After two days in the village to clean up the aftermath, the team finally chose to remove a piece from the desecrated mural as proof of the results of the trip.

As for the shells, they were all broken and burned down with the houses in which they lived. No one has the idea of keeping any souvenirs, what they need is not to show their prowess or show the experience, but to forget it completely, to turn it into a thing that will never be seen in front of them again.

In particular, the circular destruction zone that appeared out of thin air, scattered with something similar to that of the kitchen when handling fillings, came from something familiar and formed after being torn and cut by chaos.

The departure went smoothly. After only four days, they returned to the manor, retrieved their horses, and left the forest far behind.

However, until the foot of the twin towers of Westminburg could be seen, most people's spirits never left the village, and they always stepped on the colorful and gorgeous mushroom velvet carpet, and could not step on a reassuring ground.

Frequent wakes up in the middle of the night, waving their hands at non-existent enemies, or staring at anything that retains color in the darkness of the night during vigils.

Miraculously, they were able to complete the task within the scheduled time, and it took less than two weeks to come and go, just to spend the expected time on other things.

Martin had been gazing at the castle from time to time since he reached the bottom of the hill, and with a long sigh of relief, he rode his horse close to Kraft.

"It's done."

"Why do you say that?"

"The guard posts on the walls haven't changed, the castle hasn't changed, at least not much." He pointed to a few small black dots that were moving slowly behind the battlements, which were indeed a bit sparse for the length of the wall.

"Let's hurry up and get rid of the hidden dangers left behind, while they are still hidden dangers." Kraft held the pendant in his hand, and in the strong sunlight, the red-black inlay in the center was rough and dull.

At the core of no one's attention, only by putting your hands together can you see a wisp of red light that is not easy to detect. It was like the last stubborn coals of fire on the embers of the village, unwilling to be extinguished, and constantly burning with a sense of restlessness.

"Hasn't that thing gone dark yet?"

"Not yet, that's what I'm worried about." Kraft clenched it in his fist, leaving a small hole to observe, the glow was much fainter than in the forest, but it hadn't changed since leaving.

"What's ...... Still following us? The thought sent a shudder to Martin, and the feeling of being swept across his back by the fungus seemed to come from behind and entangle him.

Kraft shook his head and tucked the pendant into his pocket, "Not really, don't take the pagan explanations for the truth, their knowledge and summary of this comes from limited observations and contributions from previous generations." ”

"After the distortion of faith, it has changed beyond recognition, and if you interpret it, you may sometimes come to the exact opposite conclusion."

"So you mean don't worry, maybe it's supposed to be like this?"

"So to speak." Kraft, who wanted to explain that this was not the case, did not argue, but chose a consolation statement, which is exactly what Martin needs now.

He couldn't say that he had been scanning repeatedly with his mental senses for days, and he hadn't found the thing that caused the pendant to glow. After all, it's also biological material after all, and it's normal for you to have problems after leaving those giant mushrooms.

The knight's mental condition is not optimistic, and if he is tormented by an unseen and intangible concept, sooner or later he will come to a problem.

A worried Martin called the gate open, and the tired team was unexpectedly informed that the main gate would not be open during daylight recently, and just as they were about to theorize, a somewhat familiar guard brought a summoning order, instructing the knight and Kraft to rest and prepare as soon as possible.

He refused to answer why it was not the Interior Officer, who represented the Duke's will, and conveyed an apology and bad news.

Despite being mentally prepared to be taken down another unfamiliar path, Kraft felt a cramping pain at the left sternal border when he heard the beginning, radiating to his left shoulder.

"Professor Kraft, because of the unavoidable, but indeed unpreventable problem, your disciple ......," the guard carefully observed Kraft's expression, sensing that the latter was not in a good mood, "is not fully protected in the castle. ”

"At the moment she is in good health, but she still needs to stay in bed for a while. The Duke has asked me to convey my apologies to you, that the accident has deprived the castle of an important member, and that all are in mourning. ”

"She's ...... now. Forget it, take me there, I'll see for myself. Taking a deep breath to suppress his emotions, Kraft tried his best to calm his mind, urging the guards to skip the pointless conversation.

Here, no matter how professional the description is, it is better to see it with your own eyes. He even had the illusion that he was an anxious family member, following the nurse who came to inform him of the critical illness, climbing up the escalators in the building where the elevator was occupied by emergency beds.

This is the first time this kind of experience, and about "no major physical problems", Kraft imagined many scenes in a moment, unconscious, unconscious, or at least a serious mental stimulation.

But when he opened the door, he saw Yvonne half-lying on the bed, covering her mouth and coughing softly, and the servant woman was helping her open a thick book.

Seeing Kraft arrive, she picked up a stack of paperpads and tried to roll over, but it seemed that the pain in her back and neck prevented the reckless movement. This demonstrates relatively good mobility, with limited mobility due to pain rather than dysfunction.

"I see it here."

Pulling out the last page, the girl shows Kraft that she has overachieved her progress and seems to be in good spirits, which is a shameful attitude towards learning.

According to the attendant's explanation, she fell on her back and injured her back in the accident that she could not talk about, and after a period of painful activity, she was found and rescued during the daylight the next day. All that can be said now is "it was an internal attack".

Needless to say, Kraft stabbed someone who "deliberately left a part" of the name, and didn't choose to blame him, which no one could have predicted before this kind of thing happened, and strictly speaking, there was a lack of consideration in it.

"Rest more when you're not feeling well, and as for these, you have time, and you don't need to rush it." The first impression was not a big problem, and he was a little relieved, it was a blessing in misfortune to have suffered some recoverable trauma in such an incident.

It's just that this student is a little too obedient, and he still insists on studying under such circumstances, which makes him wonder if his education is too strict, and has the wrong impression that he is not accommodating.

Yvonne nodded quietly in understanding, as usual, and lowered his head and coughed twice.

"Well, let's lie down first, I need to check for nerve damage." Holding Yvonne's back and slowly pulling off the pillow, Kraft flattened the girl's body, and seeing that she was a little confused, he took the initiative to explain, "That's something that controls physical activity, you'll learn later." ”

What appeared to be a reflux of saliva caused by a change in position, Yvonne paused for a moment to breathe and coughed again. The severity is not severe, but empirically it is pathological, wet cough with inflammatory sputum slightly below the larynx.

Alert to the spores escaping, Kraft reached into the bag and pulled out the tongue depressor, wanting to look at his throat, "Seems to have a respiratory infection?" It can't be pneumonia, right? ”

He had just returned from a business trip, and there were no standing items in his empty pockets, so he subconsciously took out the only object, the pagan pendant.

A red glow poured out from between his fingers.