As the song dispersed and became more and more westward, Illo vaguely noticed that things did not seem to be so optimistic.

This half-elven ranger, once loved by Norman City girls and young women, seems to have become a public enemy of the whole people in a day. Not to mention the others, at least the fierce gaze of the "Blood Drinking Demon Knife" Cat Roman has been circling around his neck, and the attention of a legendary warrior, Illo still feels that he can't stand it, and he always feels that a yin wind lingers behind him.

Not to mention, the VIPs near the stands all left him as far away as if fleeing the plague, leaving a spacious open space that exposed him even more to everyone's sight, and there was not even a place to hide.

"Cut, it all depends on what I'm doing, am I that handsome?" Illo touched his nose and sat down in his chair with a big grin, muttering to himself, "But I'm pretty handsome." ”

"Hey, come here. He beckoned to a guard in the distance.

"What's the matter?" it seemed that the guard was trying to suppress the anger in his heart, but he was still a VIP and had to come over to socialize.

"Where's my weapon? Illo commanded lazily.

"Wait a minute. The guard walked back, grinding all the way, and only when everyone was about to leave their seats did he bring Illo's "Soul Hunter" bone bow and quiver.

Illo carried his hands behind his back, still looking relaxed and unbeaten, but his eyes were rolling and observing the situation around him. He brought Althea over with a hot head, and now it's okay, Duke Delanor has no one to stop him, but he is left here, can no one ask him what he thinks?

Not to mention the grievances in Nacini's heart, even if he doesn't care about himself a lot. But what about his generals, at least Cattroman seemed to have a desire to communicate deeply with him. And what a gruesome sight it was to see the blood-soaked soldiers and young men, all of them looking at themselves with their eyes full of fire.

Seeing that the wedding was about to end hastily, the originally jubilant scene seemed a little embarrassing and cold, and everything that happened just now was vivid. Naturally, it is not good for them to put the blame on the king or the old duke of Deranno. Althea is also a victim and it is unbearable to blame, so the initiator of all this, the seemingly lascivious half-elf, has become a channel for all grievances to vent.

In this respect, Illo also made a great contribution to the harmony in the Snowton Empire, but without any awards, he had a sense of foreboding.

The bell rings and the wedding ends.

Cartroman, who was on the stage, snorted coldly and waved his hand, and several powerful soldiers behind him immediately surrounded Illo's position.

But looking left and right, there is a chaotic crowd everywhere. Where the hell did that half-elf go?

Half an hour later, at the south gate of Norman City, a two-wheeled carriage slowly stopped on the side of the road.

"Thank you, Miss Fennie," said a relieved Illo laugh in the carriage, "that you are a good friend of Althea. ”

"It's okay," Fennie asked in a soft whisper, waving her hand. "What are you going to do next?"

"That's really a problem......" Illo nodded solemnly, frowning and thinking for a moment, smiling bitterly. "It looks like I'm running away like a lost dog. ”

He rolled out of the carriage, smiled back, and beckoned, "Goodbye, Miss Feeney." ”

The setting sun shone a golden red beam, and the half-elf walked vigorously. Fade away in the long grass on the plains, and slowly only a silhouette that seems to be empty remains.

Fennie sighed, neighed under his breath, and turned back.

Trek through mountains and rivers along the way, and try to make your way to sparsely populated places. It took five or six days for Illo to reach the border of the "River of Sacred Blood". And the cruel fact is that he seems to be a little lost.

In the distance, the cast-iron mountains were already looming, but finding the entrance and exit of the "Path of the Lightseeker" in such a vast mountainous area seemed a little too difficult for him, who had a high-level talent for getting lost.

Irlo scratched his head, only to discern the situation around him, and reluctantly walked towards the nearby city.

For him now, it is very important to weigh the pros and cons. He did not dare to set foot in the small towns and villages that people knew each other very well, and although he may not know about his evil deeds, the probability of being recognized was very high. On the contrary, this kind of city is not big or small, and the flow of people is relatively large, so you can hide your identity and use it to explore the road.

This is the typical type of city on the border of the Holy Blood River, with low walls and a layout in the shape of a "field", and Illo made his way down his head and soon found a tavern that looked a little shabby.

"A glass of ale," he casually tossed a few copper coins, leaned back against the bar, and smiled, "Boss, can you inquire about something?"

"What's the matter?" said the stocky tavernkeeper, as he handed over a large glass of pale yellow ale.

"Have you heard of the Lightwalker's Path, boss?" said Illo tentatively.

