The ring was silent for a moment. "This is not the same thing. Uriel's goal was to find those children, and there were only a few of them. He was looking for you by the way."

"What I want is that everyone can return to their mother, Sauron." At this time it said that she was childish, but that's what she thought. "It just took a little time and when Ingrid arrived at Yuwei Island, I would swim back to Chaosheng Castle."

"What about Aiken?"

"I'm back now, you won't let me find him." Roma could see this from the still frost. When she finds the Witch of Destiny, there will be no negotiation or negotiation. The Silence School is busy looking for the holy book that fell into the hands of the Demon Lord. The Bay Fleet is wary of any disturbances. The Alliance of Oath Guardians will most likely send more warships to avenge their original member races, and the Vampire will use Aiken and many babies to create alchemy potions "Cleaning Cauldrons" and conspire to attack the next attack in the shadow. Even so, she can't do anything.

Soren compromised. "What can I do? A ring can't do anything, even the Yeyu ring."

When the morning came, they saw the island. The coastline of Fishtail Island was as small as a grain of rice in a cup compared to the peninsulas. The entire island was black and gray in stone and soil, and vegetation was not visible from their perspective. When the sailing boats struggled to support them to get close to the beach, Roma also felt that it would take less than half an hour for her to run around the island. This seemed to be an uninhabited island, but judging by its distance and area, letting it be deserted was an incomprehensible waste for the fleet and pirates on the voyage. "No one is above." She said to others.

Ring Soren asked her to shut up, but Ingrid didn't seem to hear it. Half of the elves were weak along the way. She struggled and moaned under the erosion of curse, her nails snatched the skirt and even the wooden floor. Fortunately, she was not a human, her nails were sharper than anything else, but the delicate and beautiful striped patterns on it were completely ruined. When she was awake, she could use tobacco to relieve pain and adjust the route from time to time based on the small compass she carried with her. Roma's prediction was correct. The sea breeze before dawn was very fierce. If she hadn't stayed and pulled the sails clumsily, the small sailboat would never have reached Fishtail Island in her life. Even if it wasn't far from the Knights Bay.

When Roma and Ingri walked down the beach, the island became more popular. On the gravel in the distance, there was a layer of dry weeds mixed with glass, rotten wood blocks and coiled tangled kelp. Near the stump, the beetles were struggling back and forth, crossing a path behind the slope.

"It's right behind." Ingrid stuttered. She looked even more pitiful than on the boat, and even her cheeks were spasming, tears flowing down her nose. Roma had to hold her, his ears filled with Drow's strange whispers.

The night elves have their own language, and the difference from common language is as big as the drawings of the ancestors and the sixth edition of the magic text. The latter is actually claimed to be simplified from the pictures. After learning this statement, Roma once announced in the magic text class that she could create her own language.

"Does Asians know two languages?" she asked the ring quietly.

"Not necessarily." Sauron was impatient, "Watch your tail, the answer is obvious."

The path was wider and wider, and the end was a clearing. As Roma said, there was no one here—perhaps there had been, but now there were only collapsed wooden frames and a circle of twisted fences. Roma watched Ingrid kneel on the ground on abrupt mountain rocks, holding a white skull out of sand, and then kissing its forehead calmly. If the ring had not reminded her that Dower's customs were different from land, Roma had now retreated with chills.

Roma lowered her voice as low as possible and asked, "Why did Ingrid bring her mother to Yuwei Island?"

"I guess they're more willing to go to Lighthouse Town." The ring knows what she means. "Ingrid said she has been living in the capital. Obviously, things have changed when they came to Knights Bay. There may be a very complicated process here."

But we don't know, Roma thought to herself. The half-elf told her family and parents' past, but she never mentioned her own experience. How did she meet the night elf who hurt her, and why did she learn about the hatred of the commander of the Bay and the wanted criminal, and even escape from the town of Lighthouse - Ingrid didn't want others to understand these issues. But Roma could guess a little bit.

"Wolfgang was once the lord of Lighthouse Town, right?"

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"Chaosheng Castle is..."

"…Wolfgang's rebuilt castle" This is why Ingrid is reluctant to go back.

When dawn passed, the Fishtail Island became wet. The fog of water vapor swelling on the sunny side blurred the boundaries of the sky and sea, but the nearby sea still shone like gems. Ingrid brought Roma to the eaves and pulled out a handful of golden green tobacco leaves from under a collapsed straw shed. "This is Sovero." She asked the little lion to stretch out his hand and touched the golden pattern on the leaves. The ring on Roma's finger suddenly became cold and made her shiver.

"How come you have this thing?"

