Chapter 62 Reward from Drill Tooth
Dawn.
The morning light shines on Winter Lake City again, and the street buildings are bathed in golden light.
In the main castle, a figure quickly flew into the office window. Frost Whisperer Philus fell back into his seat, his face still in shock, and his hands and feet felt cold.
Last night, there was a strange scene of purple eyes and silver eyes confronting each other in the night.
The confrontation between the two powerful wills and the brewing aura of terror made Philus almost think that he was about to be punished here!
Although the last two glances slowly dissipated, several hours had passed since the incident ended.
Pheles was still frightened, immersed in the panic of facing the will of the gods last night, trembling all over, and picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.
"Pfft - why is it hot!"
"Sir, you said that you have a special constitution and you should always use 'Flame Thorn Tea' to blend your mana, and we did so. "The servant was nervous.
As a genius of frost magic, Philus can store water elements into his body, but he also suffers from the problem of coldness in his body.
The servant did as he was told, so it was not easy for him to get angry.
Pheles held up the tea cup with a toothache on his face, blew away the floating flame thorn strips, and slowly sipped the hot tea, his eyes twinkling.
“There must be an evil creature in Winter Lake City to cause such a huge disaster. Maybe it is the incarnation of the devil!”
“I chased the mist believer, but he was Fallen into a trap——"
Philus was so angry that he stamped his cold feet:
"The key is that the four-ring illusionist didn't catch it, how shameful!"
At this time, a gray owl Flying into the window, Philus immediately recognized it as the messenger from the Mages Guild, his eyes brightened slightly.
Soon, next to Philus, the invisible mage's hand pinched the round-headed owl.
Owl: ゞ◎Д◎ヾ
The magic book emblem of the Mages Guild was printed on the fire paint. Philus opened the letter brought by the owl, but there was no word on the paper.
Pheles stretched out his cold fingers and lightly poked the paper. The 'psychedelic manuscript' spell failed and the writing appeared.
"Master Kendra is coming to Winter Lake City to investigate the source of the magic riot?"
Pheles was shocked.
Candra, one of the seven members of the Mages Guild, has profound knowledge of magic and is an old and wise elder. There are rumors that he has entered the realm of a legendary mage!
Philus didn't know whether the rumors were true, but Candela was originally supposed to be based at the Mages Guild's headquarters on Rune Island and traveled across most of the Atrium Continent to Winter Lake City in the north to investigate, which shows how serious the situation was.
The letter also mentioned that Master Candela had arrived at the teleportation array of Oslo National Arcane Academy through teleportation, and sent this letter before rushing to Winter Lake City.
"This is a big shot who is suspected of being a legendary mage..."
Pheles was both looking forward to and worried, muttering to himself:
"Before he comes, I first We have to investigate the suspicious characters in the city one by one and find the dark night believer last night!”
The next moment, the face of Yeats, Baron Yeats of Morning Frost Ridge, flashed in Philus' mind.
"No, he is not even a link, and he is still the envoy of winter. It is impossible for him to cause this dispute."
Pheles took a sip of the already cool tea. Thought:
"Eric is very suspicious. There are rumors that he has magic talent. I will check him out first!"
Immediately making a decision, Philus led three cronies to come In the aristocratic district, seeing Eric's mansion being eerily quiet, he walked straight in to investigate, and then found Eric's body in the basement.
There are still traces of the dark night magic circle on the ground, and the clues match one by one. The story gradually emerges in Philus' mind:
"Eric is a believer in the dark night. He triggered the will of the dark night goddess in Winter Lake City and realized that The moving Moon Goddess came next..."
But last night was the night of a lunar eclipse, how could the Moon Goddess be aware of the movement here?
Pheles pondered hard and was puzzled. On the way back, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the golden light reflected in the snowy mountains outside Ice Lake City, and he suddenly realized it as if he was awakened.
“I know!”
"Sir, what's wrong with you?" The servant was startled.
Pheles smiled and said nothing.
Yeats is the envoy of winter, and the goddess of winter is a subordinate deity of the goddess of moonlight.
The Winter Goddess must have provided information to the Moonlight Goddess, so that the Moonlight Goddess could arrive in time!
Yeats took the greatest credit in this incident!
"I have to thank you, Lord God Envoy -"
Felers sighed and ordered: "Come here, send me a spell scroll written by myself, and send it to the Chamber of Commerce Station. Call it Frost Whisper A little note from Phileas to Baron Yeats."
"Yes!"
——
Last night, after the night returned to silence.
