"I'm looking for Lord Oseiah...... Or let her come to me. ”

As an intelligence department inseparable from intrigue, every corner of this place is devoid of sunlight, and the skin of the personnel who have lived in it for a long time is gradually pale, and their eyes are also showing a sickly scarlet due to long-term work in low-light conditions, and they are always listless with three points of vigilance.

Such eyes were now wide open, and under their gaze, a black-robed man who had somehow intruded appeared before their eyes, looking very familiar—if it weren't for the hair and eyebrows, these intelligence officers might be even more familiar with the man they had been looking for these days.

Penny frowned and repeated his request.

Even if it is such a low-level stronghold, if it gets such important news, it will naturally have to be reported to the high-level intelligence department of Fras, and it is not very likely that it will leak out, and then reach the ears of some relevant upper-level people, and Justieri and Oseia are no exception.

He could rely on his ability to conceal himself around the city, such a huge Sanophon, it would not be difficult to hide such an inconspicuous little person as him, and he could also see Frass's reaction, if it was not in his favor, he could quickly retreat, if it was in his favor, it would be even better.

At least Oseiah can be trusted.

He frowned, and suddenly began to doubt this with reservations.

"Good...... Good. The intelligence agent hesitated for a moment, but did not do anything stupid - he was just a small shrimp, but the next act was also beyond Penny's expectations, he just knocked on a closet, and a familiar aura appeared in his perception, and the female high-level prophet calmly walked out, looking at Penny with a complicated expression.

The mage breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that while she was looking for her, she was also looking for herself.

"Where's your teacher?" she asked softly, seeing Penny's visibly gray expression, a hint of depression in her eyes, and a silent sadness that filled the space around her.

"I want to leave Serre. Penny whispered. Oseia nodded knowingly, and waved his hand at the informant, who rolled his eyes to the ground, "Follow me, watch the distance." ”

Penny nodded, and carefully followed Oseia out of the stronghold to the High Mentor's secret residence in southern Sanophon.

He'd been to this place before, and when he came again, he didn't think much of it, and when he reached the third level, in an empty environment, there was only one portal still erected there, and after passing through, he noticed another similar area.

In the face of the magic enchantments all over Serre, some high-level mages will naturally not be willing to be restricted so easily, and it is normal to find a mistake and reserve some teleportation channels, but low-level mages do not have that kind of ability, and ordinary high-level mages may not have enough time.

"It's safe here for the time being. Oseaa seemed relieved, and she said, "Until I find an opportunity to help you go abroad, you will live here for the time being, and there will be an apprentice to take care of your daily life." ”

After saying that, her form disappeared into this area, and Penny breathed a sigh of relief, and through the attitude of the female tutor, he was able to determine that he had made the right choice.

At least now he's safe again.

He exhaled and walked out of the room, where the hallway window was not a twisted half-dimensional space, but a rugged mountain terrain, and a little closer a few scattered buildings—which still seemed to be somewhere in Serre, probably the secret abode of a mage.

The mage tower was wrapped around a layer of protection, it seemed to be a custom, the residence of the high-ranking mage was naturally not allowed to be spied on, Penny pushed open the door of the next floor, inside was an elegantly decorated hall, he walked to the bamboo woven chair and sat down, he felt a little dazzling under the glittering jewel light, then the sound of the door opening again penetrated into his ears, a gentle footstep was getting closer and closer, he could detect that the footsteps belonged to a woman who was not too big, probably a little girl, she was carrying a plate of hot water and pastries, and placed it on the table next to Penny。 ...,

It's the squire here.

Penny breathed a sigh of relief and stopped paying attention.

After sending these things, she should be gone soon.

Serre's red-robed apprentices are all very measured, and if they can be favored by a high-level mentor, they should be qualified attendants and will not make inconsequential moves.

Penny, however, felt that the waiter had not left immediately after putting down his things, and Penny felt her gaze stay on his face, and finally stopped in one place for a long time, and he felt slightly annoyed, and when he opened his eyes, he was slightly stunned.

The waiter, dressed in a long grey cloth dress and a blue headband, was even younger than he had imagined - he seemed to be less than ten years old, and his body was a little thin, but the big eyes on his clean face were very shiny, and the confusion in them set off the innocence of this young age - of course, it could also be a disguise, and Penny did not believe that such an apprentice would have such a thing, because he sensed the faint ability of spell casting from her.

Well, these are actually Penny's second impressions.

The first impression was that he seemed to have seen this face, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it, so much so that he began to wonder if he had seen it or not.

All in all, this little girl is a little familiar.

