Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

Behind Longyi Fort, the courtyard catches the end of midsummer, and the garden is lush and full of flowers.

In the quietest part of the courtyard, cool spring water flows to the foot of the arched stone pavilion.The stone pavilion is as white as snow, and the skylight at the top is inlaid with glass that can be easily drawn into the sky.

Quentin was enjoying the wild berry pie carefully, and the black tea on the table was always steaming, but he didn't know how many cups of tea had been changed in the passage of time.

This was his second visit, and the dragon lord of Lost Island still gave him an ambiguous answer.

They sat and chatted in the stone pavilion, and the time they talked about the topic was less than half a cup of tea.

When he was young, the tempering from all sides really washed his originally impetuous temper into the long and slow pool of water in front of him.

Regarding matters related to the light camp, he always has the greatest patience.

"When I visited Dragon Wing Castle last time, I didn't realize that the castle hides such a good place." Quentin said.

"A special place must be built for special people in order to give it real meaning." Donovan looked far away, looking at the courtyard path ahead, and then at the high sky.

"Oh?" Quentin narrowed his eyes with a smile, and his tone contained some interest, "Special person?"

"My niece." Donovan didn't say her name again. "She always likes this environment. She often runs in the courtyard and plays with the maids."

"She said that a bird needs wings to fly, just as a garden needs lemon cake and wild berry pie to lighten up."

Quentin seemed to be really amused by the childish words, and his broad beard shook slightly with the laughter.

"Now that the birds are returning home, the green plants and flowers in the courtyard should bloom for her," Donovan said.

Donovan's eyes were still drawn to the distance, and he did not turn his eyes to look at Quentin.Out of the corner of his eye, Quentin still maintained that relaxed posture, and there was no slight ripple in his laughter.

"The flowers bloom beautifully, but they can't compare to Lingqin's agility. In front of her, they can only serve as a foil."

Quentin took one last sip of hot tea and got up.

"I'm an old man, I can't let the flowers get a little bit old, so I won't bother you for now! I hope you will give more consideration to the matter of Jishi. I will leave first."

"Your Excellency, go slowly." Donovan nodded.

Leaning slightly, Quentin's bright red robes swayed under the black cloak, and the garden path engulfed him completely.

Donovan stared at the back of the other party, the depths of the golden pupils were dark and unclear, showing a cold light.

……

Church of Cogano, residence of the Bishop.

The night was deep, and Quentin let his servants take off the red shirt and put on a silk nightgown.After the servants left, he sat alone by the bed.

The quiet night enveloped the house, only the evening wind blowing, bringing in a ray of moonlight from the window.

"Leighton." Quentin called softly, and in one corner, a person who was completely hidden in the darkness stepped out of the shadow, revealing a lean figure.

"Skip over Truman, and go and investigate carefully for me, Zoya's recent and past three years' movements."

"Yes, my lord." Layton bowed his head and obeyed.

"Leighton... You said, a knife that doesn't fit your hand, the first time it slashed at the flesh, the blade failed to hit it; the second time you swung it, you found that it couldn't cut the flesh."

"Should I keep this knife? Layton."

Layton didn't hesitate much: "Since it's not handy, it's as blunt as if stained with rust. The sword is used by people, if it can't even do the most basic chopping, what's the value?"

A rusty knife cannot cut flesh, and rust stains cannot be wiped off.What's the use of keeping it in hand?just give up...

Quentin's soft sigh melted into the night, and he rolled over and lay down on the bed.The edge of the bed that he had supported just now had been tortured with astonishing force, and now it was wrinkled and sunken.Cloth of fine cotton, pierced with crushed wood thorns.

Abandoning a child is useless, lest you cut yourself and suffer endless troubles.

It's just a pity, this rare chance to meet the body of a dragon in a hundred years...

"Mr. Truman!"

Candice tiptoed and quickly chased a dark green figure in front of her.

In the next moment, the green shadow that seemed to only exist in the fairyland turned around slowly; the blue eyes were like pools of water, crashing into the depths of Candice's eyes.

Her breathing was stagnant, and every time they looked at each other, she couldn't help drowning in this pair of compassionate and soft eyes.

"Hi, Candice. What can I do for you?" Truman said softly.

"Do you remember me?" Candice said happily, her eyes bright.She shifted her eyes to the faint blue and black eyes of the other party, pursed her lips, and then said worryingly: "You often go to the Magic Association recently, I know that the study of the Ocasian circle will be very tiring, but you still have to take care of the academy." there……"

"It's as important as your health, Mr. Truman."

Truman exhaled deeply through his nose, and a tight string between his eyebrows and eyes suddenly relaxed, as if showing the most sincere expression.

"Thank you, kind girl. Ocassie's magic circle is very important to us, and I must not neglect it. Every minute and every second wasted is creating opportunities for the enemy to surrender..."

Looking at the back of the mentor going away, Candice stayed where she was.Suddenly, a hand dropped to her back suddenly, causing the pages of the book in her arms to rustle.

