The city of mortals cannot ask too much. Helen told herself that it is not easy for them to live, and she has no time to care about whether the road is flat. Anyway, they don’t usually ride horses in towns, which is something that only adventurers do. Most mysterious creatures are instinctive to ride mounts... but this is not the case in Chloita. The more she comforts herself, the more she feels upset. In fact, what makes me uneasy is never to fall off my horse and break my neck.

Time in the tower was so slow that Helen didn't need to rush or get fussed, and the time leaked and flowed until she hated this kind of life. When Larsen became a professor in the astronomical room, he gave her the freedom to touch new things.

However, Helen had nothing else to do. The astrologer studied the mystery of the stars and monitored the mysterious realm, while the inheritance of the witch was vague, leaving her completely clueless. The harp witches are not mysterious organizations. They are scattered in every corner of the world, relying on Otto's guidance to connect with each other briefly in chance and coincidence. But even so, the descendants of the second night are still the orthodox witches, far from being comparable to the branches of the Moon Breaking Moon and the Iceland Witch. She left the tower with confidence and finally returned bored. Of course, there are exceptions. When the "gatekeeper" returned to Bloomnott, she quickly ran away without any desire to face his cautious words and sad and nostalgic gaze.

When I left Blumnott, I was already in the empty realm. The witch knew very well that few people in the mysterious realm could hurt her, which was the fundamental reason why her mentor acquiesced Larson to secretly open the back door for her. It was such a fun time, but I rarely went home.

However, compared with the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Helen actually traveled more frequently. Whether she was in the apprenticeship or after entering the Fate Rally, as long as the Saint did not have the order, she would probably not meet this commander for a long time, and her impression of him was mostly heard of. For a while, Helen was very interested in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but Larsen was unwilling to say more to her.

"It's really a long talk, Helen, I can only tell you this. To be honest, I can't figure it out myself, and the tutor prohibits me from asking for relevant information." He doesn't look like an excuse, "You don't have to go to the library to check the database, there's nothing there. If you have confidence in your witchcraft, you can try to see his past-"

"I didn't even have a chance to meet him!"

"It's not surprising. The travel location you plan to travel does not include any vassal state of Chloe."

"I actually know nothing about my colleagues, and you don't think this is strange?"

"We are all the same." Larsen didn't seem to care about this. I really don't know if the talent of prophecy made him lose his curiosity and spirit of exploration. "After you cross the path of death, Lord Saint allows you to go to the Glimmer Forest?"

"There is no longer a danger there. I can bring some specialties to your friends, such as the treasures of Silverstone Valley."

"You ask him to go, now Ez is in the Eastman Kingdom." He can always dispel her sudden whim in a few words. "As for safety issues, I don't think you'll let yourself take risks."

"Oh, otherwise I'll go to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."

Helen still remembers the look of Larson looking at her at that time. He looked a little malicious. "You might like the brave Miss Dorothea there. What does the commandment to enter the mysterious land say? Think twice before you act?"

"Want to scare me? The Ministry of Foreign Affairs cannot be more dangerous than Silverstone Valley." Helen snorted. The name Silverstone Valley does not reflect the local characteristics at all, so it is called "Dragon Land" among adventurers.

"If our commander stayed in Bloomnot all day long, the capital of the Clouds would definitely be a hundred times more dangerous than Silver Stone Valley. At least for Dean Rubin. If you have the support of the Lord Saint, it can be calculated ten times." Larsen walked to the other end of the room and found a gorgeous compass. He rubbed a rough depression with his fingers and frowned. Helen grabbed the compass and embedded a ruby ​​back in place. "Is it Romad? She would offer Buddha by borrowing flowers."

"Farewell gift?"

"Brief up the Dragon Clan toll. I don't want to go to redeem your Yeyu ring at that time."

Since he confessed that time, Helen knew his thoughts. But to be honest, she was a little afraid of starting a family and starting a business. "What if you included, my dear senior brother?"

"What?"

"I think you are very good at arithmetic. Do you know how much you weigh?"

"Maybe ten times the other way around." The great astrologer told her, "I can't win if I reason or do it, but I can propose a contest for mystic knowledge. The result will be no suspense." They laughed together.

Maybe this time the White Envoy will stay in the tower for a long time. The witch thought to myself, I can verify the Haikou that Larsen boasted. I will tell Roma this story, just like every bedtime story in the past. She did make a mistake, but it was just because of the child's thinking pattern, and she should not be punished as an adult. Maybe I cared about her too little, and Larsen was not careful in life at all. It seems that I must stay in the tower for a longer time... Anyway, the Triangle Swamp is not a good place, and the smell there makes Helen feel disgusting. Legend has it that the black witchcraft was taught to the Knox people from the demons in the swamp.