Yeats, Gray, and Herod returned to an attic of the Chamber of Commerce Inn under the invisibility illusion provided by Diamond Tooth.
The three of them were really exhausted, and regardless of their superiority or intimacy, they huddled on the carpet in the attic and slept in their clothes. Diamond Tooth followed Yeats's request and secretly left the city to find Mistweaver Airal and sent a message:
"The Mist God is very satisfied with your performance, but you must leave as soon as possible. Here, completely forget everything that happened with the divine envoy, so as not to reveal the mist goddess’s plan.”
Eilal didn’t know that the squirrel in front of him had extraordinary abilities. He just stared up at the night sky and said in despair:< br>
"In the name of Wuying...it's worth dying to be able to see last night's scene!"
These words made him feel very comfortable, and he said: "The envoy asked me to ask you, my lord Where are you going?”
Ailal wore a silver-plated glass mask and said in a respectful tone:
“In the name of Wuying, I plan to cultivate and digest this time.
Thanks to the guidance of the God Envoy, I am confident that I have a great understanding of illusion.
Just wait until [Valpus Night] next May to come out again and spread the teachings of the Mist to those witches! "
The next day, Yeats woke up from his sleep and sat by the window sill in direct sunlight. He looked at Dian Ya who had brought the message back with surprise.
"Walpurgis Night? "
"Also known as Witch Night, a large group of witches will gather on Broken Mountain to create illusions and have fun. Mortals who mistakenly enter will suffer from shock and death due to the supreme bliss. "Zuanya explained.
Yeats remembered that this was another spring event in "Phantom Wings", and the witch's reward was very good.
But even if he wants to go, he has to wait until he survives this winter and kills the ancient white dragon.
The three of them went downstairs to have breakfast first. In order to avoid misunderstanding, they went downstairs separately. But this couldn't escape the Argonian's sense of smell, and she smelled the scent of Yeats from Hilud's body.
The Argonian pulled Silud aside and hissed the message, his tone was a bit strange and naturally curious.
“Lord Sirud, could it be that you...”
After realizing it, Sirud’s pale golden eyes flashed with a trace of embarrassment, and he scratched his red long hair. His face turned red with embarrassment.
"Don't get me wrong, I just... played chess with Yeats all night."
Argonian: (д)
You like to scratch your hair when you lie, and you think I see it Not coming out?
The relationship between men and women is common sense. Besides, the nobles and the claimants to the throne are well matched. Lord Shilud's lie is really lame.
Played chess all night?
If Mr. Yeats accidentally beats you in a game, I'm afraid he will be beaten black and blue by you!
On the other side.
In the chamber of commerce, Yeats took the exquisite scroll handed by Lena and asked curiously: "What is this?"
The red-haired wolf girl crossed her arms and shrugged: " Philus sent someone just now to give it to you, probably because he wants to make friends with you, the divine envoy."
Yeats glanced at the spell scroll and couldn't understand the talisman on the fire paint. Wen, summon the snowy owl to fly over.
It stopped on Yeats's shoulder, with a flash of surprise in his yellow eyes, and he raised his head arrogantly and answered: "Gu!"
This is a three-ring frost spell scroll, Snow and Rain Storm!
Yeats: "..."
Three rings are beyond the scope of ability, leave it to Owl and let him study on his own.
Snowy Owl tilted its head: "Gu?"
But you can’t understand the first-level spell scroll?
Yeats's tactics of blackface.
Shut up, I’ll understand it as soon as I get promoted.
Moreover, I can also become a magic genius who is compatible with shadows and moonlight!
Speaking of which, the war between the goddesses is over, and according to the agreement, it’s time to ask for rewards from Diamond Tooth.
Yeats brought this up to Diamond Tooth, which was full of mystery and said that since the three of them acted together, Gray and Hilud also had a share in the reward.
Yeats thought it was reasonable and called Gray and Hilde back to the small attic. The three of them sat cross-legged on the carpet and stared at the little squirrel in the middle.
I saw the squirrel spread its palm flat, and energy surged in the palm, condensing into an apple, shining with clear golden light.
The eyes of the three of them were straight.
“Golden, golden apples?!” Yeats said in shock.
Herod's tone was shocking: "The golden apple mentioned in the epic "Iliad" that caused disputes between the gods of love and beauty, the god of fertility, and the god of magic?"
Gray tilted his head: "It seems delicious?"
The squirrel smiled through his teeth, with a cunning glimmer in his eyes.
“To be precise, it’s the apple of youth!”
(End of this chapter)