"I have a good memory, boy, I don't need you to remind me. She must adapt as soon as possible, otherwise the roof will not be our biggest concern. Lady Saint, what are you making such a fuss about?"
"Something is approaching me."
"Mostly it's the air, or moisture. Think about it when they leave you, you will miss it. So, Joey." The wizard said coldly, "Can you get the bugs and her away? I don't recommend you take it. Play with precious specimens as sand.”
"Maybe it's not that precious if you're willing to let them breed in you."
"Sounds like you mistook it for a flea. But I meant Duileen."
"Start with her," Joey suggested. "She can't scream."
"She's not the right fit. I've tried it before. Enough, Joey, when are you going to focus on your job and leave the rest to the experts? Hell, just put her in the back. There's no one competing for your spot now. .”
Like Rego, the Blue Saint must be full of doubts at this time. "What do you want to do?" The noise rose and fell like waves. He could imagine the forest elf folding his arms as he backed away, his sleeves rubbing against his shoulders. "What is it? What is he doing?"
"No, never mind. They're not part of today's project. Can you please step aside, ma'am?"
"That's what I was about to do... Is that the Poem of the Lake? You restored it."
"Unfortunately, we haven't been successful yet. Someone is severely allergic to one of the main ingredients."
There was silence. Rego secretly wrote down the name. It sounded like a magic potion. Soon, the forest saint's words confirmed the guess. "I dare say that you did not get the formula from my description. No one can infer the ingredients of the potion based on its effects. It is mysterious and has no rules."
"That's it. Since mystery has no rules, we don't have to rely on formulas to obtain finished products. Magic can achieve the same effect."
The elf saint's voice was filled with disbelief: "Does this kind of profession really exist in the world?"
"Of course, and he's right in front of you. Why do you think I want to become a Templar Wizard? Born in a big family, people have to use their strengths. Doing a job that you are not good at will bring trouble, and even end up like you. "
"So, you don't like being a Templar Wizard?"
"I want to be the Silver Song Knight." Bernard Sterling's laughter rang in his ears, and Rego couldn't help but stop. "That's ridiculous. But everyone has their youth." His tone immediately returned to calmness. "Anyway, people will always look older when they recall the past. However, natural elves have longer youth, longer lifespans, and can squander them as they please."
"Don't worry, I won't squander it here." Rusty Rusty. The air flow brushed against the cloth. Suddenly you can hear a needle drop on the other side, and it's as silent as midnight. The Cang Saint didn't speak again, and the wizard didn't speak either. As for the captain, his voice died out early on.
Rego immediately ended the magic. He wondered if Bernard had noticed the flower stalks on her body. Compared with the previous lengthy occult discussion, the information obtained this time is somewhat valuable. Rego wanted to go back to the wellhead to see if Joey was still disposing of the body, but after careful consideration, he decided not to do so. I have to pretend to know nothing, Rhaego thought, and that's important.
There is a strange smell at the bottom of the well, but overall it's pretty clean. This is thanks to the previous freezing magic. Rego held the weapon in his hand, guarding against possible traps. The Knights of Silversong will never fight among themselves, but Joey obviously doesn't want more people to know the wizard's secret. What happens at the bottom of the well? A landslide? asphyxia? Or rapids? Rego was so alert that he was surprised when he climbed up to another well safe and sound.
Maybe death will be waiting for me here. Rego once tried to pull himself out of the well with the help of a well lock. As a result, there was only a broken rope on the ground, and the cutoff was blackened by fire. There was more water than ice here, and fighting undoubtedly took place. In the end, he had to stick his dagger into the cracks in the stone and poke his head out among the ashes. He heard the beeping sound of burning and smelled the smell of blood, but what he felt more was coldness. It's actually colder outside than inside the well.
"Joy?" Someone opened the door. To be honest, it was just a broken piece of wood that blocked the view, but it did its job.
"It's me." Rego looked away from the center of the snow-covered courtyard. "The captain has gone back. I brought the antidote to the poison. Where is Bogat?" Don't die. Orcus died from the toxin's sneak attack, and others had already taken precautions, but this defense could be lifted by external force. Fighting consumes magic power, and the mystery will also be weakened. "Is he okay?"
"It's hard to say. I think it depends on a certain lady's mood." Uriel didn't look anxious, and it seemed that the problem was not big. "Anais is helping him control the bugs."
Can she do it? "Did the toxin react?"
"Not yet. But he felt he was in good shape and decided to cooperate with her experiment. Do you think it's normal for people to associate experiments with risks? I suspect bugs are eating my brain, not his. Oh, you Go quickly."
