The red light that lit up at the bottom of Yeats's pupils flickered slightly for a moment, and then replied casually: "Not really. I came back from Iris – and I spent a few days on Glass Island before coming back.

"I've been studying abroad at Iris for many years. It's been a long time since I've been back to my hometown. ”

"International Students......"

Hayna's expression was a little subtle.

The reason is also very simple.

Because this man must be at least thirty years old.

How long has it been since I studied abroad?

Even many of the lecturers at the University of Law looked younger than him—the bishops, for example.

And when Haina heard that he was going to study abroad in Iris, she was inexplicably a little unhappy.

Because she doesn't like irises very much—she hates pretentious, frivolous flirties more than Star Antimony.

Even with it, she subconsciously felt that this person named Yeats might also be a prodigal son. The inexplicable intimacy of seeing my fellow villagers has also weakened a little because of this.

Then her tone became calmer, and after a pause, she asked, "Mr. Yeats, what did you learn at Iris...... Music? ”

She could vaguely catch a trace of a temperament similar to that of Her Royal Highness Isabel from this tall man.

So she instinctively felt that this person might be a transcendent person on the path of beauty.

- Obviously, we in Avalon also have our own path of beauty! You don't need to go abroad to learn this kind of thing!

"I studied screenwriting. Because I aspire to be a playwright. ”

Yeats sighed, his voice softly low: "But now it seems that I am better at writing poetry." ”

"People are always good at some things and some things are not good at."

Haina reluctantly comforted politely: "I also go to school, even after graduation......"

- Only then did I realize that the path I was good at might be beyond the path.

Before she could say anything, she was suddenly shocked in her heart.

Her instincts were again a strong warning, and she realized that she couldn't say it, and she came to her senses.

And the second time she encountered the same situation, Haina finally became vigilant. She looked at the person across from her with an unkind face.

If the first time was accidental, then a second happened in succession...... Are you seduced?

Obviously, Yeats's charm was far worse than that of Mr. Ewass, but she was too cautious to say to Mr. Ewass, but she could say it to him casually. It's as if there is a mysterious power that makes her friendly to this stranger.

She closed her mouth and looked at Yeats with some nervousness and some scrutiny, narrowing her eyes slightly.

…… The Friendly Art of the Path of Love?

"Mr. ......"

Haina was about to show off the ceremonial sword she was carrying, who had no authority to disarm at train security, and decided to arrest the strange man for "misusing the ability to use unlawful pathways."

But at this moment, the train happened to slowly arrive at the final station.

"What?"

Yeats raised his head innocently: "Is there something wrong?" ”

But his acting skills were far worse than those of Mr. Evas—accustomed to seeing Evas pretend to be innocent to Sherlock, Hayna almost immediately sensed that Yeats was acting.

But after thinking about it, she decided to follow her instincts.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

- During these days, her experience in the Supervision Bureau has taught her something.

Not only was the train cramped, but it was full of unarmed civilians. If there is a real fight, I am afraid that it will cause a big disaster.

And she's now far from the capital, unable to call for support. Her griffons have not yet arrived, and the area of Muwan County is too weakly armed......

She no longer sees the Inspector as a strong person for maintaining fairness and justice, as she did before she graduated—even the Glass Island, which is her home turf, where the Inspectorate is attacked. Surveillance is not invincible, and since this man can silently use the friendly spell twice on himself, he is likely to be stronger than Hayna.

Then Haina at least did not cause unnecessary trouble to her colleagues.

Instead of being reckless, it is better to write to the teacher about the situation here, what you have seen and heard—this should be more effective.

Anyway, Iwass and Sherlock are here tonight, and if there's any conspiracy, just let the smart people think about it and solve it.

She's not smart either, so don't think about it yourself.

“…… It's okay. ”

Thinking of this, Haina replied stiffly.

She took a deep look at the man with a smirk on his face, remembered his appearance and features, and then took his luggage and turned to leave.

When Hayna left, Yeats remained motionless in his seat.

Until everyone was gone, he was still sitting in his place.

But except for Hayna, the other travelers acted as if they didn't see him...... Walked straight past him.

