ps: Tomorrow is my birthday~

"What?"

Ivan looked at Tracey Carlisle, who was ecstatic, and was stunned for a long time without reacting. Although I already thought about what might happen, I ...... The Holy Magister from Idgraxiu City actually came to Price City in person and said that he wanted to see him by name, what is the situation?

“...... Why?" said Ivan, with a sense of foreboding.

"Seems to be because of Sloth. Tracy blinked her innocent amber eyes and gave a vague answer, "Hurry up, come with me, and Asha too!"

"Hey, what about me?" the little wolf followed closely behind Ivan.

"I don't know, why don't you come along. Oh yes, I haven't asked you what your name is, are you a boy or a girl?" Trisy quickly turned her attention to the little wolf dressed as a boy.

As soon as Ivan and his party arrived at the north gate of Price City, they were stopped by Triss before they could enter the city. Tracey is also the enforcer of the Wizarding Alliance, but she has a bit of a big nerve, and most of the time she is with her partner Darren Brian. Tracy said that she had been asking Ivan two days ago when he would return, because there was a Holy Magister who wanted to see Ivan, and he was now living in the annex of the City Lord of Price City

"My name is Little Wolf and of course I'm a girl. The little wolf happily kept up with Tracey. The habits of these two people are a bit similar, they both have short hair, and they both wear men's clothes, and they are like acquaintances when they meet, or maybe the two of them are more familiar.

"That, yes. Which adult wants to see us?" asked Aisha cautiously, pouting from the side.

"Dark Magister, Lord Devon Blair. "But the person in charge of the investigation seems to be Lord Ballan, and Lord Blair rarely speaks, so I feel that he is very mysterious." ”

"Investigate?" said Ivan and Esya, almost in unison. The word was like a dangerous bomb to them at the moment, and the two of them raised their voices in unison.

"Balran?" Ivan quickly thought of a new question. Isn't that man Ballan some of Master Borenfutz's men? Ivan doesn't have a very good relationship with him, no, I should say it's very bad, why is that the person in charge of the investigation be that person?

Tris was stunned. With his mouth open, he looked puzzled.

"What a thing. The little wolf looked at Triss and then at Ivan. "Hey, your people came all the way from the south to investigate, what's there to investigate?"

At this time, it is actually the little wolf who is the calmest.

"Oh, actually. I don't know. Tracey smiled apologetically. Scratched at her short gray hair, which was as big as a steel needle. "Lord Ballan asked me a lot of questions, as if they were all about Sloth. He asked me when Sloth had attacked Price City, and that time. How did she get to the back of Price City? Well...... He also asked me about other things, such as if I was usually with Lord Selin, and if I had met Master Flotica......"

Ivan and Aisha quickly exchanged a "something is not good" look, and Aisha quickly glanced at the little wolf, hoping that the little wolf would not talk nonsense at this critical moment.

"Got it, got it. The little wolf muttered. Triss immediately looked back in surprise, "Ah, what do you know, little wolf?"

"I know you guys just like to get yourself in trouble. The wolf hugged the back of his head and looked back nonchalantly.

Listening to the casual chatter between Triss and the little wolf, Tracey's rented carriage slowly stopped on a secluded street in Pricetown. It was already dark, and the kerosene lamps hanging from the carriage illuminated a small but chic two-story building.

The kingdom of Aura has only begun to accept new magic technology in the last two years, and the city of Price has not even established a magic alliance office, and magic lamps are even rarer, and ordinary residents have been using traditional kerosene lamps to keep warm by fireplaces. However, almost every window of this building shines through the pure white and steady light of the magic crystal lamp, which is as bright as the moon on the dark street.

The owner of this annex was a nobleman from the kingdom of Ura, and naturally had the money to enjoy the benefits of new magical technology. When Ivan came to Price City last month, he didn't know that there was a nobleman's mansion in this place. Although it is only a small stone building, the furnishings inside are full of luxury, the blue-black floor has been rubbed like a mirror by the servants, the delicate magic crystal chandelier hangs in the hall, and the golden bracket is full of small magic crystal lamps, like a ball of stars falling from the sky.

The long table in the dining room is covered with a snow-white tablecloth with gold trim, and the golden statue of the goddess of light holds up the round magic crystal lamp in her hands, and the room is warm, as if there is a heating device hidden under the table. There are five refreshments on the table, and the refreshing scent of mint tea is always exhausting.

Ivan turned his gaze to the Inquisitor, Lord Balran. He sat at the table, dressed in a pale gold shirt, scrutinizing him sternly.

Except for the Holy Magister, who was sitting in the right seat, the rest of the guests, Ivan, knew all of them. He subconsciously gasped when he saw John, and then he saw Xiulin sitting next to his father, smiling and waving to them. Karlo Plante was as serious as ever, and he sat on Ballan's side, staring silently at the egg nǎi biscuit on the table, as if he hadn't seen Ivan and Isha come in.

"Hello, Mr. Ivan Yafir. The Holy Magister at the table greeted him flatly, as if he didn't care about anything, "I heard that you're coming back from the territory of the Nome clan, so sit down and talk." Maid, four more refreshments. ”

He had apparently noticed the little wolf.

The Holy Magister was supposed to be over thirty years old, dressed in a modest white shirt with a shiny silver chain on the collar and a pocket watch in his pocket. Master Devon Blair looked as gentle and calm as a scholar, his expression was neither hostile like Barran, nor euphoric as that of Xiulin, nor as anxious as John, nor as cold as Carlo, and in all it was impossible to discern what mood he was.

Ivan let out a soft "oh" and bowed to Lord Holy Magister, finding a place to sit farther away.

Without introducing himself, this Lord Blair must know about him, and Triss said that Lord Carlisle wanted to see him by name. Ivan stared at the spotless tablecloth in front of him, thinking to himself that no matter what they said or did, he would never be able to tell the secret that Laxis had asked him to hide. (To be continued......)