The knights of the realm surrounded the wooden house, and two mages, Burris and Blackpine, inspected the house. Hey Pine looked at the **** face of the "young mage" with disgust, and Burris also sighed at Hey Pine's screaming behavior just now.

"You really deserve to be..." the elf mumbled.

Burris asked: "What is it worth?"

"It's really from Mr. Burris's... uh, can I tell you the truth?" Heimatsu was looking at the flowers with a magnifying glass, waiting for the observation result. "You are related to him, I have already seen it. Now. You look a lot like him, in all aspects...such as a slow personality, a rather casual aesthetic, and a very weak temperament..."

The apprentice had this impression of me? Burris couldn't help asking: "You always look at him like this?"

"Isn't it?" Heisong said, "Of course, I know that the instructor is amazing. He has no knowledge level, and his ability to cast spells is even more powerful, but he is special... Well, how to say, he lacks a sense of majesty. .Little mage, have you seen the current speaker of the Austrian Law Federation? You are so young, I guess you have never seen her. She is a particularly coercive human being, don’t think she is a thin old lady, but As long as she stops there, you can't help but bow your head to her..."

Hey Song is talking about Delorit, who worked in the same laboratory as Burris. At that time, the Speaker of the Austrian-French Federation was Burris.

Then Heimatsu talked about it right away: "Before her, Mentor Burris had also been the chairperson. You should know this? He resigned at about 60 years old, and he took the initiative to give up re-election. You see , Our tutor is a very great person, but he has no temperament as a great man. It’s not that I say bad things about him... He is really not particular about it, even the nerds in the Tower of King Truth are more powerful than him. He sees He looks like the old man writing letters in the post office."

"He's just more pragmatic..." Burris hasn't seen the old men writing letters at the post office very much, and I don't know what those old men are like, or whether Hei Song's words are complimenting him or cursing him.

"I said you are like him, right?" Hey Song patronized and spoke. The next detection spells were basically done by Burris. "Your way of thinking is also very similar to him. For example, let me ask you something. ..."

"what's up?"

"What is the name of Burris' Tower?"

Burris was taken aback: "That tower still has a name?"

"Can't answer? Our tutor has never given a name to the tower! You see, the official mage tower in the capital of Sago is called "Truth", and there is a wizard archmage in Quintilia, whose residence is called "The Tower of the Sea Abyss", the three towers of the Hilda Academy are called "Daylight", "Eternal Night" and "Sinling" respectively. They are used to pay tribute to the Three Good Gods... There are also several towers in the Training Institute on the Five Towers Peninsula. , Their naming is more arbitrary, they are called the first training tower, the second training tower... anyway, they finally have names. And our instructor, his tower has no name at all!"

Burris has never thought about such issues. When Heimong said today, he felt incomprehensible: "That tower... is called the'Burris' Tower'. Of course, public institutions and teaching institutions must have names. Why is it in the private sector? Want to have a name? Do you guys also give your home a name? It's not called XX's home, but turquoise two-story cabin?"

Hei Song looked at the sky, dreaming happily: "The mage tower still has to have a name to be like that... if I have my own tower in the future, I will paint the tower body white and paint some more The texture imitates the texture of bones. There must be a white dragon head on the top of the tower... Uh, even if it is really the head, I can ask someone to sculpt one out of plaster. I want to call it a pale tower, which is a tribute to the'ice field white' tower'……"

"Don't be like this." Burris interrupted him coldly when he heard that word, "Do you know what the Icefield White Tower is all about?"

Hei Song looked at the little mage nonchalantly: "Of course I know. There are many books about Yrill, and our instructor mentioned him."

"Then you should know that the Icefield White Tower is not a good place, it is not worthy of being missed."

"Maybe, I haven't been." Black Pine shrugged. "After all, Illil is very famous. He rules the Frost Plain, and the savages and necromancers over there bow down to him. The Knights of the Northern Star City Several teams went to kill him, but in the end almost the entire army was wiped out... You know, when this happened, I was still preparing health potions in the Alruben Forest. Just hearing those legends made me feel all over Tremble... Has the mentor told you? He has met Yrill, and he has dealt with him with the Knights..."

When Hey Pine said the last sentence, Burris stood up abruptly, and the elf subconsciously took a step back. He didn't understand why... The little mage looked at him calmly and coldly, his eyes piercing his heart.

"If you remember what the teacher said," Burris said slowly, "then you should also remember that Yylil is a crazy tyrant, not an idol of a necromancer. The nomads on the Frost Plain belong to him. Captured, the displaced necromancer was his slave, and none of those who died in the Knights of the Northern Star City received a merciful death."

Hey Pine wanted to say something again, Burris did not give him a chance to speak: "Can you understand what is a'capture', what is a'slave', and what is a'no good death'? It's not that the master smiled evilly, Others just kneel and shake casually. You have also seen wars, but have you seen the weak among the captives being ground into meat on the spot and fed to giant beasts in other worlds? Have you seen people being skinned and cut alive and made into skeletons? Martial artist? When Illil conquered an area, do you know what he will do first?

"He will kill all the strong laborers and turn them into undead creatures. Undead creatures are more loyal and do not know how to work. Women and children may survive, but it's not because Illil is kind. He needs a woman's womb for training. She gave birth to various experimental creatures for him. And children are the weak underbelly of mothers. For the children, those women dare not succumb to themselves and can only endure this kind of life. As for the other necromancers on the ice field... Do you feel "obedience" What does it mean? Does it mean to call a "great master" flatteringly? No, that means your life is in his hands, and he can tear your body and even your soul into pieces at any time."

Hei Song shuddered, and looked at the little mage blankly, unable to respond for a while.