It's not just that they turn a blind eye to his existence. If Hawena had been a little more sensitive, she would have found that when she and Yeats quarreled, the others did not look up at all.

It's like the moment she talks to Yeats, and at the same time, she is dragged into the realm of non-existence.

Just as Yeats didn't notice Hayna before he took the initiative to talk to him.

Yeats walked over to the seat in front of Hayna, looked down and sniffed deeply at the scent that Hayna had left behind.

As he inhaled his breath, his pupils lit up with a scarlet glow. After he closed his eyes and digested it for a while, the red glow faded.

“…… Interesting. Pure and upright character. The talent of the authoritarian path is not bad, and he is about to reach the fourth energy level at a young age. And the adaptability of transcendence and twilight......"

His voice was gentle and deep: "Not only did he have Meg's flask on him, but he also came into contact with Lancelot's descendants. And the breath of Alexander, the breath of Hermes, the breath of Heracross...... Is she the protagonist of this era? ”

Is it a pure coincidence that I came here at this time? Or is it ...... What is someone manipulating behind the scenes?

Yeats frowned in contemplation.

He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, trying to discern the details.

Suddenly, Yeats frowned slightly.

He opened his eyes, a little surprised, a little uncertain: "What is this smell...... That guy from Mathers? ”

Yeats stood in the corridor of the train and pondered for a moment.

By the time the train at the terminal started again, he had quietly disappeared from where he was.

He hadn't passed through the windows or doors at all—but when he reappeared, he had turned into a crow, flapping his wings and flying to the branches of a giant tree.

He then turned into a gray wolf.

The figure was as thin as a shadow.

After he turned into a wolf, the branches under him shook slightly, but they were not crushed by him.

The brown wolf's eyes quietly watched Hayna farther and farther away. But Haina suddenly looked back and looked around...... It's like feeling something.

"What a strong intuition."

Yeats exclaimed in a low voice.

And at this moment, his expression suddenly froze.

Yeats suddenly turned his head and looked in the other direction, his gaze deepening.

“…… Demon Scholars? ”

He muttered in a low voice, "Or a Spell Mage?" ”

The wolf stood quietly on the branches.

It seemed like he had stood for a long time, and it seemed like he had only stood for a moment—and as the daylight turned, he disappeared in place at some point. It was as if he had disappeared into the carriage.

And at the same time, the other side.

Muwan County, Bagpipe Town.

Two giants are standing in front of the town's public cemetery.

The rituals that are running allow the red-robed demon scholars to dig out one coffin after another. They were so busy that no one noticed their presence at all.

"Your Highness."

The shorter giant respectfully said, "I checked again, and it is true that there are none." ”

"Definitely."

Wolfram, the prince of giants, spoke in a low and serious tone: "I can't go wrong with my eye demon - that book will appear in mid-December, near the town of bagpipes in Muwan County, a 'place closest to death'. I'm going to get it.

"If you don't have one, look elsewhere – remember to bury the coffin and don't disturb the locals. It wouldn't be nice if the church found out...... We need to buy time. ”

"So where do I take them now?"

"You send half of your men to sneak into the morgues of all the hospitals in this town. Then take the rest of the people and rummage through the cemeteries of the surrounding villages one by one.

"George is like a mad dog - he's still chasing me, I can't keep looking at you...... You help me find the book first, and we'll help you get George away. Once you've found the book, start the mirage ritual and contact me. Or if you can't find a cemetery in the surrounding villages, let me know. ”

"Understood, Your Highness."

The shorter giant replied respectfully.

"Don't let me down again, Cassiem."

Wolfram's form slowly dissipated like an illusion, and before he vanished, he warned again: "If you lose the Book of Law, you won't have to see me." ”

The giant known as Cassiem did not completely straighten up until Wolfram left.

He pondered, and the people around him leaned over in fear.

"Your Excellency...... You see it, and it really isn't. ”

"I know no. The leader had just seen it with his own eyes...... You have the brothers bury them one more time. Then deal with the excavation traces here. ”

Cassiem said expressionlessly: "After that, you take a dozen people and go to the morgue of the hospital in the town in groups of two to look for it." I took people to the surrounding villages. ”

Update complete!

Rice has arrived, too, just rice!

(End of chapter)