Eve takes Lance into the small town of Sekeo. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoIt's not as lively as the city of Ideris. Passing through the low wooden hedges and gravel gates that barely called the ramparts, Lance heard only the barking of dogs and the occasional throbbing of horses. It's unusually quiet, even a little scary.

The soldiers at the door, armed with wooden hooks and sickles, leaned against the dangling doorpost. The face with a few dusts on it reveals a compromise and indifference to life.

They looked curiously at Lance and Eve, who had entered the town.

Although they knew that these two must be strangers, and the purpose of coming here was not ordinary. But they were not interested in coming forward to investigate. Rather than finding out what suspicious elements are such a brain-consuming thing, they would rather wait motionless for the changing of the guard and spend the day in a mess.

Eve led Lance to a remote corner of the town, where he stopped in front of a nondescript runaway wooden house.

After Eve pretended to be nonchalantly scanning her surroundings to make sure she was safe. He knocked on the wooden door. For a moment, the broken wooden door made a "creaking" sound, as if it was knocked by Eve like this, and it was about to fall apart.

"Who?" said an old woman's trembling voice from the cabin.

Eve replied, "Mrs. Winck, it's me, Veronica!"

When they heard this, Lance and Roxani almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood. Even if it's a pseudonym, Eve's pseudonym is too dramatic.

Lance whispered, "Why did you use Veronica's name? What if something happens to you and Winnie becomes a scapegoat?"

Eve looked at Lance coldly and said, "My pseudonym has always been Veronica, and Winnie agrees. I want you to talk a lot here. Besides, there are not hundreds of thousands of girls named Veronica in this world, but tens of thousands. I'm not Veronica Inlinger, what are you bothering about? Don't worry, I love this sister laureate of mine more than you do. ”

As he spoke, Lance heard the sound of the deadbolt being opened from inside the wooden door. Inside the crack of the door that slowly opened, an old lady's wrinkled and kind face was revealed, and she said with a smile, "Veronica, come in." I've been waiting for you for days. ”

Lance followed Eve into the house. The moment the wooden door "clangs" shut. Seven or eight big men dressed in leather armor and cloaks dressed as hunters hurried out. As soon as he saw Eve, he gave the Idiris military salute.

A middle-aged man with yellow-brown hair, a tabletop-neat flat hairstyle, and a not-so-full-bodied but neat beard reported:

"Your Royal Highness, you are here. The main force of the squad is here. 'Big Nose' and the four of them went to scout. I should be back in a while. Who is this?"

"He was the central man in this mission," Eve said. I invited a friend to learn from the Magic Language, Lance. Reims is the commander of our Idilis 'Veneto' legion, the Marquis of Sino, known as the 'Honest One' General Joseph Valrotto, the man whom my father and I trusted the most. ”

Honest one?Lance knew that General Joseph was worthy of the title just by looking at his rough and simple hairstyle and loyal and honest beard. Because looking at his eyes full of respect and humility for Eve, you know that this Joseph is probably not a wise general, but a loyal general.

After Joseph had finished greeting him, he reported to Eve, "Your Highness Princess, we have already caught some tongues in advance according to your instructions. But none of them knew where Princess Isabella had gone. ”

Lance scratched the back of his head and asked embarrassedly, "General Joseph, should you just ask them if they know where Princess Isabella is......

Joseph nodded dumbly and said, "Yes." How about asking?"

When Lance saw that this General Joseph actually had such a natural expression, his whole person collapsed. Lance rubbed his hair a little frantically, trying to calm down.

Joseph seemed to see that Lance was very dissatisfied with himself, so he said directly: "Scholar Lance, if I have any defects and problems, you can say it directly, and I will accept and correct it with an open mind." ”

Eve chimed in: "Lance, if you have a problem, just say it." The army is not like a political meeting. Here you can speak your mind and correct the mistakes of others. ”

Originally, Lance wanted to complain fiercely. But when Lance looked at General Joseph's sincere eyes, he couldn't bear to say anything serious.

So Lance said in a soothing and patient tone:

"General Joseph, that's right. Princess Isabella was secretly kidnapped and taken away, and they all said that it was a secret, where would these miscellaneous fish soldiers know the specific information. Therefore, all we have to ask are some clues that can help us reason, and with these clues, we can follow the vine and deduce the actions of the demons. Got it?"

"Oh!" General Joseph nodded, and suddenly realized, "I see." So what questions should we ask?"

"This ...... It depends on the specific situation......" Lance thought for a while and said, "For example, this month, the entry and exit and transfer of the demon army. On the day of the accident, was there any army approaching the accident site? Did you have an emergency order on the day of the accident? Is there a fully loaded convoy entering the Metuk Demon Domain from the outside? And then I found out that it didn't conform to military common sense, and nine times out of ten it was a special task like kidnapping a princess. ”

Joseph said with a hint of joy, "I see, taught." I was a bit silly to ask. ”

But Eve just looked at Lance thoughtfully. After suddenly figuring out something, he asked, "General Joseph, did you bring back any information on the demon script?"

"Yes. ”

Then Eve patted Lance on the shoulder and said, "My magic language expert, go and see." ”

When Lance heard this, he looked at Eve with a sad face and asked, "Ahhh ”

"We don't have that much time to rest, so be considerate. When I find my sister, I can promise you how you want to eat, drink and have fun. ”

Lance spat out and said helplessly, "Okay, who made me promise you." ”

Then Lance and the others followed Joseph to the second floor, the room of the other party's intelligence.

Eve saw that Lance, who was not very energetic, so she comforted: "But don't worry, General Joseph has been here for less than two days, and most of the time he is busy with other things I have arranged." I don't think there's a lot of magic to crack it. I'm sure it was still easy today. ”

General Joseph also nodded and said, "That's right, I went to the Metuk Demon Wall twice in the past few days to catch my tongue. There's not much information on the magic language to be collected. ”

When Lance heard this, he soothed his mood a little. After all, I haven't eaten anything now, and I've just gone on a long journey. If you read the magic information in this tired and hungry state, you would have to vomit blood and die.

"That's fine, if it's not much, I'll watch it faster. Aim to finish the analysis before lunch. ”

So saying, they arrived at the door of a room on the second floor.

"We're here, Lance Scholar please. Joseph opened the wooden door to the room.

But when he saw the situation in the room, Lance's mood that he had finally relaxed was instantly swept away.

He only saw a 20-square-meter room, densely packed with all kinds of parchment. It's not a mountain of problems anymore. Instead, it filled the room and piled it up to the roof. There was no room for anything other than a small path and a small table in the middle. Although it was noon, and the sun was shining, the room was dimly lit, and only a kerosene lamp had just been brought to provide a glimmer of light.

Joseph smiled and said, "I'm sorry, although when I infiltrated the fourth wall, I accidentally found a warehouse of magic information. But I have limited manpower, so I can only bring back so much. I'm really sorry. ”

Lance swallowed a mouthful of spit, looked at the magic information in front of him with at least thousands of volumes, and said with a wry smile: "General Joseph, I think the nickname 'inferior' is more suitable for you. ”