Reses was stuffed back into the box, and Dearrando rolled over and jumped off the roof of the tavern, pushed the door open, and walked in. The people inside watched him walk in again unharmed, with a little admiration and a little fear in their eyes.

"It's time for us to go, won't those sailors get you in trouble because I beat them up?" said Deirlandor as he walked over to Helen to confirm again.

The proprietress shrunk into her seat, her face was a little pale, she shook her head and said, "No, if you smash me here, where else can they go to drink?"

"And as soon as the bird starts calling, everyone hides in their own houses, and the crew is no exception. I've got a room here for you to stay in and wait until sunrise tomorrow. Helen raised her hand and took Dearlando's arm and sincerely extended the invitation.

"No, we have to rush back in the evening, xiexie, your kindness~ I will come to drink if I have a chance." Diarrando smiled apologetically and refused the hostess's offer. When Helen let go of her hand, Dearlando picked up Achille, who was already drunk and lying on the table, and walked out of the Red Snail Bar after Fayle.

"Go back now?" Fayle got on his horse, and when he saw Diarlando lay Achille on his saddle, he put a restraint charm on him and secured him.

"You don't want to see Miss Pith's fleet?" said Deirando, patting Achille's little yellow pony on the head, and muttering something in the horse's ear. The pony shook his head, hissed and nodded.

"Now that you've arranged it, I'll naturally have to see what kind of means this person has to confuse everyone who has seen her. Fayle tugged at the corners of his mouth, interested in the woman who was good at illusion.

Dearlando slapped the pony on the buttocks, and the horses ran smoothly and quickly back to the main city, and in less than twenty minutes Achille would be safely back to the circus camp.

The two of them pretended to gallop back to the city for a while, and then made a great circle, approaching the high rocky walls from the deserted wilderness.

The wall, which was plastered with marl from rocks mined from the mountains, was about twenty-five feet high, wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, so that it could be firmly established on the seaside land, which was not very strong.

There was no sound around, and no one patrolled at all. Today is the new moon, only a crescent moon hangs in the sky, but fortunately, the stars in the sky are still bright, and the shadows can see the surrounding scenery.

Diarrando was under the wall, and instead of rushing over, he raised his hand and released a cloud of light mist in the palm of his hand, which flipped and formed, which was exactly what the devourers had seen on the roof of the tavern a moment ago. "Fayle, have you ever seen this?"

"It's a spider-eater, haven't you seen me use it?" Fayle glanced at him, wondering why Dirrando was asking this.

"It's something from an oversized bat monster that flew over the top of the tavern just now. Deirlandor shook his fingers, splitting the light mist into two clouds, one triangular bat monster and the other insect-eater.

"Just now?" Hearing this, Fayle carefully looked at the form of the devourer, and then sneered, "Are you suspicious of me?"

"No, I'm staring at you every day, how can you have time to do this. Dearlando shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, leaving Fayle angry.

"But I suspect that there are other Bran people who have infiltrated the country, this is the easternmost part of our country, more than 3,200 miles away from Bran, and there are still devourers, it's strange. Don't you people who use this kind of thing in your country have their own special markings or something?" Diarlandor zoomed in on the monster's image a little so that Fayle could see it clearly.

“...... In this way, this devouring insect is a bit strange. Fayl pulled out his bronze bone staff, pointed to the belly of the curled spider with the tip of the point, and said, "There isn't any man's magic signature here." ”

"Magic signature?"

"Well, all of our mages and warlocks need to stamp their magical creations as a basis for punishment or reward - in my homeland, it's mandatory. ”

"Can't this be written or used as someone else's?" asked Diarrando as he put away the nebula-like projection.

