The accuracy of the teleportation array hadn't been too much of a deviation due to the mana disturbance in that void, which was good news for Penny.

This is also his luck, in a few seconds, waiting for the main hall to be pulled closer to it by the power of the Void Vortex, then the arcane power will be chaotic to a higher level, and then there is no telling where the teleportation array will teleport him.

However, there was still unfortunate news that the teleportation array had thrown Penny into the sea, and he frowned and activated the levitation technique, but his clothes were already soaked, and the paladin on his shoulder was certainly not spared.

"Ahem, ahem!" she coughed twice, opening her eyes, which were still a little blank.

Negative energy is extremely corrosive to the human body, especially the high-purity negative energy taken from the Shadow Demon Net, although the caster's purpose is not fatal, but the damage caused to the target is still huge, even if it is a holy warrior who has been blessed by the gods.

The mage raised his height, noticing that it wasn't too far from the foggy island, so he flew quietly and set up a shelter in a hidden corner of the forest, using magic to dry their clothes and build a bonfire in the middle of the house.

She watched quietly as the mage finished doing all this, her gaze constantly hesitating between confusion and suspicion, and finally turned into a warm smile: "Mr. Sean, haven't you become an official red-robed mage yet?"

"For some reason, I probably won't be able to stay in Serre anymore. The mage glanced at Serra and responded to her temptation, "Speaking of which, it's a surprise to see you again, Miss Grofia. ”

With a happy look on his face, the paladin lowered his head, and then coughed violently, "I'm sorry, and thank you, Mr. Sean, for saving me again." ”

"That man is the prince of the Shadows. The mage took out a few pieces of bread, set up a shelf and baked them: "No matter what kind of task you are carrying, he should not be something you can compete with, but I didn't expect that after two years, you still like to do this kind of thing." ”

Serra was silent, she remembered the trainee samurai who was beside her not long ago, and sighed in her heart, a sharp pain twisting her heart, causing her to cough violently again.

"Anyway, now I'm able to say I'm glad to say goodbye to you. Penny shrugged his shoulders and pulled out Serra's longsword and handed it over, Serra nodded, took her own sword, wiped the glittering blade, and deftly sheathed it, "Thank you very much, Mr. Sean, so you left the Red Mage Society?"

Penny nodded, remembering Searle's affair, and his face turned visibly bad.

Serra was silent for a moment, not continuing to ask.

Although that nostalgia changed into a strong sense of intimacy after seeing the real person, a sense of reason suppressed her curiosity.

She was curious to know what had happened to the wizard in the last two years, but she wasn't sure if he was really honest with herself, if everything he said was true, and as she matured over the years, she was no longer as naïve as she had been, a Tyr guard of the righteous camp, a wandering mage who might have left the Red Robe Mage's Guild—and it was just a possibility, what purpose would he have saved himself? Pity as he had back then? or nostalgia, or something else...... In short, the huge difference in identity and position has made her have countless more reasonable but absolutely wonderful thoughts in her mind.

Although he works for Tyr, who advocates integrity, kindness and justice, it does not mean that the paladins are all fools with pure brains.

Such a samurai would not survive long in a filthy world, let alone fulfill the duties of a holy warrior.

She thought of the sacrificial Sjk, and her nose soured again.

At least now Penny can't get her complete trust.

This made her feel a little sad, and she looked at the wizard who was silently flipping the grill, and felt that after her question, his demeanor was visibly depressed, as if a large stone had been pressed on his heart.

It made it difficult for her to connect with the wizard apprentice who was also hiding herself in the shadows, but still able to feel the frankness.

The result of the shadow in her memory and the reality made her feel a little disappointed.

After two years, everyone has changed so much, and she can still guarantee that her heart is still the same as it was back then, but what about Mr. Sean?

She couldn't easily believe that he was exactly the same as he had been two years ago.

But he saved himself again after all, and the nostalgia and intimacy in her heart did not diminish, but was only covered up by more concerns.

So there was a bitter joy in Serra's heart.

"Mr. Sean, can you tell me what happened while I was unconscious?" Serra hesitated for a moment, and finally asked bluntly, unsurprisingly, she caught a hint of hesitation on his face, which undoubtedly disappointed her a little, but Penny gave an answer:

"Oh, the institute has been abandoned for a long time. "The mage didn't spit out the matter of the Mither energy core, this thing was too heavy, he swallowed it in his stomach, just digested it secretly, there is no need to spread it: "I used some methods to destroy it, and it was transmitted back to the main material realm before it was destroyed, but I want to ......"

He shrugged his shoulders: "That prince is one step late, and if he wants to return to the main material realm, it will probably take a lot of trouble. ”

It is really unpredictable where a plane teleportation technique with a large deviation may be surnamed, and it is probably not easy to return to Faerun.

The principle of action of dimensional teleportation is not simple.

At least for a few days, His Royal Highness the Prince will most likely not be able to come back, and if he happens to teleport to some special area, such as a lava sea, a black hole, a god's lair, or an extremely deep abyss, it is best to fall into the eyes of an abyss lord...... Of course, those were unlikely events, but Penny was hoping that something like this would happen, and it would save him a lot of trouble.

"So, Mr. Sean. Serra smiled reservedly, "It's another adventure." ”

"Probably. Noticing that there was a hint or two of sarcasm in the compliment, the mage pretended to glance at the paladin casually, and a few sighs erupted inexplicably in his heart.

Although it was the scene of an old friend meeting, but in this case, the two of them had an extra layer of hypocrisy on the surface, and they each had a little more reservations, he secretly smiled bitterly, it seems that the pure girl in the north has really grown up.

