the Ten Commandments and the Temple of Tasar, the former with the predecessor of the Cloud Climbing Monk and the latter with the powerful Mister Queiras; In addition, there are many retired legendary powerhouses who live in seclusion. ”

"As far as I know, most of them don't have much affection for the powerhouses of the Shadow Realm, and I think this is an important reason why Mr. Green Light has not done it for a long time."

Evelyn smiled: "At least I'm in the Ice Wind Realm, they don't dare to make a move easily, the territory concept of the legends is much stronger than that of mortals." ”

"What's more, if he really dares to make a move, Mr. Thumb of Meteorite Mountain will definitely not let him go!"

"He once told me personally that everything in the Ice Wind Territory is under his nose, and no legend can cross the line." Evelyn swears by her words, and doesn't seem to be at all worried about the potential action of the green light.

"I see." Xu Nan nodded.

Although I don't know who this Mr. Thumb is, judging from Evelyn's description, it should be a very enthusiastic legendary powerhouse; For the Ice Wind Collar or the First Mountain Range, it is probably the role of the aunt of the neighborhood committee......

"I thought about it, and the Mind Eater spell said that the gentleman wanted to use my hand to bring about something." Evelyn analyzed: "He probably didn't really want to kill me or do anything to me. ”

"For him, I'm just a tool, a specific purpose, think about it, only tomorrow's cold day celebration."

She rubbed her temples and looked a little more serious: "But I don't understand, it's just a folk celebration, is there anything important enough that a legend needs to pay attention to?" ”

Xu Nan was equally puzzled by this.

Both of them thought of the little girl named Jasmine that Quelas had brought. Is it true that Jasmine is the only blood of Artesum, as Quellath said, and the purpose of the green light is in this little girl?

In this way, it can be explained.

Due to the geography of the Ice Wind Collar, Green Light himself was not willing to take it lightly; And he must have known from some sources that Quelas was with Jasmine, and would turn to Evelyn to settle the matter of Artesam's bloodline.

From this point of view, it makes sense that he asked Elliot to try to control Evelyn under the guise of investigating the small city of Song.

"Now the question is, what exactly does that Mr. Greenlight want to borrow my hand for? Kill little Jasmine? ”

Evelyn looked slightly annoyed.

Xu Nan began to think deeper.

Now that Elliot's plan was accidentally interrupted by himself, no matter how stupid Green Light is, he should have received feedback, what will he do next?

It is estimated that the legendary wanderer never thought that he was just playing this disguise, but he met the real small city of Song......

He thought a little amusedly.

"Elliot's miss will definitely cause him to be wary, and from what I know about these wanderers, they must be sure that they will make a move, and they may turn to other breakthroughs after failing against you."

Xu Nan thought for a while: "Can you give me a list of important participants in tomorrow's celebration?" ”

Evelyn's face flushed slightly: "This is my business, you don't have to ......"

Xu Nan smiled and didn't explain too much:

"I'm idle anyway, don't I?"

When the list was in hand, Xu Nan glanced at it and didn't notice anything abnormal. It's normal, even if he has insight, he is still not good at reasoning as always.

Because I didn't understand the purpose of [Green Light], many speculations were just blind guesses, instead of guessing here, it was better to wait for Qin Lele's news, and then find a breakthrough from other aspects.

"Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Xu Nan was also a little worried, but after thinking about it carefully, Qin Lele was a girl who successfully escaped from Fairlando's Divine Kingdom, and a shadow realm should not be able to trap her, right?

Xu Nan's worry fell into Evelyn's eyes, and she looked even happier.

It's just that the corners of his eyes still hide a thick tiredness that can't be erased.

Gradually, she flipped through the book and fell asleep.

Xu Nan shrugged his shoulders, took the books, and subconsciously put them to his mouth, then hesitated, and finally held back.

Next to the halo of white candles.

He began to yawn and flip through the pages.

……

“…… I've said everything I need to say. Xu Nan told me that after the matter is completed, the account will be divided into five or five. ”

Qin Lele raised his eyes and looked at the blood orange with some weakness.

The latter stared at Qin Lele with a smile for a while, and suddenly sat down.

"It's really good, fifty-fifty." She sighed, "Even the Ninth Manor dares to deceive, your courage is beyond my expectations." ”

Qin Lele coughed: "He said that our backstage is quite big, so don't be afraid." ”

Blood Orange smiled: "He's really a little guy who knows how to take advantage of the situation, I probably know what his origin is......"

Qin Lele looked curious: "Really? I don't even know ......."

Blood Orange pinched her face: "For you, it's better not to know, it's not a force with a good reputation anyway." ”

Qin Lele thought for a while: "Reputation? Is there a Ninth Manor? ”

Blood Orange was choked by these words for a long time, and then he wondered: "Although we in the Shadow Realm and the Ninth Manor often help others carry the black cauldron, do we have a bad reputation?" Compared to your little boyfriend's reputation, we're super good-natured, okay? ”

Qin Lele was even more curious, but Blood Orange was obviously unwilling to dwell more on this.