Burris took a few deep breaths, and his tone eased a little: "In history, there are many mages who do terrible things for ambition and knowledge. This is normal. But Yrill is different. He is not pursuing Anything else, he is just enjoying. Can you understand, he is enjoying the cruelty itself. I... Our mentor should have told you... Illil is not a hero, but a shame among our generation. Icefield The White Tower is not just a dark symbol, it represents the fall of thousands of lives, and it represents countless souls that cannot sleep peacefully."

"Uh...I know..." Heimatsu twisted his robe nervously, as if returning to the first time he saw Burris.

It was many years ago, he had already mastered many spells, and he came to Burris to seek further study. When he first saw him, his arrogant and ridiculous attitude towards others caused Burris's displeasure. That was the first time Burris was angry with him, and it was the only time.

Burris banned him from using the floating saucer, suppressed his ability to cast spells, forced him to hike up and down the tower every day, and let him sleep in the underground laboratory, taking care of corpses of various degrees of corruption... Hey Pine struggled with loss of magic. After several weeks, he desperately took the initiative to apologize to the servant he had ridiculed and frightened... Burris then lifted his punishment.

Now Heimatsu also wants to apologize very much, from the soul. But the words came to his lips... he couldn't speak again. After all, the person standing in front of him was not a mentor, but an apprentice Kreve.

Even if Kreve is the mentor's own son, even if he is right, even if he looks like a mentor in all aspects... but he is still only a young human apprentice! Black Pine knew that he had said something wrong, and didn't want to whisper to an apprentice...

"Sorry, I was too preaching." At this time, Burris apologized first, and his momentum of just raising the starting point was weakened. "I know some friends from the north, so I know more about these... Tell me more. When you mention the tower, I feel really uncomfortable..."

Hey Song also said quickly: "It's okay, it's just that I didn't speak through my brain... Well, what's next? This house seems to be okay and not dangerous."

Black Pine hurriedly walked away, feeling extremely grateful: Fortunately, the little mage has a soft personality, but fortunately the instructor is not there... If the instructor hears me mentioning the Icefield White Tower, he is sure to let me clean the tower again without magic...

After confirming the safety of the wooden house, the two wizards let the Shire brothers and sisters go in and rest. Warlocks do not like making magic traps. For ordinary people, the warlock’s cabin is much safer than the mage’s residence. The only preset spell in the room is soothing. The sorcerer uses it to soothe the body that is always impacted by the elements. It has a certain alleviating effect on Tarina's condition.

In this process, Lott unexpectedly did not participate in any discussion. He was standing next to Prince Ranto, and the two seemed to be discussing something in a low voice.

Prince Ranto's face was as pale as a black pine. When talking with Lot, he kept staring at the flowers in the fence outside the house, and didn't walk into the hut for half a step.

"Master Black Pine, come here," the prince shouted after a while, "I need you to go back to Silver Falcon Castle."

Hei Song immediately stood beside the prince like a loyal old friend. He had long wanted to go back to the city, but he didn't want to take the initiative to speak out.

Lott walked to the elf: "You have seen a red vulture, haven't you?"

"I have seen..." Hei Song was nervous. This "ancient undead demon dragon" just stared at him and made his back chill.

"If there is a conflict with him, can you defeat him?"

Hei Song curled his lips: "Yes. Warlock, it's just an arsonist." Anyway, "Ancient Undead Demon Dragon" is not a real warlock, so this will not offend him.

"The Red Vulture is different now," Lott reminded him, "His appearance has become younger, and he is likely to have some power that does not belong to this world, and is no longer just an arsonist."

"No matter what strength he has, his offensive mentality will not change. I have worked with him."

"Okay." At some point, Lot turned out to be the one who gave orders. "The Warlock Red Vulture was here just now. When we showed up, he escaped, and now he is probably in the Silver Falcon. The prince's eldest son, Arnold. In danger, you have to go back and find him."

At this time, Prince Ranto, who had been in a trance, said: "I will go back with the mage...I have to go back too."

Lott held his shoulders: "Forget it, your lord. The red vulture hates you most, what if you meet him?"

Prince Ranto looked at the undecided pair of children in the house, and shook his head: "It's better to see him, maybe I should have a good talk with him... Charles stay here, and accompany Tarina to rest first... Wizards Say that this house is good for her illness. I brought half of them back to the city, and the other soldiers stayed to protect Charles and Tarina. Charles, these people will be handed over to you."

Charles looked at his father from afar and nodded solemnly. The prince said to himself: "You are safe to stay here. Those corpses may be afraid of red vultures, so they dare not enter his house..."

Burris stood aside, full of doubts, and it was not easy to ask face-to-face. After both the prince and the black pine disappeared in the forest, he called Lott out of the courtyard and walked to a distance where the people in the house could not hear the conversation.

"My lord, did you say that the red vulture hates Prince Ranto the most?" the wizard asked, "The grievances between them should not only be about durians, right?"

Lot's eyes lit up: "You know what, the prince confessed a big secret to me!"

"Why would he confess the secret to you?" Goosebumps appeared on Burris's body. Wouldn't the Bone Maharaja kiss the Prince to cast the spell...

"Let’s make it clear first, I didn’t kiss him!" Lott saw through Burris’ concerns, "Remember the theory I once said? The theory of'people need to talk after suffering'. The same goes for Prince Ranto. At this point, what he needs most is someone to dig into his inner secrets step by step. The more sincere you dig, the more comfortable he will release."

Burris glanced at the cabin: "I had a guess before. The Red Vulture...that is, Rose Green. He is related to the deceased Royal Highness?"

"It's smart, worthy of being my mage," Lott also looked at the rose bush in front of the house, "Rossey and Sniger are brothers and sisters. Before they met Prince Ranto, this was their home."