An arrow flew towards her, Helen turned her head and stared at it, the arrow turned back in the air, flying towards the bowstring that ejected herself. She really hoped that these dark wizards could go back and forth like this arrow.

The stirrup loosened one when the mount rushed into the Black Whale Street, so she had to fly up to get rid of the feeling of weight and bring about the fatigue of relaxation. So the witch turned around and gave the beast to the guards guarding the main gate. When did the tower messenger need a guard?

There were many people in the apartment. Even if they were not in the living room, Helen could hear the common language with a southern accent behind the door. She identified the powerful breathing in the noise and found the innermost room on the top floor. They left here before.

The lion sat down on the sofa in a depressed mood and sipped a glass of strong wine. The door was completely open and pressed against the hanger hook. The table was not a cup, plate, pot and bowl, but a pair of big blood-stained claws. Seeing the witch landing on the balcony, he didn't raise his eyelids either. "What--"

"I thought you would clean those flies skillfully," she teased. "Is this a fish that slips through the net, or your toy, Uncle Ronned?"

"What?" the lion mumbled. What he was about to say was interrupted.

"This is the magical use of your long tail." Helen couldn't wait to sit on the sofa as soon as she entered the room, stretching her sore legs. But her habitual demeanor made her unable to put her feet on the table like a lion. The burnt smell floated from his lion's fur. "You need a haircut."

"It's better to just say shaving your hair." The lion opened its nostrils, "There is a smart puppet mixed in the ranks of the ascetic monks, and he almost killed that school of wizard."

"Linder Punabag was sober that he could meet his subordinates?" Helen was a little surprised. She tried every means to free Nanna from the black witchcraft. Is Uriel's profession effective for the "Jewsman", or is his symptoms very mild? "After that being said, what's going on with the mortals in this room?"

"That's all. The first group of people wanted me to support some Fishbone Alley. Maybe I thought I was an outrageous cat; the second group claimed that they were here to rescue us, but they accompanied a large group of noble women who were dragging and crying. The last group was a church team mixed with spies. They killed six people when I took one of them to find the wizards of that school. All the nightingale puppets were dead, and some locals were injured. It's really a hell! The house was like a group of demons dancing around, and I drove them all away. But look at it, there will be more people coming. Fortunately, I'm not the only one who is worried now."

But Helen was not willing to worry about the situation in Lighthouse Town at all. If Chloita hadn't stopped the plans of the association demons in Iron Harbor, the town had now sunk into the Sea of ​​Songs. "You're not doing it thoroughly enough, Uncle Big Cat." The witch pointed out, "Tell them that one of the Black Wizards' goals is the Black Whale Street, and these people would have run faster than we did."

"Speak well!" Ronard drank a whole glass of wine, "Don't think of them too stupidly. If you don't mention these, why didn't the commander come back? Where is your little maid?"

"They went to church. The demons of association have evacuated, and only these remaining soldiers are left." Helen didn't want to mention the battle at the port. "Nanna died at the hands of the Mercury Lord. You really care about her."

"Oh, her name is Nanna."

The witch suddenly didn't want to talk to him anymore. To put it bluntly, what does Ronald's life style have to do with me? He is not even the same race as me. Anyway, Roma grew up in the tower and would not learn from him. "The dark wizard is still preparing for the next attack?"

"They are preparing for it longer and longer. Maybe there will be no next time. What will the commander go to church?"

"Of course it's because he has his own considerations. When he comes back, you ask yourself, and I'm also curious." Helen lied.

"I think it's because of that apprentice. Didn't he say he's not an astrologer?"

"Sidney thinks Ulier is very talented. Mysterious talent often means shortcuts." Why do you suddenly find the root cause? I know you have no good feelings for each other. Helen thinks Ulier can never treat Ronald Zachley like Larson, and they have huge differences in their concepts. "What's more, Roma might be there."

The lion frowned, and even his eyebrows were golden. "The bastards from Gaia's church should be cleaned up, otherwise I will not be able to distinguish between the church and the brothel sooner or later. But now I'm in trouble with them? This will make us take advantage of the situation..."

Helen didn't have time to interrupt him, although she wanted to do so. A hustle and bustle took the lead, causing the whole house to turmoil. "It's the local city guard patrol." She could see the flying flags on the second floor.

"They came earlier than the enemy." Ronard yawned, "Let's go, use your witchcraft to wake up the Count of the Bay, otherwise he would be in a bad mood if he accidentally had a concussion."
Chapter completed!