Paladin

A huge albatross glides down from the sky and lands on Hewitt's fishing boat, lazily preening its feathers.

But in front of him, the sea water is gurgling out of the cave, and the continuous stream of mudstone is gradually solidifying due to the effect of spells. After they slowly seal the entrance of the cave, Gray-robed Gray's laboratory will be sealed forever in this black cave. Among the cliffs.

All the materials and letters in it had been burned to ashes, and only a letter about the Lich was brought out because of its precious value.

Facing the sea breeze, Hewitt slowly flipped through the handbook.

The words on this are derived from a language called Coburn, they are very remote, they are creations of another language family, and even a young arcanist cannot decipher; but Gray-robed Gray has done a lot on this manuscript. Note, at least he made a brief translation of a considerable part of the information about the transformation of the Lich.

"Gray in Gray has been to the Land of Fallen Stars and learned the Coburn language?" Hewitt asked the people behind him.

Standing behind him was a sorcerer apprentice named Benjamin—the apprentice of Grey-robed Gray.At this moment, Benjamin was sitting blankly on the berth, seemingly still unable to recover from the upheaval.

He was stunned for a long time after hearing Hewitt's question, and replied: "I...I don't know. I have only been with the teacher for a few months...my senior brother knows, but he...he left yesterday, and I don't know either. Know where he's gone."

Hewitt closed the letter, and snorted with unknown meaning: "A lich is destined to be an enemy of this world since its birth. Now that the lich is dead, what else can his apprentice do besides hide his name? ?”

Benjamin let out a dumbfounded sigh, full of confusion about his future.

Hewitt said bluntly: "You'd better not think about running away from me. I took you back because I was too lazy to collect and sort out the information, and you just happened to be able to take notes on my behalf. You might as well think about the gray robe Grey's information, why did he think of becoming a lich? Why did he spread the curse?"

Benjamin looked at Hewitt's back, maybe he was rather slow, but for some reason he couldn't feel the coercion or hatred from His Excellency the Grand Arcanist's words, he just vaguely felt: Your Excellency Clayfield looks really cold, no? On the outside... it seems that he is so cold to everyone. Although he said cold words to me, it feels that he is also very direct to others...

The mage apprentice was in a daze for a while, and murmured: "Who knows... Maybe the teacher just thinks that time is not enough, he is already old. Who wouldn't want to live longer? If you become a lich, you can get thousands more Maybe ten thousand years of life... The teacher spread the curse because he wanted to use the life force of amber to turn himself back into flesh and blood."

Most people will always become more greedy when they gain power.

Hewitt said indifferently: "I want to be close to the immortal life, but also want the flesh and blood body of the mortal. The law of equal value exchange of the arcanist has been completely thrown away by him - he died as a matter of course."

Benjamin said in a trance: "The teacher was not like this at the beginning. But since he became a lich... it seems to be a different person. He no longer thinks that human beings are of the same kind. It is also okay to let the sea devil go out and eat people." I don't think it matters... In the end, I feel that it doesn't matter to use the power of amber to collect the life energy of these mortals, because human beings can only live for so long anyway..."

Hewitt mocked: "He became a lich, and he only lived for a short time."

At the stern, the huge albatross spread its wings and let out a squawk, which seemed to put an end to the conversation.

The fishing boat wobbled, propelled by magic, and sailed away from this area.

The afterglow of the setting sun is golden red, dotted with everything.

Hewitt looked back, inadvertently thinking in his heart: Evan should be on the way to Moa now, and when I go back to Bierlens, he may have returned to the Holy See...

I thought of that paladin again.

The mage sighed silently, suddenly lost interest, and sat quietly on the edge of the boat.

At this time, he suddenly saw his demon jumping out of the sea excitedly, holding a half-sized herring in its mouth.

Louis drilled back and forth in the sea for a few quarters of an hour, finally bit what the mage wanted, flew up happily, and handed it to the mage.

Hewitt touched the demon's head casually—just as a reward for completing the task. He glanced at the herring and saw that there was still a hint of magic on it.

He cut the fish open and found amber crystals inside—although the curse had been lifted, the power of the scattered amber had not been recovered, and the huge life energy gathered in the herring, making it look like a golden light.

So far, Hewitt isn't sure if the change is good or bad.

There was a little bit of silver light from his fingertips, and he gently stroked the wound where the herring had been cut... The wound that was cut by the extremely thin arcane blade was smoothed away.The fish started beating again.

The mage caught the herring and threw it into the sea, splashing a wave.

Suddenly, a dolphin jumped out of the sea.

Like an elf chasing the waves, it follows the fishing boat curiously, jumping up from the water from time to time, drawing a beautiful arc and then falling down again.

Hewitt stood up again, and saw a group of dolphins coming to the water at some time.

They are sensitive and comfortable in the water, surrounded by a large number of herring, chasing and frolicking with their unique hunting methods, and enjoying a feast together.

