"So to this day, although it has been hundreds of years since the Immortals spread the fire, those magicians still want to find the 'leftovers' in this ruin."

Leonard chuckled sarcastically.

"Even, they want to please the crystallized old man himself who stayed here, and spontaneously help him guard the door, thinking that they can get what they want by doing something stupid."

Regarding Leonard's claims, Lane said he was noncommittal.

He already sensed that Leonard was the kind of character who became extreme and cynical after a blow.

This blow may be due to his own circumstances, or it may be due to the changes that have befallen the goddess he serves.

Anyway, there is something wrong with the personality.

So although Len could only say a few words to Leonard, who hoped to persuade him to serve the goddess, because the people here were not very talkative, he was not prepared to listen to it.

[Piheim's Dragon Academy], [Immortal Allies - Crystallized Old Man].

Faced with something that many locals may be familiar with, but which he doesn't understand at all from outsiders, Lan En chooses to let Mentos build the document in his mind first, and then fill in the content through investigation and inquiry.

And as the sky grew dark, the whole team stopped at the slightest raise of the hand of the leading Archbishop Klimt.

"Rest tonight."

The archbishop turned, and after a brief remark, the entire convoy resumed its action at his command.

At this time, the yellow color of the sky gradually began to dim.

For some reason, this change in the sky actually made Lan En feel a little relieved at this time.

In this world, he saw many things and things that he had never seen before.

This has happened in other worlds before, but as Verdolynk said, this is a world of decay.

The feeling of a decadent atmosphere is heavy that no other world has. It's as if everything is inexorably sliding towards the end of decay.

In the New World, ancient Greece, and the land of reeds, Lan En can enjoy the strange ecology, unique strength and magnificent life there as if he were playing.

But here, Lo Slick felt a little relieved to see the normal change of sky.

The archbishop of Kremta may seem exalted.

The exiles who guarded the gate at the Farran Fortress had to salute from afar.

So it's no problem to camp in this place and rest for the night.

It's just that the magicians of the Piheim Dragon Academy that Leonard said don't seem to have a good feeling and importance for religious identity.

Again, this is a familiar and somewhat reassuring point for Ran: religious personnel and magicians are always at odds.

Lane saw a few wide-brimmed peaked hats faintly flashing from the remains of the fortress next to the camp.

It was a very traditional sorcerer's attire, with a pointed hat and a large robe.

In the world of the Magical Middle Ages, this thing was 'outdated enough to be collectible' in warlock circles.

Nowadays, warlocks, men prefer puff-sleeved tight tops, breeches and other aristocratic outfits.

Women, on the other hand, prefer an open style.

The magicians with wide-brimmed peaked hats just flashed through the ruins, but they didn't mean to come out to communicate, and even arranged a special sentry.

The location is close to the waterhole and can be reached within two steps of the water, making it a good camping spot.

People are getting busy preparing for the night.

Rosalia's frame was placed in the center, and the goddess remained as if she were immersed in her own thoughts, without movement or sound.

And Archbishop Climt served on the left and right of the frame.

His physical strength seemed good, and the double-pronged gun in the crook of his arm might not really be an ornament.

After walking for such a day, he, a priest who looked like an old man, did not blush or breathe.

Small fires were lit, and it was common to see worshippers wearing crimson hoods praying with their hands together in front of the flames.

The soldiers in the convoy are scattered in various places to ensure the speed of response in the event of accidents everywhere.

Lan En walked out of the light with a bucket of water, apparently trying to get some water from the pool.

But as he passed through the center of the camp, Archbishop Kremt knelt beside Rosaria's carriage and the fire and bowed his head in prayer, without raising his head to the witcher.

"Don't go too far into that pool, young man."

"Although the waterhole was not deep, it had been full of sludge for many years. And in the sludge, there are also dangerous creatures. ”

"To stay away from the flames is to fall into darkness and to face danger. What's more, now that the flames have faded to this point."

With the last words of prayer or reminder, Archbishop Klimt put his folded hands against his pale bearded chin and bowed his head deeply.

Lane bowed slightly to the archbishop, signaling that he had listened, and continued his way beyond the light of the flames.

The darkness of this world seems to be so deep that the light of the flame can only illuminate a small place.

Within a few steps of walking out of the camp, Lan En was completely plunged into darkness.

Then instead of walking towards the waterhole, he turned around and walked to the other side.

He gently rubbed the magic ring on his finger.

A connection was made between the magical equipment, and a dim figure of electric light rushed from the darkness in the distance.

Flannel Ball and Kirin, the two guys seemed to be running towards Lan En in a hurry.

The anxiety made Lan En frown slightly.

"Wow!"

The unicorn was under the wide rune cloth with a sense of drape, and it opened its mouth to make a snort.

But then Lan En gently pressed his mouth.

The flannel ball also quickly jumped off the unicorn's back and walked towards the hunter he was following, and the kitten's face was still suspicious and kept looking at the darkness behind him.

"You two are. What's going on? Met an enemy? ”

Neither guy looked right, so Lan asked with a frown.

But Elu, who has always been brave and optimistic, didn't know what to say, and just jumped onto Lan's shoulder.

When he came to this position, Lan En felt with his cheeks that the hair blown up by the flannel ball was slowly calming down because he became reassured.

"I don't know about meow either."

The flannel ball pursed her lips and said.

"It's, it's just a feeling, there's something in the darkness here, but I can't find it, it's so tormenting!"

"Where's the Kirin?"

Lan En blocked his left hand with his body, and then the magic aura of Chaos Magic flickered slightly, establishing communication with the ancient dragon.

Ancient dragons, whether they are vitality, perception, or combat power, are not at the same level as ordinary creatures.

So Lan En thought he might be able to learn something from Kirin's mouth.

But it still doesn't work.

Even what the unicorn said was even more headless than a flannel ball, as if he was scared fiercely.

After all, the hard battles that can temper the nerves are really not necessarily experienced in the Qilin Ball.

"The darkness here is not a quiet night. It's not the same as night! ”

The unicorn's hooves were scraping vigorously on the ground, and the big moist nostrils were constantly spewing tense heat.

It's just a repetition of the phrase.

The tension between the two of them made Lan En frown deeply.

The darkness of this world. Is it something so spiritually dangerous, so oppressive?

(End of chapter)