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't expect you to react so much."

"No, it's fine."

The friend hurriedly knelt down to help pick up the parchment pages.Following the direction where Candice's eyes stopped, the friend said: "Mr. Truman is really excellent. I also heard what I said just now!"

"Yes, there is no doubt about his loyalty to the camp of light." Candice smiled.

"Although I am in the neutral camp... But the Ocassian circle is very important to all of us. These words can only be said in the magic tower, and you have to keep your mouth shut when you go out." After that, the friend pretended to be funny and grabbed Candice couldn't help but laugh at her upper and lower lips.

"It is a treasure that gathers the wisdom of mages."

"That's right! Ocassie - a sacred object that condenses power and holiness, and it is perfect to name the magic circle after it.

"If the Ocassian magic circle can be successfully researched, it not only means that this is the first purest light magic circle in the magic world, but also a major milestone in our research on magic!"

Candice piled up a thick stack of pages: "So far, only black magic has magic circles."

"Bah!" My friend spat in disgust, "That kind of evil product of sacrificing life is really unlucky. But why did a group of lunatics create them?"

"Well, we have to admit that, in a sense, those lunatics are really powerful."

Candice said: "Mr. Truman is different. We all know his attainments in magic. The light camp also attaches great importance to him, otherwise he would not be appointed as the person in charge of the Oseca circle."

The friend cast an ambiguous look, grunted in a strange tone, and pushed Candice's shoulder, causing the latter to sway.

And Candice only had slightly red ears, ignoring her friend's ridicule.

……

Back inside, Truman sealed every gap in the house with rattan, leaving only one window open to the mountains and rivers.

There are many scrolls and papers stacked on his desk, with countless pictures printed on them, as well as densely packed handwriting.

The breeze blows into the room, lifting a picture scroll.Directly below, is a magic circle pattern with exquisite and complicated lines.

Looking inside, the text marked next to it is not very clear, and it is tightly pressed by a heavy scroll.

Not much time left for himself, Truman thought.Whether it's dealing with the dark arts or where you are at the moment.

If it goes on like this, the light camp will know about his abnormality sooner or later.If he stayed here all the time, Quentin would also find clues.

Truman leaned against the table, peeling off his stuffy, wet white gloves, revealing his black nails.

Through the light, he observed his hands carefully under the sunlight.

His knuckles were slightly covered with water stains from the gloves, and his sweaty skin was glistening.And the nails, like gray-black crystals inserted upside down on the white sand, are extremely abrupt.

Black originally just stayed in that square inch area.Maybe it was today, or maybe it was yesterday, at a moment when Truman didn't notice, the blackness quietly spread to the thin flesh connecting the nails and the skin.

The matter of Zoya can be kept a secret for a while.Once Quentin found out, the other party would never let it go, and could not easily spare him.

Of course, he never wanted to completely hide it from Quentin—after all, he also didn't intend to stay in the camp of light all the time.

He fetched the dagger, wiped it clean, and slashed at the thin flesh with a blank expression.

A slender cut was cut along the blade, and Truman pushed the meat forward with his fingers, and a gurgle of liquid finally gushed out of the cut.

——Black, ink-like blood spilled out.

He squeezed for a while, until all the blood flowed out like necrotic pus, changing to the usual bright red color, and then he could barely give up.

It took such a lot of effort to climb to the position of the magic instructor... If the people under him hadn't been stupid and ruined Quentin's affairs, he might consider staying in the light camp, or even entering the magic tower.

Now, he can only delay Quentin's time and complete the research on the Ocasian magic circle as quickly as possible.

...No, it cannot be fully completed.In the end, he had to save a few holes as his lifeline.

A gust of strong wind blew the picture scroll precariously again.The thick, but relatively thin scroll cannot cover everything on the paper.

Finally, the content of the paper below was revealed by the wind—the dense and neat words on it were not like the lingua franca of any race.

Its lines are smooth and gorgeous, and it has a strange beauty like a totem.

It is marked on both sides of the magic circle, like an analysis, like a comment, and it strips the magic circle.

Using it as a springboard should be enough.

As Truman gazed at the paper, his eyes rolled with genuine eagerness and joy.

They'll love the gift, and then everything will change.

And, on the Lost Island in the East China Sea, those people who should have disappeared long ago: Bobby, Alena, and Holly.Even the giant dragon clan can no longer protect them.

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【Travel Rabbit Log】

[Day60]: Rabbit's performance is very good, he was quickly promoted to team leader!

[Trigger special event]: It is said that other teams are very envious of the team led by the rabbit, because no matter what the situation, the captain will cook delicious meals.

It's a rare feast, and the rabbit shows off its skills in the back kitchen.

Someone in the same batch of camps was crying after eating, and praised the rabbit: "I have practiced such a good cooking skill, and I will be able to catch up with my sweetheart one by one in the future."

The rabbit didn't deny it, just smiled slightly.