"Oh my God. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" Bell clenched his fists hard, his eyes widened, "What the hell is going on!" He rubbed his nose and sneezed at the strong smell in the air, "Is there a group of demons invading?" ”

The Peronians, of course, are just pointless complaints. Lily looked up from the mess and walked over to the mechanic who was scrutinizing what appeared to be the wreckage of some kind of equipment, "Al, what do you think?" ”

The Mechanic used his index finger to vigorously wipe away a blackened mark on the metal device, revealing the word "White Tower" etched underneath. Then he put the wreckage down in his hand, stood up, and looked at Lily earnestly.

"This is a wizard's lab, but not the one you just had." Alphonse briefly recited the incantation, using a spell to clean the stains on the mercenary's body when she had just examined the dead, "This is supposed to be the facility of the White Tower family, apparently someone invaded here, had a fight with the researchers, and killed them. ”

"It's that Huruman Stark...... It's a terrible revenge. Lily muttered, "But the people who can stay here are wizards...... Can he kill so many wizards alone? ”

"Something must have happened here at the time." Ann frowned, it seemed that the smell here made her uncomfortable, "Fermir Stark was once a genius of the White Tower family, and perhaps at first, these studies did not treat him as an enemy, and thus lost the opportunity to make a move-of course, this is just my speculation."

"Captain Lily, come here!" The young knight's voice came from behind her, "Look what I found, a letter intact!" ”

She walked over to Elio and took the letter from his hand. As the other party said, in the midst of the mess, the letter was somewhat unusually intact. However, considering that everything here is a re-enactment of memory, perhaps this means that the content of the letter is very important to the person involved. She carefully opened the envelope and tried to read the contents—and it began exactly like the letter she had read on the table before.

"Dear little Feymir,

The last time I wrote to you, it was half a year ago. During this time, I think you are still working hard and growing rapidly.

You wrote back that when you pass the beginner wizard test, you will be free to leave the White Tower and travel.

If you are free to come back by then, please let us know in advance. Anna and I will prepare your favorite muffins and baked potatoes and clean up your room ahead of time.

During your time here, I will take you on a tour of this beautiful city. We can see the golden court in the morning light, have lunch along the most prosperous Boulevard de Triumph, and then stroll along the Harlan River at sunset, and take a break from the coffee shop with two freshly baked croissants and a drink.

There are many more, things that you should have had in this era, but have not been able to experience because of the study of occult arts. For example, meeting friends your age, lying side by side on the soft lawn, chatting about your future dreams and wishes. Okay, maybe it's a little childish for you, but as long as you like it, it's fine.

……

And a little thing. Recently, the situation in the palace is still a little unstable, and the struggle between factions seems to be intensifying. The proposal you gave me last time was a great help to me. Therefore, I am still here to ask for your help, hoping to use your wisdom to solve the current troubles.

Of course, don't worry about my safety and Anna's. If there is really any accident, for your sake, the Baita family will definitely be able to help me.

……

Looking forward to the moment when we meet again, it should be in the near future.

- Love, Cook, Anna."

Lily put down the letter and rubbed her brow vigorously. After entering here, she didn't encounter any enemies along the way, and the scene she saw was not dangerous, but she felt a little tired inexplicably.

She looked into a corner of the room—a dark-haired woman standing with her hands on her chest, her eyes closed in contemplation. Ever since she came to this space, she has been quietly following the crowd, not participating in anyone's discussions, and not expressing her own opinions.

"Now, Jill." She called out the other party's name, "What are you looking for, should it be something that can't be said?" ”

The black-haired woman slowly opened her eyes with a hint of clarity in her gaze.

"What Bayard needs is the whereabouts of Huruman Stark and what he did in his last days on this continent." "He didn't care about anything else, including the life or death of the doppelganger—and so did I." ”

"Hmm...... We get it. Lily licked her lips, "Then go on, there's nothing to care about here." ”

"But, Captain Lily—" Elio still seemed a little confused, "the letter you just read...... It was also written to him by the parents of Huruman Stark, right? Why...... Will it be here? ”

"Think about it with your brain." Lily turned her head away from the young knight's noise, "That's enough, memories or something...... Can you show us something else? ”

Lily pushed open the door on the other side. This time, when she stepped inside, everything seemed to be different. She couldn't tell what the specific changes were, but instinct told her that everything here was "fresh" and not solidified, stale "memories".

On the surface, in front of her eyes was a showroom. On one side of the room, a variety of objects and props are neatly placed in the shelves that are lined up against the wall. On top of that, there were several long smooth tables with all sorts of things she could name or never seen before.

Most of them are just ordinary objects, such as handicrafts, picture frames, or books, but there are also a few props that are mostly placed on the table in front of them, giving off a faint magical atmosphere.

There is no foreign dust, no sun, no rain and no cold wind, and everything in the room is as clean as new even after hundreds of years.

Elio and Bell looked around excitedly, occasionally screaming at a discovery. Even Ann looked curiously at everything around her, occasionally writing something in her notebook. Groom remained by Ann's side, just as Alphonse followed her as always.

Ariel and Jill, who had not shown much for a long time, walked towards the long table in the center at the same time, as if they had a clear mind.