She spread out her cloak and pulled her hair:

"To be honest, I'm not interested in your little boyfriend, it's also your ability to join forces to cheat the high-level of the manor, I won't report your ......"

Qin Lele had a bitter face: "Then what?" What do you want me to do? ”

Blood Orange smiled and pinched Qin Lele's ears: "I want to know the news of McCann." ”

At that moment, Qin Lele seemed to be petrified.

Her face was ugly and she didn't say anything.

Blood Orange said calmly: "What? You can even sell me information about your little boyfriend, but McCann's can't? ”

"I have heard that the god of wealth gave the city of gold to his chosen people, a young girl who has not dried up, before he ran away; The girl was later snatched by Ferlandor and eventually missing, and few people in the entire multiverse knew her identity. ”

"She's said to have McCann's whereabouts in her hands."

"I wonder, where the hell did McCann go?"

Qin Lele was silent for a long time before he replied less stiffly, "Does McCann owe you money?" ”

Blood Orange was stunned for a moment, and then responded a little strangely:

“…… Lots and lots of money, of course. ”

Qin Lele suddenly turned his neck sideways: "Then you kill me!" ”

Blood Orange: "??? ”

"You found out, in fact, I am McCann himself, but I have amnesia!"

"If I really owed you money before, I couldn't help it, I'm very poor now, I can only pay for my life!"

"Otherwise, I now lack 388 magic gold bricks to restore my godhead, you can fund me some, and when I get my godhead back, I will definitely take out the treasure of the Golden City to share with you!"

She recited it very skillfully.

Blood Orange: "??? ”

It took a long time before she smiled abruptly: "Well, since you don't want to reveal McCann's whereabouts, I won't force you to ask." ”

Qin Lele looked at her with some confusion.

In fact, she was ready to run away just now - as a voter of McCann, how could she not have any hole cards?

Even in the face of legends, Qin Lele has the ability to run away at any time.

But Blood Orange doesn't seem to be so vicious.

She just casually chatted with Qin Lele about other topics, and then asked lightly:

"Do you want to be my disciple?"

Qin Lele thought about it and nodded quickly.

Blood Orange was a little puzzled: "Why aren't you surprised at all...... I'm one of the nine colors of the Shadow Realm, aren't you a little flattered? ”

Qin Lele was also puzzled: "Why be surprised?" Isn't the protagonist just a big guy he meets, and the other party has to cry and hug my thigh and beg me to be his apprentice? ”

"McCann asked me to be his voter, and I didn't make a fuss."

Blood Orange choked completely.

She finally realized how strange the girl in front of her was.

However, she still straightened out her train of thought and coughed:

"I'm different, if you want to be my disciple, you need to complete a task for me."

"Oh, forget it." Qin Lele responded expressionlessly.

In fact, she looked very calm, and the summoning divine stone in her palm that could escape from this place at any time had been in a semi-active state!

Blood Orange was directly annoyed.

But seeing Qin Lele's awe-inspiring and unyielding appearance, she suddenly felt a little funny.

She hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively, "Then, I'll add some money?" ”

Qin Lele happily replied:

"Didn't you say it sooner?"

"What task?"

"How much do you add?"

Twenty minutes later, the two men separated.

Qin Lele breathed a sigh of relief, the legendary boss of Blood Orange did not coerce her to do something very excessive.

Even if things go well, he probably has an extra thigh to hold in the Ninth Manor.

According to Xu Nan's thigh supremacy theory, Qin Lele felt that completing some small tasks for Blood Orange would not only get paid, but also get the protection of his thighs, which was a matter of killing two birds with one stone!

She left the Shadow Realm and appeared in the Lookout Keep.

At this time, she couldn't help but pull out a thin silk bag from her sleeve.

"What you just said in my heart is true? Haven't you been asleep for many years? How do you know Blood Orange is McCann's lover? ”

Qin Lele was actually still a little afraid, she was about to slip away, but the wisdom of Fibonacci suddenly reminded her in her heart that Blood Orange might be McCann's lover, and she did this to test Qin Lele's devotion to McCann's faith.

Obviously, Qin Lele has no belief in McCann, but she always has to be pretentious, so she casually recited a line of cheating money, but she didn't expect to really fool the topic.

Facing Qin Lele's inquiry, Fibonacci said unhurriedly:

"The contemptible know everything."

Qin Lele hehe:

"Then you tell me the name of the force behind Xu Nan!"

Fibonacci began to fall silent.

Qin Lele has become accustomed to the style of this so-called wisdom bag, and every time he encounters a question that cannot be answered, he directly pretends to be dead, and his proficiency is abnormal.

"Let's change the question." Qin Lele asked nonchalantly, "Teacher Blood Orange asked me to find a Geralt's person to follow, and then act at the opportunity." ”

"The question is, who is this Geralt?"

This time, the wisdom bag was silent for a while, and then began to cough up blood.

Qin Lele couldn't help but widen his eyes, a little confused.

……

Lookout Fortress, in a humble inn.

"Teacher!" Geralt stepped forward with some excitement and grabbed the old man's hands.

The old man kindly squeezed the back of Geralt's hand, and the cold touch came, and Geralt almost burst into tears.

