You and me under the world tree

She didn't even respond.

Because at this time, they all noticed that there were already guests at the door.

Therefore, the two outstanding wizards all set their sights on the gate.

But outside the door, the tall and tall old warrior just stared at the manor that gave off an ominous atmosphere in his eyes.

Then, the closed door slowly opened, as if inviting guests.

However, it was disturbing because there was no one there.

"Is it here?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, Your Excellency the Sage lives here."

"Then your job is over."

Then, he took his own steps.

But when he walked into the manor, he quickly noticed something was wrong.

Because he felt as if there was no sound outside, not even the sound of footsteps.

And when he turned his head, he found that the guards in metal armor who had been leading him had all disappeared.

No, it's not gone.

It should be considered that this manor itself has formed an independent space.

It was also for this reason that he began to carefully examine everything in the manor.

"What a quiet and peaceful place."

Chapter 40: Meeting of the Sage and the Master

After all, Hiltebrand is already in his prime.

And what the long experience brings is the experience that the calmness of mind is not comparable to that of young people.

But to put it in a little more popular terms, it is something I have never seen before.

When facing the unknown in front of you with such a mentality, you should be able to keep your face unchanged.

And it should be true under normal circumstances.

But sadly, it's not 'normal' after all.

In Hiltebrand's view, this small manor without any name is even stronger than the palace where the Lord of Armies lived in terms of defense scale.

Not because of anything else, because he could feel that there was always a lingering magical atmosphere here.

Even so strong that his Invincible Demon Sword had a slight reaction to this.

Moreover, from the inside, the runes engraved on the walls and the ground, emitting subtle brilliance, are too conspicuous.

Although it complements the entire garden and the arrangement of the house, it highlights a kind of sculptural beauty.

But at this time, Hiltebrand obviously couldn't look at this manor with pure aesthetics, because the owner here was not easy to mess with.

He is a wizard.

Moreover, this place has been isolated, as if forming an independent space.

And as long as he realized this, he couldn't help but feel that inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart.

And even if he knows that this man is not the kind of person who likes to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Even though he understood that it was the existence of that man that saved his nephew, the uneasiness that seemed to come from instinct could not go away.

Because this sense of crisis comes from the strange, from the unknown, and Hiltebrand is an excellent fighter.

Because of his excellence, he must have polished his perception and fighting instinct to the extreme.

And this instinct is even alerting him, telling him to get out of here quickly.

"It's really... It's been a long time since I felt this way."

Looking around the simple but beautiful garden, the weapon master couldn't help but whispered.

That kind of huge, huge pressure that seems to be pressed down from top to bottom.

Because stress belongs to young people.

And a bad old man like him can handle most people with ease.

Because under normal circumstances, in the human race, an old man like him should not be able to meet someone older than him.

However, there seems to be no one in ten thousand chance of being hit by him just like that.

Horde, the sage of the Volsung clan.

After all, he is an elder with more experience than himself.

If he remembered correctly, that old thing should also be 80 years old?

And once thinking of this, Hiltebrand couldn't help but feel tightness in his chest.

Because some things seemed too strange to him, too.

How did that happen?

When did things become like this?

Then, under his gaze, the door of the house seemed to be inductive.

It opened slowly, revealing a modest corridor leading to the interior of the house.

It's like an ordinary house—except that no one seems to be in the house from the outside.

Dietrich's child lived here for a long time.

Eventually, the hero looks up.

He suppressed the messy thoughts in his mind, and then took his own steps.

Either way, he's the goth right now.

No matter what he learned behind the scenes, at least on the surface, he was an emissary sent by Princess Dietrich to appease the Netherlands.

"call……"

The great gothic hero took a deep breath.

Originally, his back had a slight tendency to bend.

But in the end it became tall and straight again.

Finally, he stepped into the room.

But before he took two more steps, he noticed something was wrong.

Because there was a sound coming from inside the living room.

"Gah!"

The voice is a bit like a baby creature, it sounds a little baby, and it has a milky sound.

However, the voice of this cub is not pleasant.

Because it is extremely hoarse and low.

But now, he didn't care what kind of creature could make this sound at all.

But now he only cares about one thing:

But why can't I hear it outside?

After realizing this, Hiltebrand was speechless for a while.

He doesn't understand these, and he has no way to see through them completely, so he can only attribute all this to 'magic'.

It must have been the magic that blocked the sound inside.

With such thoughts in mind, Hiltebrand slowly walked into the house.

As he got closer, his psychological uneasiness gradually diverged and became serious.

In the end, he saw the roaring Lord, a pitch-black evil dragon.

Then, it roared loudly!

"Gah!"

Although its appearance can be seen completely, it is still too small after all, only about a slap.

And such an 'evil dragon' was jumping on the table, trying to spread its wings, as if it wanted to fly.

So what the hell is this.

After seeing that dumbfounding thing, Hiltebrand just stood there in the end.

Then, he saw the little black thing start jumping to the side, and finally got into a man's sleeve.

The man was dressed in a low-key but extraordinary black robe with wolf pattern, but his face was not old.

Although traces of wind and frost could be vaguely seen, in Hiltebrand's eyes, it was clearly the face of a young man.

Black hair, slightly cloudy eyes and upturned mouth corners.

This man reveals that frightening mysterious aura all the time.

Speaking of which, this should be the first time Hiltebrand has looked at his face carefully.

Because of this, he subconsciously frowned.

Because he somehow felt a little familiar.

"you……"

"Everyone who actually sees my face will feel my surprise."

At this moment, the Gothic weapon master heard these words, which quickly interrupted his train of thought.

"Because I'm not as old as they imagined, but about this, I actually feel very sorry, because I don't know what kind of family background I have."

Regarding the words spoken by the sage, Hiltebrand had no other superfluous expressions.

Even, at this moment, he didn't even frown.

"You look like you already know?"

"Well, since Studus came back, Dietrich told me these things."

After all, some things simply cannot be hidden.

Studus has been missing for too long, and the whereabouts and reasons of this time must be explained by himself.

And he himself was vague, at first he just said that he met an evil wizard and was cursed by that wizard.

It wasn't until Dietrich exposed his lies casually that Hiltebrand, as an elder, understood the cause and effect of everything.

And for some things, he himself didn't know what to say.

"Thank you."

In the end, Hiltebrand spoke to the sage's slightly muddy gaze.

"It's nothing. From the perspective of interpersonal relationship, Studus is also a friend of that kid Siegfried. If you want to thank him, you should thank him."

With a light word, Huo De transferred this 'credit' to the young king.

He even distanced himself directly.

"For me, it's just a matter of doing it."

However, to Hodder's surprise, Hiltebrand shook his head at this moment.

"I'm talking about Dietrich's child."

Seeing that a chair had been pulled away, Hiltebrand just sat down.

Hodder took advantage of the opportunity and poured him a glass of mead.

"What happened to Dietrich?"

"No, there's nothing wrong, it's just that she has become a lot more cheerful than before."