"Sir, my name is Nephis, and I'm the waiter here. She spoke, her tone equally confused: "I take the liberty of asking, have we met somewhere?"

"Uh......" Penny frowned, digging into his memory again, confirming that he couldn't remember where he had noticed such a little girl, and shook his head, "Well, probably not." ”

"Oh......" she nodded, a clear hint of loss between her brows, and as she turned to leave, she heard Penny say again:

"Actually, I want to ask you that question too, because ......" she turned around and saw that Penny was also frowning, "You do look a little familiar......"

"Really?" Penny suddenly noticed that the little girl's eyes shone brighter, as if she saw some kind of strong hope.

Penny looked at the little girl's face more closely, and felt that it was indeed very familiar, before nodding again.

I just really can't remember it.

She watched Penny's expression change carefully, and suddenly a smile appeared on her face, and she bowed deeply: "...... If there is a need, be sure to summon me, in this tower, just call my name and I will be able to hear, I ......"

She seemed to be clumsy in words, and the more she spoke, the more she spoke, the more she was in a hurry, and Penny smiled and nodded, and watched her leave the room in this panic, and the smile turned to deep thought, and gradually turned to dead silence.

After a day and a night, he needed to rest.

The door opened a crack in the door, and one eye peered through the gap and blinked at the chair in the room for a long time before quietly closing the crack in the door.

It was still late at night outside the tower.

So is Sanophon.

The nimble warrior climbed through the walls and crept into the attic of the Doge's Palace under the cover of night, and despite losing some of her divine grace, her years of training allowed her to walk on the ground among the scattered buildings, she opened a window, knocked the corridor guard down with a single blow before he could react, and then crept close to the old master's bedroom.

Before she could get closer, she heard the old cough, the remnants of such decaying life that made her nostrils sore, and she held out a hand, wondering if she should face the lamentation of the dying.

She remembered when she first entered the Bane Church and served on the execution ground—that all the apostles of the despotic monarch had to learn to punish those who disobeyed the will of the sovereign, such as tearing their bodies apart in the eyes of despair and pleading, or bathing in the eyes of anger or the cry of the end, constantly discarding the pity and warmth in their hearts—the despotic monarch needed a ruthless executor. ...,

The warm hearts are getting colder and colder under the soaking of blood, but even the cold heart cannot ignore the pain of the loved ones before death.

She still remembered the scene of her dearest person before he died, the withered skin was wrapped in soft bedding, but this could not make the body chosen by death feel the slightest warmth, the fading gasps and sloppy eyes reminded all those who watched that this was the inevitable end of all beings, and the scattered cries of pain were more like a prophecy of the arrival of the Lord of the Dead, and at this moment no one wondered why so many people abandoned their good years in the lonely mage tower, tirelessly studying how to turn themselves into a skeleton that was still in motion. You don't need to experience it yourself, you only need to see it once, and imagination is enough to make people shudder.

There are no thoughts, no emotions, no feelings, no everything.

From the very beginning of human life, we have been speeding towards this destination.

That scene still remained in Lannie's heart, making her deeply feel the horror of death, and also lurking a trace of fear and awe in her indifference, although she could take the head of the enemy on the battlefield without delay, she did not want to see a kind person irreversibly die before her eyes again.

It was an unspeakable painful experience.

Eventually, however, she took a breath, bravely pushed open the door, and walked in, seeing the coughing old man on the bed under the stunned gaze of the attendant serving the decoction.

To her surprise, although the face that was no longer red had become withered, it was not as lifeless as she had imagined, and her brows were furrowed, as if she just felt something itchy.

Her nose was sour again, her eyes were red, and her mournful voice came intermittently from her throat.

"Hmm......" seemed to be attracted attention, and the old man raised his thick white eyebrows, as if this action consumed a lot of strength: "It's Lanny......"

She nodded, approached the head of the bed, and took the dry hand, the depressed throat made her speechless and choked, and she could only convey the sorrow in her heart in this way.

"Well, I said don't make it like this. He sighed, as if a little dissatisfied: "You make me feel that my death will cause you pain, well, it will disturb me, do you want me to leave this world full of anxiety?" Oh...... I've lived for so many years, and I don't have enough regrets to bring to the dirt. ”

She couldn't hold back her suppressed cry, and deeper sadness flowed through it.

The old man sighed, the back of his head sank deep into the soft pillow, and his other hand stretched out with great difficulty, trembling and resting on his granddaughter's palm, until she calmed down a little:

"Take what you want, nothing in this world must be sacrificed, no faith must be observed, and no interests must be maintained, except for your own heart, well...... Ahem, engraved. ”

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and his quilt was covered in red...... ，