As the residence of the most powerful electorate of the goddess of magic, the Shadow Valley is very beautiful, and the quiet farmhouse is not far away, and the manor of Ilminster is on a hillside, unlike the airtight base set up by most wizards and the mage tower towering in the sky, the residence of Ilminster is like an ordinary mansion, and any visiting wizard will be shocked by the simplicity of this mansion, it has little special protection.

Maybe some spellcasters will sigh at the cleverness of this ** master - he can actually set the protection of the base to the point that ordinary wizards can't see it at all, which may be the case, but few wizards on the continent of Faeron have the courage to come to Ilminster for trouble.

Extraordinary arcane standards, powerful charisma, and as probably the most powerful human in Ferron, Ilminster has enough strength to resist all external intrusions, and when the day is calm, he can sit on a bench in the garden, light a cigarette pouch made of sepiolite, and pass the time leisurely while flipping through the books that record the knowledge of various parts of the multiverse.

Few of the Goddess's electors are as leisurely as Ilminster.

As time passed, and his mood became tense because of the prophecy that he could only read half of a few years ago, and there seemed to be a bad omen in his mind, but he had nothing to do with it, at least not until the event had happened.

But he also knew very well that he could not wait for that day to come, although he did not know what would happen on that day, but it would be a terrible accident.

So he's been rummaging through all sorts of sources, trying to gather information from the various crystal systems of the multiverse to deduce the true nature of the catastrophe, and the conclusions often have nothing to do with what he wants to know.

He always had an inexplicable premonition that the darkest era of the entire continent was coming, but it could not be stopped, and this premonition made him often feel powerless, in fact, after living for more than a thousand years, he was indeed a little old, and often felt powerless.

He even found the Tomb of Time far away in the astral plane, but the Spectre of Time was far more restrictive than he expected, and even with all his efforts, he didn't get the results he wanted—the dragon didn't seem to have a proper calculation of the future.

This made him even more unsettling, and it showed that the impending catastrophe was enough to completely turn the flow of time upside down.

"What the hell could it be?" he muttered, closing the book in his hand, placing it on the round table at hand, and the pipe removed from his mouth.

"What?" a sudden voice crept into his ears, bringing him back from deep thought.

The voice did not belong to the Valley of the Shadows, but it did not attract the attention of Ilminster, as it came from his acquaintances.

Lyra's silver hand stepped out of the light of the portal, and when she heard Ilminster's words ask rhetorically, she naturally sat down on the other side of the table and poured herself a little hot water.

"Oh, I'm thinking about disaster. "Ilminster filled his pipe with tobacco again.

"Catastrophe? According to the prophecy of the law of cause and effect, it is inaccurate. Leila Silverhand was not very interested in this, and she shook her head, knowing the effect of prophecy 'Predicting the Future', "Even if there is, it will probably be an earthquake, an invasion of the Demon Prince or something, even if an ancient evil thing comes, there will always be a way to deal with it, dear Ilminster." ”

"There will always be a way to deal with it?" ** Shi's black and white eyebrows trembled, and then drooped down, as if nodding his head in agreement: "Oh, this is a truth, there will always be a way to deal with it, so dear Leila, have you brought any good news?"

"There is no good news, but there are some things that deserve our attention. Leila leaned back on the soft wicker chair in an elegant posture: "I just came from the West Gate. ”

"Simon?" Ilminster frowned, "The young former red-robed wizard?"

Although he rarely leaves the Valley of Shadows throughout the year, nothing can be separated from his ears and eyes, and of course it refers to those things that are noteworthy, and they cannot be too secretive.

"I met him. Leila also frowned, looking deep at reminiscing, shaking her head and narrating: "To be honest, when I met him, I doubted that the spies of the moon star and the harpist were all mistaken, if he was really the red-robed wizard who escaped from Serre a year ago, then his growth rate was too amazing. ”

"It's not surprising, Leila, if we live to our age, we should know that any kind of character in the multiverse can appear, it is possible that an idiot will become a powerful wizard if he is released by a crazy ** master~ Although it is not often, it can always happen. Ilminster spread his hands: "So we can't rely on what we see and what we intuitively do, can we?"

"Yes, in short, this wizard is amazing. Leila Silverhand sighed, "At least with my sisters' talents, at his age, the level is about the same as his, if his real age is really less than nineteen, and he looks more than nineteen." ”

"Is that so?" Ilminster looked surprised: "That's amazing." ”

Even if you are a voter, you have to learn magic step by step, and even if you are a warlock born with blood, it will take a certain amount of time to master the talent.

