Long nights, no sleep, worried, tossing and turning.

Although it was only a day's wait, it was much longer than a year in the mage's mind.

It was as if every breath had to count the weight of the air flow through the lungs, and the premonition of disaster was getting closer and closer, as if as soon as you close your eyes, the darkness that fills your horizon will never be dispelled for you to open your eyes.

He exhaled, sat up from the bed, looked away, noticed the dark shadow by the door, took a breath, and walked there: "What's the matter?"

To Penny's surprise, the woman was dressed very formally, the black dress was very cleanly washed, the hem of the long skirt swayed slightly, and the tight corset on top brought out the curve of the hips, Penny did not bother to pay attention to this, he only noticed that her expression was very serious, and she held two well-tied garlands on her left hand:

"Uh...... You haven't left yet?" she asked Penny first.

The mage nodded, "It may have to wait until tomorrow." ”

Even tomorrow, I don't know if I can make it.

"Would you like to do me a favor, then?" she took a breath, "one last time." ”

"Let's talk about it first. The mage raised an eyebrow.

"Do you know teleportation?, or do you have a teleportation scroll?" said Lannielou, "I want to go back to Sanophon once." ”

"It's so late?" the mage looked at the sky, it was the middle of the night.

"Well, I had to. She sighed, looking at Penny with a sad and pleading look.

However, Penny was creepy, because he noticed that the woman was hiding behind her with a knife in her right hand, and he didn't know what the woman wanted to do, but in this case he could only pray that she wouldn't go crazy.

So he scratched his head, but he quietly began to condense the demonic flames behind his back: "Uh, I only have teleportation, how long will it take for you to go to Sanophon?"

"Thanks, it won't be a little while. She seemed relieved and put the knife back in her back, and Penny let go of the demon flame and rolled her eyes at the same time.

The woman's nervousness was confirmed.

I wanted to threaten him with a knife because of such a trivial matter.

"Follow me. "Anyway, it doesn't take long to raise his hands, he can't sleep anyway, anyway, if he doesn't agree, this woman will definitely get into trouble, anyway, in addition to trying to coerce, her attitude is quite polite.

After a brief period of preparation, the two men disappeared into the harbor in a flash of light.

...... This is the top of Mount Serre.

Right now, a not-so-secret extraordinary council is being held, and all the adults present have a somewhat confused look on their faces.

In particular, several speakers of the meeting, who usually give orders in the chairman's seat, immediately showed different expressions when they found that the number of people participating in the meeting was reduced by a small half.

Those who are a little smarter already know that something has happened, whether they come or not, they will probably die sooner or later.

The Chief and his minions were cleaning with astonishing efficiency, and it had only been more than half a day.

This change caught even some of the old fritters in the center of Serre off guard, such as Lulan Boval, who had been hanging out of the noble council for many years - it was clear that the Chiefs' plans were secretive, and even such people knew nothing about the south and what was going on here.

But if a handsome chief throws out a message at a meeting and these people still don't know anything about what happened, then it's time for them to dissect their own IQ:

"My lord, what did you just say?" A high-ranking mentor who served in the Vital Division was obviously incredulated by the information he had heard, "Those adults have gone to the Outer Realm to find Lord Sazastan?"

"Yes, well, I'm sorry for the disappearance of Lord Sazastan. Lauzorel sighed with a crying mouse look, but this could not hide the deep schadenfreude between his eyebrows - as we all know, this domineering enchanter was unwilling to hide his emotions, he looked at the questioning guy: "What, you also want to go to the outer world?" According to some ancient books, hanging, jumping into a well, striking a mine, and squatting in the toilet may make people's ** or souls travel through time and space, maybe you can try. ”

"Don't dare, I have no objection, Lord Laurrel, you're right. The talkative man apologized.

If you are 'crossed' because of your many mouths and tongues, it will be too unworthy.

A bright snort came from the other corner of the chamber, and to Lauzorrell, it was obviously very harsh, and he squinted his eyes, and a pair of small eyes flashed a sinister light, and Duxusrem straightened his stomach and walked out of the hall with a group of people, leaving only a wide back.

"This damn fat pig. Lauzorel sneered, but also with a hint of pride, because the other party made a move that only a loser would do, showing himself cowardice.

You must know that the legendary mage of this School of Change has always had a very high reputation in Serre and surrounding countries, even far surpassing Neveron, and in terms of spell-casting ability, he may not be as deep as Sazastan's exploration of methodology and even weaker in magic, but he is an out-and-out genius of spell-casting - he is recognized as a genius spellcaster by Faeron, and even surpasses the chief of the Necromancy School in terms of control and mastery of spell power.