When I saw Bogart, he was really lively. When the water fairy Anais saw him, she planned to run away from the door, but in the end she pretended to be calm and stepped aside. "I could hear Uriel complaining from inside the house," he said. "The kid was scared of me."
Rego handed him the medicine bottle. "What are you experimenting on?"
"Anais wants to know if she can drive out the toxins of her kind. It is common sense that only the breeder can control the water fairy bugs. But Anais is a first source."
"She didn't mention it at the manor," Rego pointed out.
"Ha! She was so frightened at the time that she didn't think much about it. Common sense always misleads people."
"Common sense will always guide people." Rego corrected, "I don't deny that Miss Anais wants to prove her worth by suppressing the poison so that we can release her companions. If I guess correctly, every water fairy They will drive away poisonous insects."
The hint was so obvious that even Anais could understand it. She was a little angry, but the only action she showed was to bite her lower lip. "Uriel promised to help her release her." Bogart put the medicine bottle aside. "But he and you agree on the experiment."
"That's right. I think it's natural to associate experimentation with risk," Rego said. "When there's no other way, it might be worth trying... but not now."
"I don't need it anymore. She successfully caught those bugs. Anais, what's the principle? If you are willing to share it with the wizards, maybe they will be on your side."
Rego couldn't figure out why they were so obsessed with such trivial details. But Anais replied: "It's not my ability. Suddenly, those little bugs obeyed my command. I think." She paused slightly, "It's because Ge Feier is dead."
Rego didn't understand: "The bug is free?"
"Free poisonous insects kill people, Rego. Killing Goffel is the way to deal with the insects, but her body is useless." Bogart emptied the bottle, "The one who saved us was Anais... and Joey."
"What do you mean?" Uriel slammed the door, and the board broke under the force, and the upper part flew across the path beside the garden. "Sorry, but don't blame me for eavesdropping. The soundproofing here is ridiculously bad."
"I don't know." Anais answered him, "I just saw him driving the bugs out and putting them in a pocket. They went dormant. This is not the will of the bugs themselves, he can order them."
It seems that the bugs mentioned by Joey and Sterling are indeed the toxins of the water goblins, Rego thought to himself.
"How did he do it?"
"No one explained it, and I don't know either." Anais could know everything in the past, but Joey didn't have the habit of talking to himself when alone.
The missionary turned to Bogart: "You have nothing to say, sir?"
"I'm afraid so, Uriel. But don't you mind this?" The old knight pointed to the antidote bottle, "You ate the body of the water fairy."
Rego's face looked ugly.
"It's just water," Anais said.
He didn't want to discuss the issue anymore. "You encountered enemies? Why didn't the captain take them back?"
"They came after he left. They were reinforcements from Gopher and Styx."
Rego frowned. "After he left?" It was not surprising that the house was burned down. But the enemy was obviously trapped in the ice, and he subconsciously thought it was Joey's magic.
"Uriel knows a little bit of similar magic." Bogart waved his hand, "Of course, I'm sure there's more than 'a little'. But we have more important things than exploring the secrets of our companions. Sticks brought his original companions , there was a nature elf among them. Uriel interrogated her and found out that she was the saint who came to see them."
"People from Saint Valoran?"
"It's hard to tell." Bogart looked at the missionary. "The nature spirit is an Aurenian. She has the 'permission' of a certain lord."
Before learning the origins of the manor servants from Joey, Rego must not have understood. "You're not referring to the mark, are you?"
Bogart answered in the affirmative. "She used to be a slave." He stroked his beard, "Now she is a slave owner. Nothing is ever the same. Isn't it? No wonder Gopher can accurately deliver poison. They relied on slaves to find us."
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Rego returned from the well with Bogart and Uriel worried. If he had asked a few more questions, he might have been able to detect the reason for Stix's counterattack. But since Bogart remained silent, there was no need for Uriel to point it out. They are all Silver Song Knights and there is no way they could betray the empire. The apprentice realized that the doubts that arose were more or less connected to Joey, and he would not answer my questions.
The instructor was waiting outside the well, with freshly filled soil at his feet. Parsour, the Saint of Blue, leaned under a maple tree, her gaze fixed on the fence. Thinking of the female elf with tattoos on her face, Uriel couldn't help but wonder if she was considering an escape plan.
"Is this your tribe?"
"She's probably my enemy. But I'm not sure now. She may very well ignore her past grudges and help me protect the secrets of the forest."
"You should accept her help." The instructor sneered and turned his attention to Anais. His eyes were a little scary. "Ji Li is in the hall, you can take her out."
"But Gulsha and Qilang..."
"Maybe one day they will escape from the clutches of the wizard." Joey said irrelevantly, "Sterling doesn't care where the original source comes from." His voice was softer, but more threatening. "Get out of here."
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