"Don't worry."

Heine didn't say yes at the first time, and he stopped George.

The lord looked back in surprise.

"What?"

The other party's reaction was not the same as he imagined.

Shouldn't he be shocked first, then moved, and then follow him with a nervous face?

Heine: "I'd like to make sure first: do you want to show me something secret, and to be involved in it means you can't get out?" ”

George: "......"

Heine: "If you hesitate, it means that this is indeed the case, then I refuse—I dare not intervene rashly without knowing what the secret is."

"It's late at night, and it's time for me to go."

Heine stood up and walked out.

"Wait!"

George hurriedly stopped him: "Heine, you have to believe me, you will definitely join after reading it." ”

"So you have to join if you see it?"

“……”

George secretly scolded this cunning little fox, but gritted his teeth:

"After reading it, even if you don't join, it's nothing."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I don't believe it, you write it."

"You ......"

George's eyebrows were twisted together.

It was the first time he had met someone so difficult.

"Okay," he sighed, "I'll write you an essay." ”

A few minutes later.

Heine blew the ink stains on the "note" and folded it up.

"Relieved now?" George quipped.

"Please."

……

The two walked into the secret room.

As you descend the steps, it is as if a breeze is blowing outward from the depths.

At the bottom is a small study with thick blankets on the floor and bookshelves on all sides.

The blank wall above the bookshelf is covered with portraits, lined up from the entrance to the right, a total of twenty paintings.

There is also a hand-drawn drawing in the front, and in the middle is some kind of magical drawing that has been blurred and malfunctioning.

The latest ones are the magical portraits that Heine had seen at the Lion King's Trading House.

The person on top will blink and turn his neck, but it looks like an inferior Live2D holster, and it has a terrifying feeling.

It wasn't these things that concern Heine the most, but the strange feeling that lingers since stepping here.

The feeling was so strong that he couldn't help but tapped his eyebrows lightly and opened the pupil of the dead.

Then he was drawn to a touch of silver.

His gaze looked through the thick carpet and saw the circle outlined in silver thread below.

It's so clear, so complex, so complete.

For a moment, Heine's heart rose to his throat!

He found the root of this feeling......

It's the same feeling as in their cellar, but it's hundreds of times stronger, so much so that it creates a trance of "something is calling me".

"Your perception is very sharp!"

George saw him staring at the carpet, a smile on his lips.

Then, he stepped forward and lifted the carpet.

Heine hurriedly closed the eyes of the dead, and then froze.

Beneath the carpet is a magic map.

Protected by a layer of glass, there is a three-dimensional magical phantom.

Heine had seen a similar "miniature view of the trading house" in the hall of the Lion King's Trading House, which was the tallest building in the Silver Bazaar with five floors.

The map in front of you is larger and the phantoms are more refined.

"See?"

George exclaimed:

"Look here, to the west is the Zanluo Plateau, which is the country of the orcs and the Zanluo, to the north is the permafrost, to the east is the Whispering Forest, and to the east are two mysterious forests, and across thousands of miles is the Luku Plain, where the Golden People live, hahaha, they are very far away, have you seen it!"

George began to ramble on about geography and politics beyond the mountains.

It was evident that he was very proud of this secret knowledge.

Heine's face was shocked, but as he listened, there was something unpleasant in his heart.

Aside from the otherworldly elements, the mountains of McKala are no different from the closed feudal society.

To the average person, this unused geographical knowledge is like a legend in the mouth of a bard.

And for the nobles who are locked here, these are more like some kind of mysterious taboo.

The Four-Power Convention not only blocked the inflow of equipment and props and professionals above Level 5, but also blocked these "common sense".

Therefore, every time he stepped into the Lion King's trading house, Heine felt a sense of separation and disobedience.

It's like a modern commercial building in a medieval town.

When others were still using carrier pigeons to pass books, they already had such a thing as a "holographic magic phantom".

So now the more vigorously George speaks of this knowledge that he thought was secret, the stronger this feeling becomes.

This is the secret that has been obtained through the efforts of successive lords.

And Heine heard more than that from the mouths of the three guys.

Those are not only from all over the world, but also transcend time and provide direct insight into the future.

…

George said that he was excited, and sat directly on the ground.

“…… So you get the idea? Whether it's the Holy Helmet City, Tajaga, the ancestral city of the Zanro people, or the mountain fortress of the dwarves, we are all very far away.

"So any threat is just a joke, if they are really that powerful, why are they secretly accumulating holy light?

"Yes, that's right, the bones were judged, but it was just a temptation, and we stopped it, didn't we? We also found a well, we drove away Donald, and now it's no longer a threat!