What's more, the Arcanist without bloodline has to pay more attention to the study of the Arcane, and the growth rate of the mage's spell casting level can be said to be the slowest among all types of spellcasters.

A person who has been born for more than ten years has mastered the power that many wizards may not have mastered for decades, and this is no longer just a talent that can be explained.

Ilminster's eyebrows twitched, and he probably defined Pan Diesel as the lucky one favored by Timorrah, and there were not a few such lucky people in the multiverse.

The next part of Leila Silverhand's narrative reminds him of something even more:

"Plus, he has an eye of time, something I haven't seen in hundreds of years. ”

"Eye of Time?" Ilminster opened his mouth slightly, as if remembering something.

"What's wrong with you, Ilminster?" Noting the strangeness of the ** division, Leila asked with concern.

"It's nothing...... Ilminster shook his head, put down his pipe, took a sip from his glass, and put it to his lips, "What did you all talk about?"

"Oh, by the way, the female thief who stole Kelburn's body is now on the Dragon's Shore. Leila Silverhand's eyes shimmered with a shifting light, a faint glow of rage.

It was the body of his husband, and if it was done properly, it could still be resurrected by prayer, and it was placed under Waterdeep, just to nourish the scars inside and outside the body with the magical power of the Mithic core.

But the thief frustrated that plan.

"The wizard told me that she was from Netherworld and the chosen people of Shar. Leila Silverhand frowned, "This vicious woman is pondering her machinations again. ”

"This is really noteworthy news. Ilminster high-fived him in admiration, his eyebrows furrowed to reflect his excitement: "We have to get him back." ”

"But it's not over yet, Simon City is now under the threat of the Dragon Witch Cult, and that wizard wants to get ......" The corners of Lyra's mouth twitched twice: "Help?oh, well, I've promised to personally help deal with those madmen." ”

It's a crowd of demons.

Ilminster couldn't help but exclaim.

A small Ximen City is crowded with such a large number of dangerous people, but it is much more exciting than the current Northland.

"I agree with you, Lyra, and I think we need to help him, both the Netherworld and the Dragon Witch Cult are our enemies. Ilminster lit his pipe again, and a cloud of green smoke wafted up.

"But what about the wizard?" Leila frowned, "I warn you, Ilminster, that he is sensitive, arrogant, and tough, and that it is difficult for us to influence him under a modest and calm skin. ”

After some conversation, Pan Diesel made such an impression on the minds of Leila Silverhand.

"Aren't all red-robed mages like this?" Remembering a certain figure who had impressed him, Ilminster whispered vaguely, shook his clothes and stood up: "Okay, I'll go to Ximen City to see it myself." ”

"What?" Lyra Silverhand was dumbfounded.

Although Ilminster has always been a model among the electorate, he has rarely been personally involved in any actions in recent years, and that wizard can actually attract the attention of Ilminster?

This has to be said to be a surprising thing.

"Idle is idle anyway. The chief elector patted his somewhat wrinkled robe: "I'm interested in that kid." ”

He said with a smile.

...... Unaware that he had managed to attract the attention of a big man, Penny was facing a nagging from one of his men, and Arnell came to his surprise.

"Oh, that, I don't think there will be any danger in Simon City. Penny, sitting in the White House office, comforted Arnell with this: "You are so nervous about her? What a surprise, I thought you liked that kind of ......."

The wizard remembered the portraits of the half-elves' room, but Arnell still had a grateful expression on his face: "Oh, it's good that she didn't come to your trouble." ”

"Looks like you know who she is. Penny raised an eyebrow.

"She's not that scary. Arnell shook his head: "Ahem~ Dear boss, I think, she doesn't seem to have the idea of seeking revenge on you, and you don't need to ......"

"Oh, you're right. The wizard shook his head to the side, and the body of Landor Shadow Dragon emerged from the shadows on one side, still looking at Arnell with an indifferent expression, "Now you can take her away." ”

"This ......" Arnell was dumbfounded, and it wasn't until he walked out of the White House with the girl that he stammered and asked, "...... How to ......"

He was really curious, she didn't do anything to the wizard, and it seemed that she got along relatively well.

"Compared to ...... Enemies, betrayers...... More should... Death. Rando Shadow Dragon squinted at the half-elf indifferently, only to Arnell's surprise.

She actually spoke to herself for the first time.

It seems that everything is going for the better.

The half-elf thought with some joy.

The wizard in the office received a message from Ivanthor City that the plan to attack the Dragon Witch Cult had been put on the agenda.

(To be continued)