But thankfully, that friendship and intimacy have not completely disappeared, and they are still able to reminisce about the past with a friendly attitude while wrapped in masks, and even be able to bring about what happened back then.

"You probably don't know what happened to those guys, Captain Camacho has now risen to Waterdeep, and Mr. Stefani, who is said to have left the Northland and is working on the eastern shore of the Falling Star Sea. Serra sighed faintly after speaking, "Time flies, Mr. Sean, two years have passed. ”

The mage shook his head, "I wonder what you're going to do?"

"Plans?" said Serra, her eyes flashing as she thought of her tragic death as she took two deep breaths as she poked her head out of the hut and looked at the mine in the distance, "I've got to find a way to stop them." ”

"Stop them?"

"Yes, free these slaves. Serra's tone was firm: "They should not be enslaved by these ghosts, and when this is over, they must not be able to save their lives in the manner of the ghosts, and the followers of Tyre cannot allow this kind of mass killing to take place, even if many of them are pirates." ”

Most of the laborers captured by the Shadow were pirates, but there were still some merchant ships, which was the main reason why the events here attracted the attention of the Temple of Tyre.

Pirates probably wouldn't panic because of this kind of thing, and they wouldn't go to the Temple of Tyre, which is based on justice.

As a believer in Tyr, it is the duty of every paladin to sacrifice for justice, and this sacrifice can strengthen Serra's faith.

Her companion cannot die in vain, and despite her hatred for the Netherworld Prince, the most important thing for her now is to fulfill her duties.

"And after that?" the mage's heart moved, "What are you going to do?"

"Probably a return. Serra sighed and blinked suddenly, "Mr. Sean, what are you here for?

"Actually, I didn't know there was something like that hidden here. The mage pouted, "Well, Grofia, I have to admit that I came to save people, and I have some old friends who have been enslaved by this group of ghosts, and frankly they are a shipload of pirates. ”

"A shipload of pirates?" Serra raised an eyebrow, then shook her head a little frustratedly, "Forget it, Mr. Sean, I don't want to spread our doctrine to you. ”

"It sounds frustrating. ”

"Actually, I'm in a good mood right now, Mr. Sean. Just as Penny sighed awkwardly, Serra smiled kindly: "No matter what, we always have a chance to fight together again, to be honest, I have never thought about this in the past two years, Holy Father forbid, we are not fighting each other now." ”

This sentence made Penny have an indescribable feeling, he sighed and turned his head to the other side: "When are you going to act?"

"Tomorrow morning. Serra nodded, "I need to take a break." ”

With that, she lay down on the edge of the bed.

A break can help her purify the traces of negative energy erosion on her body.

Penny sat to the side, frowned at Serra for a moment, and finally could only sigh secretly.

Thankfully, it's not a fight.

The same thought came to him.

He closed his eyes and began to meditate on the Mithic core.

As soon as this distinguished visitor entered the main material realm, he obviously fell into silence immediately, which was not beyond Penny's expectations.

Since Mystra reorganized the magic net after the demise of Resistant, all the Mithic cores stranded in Feren have lost their working power, and even if they are barely operating, their power has been suppressed to an extremely low level, not to mention supporting a floating city, even ordinary functions, have been weakened to a depressing point, and they are no longer as powerful as they were in the Resistant Era.

The design of this Mithic energy core taken from the research institute is not aimed at the main material realm, but for the astral realm and the half-plane, and the adaptability is even weaker, and as soon as it enters Faeron, it immediately falls into silence.

However, some functions are still retained, and if you dig into it and provide a certain amount of energy, it may not be a powerful magic weapon.

For example, to create quasi-magic items, to create magical energy layers, for the control of arcane power, this thing has extraordinary abilities.

Of course, if all of these functions were applied, Penny's brain would explode quickly due to overload, a feeling he had already felt when he was in research.

Fortunately, the energy output of the Mithic Core was limited by the suppression of those two Imasca crystals, which allowed Penny to use its power within a certain range.

According to the level of mana that he can use the five-ring spell, the magic power that can be activated by the Mither energy core is also around this level, but a more flexible way of using it will bring more flexible and changeable power.

He spread out his palm, and a spiritual light composed of magic appeared on his palm, transforming into the shape of a long knife, and slashed at the ground, and the ground cut a hole in the smoke.

And the source of that powerful strange power doesn't seem to be complicated, just because the Mither Energy Core can attach powerful magic to his body, so that he has such an exaggerated strange power, after leaving the sea, this strange power will subside as the magic power subsides, and as long as he needs it, this power will recover.

Looks pretty good, doesn't it?

......Haven't you returned?" On the island, in the fortress, two dark mist shadowy wizards talked to each other anxiously waiting.

"Peace of mind, Sanelon. Another wizard said, "Your Excellency will be fine, there are not many beings in the multiverse that can hurt him." ”

"That's right, it's just ......" the caster named Sanelon had a distraught look on his face, "Senkar, I have a feeling that something is about to happen." ”

"Something happened?" the spellcaster named Senkar raised his eyebrows: "You have too many hearts, Sanelon, we have prepared a bunch of six-ring spells, and the arrangement in this ancient castle is also tight enough, not to mention that there are so many Yin Soul Guards guarding this place, we are as safe as a rock......"

"Perhaps......" Sanelon was silent for a moment, bowing his head and saying no more.

The candlesticks next to them flickered brightly and dimly, and among the surrounding apprentices, some hollow-eyed slaves mechanically shuttled back and forth, doing menial tasks such as mopping the floor.

(To be continued)