In the sky, many seabirds were circling, and the school of fish gathered by the dolphins also attracted their attention. Many fish that were forced to the surface of the sea were robbed by several seabirds, and the sea was full of waves.

Watching this scene, Benjamin was overwhelmed by the magnificent scene, and murmured: "It's so beautiful... This ocean is slowly healing the wounds I received. I don't know the impact of amber and the curse." How long will it disappear without a trace?"

"Soon, maybe less than a year. The speed of nature's repair of wounds is much faster than that of humans." Hewitt said lightly.

The mage turned his head and looked at the albatross standing leisurely at the stern of the boat: "Really, Mr. Druid?"

Albatross nodded and said with a smile, "I like to hear that."

A few dolphins naughtily rubbed against the fishing boat and shook it from side to side, causing the apprentice mage to let out a cry of surprise.Then, as if knowing that he had gotten into trouble, a dolphin poked its head out from the side of the boat, and looked curiously at the people on board with small black pearl-like eyes.

"Oh, Gigi, you naughty ghost." The albatross yelled dotingly, hopped over, and pecked the dolphin's head with its beak.

The dolphin grinned and made a giggling sound, as if laughing; then it rolled over against the side of the boat, exposing its white belly, and rubbed itself against Hewitt's hand.

Hewitt didn't understand why, and then only listened to Albatross' translation: "He asked you to touch him."

The mage stared at the dolphin with a straight face for a while, then stretched out his hand reluctantly, and scratched the smooth and moist jaw of the dolphin.

The dolphin flapped its fins and sank happily into the sea.

Immediately afterwards, he appeared on the sea again, reaching as high as a person when jumping up, as if showing Hewitt his extremely graceful curves.

Mr. Druid said very jealously: "It's too much! My pigeons like paladins, and my dolphins like mages! I'm not happy! I can't live this day!"

Albatrosses creaked, jumped up and down the bows, and screamed at the dolphins in the water.

After a while, several dolphins poked their heads out of the sea, stared at Xiuiter curiously, and then crowded around the side of the ship, turning out their white bellies one by one, and looked at Xiuiter with their small eyes. Special: Please touch!Touch me too!

Hewitt touched each of them perfunctorily with a stern face. He was splashed with sea water, but he couldn't get angry at these guys. He just felt... It was a crime.

albatross:"……"

Mr. Druid lost his temper completely.

The dolphins guarded the fishing boat and pushed it forward intermittently, as if it was some kind of game; occasionally they dived into the sea to catch the fat herring in the sea.

The druid suddenly asked: "Hey, you smell like that elf... Do you always change your clothes?"

This question... Hewitt didn't want to answer at all.

"Well, where's the paladin?" Druid shrank his neck awkwardly and said, "Can you give me a word... My name is Delevingne."

Hewitt raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you didn't like him very much. At that time, he went to ask for your help, but he was kicked out in despair."

"I... I vent my anger! I hate that monk boy, but that elf is still good... I treated him a little badly, so isn't this to make up for it?"

"Your compensation is to tell him your name?" Hewitt said blankly, "Also, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I've separated from Evan, and I don't know when we will see you again."

Draven babbled and said after a long while: "Oh! How can I explain it to you! Not long after the lich died, the Nature Guardian Association came to look for it! It turned out that the elf was the saint of Dawn, Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I... If I had known earlier, I would have asked him for something as a souvenir, this is the lord of the Phoenix, the head of the saints!"

Hewitt paused after hearing the words: "What did you say?"

"You don't know yet, mage." Druid bouncing, "Oh, your mage's stargazing skills are too weak! The guardians of nature already know that the saint 1 years ago came from the amber Resurrected, this is the only one among the ten morning stars to light up again!"

Arcanists' stargazing has been lost for a long time, but the elder druids still retain a considerable amount of knowledge.

Hewitt thought: The Lich is dead, with a Sea Demon Anemone that has a lifespan of hundreds of years. The influence of this legendary battle will not be weakened by the remote location here. The news obtained by the association and the stargazers of the nature guardians will spread to the Holy See, the Casa Empire, and the major elf tribes. They will all know the existence of Evan...

The great arcanist fell into deep thought, while the druid kept shouting: "That star! Its light almost blinded me last night. It's platinum gold! Platinum gold! It's the same color as his hair Yes, if I had known, I would have asked that elf for a lock of hair... Maybe I could sell it for dozens of gold in the future!"

When Hewitt heard this, he suddenly said, "But you are late, and his long hair has already belonged to me."

Albatross fell silent when he heard the words, and stared directly at Hewitt depressedly: "What do you want his hair for? Do you want to sell it for money? Or collect it? I don't understand you arcanists..."

"It's not useful, just let him have long hair." Hewitt said casually, "Memory will fade with time, but long hair will become more and more troublesome with time. Even if we won't meet each other for a long time, but Every time he takes care of his long hair, of course he will think of... me."

Druid: "..."

After a while, Draven asked weakly: "You arcanists...is the ink in your stomach all black?"