The temperature of the water was cool and pleasant, the water was clear, and Fayer gently twisted his fingers, feeling the touch of the slime on the skin of the fish. But the water did not cause him any discomfort, and his skin did not become red, blistered, or ulcerated.

Fayer shook his fingers, intending to take some reagents out of his bosom to test them and make sure it was safe to go into the water to find Dearlandor. Suddenly, he felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, an instinct he had cultivated over the years of trying to survive in Bran. He didn't see or hear anything, but something was standing behind him, waiting to attack.

A tearing spell surged into Fayir's mind in an instant, turning into a short note that slashed behind him with a wave of his arm. Then Fayir's agile regiment flipped to the side, turning to the angle of facing the enemy. The smell of blood suddenly hit his face, and the two half-human hounds were torn to pieces by the broken wind blades, and before they could let out a half-mournful roar, the fragments of the corpses rolled everywhere.

Fayer looked at the hapless victim, the ordinary hound. It seemed that Dearrando was not there, and the watchdogs had once again regarded him as an intruder, intending to attack. "It's not a pity to die...... Fayer snorted coldly, thinking that if he continued to stay here, more hounds would appear one after another, and perhaps he should leave the manor first......

A few pieces of the dog's corpse had just rolled along the shore of the lake into the water, sending a few ripples. At first, Fayle didn't pay any attention to it, until he noticed that the ripples had not disappeared, but had become regular fluctuations. He quietly stepped back against the walls of the manor, and watched as the fluctuating pieces of flesh grew smaller and smaller, as if they had been dissolved......

The lake in the darkness seemed to have turned into some kind of creature, silently reaching out from the surface of the lake, spreading all the way up along the place where the dog's blood had been spilled. The stumps and flesh scattered on the ground were swept up by the silent water of the lake, and rolled into the lake. The uncolored water reflected coldly in the moonlight, barely making out the outline.

When Fayle saw a stream of water begin to turn towards him, he immediately recited the levitation charm, lifted himself from the ground, flew over the height of the wall, and immediately flew backwards, escaping from the walls of Longbottom Manor. He didn't care about the hell that he couldn't use magic, and the person who said it didn't know where he was anyway.

The mage smashed into a willow tree and fell from mid-air. But without bothering to examine his aching leg, he picked up the hem of his robe and galloped swiftly in the direction of his horse. Behind him, a huge transparent shadow was rapidly elongating, almost covering his body. He could smell the mixture of water and blood, and knew that if he stopped, he would be swallowed up by the terrible lake at any moment.

The silent wave crashed on the ground behind Fayir, and then surged forward for some distance, and Zuihou retreated without finding anything. Fayl gritted his teeth and dragged his sprained leg forward for another one or two hundred feet, making sure that the source of mana behind him was getting farther and farther away, before he stopped and turned around to check. In the darkness of the night, Longbottom Manor and the river next to the manor were so peaceful and serene that nothing seemed to have happened.

Fayle limped through the field and returned to the place where they had put their horses. The horse was by the river, but he was very, very unwilling to go near the water again, so he whistled. Fortunately, both horses were very psychic, and immediately spread their steps and trotted over. Fayer rolled over and climbed onto his lean gray horse, turned around and ran in the direction of the circus. Although the black and white horse did not see its owner, it also cleverly followed.

Immediately, Fayle began to think again about what had happened tonight. The contract mark on his chest was unresponsive, indicating that neither Dearlando nor the young dragon had any worries about their lives. The lake water is also harmless to the human body at first, otherwise my fingers would have been unlucky. So what triggers the "stuff" in the lake?

"Don't use magic!" said Deirlando's face, reassuring Fayle...... Could it be that it was because of his spell that he activated the underwater "thing"?

The speed of the return journey was fast, and in a blink of an eye Fayle was through the woods and back to his carriage. Achille fell asleep in the hammock on one side, and the costume was washed and hung on a branch on the side. Next to the fire in front of the carriage was a basket of honey cake covered with a cloth, and the smell could tell that it was supposed to be a late night snack brought by a thoughtful teenager.

Fayle made a beeline for his carriage and pulled open the drawer and pulled out the box containing the Demonic Detection Stone. Then he began to rummage through the contents of the carriage, hoping to find something close to Deirlando. It is necessary to have something that is left behind with strong traces of magic before it can be tracked. At this moment, it is completely impossible to find the whereabouts of Deirlandor by relying on his own perception alone, and he can only find a way with the help of this special ore map that is super sensitive to homologous magic.