"Don't mind, when people get older, it's naturally cooler."

Quellas coughed and motioned for Geralt to sit down.

The latter looked excited.

"Is this your cat?" Quelas looked curiously at the black cat in the corner. It looked sleepy, huddled in a ball, and hid in a corner.

Geralt shook his head, seemingly unsure of what to say about the black cat.

"He seems to be sick." For a while, he didn't explain to the teacher that he had a talking black cat buddy.

Quellas nodded: "It's colder here than Wildfire City, it's normal for animals to get cold, you need to pay attention to it." ”

"Well, I haven't seen you for so many years, and you've really grown into a stout young man."

Geralt smiled awkwardly: "Teacher, I'm almost forty years old......"

Quelas said solemnly, "That's a forty-year-old guy." ”

Geralt didn't argue anymore, he was relieved to see that Quelas was much older, but at least he was safe.

But he was still a little worried, so he raised all his doubts.

Quelas listened silently to Geralt's doubts, his expression changing slightly.

After a while, he said in a dull voice: "You mean, the reason why you are here is because you received a letter for help?" And I wrote it? ”

Geralt nodded and handed the letter in.

Quellas took a crystal glasses from his bosom and put them on, looked at them for a moment, and said negatively:

"I didn't write this letter."

Geralt was stunned and said, "But, the handwriting ......"

Quellas smiled reassuringly, "Kid, you know how magical the world of magic is, it's just a powerful visual deception. ”

With that, he waved his hand, and sure enough, the words on the letter became crooked.

Geralt was both comforted and frustrated.

He touched his head: "Then, is someone playing a prank?" ”

"Probably," said Quellas, "maybe, but you'll have to stay in Tasar for a few more days." ”

Speaking of Tasar, Geralt remembered something and couldn't help but ask, "I saw a lot of people in blue in Tasar......"

Quelas's face turned a little ugly.

He snorted heavily, "Those are all people from the [Blue Cloak Sect]. ”

"They were sent by representatives of the fanatics to demand the rebuilding of the temple of Tasar, and I have no way to oppose it."

"Ignore them, they're just a bunch of crazy people."

Geralt nodded understandingly.

The two talked for a long time in the room, Geralt shared with his teacher many things he had done over the years, and Quellas spoke highly of his disciples.

Geralt was happy, and for him, as long as the teacher was okay.

As for the prank itself, he had no interest in pursuing it. Next time, just pay attention to discernment.

Finally, Quelas suddenly stood up and pushed open the window of the inn.

Large snowflakes were flying outside, and the cold air invaded in, Geralt couldn't help but shrink his neck, but listened to Quellas say solemnly:

"Geralt, my child, I want to ask you something."

"After all these years of fighting to proclaim the glory of the goddess, have you ever complained?"

"Have you ever wavered in your faith?"

Geralt was stunned for a moment, and replied without hesitation:

"Teacher, my faith has never wavered."

"It's just that over the years, I've also had some doubts."

Quelas said calmly, "Tell me about it. ”

Geralt's expression was serious:

"Under the guidance of the teachings of the Goddess, I have helped many people, and in the process of helping people, I have gained a lot of happiness, such as:

That's what you say. ”

"But gradually, I had a doubt: is it the help of people itself that makes me happy, or is it the fact that helping people plays a role in promoting the glory of the goddess?"

"I've been thinking about this question for a long time."

Quelas turned, his gaze no longer kind, "What's the answer you've been thinking about for so long?" ”

Geralt took the plunge and said:

"The thing itself."

Quellas looked at Geralt with some disappointment.

The latter hurriedly said: "But my faith is still religious......"

"Let's go. You've disappointed me. ”

Quellas whispered, "I'll get out of here tomorrow, I'm tired and need to rest." ”

Geralt opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything.

In the middle of the night, with tears in his eyes, he hugged the black cat, clenched his teeth, and walked out of the room.

Bang dang!

The door was slammed shut.

After a while, Quellas suddenly closed the window halfway, and a figure emerged from the fireplace.

"Is he the better choice? Isn't it? ”

It was a little girl. Her voice is very hoarse and deep, with syllables that are not human-like.

"He's nothing but an ignorant." Quelas said indifferently.

"But he's religious." The girl emphasized:

"Only the most devout can accomplish our plans."

Quelas glanced at her, and looked out the window, where a tall, shivering figure was walking along the street with a black cat in his arms.

His back is unremarkable.

His steps even faltered a little.

But Quelas stared at his back for a long time.

It wasn't until the wind and snow had passed the man's footprints that the old man slowly closed the last half of the window.

"There are many pious people, and you don't have to care about him alone."

It was as if Quelas was explaining to the little girl.

The little girl rubbed her toes, made him a cup of chrysanthemum tea, handed it over, and then couldn't help but whisper with some envy:

"He must be your favorite student."

Quelas clenched his teacup and said nothing.

His other hand, gripping the letter tightly, the handwriting that had been messy before returning to normal.

"I wrote this letter."

"But I never sent him out."

"Somebody has infiltrated us, and we've got to find him."

……