As the leader of the Ser foreign trade faction, his influence at home and abroad is also amazing, Sazastan once temporarily sided with him in order to suppress the domestic opposition (mainly the Laurzoreal family), so the relationship between the two sides has been acceptable in recent years, and now Sazastan is 'missing from the outside world', and the war is about to start, the foreign trade faction is at a low point, and it is obvious that now is the time when Duksusrem's power is at its weakest.

Even Laurzorell, a rising star, can laugh at this guy with impunity.

It is understandable that he chose to leave with dignity.

"Alright, that's all I have to say, Lord Sazastan has been away lately, and Serre has a lot of things to take care of, well, I suggest you cooperate with me and Master Neveron if anyone makes a mistake. Laurzorell smiled and stared at the trembling councillors, his expression like a king cobra with a wide open crown, and his voice became low and hoarse: "I will send him to the outer realm to find our Lord Sazastan." ”

As if seeing the poisonous snake spit out letters and fangs, the parliamentarians shivered coldly.

Later, the deepest part of Searhill Hall fell silent.

In order not to be 'sent to the outside world', the red-robed mages cautiously acquiesced in the re-established rule of the Chiefs, and Laurzorell's smug expression could not hide the upset - a sentiment that was normal for a High Mage whose methodology was in danger, until the smell of blood Neveron appeared in his sight, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

This illustrates the end of the purge of opponents on the Searle Hill: "It seems that good progress is going well. ”

"That man wasn't in Searlberg. Neveron shook his head, also slightly worried.

"Hell, just be careful, there's always a time to run into it. Laurzorell sighed, "By the way, is there any news about those Visharen apostles?"

"Everything went well. Neveron's brow furrowed slightly as he said this.

"Do you really believe them?" Laurzorell gave a tacit look.

Neveron shook his head.

In fact, until now, they didn't know if the lich was really dead, but now that they had done it, the next situation was destined to be out of their control, and all they could do was try to seize every opportunity to gather power, so that even if Sazastan returned, they wouldn't have to be too afraid.

"The most unsettling thing for me is the Valley of the Night. Neveron sighed, "There's one in there who ran away. ”

"Who?"

"Your Excellency the Governor of the Serge Mountains. Neveron smiled sarcastically, "The puppet." ”

"An ordinary man without strength. Laurzorell scoffed: "It's okay to leave." ”

"He's got a lot of secrets, but we haven't found him yet. Neveron's expression was a little distressed: "I always feel that keeping him is a big hidden danger." ”

"Now is not the time to be suspicious, my friend. Laurzorell shook his head disapprovingly: "Why else would we do it in the first place?"

“...... You're right. Neveron was silent for a while and shrugged, "Now is not the time to be suspicious. ”

His eyes flickered, and he muttered a repeat.

The silence lasted for a short time, when a waiter interrupted the silence:

"Two adults, Lord Niziodsillon ask to see you. ”

Neveron and Lauzorel looked at each other.

"Let him in. After exchanging a look, Laurzorell tilted his head and ordered the waiter.

...... "This is it?"

Penny turned his head to look at the mansion, and beside him, there were rows of graves.

If he remembers correctly, this is the cemetery in the backyard of Muersstantus.

She glared at Penny, then placed a wreath over a tombstone and began to pray silently, the words caught by her keen hearing were not prayers to a god, but a pour of longing and sorrow.

The mage looked at her thin back, and suddenly felt that this crazy woman was a little pitiful.

As if the prayer was over, she took a deep breath: "Thank you." ”

"Well, it's just a gesture. Penny shrugged in flattery, noticing that she was wiping her cheek with her sleeve, and her heart began to soften, but he kept reminding himself that she was a moody madwoman, so he didn't try to talk too much to comfort her.

"So, can we go back?" he looked up at the dim moonlight, and suddenly a thin veil of fog was cast over his heart, and the ominous omen that had been haunting him suddenly disappeared without a trace.

However, this did not make him feel much relieved, but even more uncomfortable.

Because this has never been the case with his hunching abilities.

It's time to go back, he thought.

"Wait. Lannie Lou pressed his shoulders and stared in the direction of the mansion as Penny saw two black-robed apprentices approaching.

The two men looked swaggering, and when they saw Lannie Lou, their eyes showed a look of joy, but the tone of their voice was very arrogant: "Ah, Miss Lannie, Lord Ferrandlin has been looking forward to your return, and he has just chosen for you to meet at the next ball. ”

"Tell that subject to eat. Lanny snorted coldly, looking at the black-robed waiter who spoke - this person is in his twenties, with a natural arrogance between his eyebrows, completely ignoring Penny's existence, Penny frowned secretly, apprentices with this kind of courage are rare in Serre, but with this kind of guts, there is probably the corresponding capital, maybe he is a close confidant of Ferrandrin?

