The clerk Borg quickly hung the small crystal crystal piece on Ivan's badge, he pinched the small crystal tablet, and with a little force, the crystal piece lit up with a faint light, and a very faint origin magic aura emanated from the crystal tablet.

"Bring this with you, and it will tell us where you are. Also, if you really encounter an unsolvable difficulty and want to give up, just hold it down—"

Borg's fingers exerted more force, and three seconds later, the crystal-red glow shone on the spar.

"-All the puppets will stop attacking, and someone will rush to save you. Borg turned his head and gestured with his eyes to Carlo at the door.

I see. Ivan nodded, it turned out that Carlo had come with him to save him if he gave up. He sighed softly, slightly complicated.

He would rather not be Carlo, who is in charge of this kind of work, but someone who doesn't know him. In case he really can't get through guò...... It feels so embarrassing.

Carlo glanced back at Ivan and Borg, who might have heard Borg's explanation, but didn't react. Then he turned his gaze out the door again.

There was a loud and powerful sound of footsteps outside the door, as if an officer in leather boots was about to enter the camp for review. The sunlight was blocked by the tall figure, and the man who walked in glanced around, his gaze like a knife.

Ivan staggered to his feet, his hands clenched unconsciously.

How could it be that person?

The Temple of Judgment could not be the only one in Balran, but why was Balran here? Ivan thought that Balran would be very unhappy to see him again. In fact, Ballan did look very unhappy, and he raised his chin and looked at Ivan with an imposing gaze, his facial muscles twisting stiffly.

At this point, Borg's smile seemed a little meaningful, maybe a little bitter, a little crying and laughing. He walked around the sofa chair and politely stepped forward.

"Good morning, Lord Ballan, Lord Gail. ”

It was then that Ivan discovered that there was another person next to Ballan. The man was small and small, and stood unremarkable with Balran. He wore a black dress with a rather aristocratic atmosphere, with a white silk scarf, and a brimmed hat that was worn squarely, if it weren't for the scarlet badge pinned to the silk scarf, Ivan would have thought that he was a nobleman of some kingdom.

"I'm the clerk Carey Borg, and this is Mr. Ivan Yafel, and I think you two have already seen Mr. Yafel's information. Mr. Yafir, these two are Master McCann Balland and Master Owen Gale from the Judgment Temple. ”

"Oh......"

Ivan's heart suddenly became awkward. He didn't expect Ballan to be generous enough to forget the dispute he had had had a week ago, and looking at Balran's expression, he seemed to want to rush up and strangle him to death.

"Ivan Yafir. Barran cocked his lips and spat out the name fiercely.

"Hmm. Ivan answered. Seeing Balran's attitude, he became emboldened. He looked intently at Ballan's suffocated blue face, wondering what he wanted to do.

"I've read your profile. Every word in Ballan's mouth seemed to spurt out from between his teeth, "Your birthday is the Fourth of October, and you are only fourteen now? What do you mean? Did Showlyn Joan arrange for you to apply for the Executor's Examination?"

Ballan asked a whole bunch of questions in one breath, and with each question his bloodshot eyes puffed out a little, and it felt like he was about to pop out. Ivan thought for a moment and replied indifferently.

"I want to apply, Sister Xiulin...... It has nothing to do with Miss Xiulin Joan. ”

"You seem to have gone with Joan to the kingdom of Phadrand. Ballan took a step forward, as if trying to put pressure on the kid with his momentum. Ivan looked directly at him, and suddenly a wave of annoyance came to him.

"Yes. Ivan quickly added, "I have met Master Laxis Flotica." ”

"This ......" Borg's smile froze instantly, and as an experienced clerk, he took a half-step back in amusement.

"It must be clear from the report that Mistress Flotica was only trying to lure Sloth out, and she left so quickly that she didn't have time to speak to us. Ivan continued, trying to finish as quickly as possible, without letting Ballan feel that he had the slightest timidity.

Barlan glared angrily, gritted his teeth, and couldn't say a word. Mr. Gail, who was standing next to him, always looked like he was watching a good show, and when he saw this, the corners of his wrinkled mouth were crooked to the side.

"Good, good. Mr. Gale nodded repeatedly. The man's voice was slightly hoarse, but his eyes were bright, "Ah, don't be nervous, good boy, just play to your usual level." I think Balran's tone is a little bit unpleasant, he just wants you to understand that we can't relax our assessment because of your age. ”

"I know. Ivan said.

"Well, good. Borg, I'll leave it to you. Mr. Gale seemed to be very pleased with Ivan's answer, and he took a small flat black cloth bag from his neat tunic and held it up to Ballan and shook it.

"Brother Balran, how about coming with me for a cup of barley tea?" he smiled playfully.

Balran's brow furrowed into a pimple. At this moment, Ivan thought that he would be angry with Mr. Gale, who was also the judge. But he only snorted heavily from his nostrils, glared at Ivan with a domineering look, and then left the hall with the other clerk with Borg.

Ivan stood in front of the sofa chair and took a few deep breaths slowly.

The situation was not good, and Ballan seemed to hate him even more, and he didn't know what effect the opinions of their inquisitors would have on the evaluation, and he thought that Gale would be fairer. Anyway, if he could find the exit to the labyrinth within an hour, even Ballan wouldn't have anything to say.

Ivan rested for a while, and at ten o'clock, when the bell rang on the tower of the management center, he put on the badge with the spar and ran into the forest behind the building.

The snow that fell a few days ago has not been cleared yet, and the whole mountain forest is scattered with spots of white.

The greystone road at the back entrance of the management center extends into the towering walls of the old hunting grounds, and the walls are hung with mottled snow marks, faintly antiquated. Although the hunting ground has been renovated, Ivan still feels that it is like an ancient city, which did not exist at this time, and has long been buried in the dust of history.

The road under your feet soon became less smooth. Out of the cracks of the stone slabs grew a mess of grass vines, which were destroyed by the bitter winter cold, and only stumbling under the snow remained. The antique blue-gray walls are punctuated with metal, as if to prove that this does not belong to a distant lost dynasty, but to an organization with powerful technology.

However, for Ivan, the road in this hunting ground was not as difficult as he thought, and after running on the three-meter-wide road for a while, Ivan quickly understood why Borg said that it was more like a labyrinth. There are towering walls everywhere, and I wonder what the princes and nobles of the ancient kingdom of Abernard built such complex hunting grounds for.

A black wild bird leaped past the arch above Ivan's head, and Ivan looked up to see a silver-blue mirror at the top of the carved arch. This mirror is by no means a relic of the ancient kingdom of Abernard, it has a silver metal edge that does not belong to that era, and there is no image of anything in the mirror.

Ivan looked at it carefully for a while, probably this was some magic crystal device, time was pressing, and he didn't have time to study the mirror carefully, he quickly ran over the archway, and the first fork in the road was ahead.

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