"We are enemies on all sides, they imprison, blockade, suppress us, but they are also afraid of each other, they are afraid that we will fall to either side!

"So don't worry, Heine, the compromise I showed today was just a disguise, and it was shown to them!"

Syllable!

He suddenly slapped the map on the face.

"Heine, I want to change that! You'll join, right? ”

Heine didn't answer, he didn't know how to answer.

Players rarely remember the name of a character, such as Dylan, who is still the "tail king" in the mouths of the trio.

For example, Hunter is the "number three boss" and so on.

Unless it's someone special, special enough to be remembered by them.

They still call George a lord, and they probably don't remember his face.

Even if it was force majeure, the lord's role in it was pitiful.

It's not even as good as the "Seventh Master" in Mr. Xia's mouth.

So Heine doesn't think George is a "macho man from the sky".

To tell the truth, the moment he saw the magic circle, he still had expectations.

He expected the other party to mention this mysterious magic circle and have something to do with his mysterious ability.

This is the key to breaking the game.

But he apparently didn't know anything about it either.

The air was quiet for a while, and George frowned:

"What, you don't believe me?"

"Is there anything else besides this map?" Heine probed.

George exclaimed, "Isn't that enough?" ”

"What are you going to do? I mean, 'change all that'. ”

"Pull together, divide, break one by one, we have the ability! As I said, their hands can't stretch that long, and the power they can mobilize is limited, isn't that Olsewell also killed by you and Dylanqing? ”

"But you promised to apologize and make restitution."

"Yes, but that's a necessary compromise, and I'm going to have to give in even more, and I'm going to have Eternal Dawn build a church here!

"Not only them, but also the Shadow Temple, dwarves, elves, and even the Zanlo people can come and cultivate whatever they want!

"I'm just going to let them fight over Ebony Town, isn't that good?"

Looking at George's feverish eyes, Heine slowly shook his head.

- He didn't even know about the Four-Power Pact.

It is a good strategy to drive the tiger and devour the wolf, but the premise is not to provoke the tiger.

If Shikoku really doesn't care about this, why would they go to great lengths to blockade it?

Blockade is far more difficult to achieve than destruction.

"What are you worried about?" George asked.

Heine: "Are there any energy storage wells around us?" How many more?

"Will the Light fall from heaven again? Who's next?

"And, will they take aim at the Lord's Mansion, at you?"

George couldn't help but laugh:

"You are too timid, I admit that they crushed me like an ant, but after so many years, our heritage has not been broken.

"Even one of my ancestors had a strange disease, and they worked together to cure it...... You see, they're afraid that something will happen to me. ”

Heine: "Perhaps this existence was bought in exchange for compromise and non-resistance. ”

George's smile froze.

The originally kind face became angry, and his lips trembled slightly, like an enraged lion.

But he still did not have a seizure, but pointed to the door, and said in a stiff tone:

"You go, just as if I didn't say anything."

Heine sighed.

"I'm sorry, lord."

……

When Heine returned to his room, the three of them were reliving the day's battle.

This time is different from the past, they are discussing whether the dedication of catching sheep is a bit redundant and may be discovered.

"To put it bluntly, you just want to put a skill, right?"

Mr. Sa is now talking with a smell of vinegar.

Catching sheep is confident: "I don't pretend, buddy just wants to try it!" Just ask you if you are convinced? ”

Mr. Sa immediately died down.

With Heine's return, Mr. Xia quickly shifted his goal.

"Do you think Heine and George will have a bad deal with him?"

Catch the sheep: "Dude, your mind is very dangerous. ”

Mr. Sa: "I don't allow you to slander my good brother Heine without me - I think they are definitely tired, and if you can't keep it, it's George's unrequited love!" ”

Heine couldn't complain, but he felt inexplicably steady.

This is the "real power".

It's everything to him.

But he had to make these two guys understand what trouble is from the mouth.

So he began to talk to himself about the skeleton on a daily basis.

Especially Teacher Xia, who is suspected of being "Miss Dailin".

He said some inconsequential words like he was in estrus with a paper man, and Mr. Xia was choked with disgust.

Just as Mr. Sa laughed the loudest, Heine's words turned and turned on him.

"You're supposed to be an elven archer too, right?"

"I'm ......"

"I wish you could recover your memory soon, tsk, this is a plot that you wouldn't dare to write in adventure novels."

…

In the midst of the argument between the three, Heine rolled over and went to bed.

Tomorrow he could go to Haunted Manor, and he had a hunch that he would be able to clear more of the fog that hung in front of him.

This sleep was extraordinarily sweet.