Hearing Lanny's succinct and unkind response, the man's face turned gray for a moment, and then he saw Lanny turn her head towards the grave with a wreath next to her, "He hasn't been here today?"

"Uh......" The apprentice was stunned for a moment, "whose graveyard is this, and does it have anything to do with Lord Ferrandrin?"

Penny noticed that Lannie's face instantly seemed to be coated with a layer of black ink, as if it blended in with the night.

Then he saw that she drew her sharp knife and rushed at it like an angry lynx, and after the man's throat was broken, his face showed a look of horror, and he fell to the ground clutching his throat, blood splashing from between his fingers like a fountain.

The other apprentice let out a scream, and turned like a madman and crawled for his life.

Penny witnessed this human tragedy, his hands and feet immediately froze, and he once again deeply experienced the madness and incomprehensibility of this woman.

She dropped the knife, covered her face with her hands and half-knelt on the ground, the sound of crying reaching the mage's ears.

His expression moved again.

"I hate you guys. She cried out with a crying voice, revealing a hysterical taste: "You too, I hate you, all men are." ”

The mage rolled his eyes.

Although I knew this fact for a long time, I still felt a little uncomfortable in my heart when I heard her shout it in such a straightforward way.

But thinking about it from another perspective, he also understood her mood a little, although he was still vigilant, but his disgust was invisibly reduced a lot.

She's actually quite cute.

He looked at Lannie who was squatting on the ground to vent, patted her on the back, and pointed to the mansion: "Hey, you really don't think about going back?"

"I ......" her voice stopped abruptly, and she stared at the mansion for a while with a complicated expression, tilting her head to the ground: "I'm not going back, you...... Can you take me away?"

"Take you away?" Penny looked strange.

Perhaps the day before, he would have felt inexplicable because of such a request, but now, he understood Lannie's thoughts a little, and he spread his hands: "Your father...... Uh, let's be honest with you, I don't want to offend him. ”

She looked at Penny's gaze with anger and disappointment, and picked up the knife that had fallen to the ground.

Penny was secretly embarrassed, although he was not afraid of her, but he didn't want to conflict with her here, so he had to say his true thoughts: "Actually, I am also in an extremely dangerous situation now, I can't protect myself, I really can't take care of others, just when you prayed just now, I was still thinking about where I should go tomorrow, and I can't care about anything else......"

She looked at the mage's face, apparently trying to discern the true ingredients of the language from it.

However, her ability to discern was obviously a little weak against the true feelings of the red-robed mage, so her expression gradually became dazed.

"Why don't you leave Searle?" Penny suddenly suggested, "Actually...... Why don't you want to rely on your own strength and go out there and find freedom? Sometimes it just takes a little courage to take that step. ”

"A little...... Courage?" Her eyes turned confused, then clearer, and then darkened: "Courage?"

Loss and powerlessness appeared on her face, and she felt a little frustrated again, if she left Searle, what would she do?

She looked at the tombstone beside her, and remembered the old man in armor in the mansion, the stern and kind gaze and the expectations contained in it, some things could not be easily parted.

"Forget it, then. She sighed a little dejectedly, and gave the mage a blank look of disappointment: "I know that you are an unreliable fellow. ”

"I'm sorry. Penny smiled wryly.

He couldn't afford to take on any more responsibilities.

"Then it's always okay to take me out of here. She snorted, "It's not difficult to ask for it." ”

"Of course. The mage breathed a sigh of relief and began to meditate on the teleportation spell.

...... "Your Excellency." The black-clad servant entered the room of the High Mentor Ferlandlin with trembling legs: "Mademoiselle killed Otov. ”

"Oh, got it. The middle-aged man put down the scroll in his hand, probably not taking this little thing to heart, just a dead dog, he waved his hand like a dog: "You go down." ”

This dog knew his identity very well, so he naturally did not dare to disobey and went down tremblingly.

Freze Ferrandlin was silent for a long time, his fingers tapping on the hardwood desk with the sound of 'emptiness', counting the distortions of his countenance like a pendulum, until gloom filled the handsome face.

He exhaled, the emotional control ability he had cultivated over a long career as a red-robed mage played a key role, forgetting his momentary unhappiness, and pulling out a letter.

Letter from Mentor Nosnoah.

The change in the situation is the big thing, and everything else is the details.

He knows what is important.

(To be continued)