"'The Path of the Lighthopper'? What is that? I haven't heard of it," the boss shook his head, and before Illo could stop it, he had already opened his throat and shouted at the adventurers in the tavern, "Hey, who of you knows where the 'Path of the Lightwalker' is?"

"I don't know what to do", "What's it?...... There were scattered answers from all corners of the tavern, and several eyes swept at the same time, and Illo was stunned and didn't dare to turn his head as he stood by the bar.

"Then I can't help it, little brother. The tavernkeeper shrugged his shoulders and made a helpless expression.

"I didn't ...... relationship," Illo covered his face with his wine glass, for fear of revealing something, "thank you, boss." ”

The boss waved his hand, didn't say anything, and wiped the greasy table with a rag.

Illo drank all the ale in a few sips, and was just about to quietly walk out of the tavern when he heard a voice behind him wondering, "Hey, that half-elf, don't go ...... yet."

"What...... Illo paused, not turning his head.

"Your bone bow ......" An adventurer behind him suddenly slapped the table, suddenly stood up, and shouted, "So you are the thief who ruined the king's wedding!"

"National thief?" Illo swallowed his tongue in surprise, and without hesitation, he ran away, leaving behind a sound of shouting and chasing, unable to shake off.

This serene border town has a carnival of chickens and dogs, and Illo feels like he is surrounded by hundreds of people behind him, and he quickly moves through the streets and alleys, using the speed of the high-ranking rangers to the extreme, and can only remain in a state of being unable to catch up.

But the eggs in the hands of the vegetable seller, the stones that laughed at the naughty boy, and other hidden weapons that could not be guarded against, still made him disgraced.

It's really an injustice in the sky, and Illo, who was running wildly and panting, couldn't help but look up to the sky and lament.

Inside the Magic Tower, Allegri led Onesa to visit his tower.

Dressed in a moon-white robe, Onessa smiled slightly, "By the way, Allegri, what's the name of the magic tower?"

She was overjoyed to receive the news of the completion of the Magic Tower, and rushed here immediately, without having time to put on the costume.

"The teacher and I have decided to call him the Violet Tower," Allegri replied with a smile, "Speaking of which, thanks to your edict." ”

The two walked into the tower together, the first floor was an empty hall, this is the lowest level of the magic tower, it looks very spacious, there are several supporting stone pillars, spiraling and carving a stable magic array.

"The first floor is the hall," Allegri said, stretching out his hand, "and I don't have many people under me, and it's all here and it's spacious, and it's our main place of activity." ”

"As you can imagine, this place will be lively and warm in the future," Onisha pointed with a little envy, "I especially like the fireplace next to it." ”

Allegri smiled and led her up to the second floor. This is the living room, centered around a small hall with five or six small rooms scattered around, which Allegri has prepared for himself and Dios and others.

Along the spiraling staircase, they passed through the magic laboratory and operation room on the third floor, the magic warehouse on the fourth floor, and the "energy furnace" on the fifth floor.

"What a surging magic fluctuation ......" As soon as she stepped onto the fifth floor, Onessa couldn't help but exclaim.

"This is the most perfect core circle I have drawn, and the energy utilization efficiency is very high. Allegri smiled and pointed ahead, looking a little self-contained. This level is a completely enclosed room, with a portal cast of rare metal to keep the "Energy Furnace" firmly behind it. This floor is narrow, and the sturdy walls and metal doors forge the strongest line of defense, guarding the source of power throughout the magic tower.

"Let's go," Allegri laughed, "it's not good to stay here too long, and besides, we're going to get to the top." ”

On the top floor of the Violet Tower is Allegri's control room, which also doubles as a study.

After wrapping the enchanted metal pattern with a stone slab, there was only about thirty square meters of space left on the sixth floor, which was also completely exclusive to Allegri. On the east and west sides of the wall are bookshelves made of wooden nails, and the fragrance of wood is still emanated. All of Allegri's collection of magical books is displayed here, including the remains of Herseus, the loot looted from August's collection, and the scattered collection of books. When placed like this, it doesn't even look empty, but it has an elegant book aroma.

The south-facing terrace is followed by the stone table that controls the hub, and in front of the north-facing window is his desk, in which the two of them stand without looking crowded, and certainly not with too many visitors.

"Standing here, I really feel the urge to not want to do anything. Onisha stood on the terrace, looking down at the beautiful river valley, where the Broken Jade River meandered not far away, and the beautiful landscape paintings stretched out and disappeared into the distant light.

"This should be my line, Your Highness the Grand Duke?" Allegri, who was sorting through the papers on the desk, looked up with a smile, and an inexplicable look flashed in his eyes. (To be continued......)

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