"Weaving one's own magic signature into every spell is an introductory subject for all mages and warlocks, and all apprentices have developed this instinct before the age of seven, after all, if they are found to have made a mistake or missed three times, they will be executed. ”

“...... In this way, the difficulty of our magic exam is a piece of cake. Deerland laughed at himself, but then added earnestly, "When we kill the Dragon King, I promise that the people of Bran will never live in such fear again." ”

After saying that, Dearlando jumped directly from the horse, borrowed two forces from the rough wall, and easily climbed to the top of the wall. Diarrando looked both sides and saw that it was a gentle stretch of coast outside, and no one was patrolling, so he gestured for Fair to follow.

Fayl scoffed at Deirlando's naïve assurance, whether this person could raise a young dragon enough to fight in a year was a question, and what was the point of liberating Bran.

The levitation technique smoothly raised Fair to the height of the wall, and then jumped to the other side with Deirlando. The two moved quickly in the shadows of the wall, approaching the harbor not far away.

The harbor of the city is a crescent-shaped deep-water port, and the large ships are direct ports of call. Unlike many places, the water level on the shore is shallow, so it is necessary to park large ships offshore and transport them back and forth by small boats.

At this moment, there were four three-masted galleons parked in the harbor, and the lights on the ships were sporadically lit, and the figures swayed from time to time.

"Which one are we looking for?" Fayle could only see the silhouette of the ship, and could not tell whose ship it was.

"The bow of the farthest boat is like a goat's head goddess, and it should be the ship of Sugong. The three ships that approached us were all the same bow like ...... The one-eyed medusa, whose sign is this?...... "Diarlando's night vision is much better than Fayer's, and he explained to Fayer as he watched.

"It must be our nearest ship, which is the most ornately decorated, and has an extra letter P on the idol. After looking at it for a while, Diarlando came to a conclusion. "I'll swim over, and I'll pull you over when I'm done. After saying that, Fayle felt a tap on the shoulder, turned around and saw that it was indeed the radiant Riess.

The young dragon looked at Fayle with a warm look in his eyes, as if he was staring at a piece of top-quality steak that was fried just right, making Fayle feel his scalp tingle.

"Have you fed it?"

"Don't worry, Reses just ate a bat monster the size of a cow, probably ...... Not hungry. Diarlando dropped a word, and then bent over and ran to the shore. Fayle saw him leap lightly into the bay.

Fayl watched the waves gently lap against the shore, thinking to himself that the last time Dearlando went into the water, he had summoned an invisible liquid monster, and this time he didn't know what it would attract again.

This time, however, Fayer's conjecture did not come true, and less than ten minutes later, he was teleported into a dark cabin by the young dragon.

The young dragon jumped back onto Dearlandor's shoulder, illuminating the surroundings with a faint glow. This is a warehouse with a lot of miscellaneous items, mainly for food. Diarlando leaned against the door and listened to the movement outside, and after making sure that no one was there, he quietly opened the door of this warehouse and moved on to the next warehouse.

In this way, the two quickly searched all the unmanned parts, and in addition to the normal things in the cabin, the only special thing was a box of silver-white metal structural parts.

These metal castings of different shapes are stacked in different thick wooden boxes according to different types, and are surrounded by straw to absorb shocks.

Diarlando took a piece and sniffed it for Reeth, and then pinched it himself, and Zuihou had to ask Fayle, "What do you guess this for?"

"Lead is a very stable and heavy element, and alloys made of it and other metals can be used to craft special magical vessels or devices to refine specific magical substances. ”

Fayer used the reagent he had with him to drop on these metal blocks, looking at the different foams and crystals that appeared on the surface of the metal, and gradually came to a conclusion in his heart. He carefully released a few more spells on the metal for testing, watching the metal flash a little spark from within as the magic activated.

"This is a component of a soul furnace made of lead, silver, gold, aluminite, and mercury mixed with a heavy spell liquid...... I'm also beginning to wonder if there is a high-ranking priest of Bran operating here. The heavy spell liquid can only be refined by high-level sacrifices, and the soul furnace ......" Fayir's voice trembled a little.

He had seen the soul furnace towering in the heart of every Bran city, a device used by the Dragon King to draw energy, and a deterrent sign of his brutal rule.