"Uh......" Alan was a little surprised, he never expected that the always nervous Riel would notice this, and he was a little hesitant to answer for a while.

"It didn't ...... Why did you ask this all of a sudden?" Alan thought for a moment, but decided not to tell Rare that if he had to come to make peace at this juncture, something might go wrong.

"Really?" Rare was a little unconvinced, "I see you've been in a daze lately, and you like to spend time with Frey...... And as soon as it disappears, it's a whole day. ”

"Ah...... It's just that there are some incomprehensible theories lately, and I want to ask him more, after all, he is an elite when it comes to earth elemental magic. ”

"Oh...... That's right......" Rare nodded incredulously, no longer asking.

"Go to bed early, I have to wake up early tomorrow. Alan said, "Good night." ”

"Well, good night. ”

Over the next week, Alan and the others would go to the open space outside the dungeon whenever they had time, trying to find Mr. Winslow's traces. To their bewilderment, though, Mr. Winslow didn't seem to have much interest in the valley anymore, coming only once every two or three days on average, and staying here for less than an hour at a time before leaving.

The strange second man didn't show up again, as if his appearance in the valley that night was purely accidental.

In this way, on the night of September 13, Alan and the others finally prepared to conduct the first tracking.

It was about seven o'clock that night, when Mr. Winslow had just appeared in the valley when Frey sensed it. Since the exit to the dark passage leading to the valley from his office was at the other end, they speculated that if they set off now, they would be just in time to see Mr. Winslow's every move.

The few people who had endured it for so long did not hesitate and immediately decided to leave.

Along the way, several people looked nervous and excited, and they were finally able to see with their own eyes what this old guy was up to.

Cynthia and Alan were in charge of camouflaging several of them, and after double-checking to make sure they were safe, they pushed away the rock above their heads.

As the night grew darker, several people struggled to get used to it for a long time before they could barely see the road under their feet.

It was a cloudy day again, and it looked like it was going to rain. The sound of the wind whined through the valley, and at first glance it sounded like the wood demon inside was crying.

They couldn't see each other, so in order to avoid separation, they could only drag each other by the corners of their clothes.

Frey and Ellen walked ahead, while Cynthia and Alyssa followed.

However, the inside of the Flower Demon Valley is not as peaceful as it is outside. As soon as they entered the valley, they felt a slightly shrill scream, and the Wood Spirits seemed to be more excited than the last time they had arrived.

Step by step, they walked in, and soon they saw the light of the fire in the distance. It was from the clearing they had seen last time.

The four of them huddled together, trying not to make any sound, and soon came to a distance where they could see the light source inside.

The valley is not straight, but slightly twisty, so there are some raised rocks on either side that can be used as shelter for them.

Sure enough, as they had assumed, it was Mr. Winslow, who was lighting the torch in the last corner of the clearing.

He chanted a quick incantation, and a flash of fire came out from the tip of his wand, and the torch was instantly ignited.

"Sure enough, he's also a mage of the fire elemental system......" Seeing this scene, Alan couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, and began to compare him with Arne Burestu.

But before he could think further, he saw Mr. Winslow place something on the small stone platform in the middle of the clearing, and began to chant another complicated incantation.

"It's like a rose. Cynthia's voice rang in Alan's ears. Since they were still some distance away from there, and the wind was still hiding, there was no need to worry that this would be heard by Mr. Winslow.

A moment later, as Mr. Winslow's incantation was chanted, a familiar scene arose - a petite elf was summoned......

"He also knows how to summon elves!" Alan then reacted to why he had so many things about elves in his notes.

However, they could see that there was a very clear magical link between Mr. Winslow and the elf, and that the elf began to convulse after being summoned, and fell to his knees on the stone platform, unable to move.

Look at Mr. Winslow again, I don't know what he's comparing again.

Several of them widened their eyes to try to see as clearly as possible, but the moment Mr. Winslow stopped, they saw a cloud of white light pouring out of the elf's body, and slowly entering Mr. Winslow's body along the magic link. At the same time, the elf suddenly became restless, and the color of its body became darker and darker, and finally as Mr. Winslow threw the plant far aside with the levitation charm, the elf became a flower demon completely......

"No wonder there are so many Wood Demons here! and his magic...... Could it be ......," a bold idea flashed through Allen's mind, "that's why his aging slowed down, and even stagnated!"

Alan's instincts told him that Mr. Winslow had taken something from the elves. If you have to guess, it may be the spiritual power of the elves.

According to Karin, elves have a limited amount of spiritual power, something that they don't grow when they become elves, and something that allows them to appear as elves.

No one had ever mentioned what would become of elves when they lost their spiritual powers, and now it seemed like another way to turn them into flower demons......

While Alan was thinking about it, Mr. Winslow had already summoned another elf and drained its spiritual power. Only this time it seems to be more thorough, because the elf disappeared completely before it could make any changes......

The light of the fire shone on Mr. Winslow's face, and he was expressionless, as if he had become accustomed to it.

"We can't let him do this nonsense anymore!" a voice shouted in Allen's heart. At the same time, Frey, to his left, suddenly stood up and stepped into the clearing with one foot, as if preparing to use some kind of magic.

But at this moment, only a slight "pop" was heard, as if something had broken, and then Mr. Winslow also turned around suddenly!

Before they could react to what was going on, they saw a few fires splash and their coats set on fire.

"Huh!" said Mr. Winslow's cold voice, with some annoyance, "I always thought it was a mouse that followed me, but I never expected it to become several today...... Bugs!"