"It was Laurent Wigg and the Black Wizard. They planted these tobacco leaves on the island." Ingrid lifted the roof, and the stacked plants covered every inch of land within their eyes. "This is only a small part, and it has been abandoned for a long time. I don't know why they chose this place. In short, no one came to the island after Sharon's death."

"Who will plant them?" Roma asked urgingly by the ring. At first she was curious that someone would plant tobacco on this small island. Moreover, the ring's reaction made her feel that there seemed to be some secret in it.

Ingrid put down the shed, "Bloods."

"I knew it was them." The runes on the ring were twisted into a ball. If Sauron had a face, he would only show an extremely disgusting wrinkle face. "Listen, Roma, this thing is very dangerous, you'd better not put it in your mouth in your life."

"Why am I eating grass?" the little lion said dissatisfied.

"It's better not to smoke," Ingrid added. But she herself indulged in it, and the more painful she was, the more anesthetized the tobacco leaves. "When you taste the first bite, you will never be able to leave it again. For someone like me, it's worth your life for a moment of enjoyment, because endless pain and labor have created our humble life; but you are different, Little Lion, Little Roma, your future is above the clouds."

"I came out myself." Roma said. Sometimes she didn't like others to distinguish her, and even she would agree with this statement from the bottom of her heart. But although the life of a mortal is not as rich as that of a mysterious creature, it is really not a lowly person... Well, it depends on what kind of mortal he is.

"I guess you'll be back soon."

This was their last exchange. Then Roma went back to the beach alone, leaving Ingrid and her mother Sharon's skull together. Roma repeatedly urged Roma to leave, but she was unwilling to reveal a word to her. Roma had no "cicada shed" on her body, otherwise she would have left it all for half-elves. I have helped her a lot, and she thought to herself that it would be unreasonable to blame herself.

"Did it be the Vampire that forced Ingrid and her mother to stay in Iron Claw City?" she asked.

"More likely, Laurent Wigg, Ingrid Yunjingkou, this mortal in the mouth of the mouth seems to be particularly hated."

"What is Sovero?"

"You will know when you return to the tower." Soren didn't reveal any verbal words, "It was a big event that happened after you ran out of Bloomnott. I'm afraid the Huancheng Daily is still publishing relevant news."

"It sounds like it doesn't mean that confidential information is needed, why don't you just say it now?"

"Because I don't want to tell you" Sauron mocked.

When I become the messenger of the tower, you have to tell me everything, Roma thought. But now she is just an apprentice, and even if the topic is forced to end, Roma cannot ask it to continue. She is not Uriel, and Yeyu Ring is only loyal to its master. Thinking of Bai Zhi Envoy, she subconsciously speeds up and almost trips on the wooden stake.

"Wait" As she approached the beach, the ring suddenly stopped her from moving forward.

"What?" Could it be that Soren is finally willing to face up to her self-esteem?

"Your boat is gone." But you have to look at the little lion's mood, it's purely a daydream. "Although we didn't plan to take it back, I remember you dragged it to the beach."

Unless it was a wave like the rising tide of Silver Head City, the sailboat that broke down on the beach could not be washed away. Someone was on the island, and Roma unbuttoned the bow when she realized this. She lightly picked out a bird-feathered wooden arrow with her fingers and put it on a thin string, silently moved it to the shadow of the tree trunk, and at the same time she activated her senses to observe the surroundings.

However, at this moment, a thin pillar of smoke rose from behind the open space not far away. Ingrid Roma tightened his bowstring and aimed at the end of the path with his pointed head. If the person who sneaked up on the island saw Ingrid's traces and rushed over, she would be nailed to the ground with an arrow... Swish!

The sound of arrows piercing the branches and leaves followed the feathers, and then a sharp howl broke out between the palms. Roma heard the sound full of energy, so he raised his hand and added another arrow, but this time he failed to hit it. When the little lion approached the distance of the empty space, there was only a string of blood and two arrow shafts that were very close. From the traces, the visitor turned around and returned to the beach to escape. I should use magic arrows. Roma almost thought about it and turned around to follow the escaped wounded. His screams spread throughout the island, and Ingrid's smoke column also disappeared in the sea breeze.

『I don't support you and the past』

"Because they are blood clans?" Roma asked back. She didn't see the man, but according to Ingrid, only the blood clans and the black wizards knew the specific location of Fishtail Island. Sir Laurent attacked the alliance first, so the only one who came to the island from Lighthouse Town could be the blood clans. "I have a bill to settle with them." Roma stared at the sails in the shadow of the strait. Its outline was tall and tall, and the huge canvas rustled in the sea breeze.
Chapter completed!