I often see Diarlando throwing things around, but when I really find it, there is nothing. It occurred to Fair that when Deirlandor came to them with the meteor and the young dragon, he was already empty......

"What's wrong?" Achille was woken up by the sound of the mage looking for something, and opened his eyes in a daze and asked, "Master?" The young man sobered up a little, sat up, pulled his hair and looked around, and continued to ask, "Where is the boss?"

"Dearlando...... No, do you have anything close to him? I'm going to track him down. Fayl went straight to the point, Achille, the apprentice, was usually in charge of cleaning up, so it should be possible to know.

"What do you mean it's gone?" Achille jumped down from the hammock in confusion, walked barefoot to the other hammock, climbed up the tree three times and twice, and felt something from the branch to show Fayle: "Is this going to work? ”

"That's it, give it to me. When Fair saw that it was the long sword that Diarlando had brought with him when he appeared, it should have been a magic weapon that was reborn with the dragon, and immediately made Achille drop it.

The hilt of the scabbard of the long sword is white throughout, with a fine golden entwining pattern on it, and the hilt is decorated with feathers and scales in relief, which is slightly heavy to hold in the hand, and has never been used by Deirlando.

Fair drew his sword, left the scabbard to Achilli, and told him to take it and not go anywhere. He put the unsheathed sword next to the magic stone, and waited for the results of the tracking with all his attention.

With the map itself as the center point, faint points of light slowly emerge and spread outward. It wasn't until we were about to reach the boundary of the stone that another bright point of light finally appeared. Fayer calculated in his mind the distance of the detection, that is, at least five miles from here, and had reached the hilly terrain on the edge of the town. What's even more strange is that the location of the light point is not on the ground at all, but deep underground.

Considering that Diarlando didn't come up when he got into the water, Zuihou probably just walked down the underground river...... But should you go looking for it?

While he was hesitating, the point of light suddenly disappeared.

Without much thought, Fayle immediately gave himself a shield, and then burned a teleportation scroll. No matter what, for the sake of his own life, he must first save the lives of Dearlando and the broken dragon. The smoke obscured his figure, and when the smoke vanished, only the ancient book-like map of Magic Min was left on the ground. Achille obediently held the scabbard and sat down next to the map, patiently waiting for the two to return.

Teleportation is probably the most used magic for Fair lately, with the exception of Fireball, Tear, and Silence. It used to be for circus performances, but now it's more about helping Dearlando with the magic of the gems stored in various homes. When he regained his vision from the familiar sensation of his body's reorganization, he immediately turned his vigilance to the highest level.

The teleportation destination is underground, and at worst it is possible to get stuck in the rocks. But when Fayle settled down and looked around, he found that luck was good, and it was a gap in the ground, not large, but twenty feet long and more than nine feet high. A layer of glowing algae is attached to the rocks, and the air is very humid, with sultry sweet and sour water vapor blowing in the face.

"Why are you here?!" Diarlando was standing at the other end of the small gap, looking at something through a small hole in the rock.

"You've been in the water for hours, and I can't find you at all, and I thought you've been eaten by some monster......" Fayle couldn't finish his sentence before he was stopped by Deirlando's crying and laughing hand.

"We're going to run for our lives now!" Diarlando patted the small hole in the wall, and the white dragon baby landed in the palm of his hand, and then he strode over, took the sword that Fair had held, and stabbed it against the rock at the top of the gap.

"What's the ......?" Fayle asked, puzzled, but then a strange hissing sound began to come from the rocks in reply. Fayer had spent a long time in one of the caves in his hometown, and the strange sound was the echo of a liquid squeezing air as it passed through a hole in the rock.

Sure enough, the four walls that were originally just wet suddenly began to emerge a large amount of liquid, and those holes that could be seen and invisible to the naked eye were rapidly seeping water, and the liquid with a little rusty smell in the sweet and sour quickly gathered and rose, and soon overflowed the insteps of the two people. Fayer's shield collided with the liquid, and the border glowed with fire.

Dearlando stretched out his arm and plunged his sword into the rock about half a point deep, stirring it so hard that the loose rock fell down in a slump, and he couldn't focus at all. Seeing this, Fayer was about to perform a cracking technique, but was immediately stopped by Deirlando.

"Don't add fuel to the fire, it's your magic that touches 'it' nerves. And the structure here is particularly loose, if you have a cracking technique, this place will definitely collapse, I am not afraid, you will definitely be buried alive. ”