"As much as humans love money, elves love freedom. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The phrase "info" is the most classic sentence used to evaluate elves. Bert also knew these elven friends very well, so he didn't hold on too much when they parted. In addition, he can't arrange a reasonable place for so many people now, let alone the huge daily food expenses.

At the fork in the road, head north to the Imperial City of Lisbon. Heading south through the territory of the Holy Patriarchate is the Elven Forest. The elves who have been away from the Elven Forest for tens of thousands of years have different feelings for this forest, but at the same time they are worried about whether they will be abandoned by other elves. After all, in their minds, they are a tribe punished by the gods.

Bert gave a knightly salute to the elves on his horse, and after more than half a year of getting along, he was still a little reluctant. In order not to let emotions take over reason, Bert took the lead in patting the horse and turned away. If it were possible, how he would like to follow the elves to the elven forest to live in seclusion. But there is something in his heart that he can't let go of now, and the words that the hexagonal dragon said to him have been lingering in his mind, maybe this is what it calls inescapable. Young Bert galloped across the wide prairie, leaving all his thoughts behind him and focusing only on the decision in front of him.

Five days later, Baron Bert, who had disappeared for almost a year, returned to the imperial capital. After Bert entered the city gate, he came to the camp of the "Red Panther Knights" without stopping. However, the guards guarding the gate told him that Celt was no longer in the imperial capital, and was now heading to the front with the nobles. In desperation, Bert had no choice but to go to the Academy of Magic, hoping to find traces of Erin and Frank there. But God didn't fulfill people's wishes, neither the Time Magic Academy nor the Wind Academy had ever seen Erin. Lan Dao and the others notified all the magicians in Beijing to help find it, but it has been more than half a year, and such a big living person would have been found long ago if he appeared.

Lan Dao also told Bert that no one from the Assassin Guild had reappeared in the course of a year, and that it was very unlikely that he would find such a very hidden organization. However, he refused to give up, and after returning to the imperial capital, he wandered the streets every day, keeping an eye on the people who were stealing chickens and dogs, hoping to find out from them where the Assassin Guild's current headquarters were. However, it was only now that he learned that there was a Thieves' Guild in addition to the Assassins' Guild, and that after Bert caught a few thieves, he was almost dumpled by the thieves who came to take revenge. Fortunately, he was no worse than those thieves and escaped. Since this incident, Bert has been so frightened that he has been hiding in the camp of the "Red Panther Knights" for three days.

On this day, the winter sun shines a little brighter. The imperial capital, which had just snowed, was immersed in a white silence. The thieves were thorns in their side, and Baron Bert swaggered down the streets. In the words of some people, a certain second-generation official who relied on his father to be the head of the elite knights of the empire came out again.

No, Bert saw a thief-eyed little man stealing someone else's money bag. He didn't have a long memory, he rushed up with a kick, and the little man was kicked more than two meters away, lying on the ground and wailing. Bert snorted coldly, went up to pick up the money bag, and handed it back to the victim.

"Bastard, boy, you've got it. If you dare to mess with the Assassins' Guild, you're dead!" the little man got up and said a cruel word and wanted to run.

Oh, this little man is from the Assassins' Guild? Bert was overjoyed, he had finally come to his head after looking for it for so long. Then his figure flashed, blocking the path of the little man. The little man had a frightened expression on his face, this man was so skilled that he didn't even see how he had come just now. The little man reached out and touched his waist, and a silver light appeared on his hand.

"You kid, don't look for death. The little man gritted his teeth and yelled at him. This is the downtown area, and it won't be long before the Praetorian Guards appear, and even if he is allowed to go, he won't be able to leave. Now that there are more and more onlookers, it is inevitable that the emotions of the little man are a little difficult to control.

"Don't don't, I just have something I want to ask you, and there is no malice. With a smile on his face, Bert raised his hand to show him his sincerity.

Although the little man didn't understand what he was going to do, he was still on guard against him, and the dagger in his hand kept pointing at him, "What do you want to ask, hurry up and ask." ”

"My friend is the head of the Assassins' Guild, I lost contact with him a year ago, I want to know where your current headquarters are, I want to find him. Bert lowered his voice, there were so many onlookers next to him, it was better to keep a low profile for this kind of thing.

The little man kept staring into his eyes, as if wondering if his words could be trusted. After thinking about it for a while, the little man spoke: "You let me go first, this is not the place to talk." Tonight in the grove outside the city, you go there and wait for me. ”

Bert nodded, and turned sideways to make a way for him. The little man put away his dagger, and without passing Bert, turned and ran into a small alley.

"Alas, the Assassins' Guild is now a thief. Bert stood there and sighed as he watched the little man leave, wondering how Frank was doing.

That night, Bert braved the cold wind to the grove outside the city. Luckily, the gates of Lisbon would have opened a small gate at night in each direction, otherwise he would have slipped down the city walls.

"It's cold. Bert couldn't help but complain that even though he had been in Lisbon for many years, he still couldn't bear the cold wind in the north.

Bert had been blowing in the woods for half an hour before he sensed someone approaching, and in the darkness Bert saw two figures speeding towards him. Bert's eyes narrowed, one was the little man, and the other was shorter than the little man, but his skills were above the little man.

The two figures stopped in front of Bert, who saw the appearance of the person who came. "Uncle Vasily, why are you?"

That short figure was none other than Vasily, the goblin who had been with Frank all the time. The goblin was also stunned when he saw Bert, he never expected to meet Bert here.

"Bert, are you not dead?" Vasily quickly ran up and grabbed his hand, "We all thought you wouldn't be able to come back when the brothers said you were attacked by that assassin. ”

Seeing Vasily meant seeing Frank, and Bert was overjoyed: "Irene teleported me, but I was in some trouble. It took me half a year to get back, and what about Frank? Is he okay? Are you all alright?"