By the time we left the inner city of Idgradhius, the sky was completely covered in night, and the city was lit up with stars in the sky.

Ivan sat in the carriage heading to the office in the outer city, looking out the window of the gray buildings passing by, and suddenly felt like waking up from a dream.

He pinched a droplet-shaped refining crystal pendant in his heart, which was given to him by Laxis when he was leaving, and there was a blood-red flower in it, and he remembered what Laxis had said to him, and remembered everything that had happened in this day, and still felt like a dream.

I used to think that Laxis was the kind of adult who was out of reach, but now she has become a bit like his elders and teachers, and Laxis seems to be quite kind. This crystal pendant, according to Laxis, can protect him in times of danger, but he doesn't know how to use it, so he wears it with him as a talisman. What made him a little concerned was that Laxis was calm when he talked about other things, except that when he mentioned Asahernos, she didn't seem quite right.

After all, Ivan still didn't finish asking the questions he wanted to ask, such as what kind of magic magic weapon the "Black Star" was, Artel's real age, and the whereabouts of the crow. He felt sorry for the crow. However, if he did, Laxis might ask about the identity of the crow, and he didn't want to tell Sù Laxis.

Who was Asahirnos?

He slaughtered the villagers of Cod Village, and he seemed to be a very cold-blooded person, but he never seemed to forget his students, as if he still had a feeling. He asked the crow and others to risk their lives for him, but the crow was willing to die for him, even if he didn't know Laxis at all—the crow was not an unassertive person. What kind of person is that Asahel Hernos?

“...... What is Master Laxis looking for you?"

Stepping out of the carriage and facing the girl with long orange hair, Aisha didn't look very worried, but looked a little angry, "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"Ugh. Ivan thought for a moment. "Is Carlo back?"

"He's long since returned. Aisha crossed her waist and exhaled hard, "He has already told me and Sister Xiulin, you two have the conference hall of the Magic Tower of Passait, has Lord Laxis invited you to dinner?"

Aisha pouted, as if she was angry.

"What are you thinking, she just asked me some questions. Ivan unconsciously turned his eyes to the side. "It's not that you don't know the origin of that magic core......

"Well, you'll have to make it clear to me in a moment. Aisha tilted her head slightly, her purple eyes slanted at Ivan from under her eyelashes, "Sister Xiulin and Carlo are in the tavern over there, that. ”

She turned to the side and stopped suddenly.

"It's great that everybody's okay. ”

Aisha lowered her head. He crossed his fingers, as if he felt gratified, and smiled comfortably. The lights of the office behind her were dyed with a brilliant circle of gold between her wind-blown hair.

She grabbed Ivan's wrist.

"Don't hide anything in the future, no, it's not like I can't help. Aisha made a gesture of "sister", "Fortunately, the matter is settled, the scholars have not been arrested, and Lord Hernos has kept his promise." Sister Xiulin's right. Don't treat us like outsiders!"

"Oh, got it......"

Carlo doesn't seem to mention the crow, and it's no wonder that the relationship between Carlo and the crow is very clear to both Xiulin and Aisha.

For Ivan, there are some things, maybe it would be better not to tell her for the time being.

Artel's black ring, and. The man whose name was Asahhernos.

......

Laxis sat alone at the transparent tea table, the snack for dinner was delivered by the guò space magic, she didn't have much food today, only a slice of bread coated with nǎi cheese. Through the thick windows, the island of the inner city of Idgelasius still floats like a firefly.

A gray dove slammed into the other side of the window as if it couldn't see the way, and Laxis immediately looked up. His brow furrowed, and he leaned against the window of the crystal refinery, disarming his magic.

"Hmph. She stood up on the tea table and walked briskly to the door. Then go down the stairs around the corner. At the gate of her towered mansion, some aristocratic and elegant child stood in a sneering manner, like a good student who had come to apologize.

"What's the matter, Artel Hernos?" said Laxis, raising an eyebrow. Artel unexpectedly sided with her this time, and even gave Ivan the core of Sloth to testify on her behalf. However, compared to this, Artel also has a lot of things to hide, and he may not have let Laxis live in his house not only to protect Laxis, but also to block the news.

Laxis speculated that the Ghost Islands of Atter were due to Slos, and now that Slos is dead, there is no way to know anything.

"I messed things up, Miss Flotica. Yatel looked up aggrieved, "Can you take me in?"

"What?" Laxis was stunned for a moment, then pulled the corners of her mouth, "You don't need to keep spying on me, do you?" The pigeon has been returned to you, and it has promised to keep it secret for you, so what questions do you have?"

"Mr. Borenfuz suspects that I am deliberately causing trouble,......" Artel bowed his head timidly, and then suddenly laughed again, "Of course, I didn't let me stay with Miss Flotica, but now that we both have each other's handles, it seems very inappropriate to be enemies, so I promise that I will never go against Miss Flotica again." If, Mr. Borenfutz, intent on doing me badly, I would like Miss Flotica to help me. ”

"What can I help you?" Laxis looked at Yatel's pitiful expression, but remained unmoved, he was not really a child, "I have my principles, and I don't promise that I will help you in any situation." ”

"Well, of course I know that. Artel lifted his right, and the gray dove landed on top of him in a circle, "By the way, Miss Flotica, there is one more thing that you would like to keep it secret for me." ”

Laxis was disgusted by Artel's law. If you really want to keep it a secret, why bother suing someone who doesn't trust each other?

However, when Artel came out with this, Laxis was stunned.

Yatel's is-

"I saw my brother. ”

......

Back in his courtyard, Artel burst out laughing, as if he had been holding back from laughing. The gray dove fluttered over his shoulders and landed in front of his feet.

"Why should Artel be so nice to Flotica?" said the pigeon, spun in circles, raised its head, and shouted in the tone of a little girl's temper.

"Haha, haven't I been with you all, because of my brother. I can't deal with my brother for the time being, so I have to try to reassure him about me. Did you see Flotica's expression? She cares about her brother very much, and I think he cares about her too. ”

Artel crouched down and tenderly looked at the pigeon that had the girl's soul, Momora, or Angel Victoria Elikliques.

"It's all excuses. The pigeon replied angrily, and she shook the feathers on her wings, "Now even Sloth's magic core has been taken away, isn't Artel the magic core to be left to Sloth's good sisters?

"Not necessarily, it's the Red Witch Rust, the Rosalina. Artel smiled lightly, his tone as if there was a hint of admiration, and then he lowered his voice.

"There's not much magic left in the core, but Angel, there's still a place where her magic is kept, and Rosalena will definitely find it. ”

Artel picked up the pigeon, stood up, and brought the pigeon close to his face as if whispering.

"Next, I want Laxisfrotica, and Ivan, whom she wants to protect, to teach her a lesson for me. ”

......

The top of the Magic Tower of Passaette, the Pavilion of Destiny.

In the dark space where few people have set foot, the streamer of magic outlines strange patterns, like a leafy canopy, full of flowers and fruits. The ethereal feather woman who was like a flowing firefly lowered slightly, a shiny feather between her fingers.

It was a white light that had been transformed into the shape of a feather.

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Chapter 8: The contract of the World Tree is over

Chapter 9: The Flame of Guardianship (To be continued.) )