Roddy, who was walking towards his seat on the other side, was disappointed because the Knights of Wellington did not teach the scouts. No matter how Roddy asked, he would say "Look, let's talk about it" or "need to test it again". No matter how he looked, it would be a waste of time...

"Hey, 'Ghost Knight' is not so easy to be a good person. It seems that he can only find someone else."

When he was thinking this in his heart, Roddy realized that there was a beautiful figure in front of him, and a familiar breath with a faint fragrance came to his face. He tried hard to open his eyes, saw Sally clearly, and smiled, and said with a big tongue: "I-I can't drink very much, so, so don't laugh at me, I'm a little dizzy now... I feel dizzy."

"I want to tell you something."

Sally wanted to reach out to help him, but as many people watched, she could only point out of the restaurant with a reserved look outside the restaurant and asked, "Can you go out for a while?"

Roddy was confused, but walked out of the restaurant in the direction she pointed. After taking a deep breath of the slightly cool air outdoors, he turned around and said, "At noon, I--"

"I know you're trying to get me out of there, but I'm not talking about this." Sally stood in front of Roddy, with her big eyes looking at him with bright eyes. "I want to say, I decided to follow the Bishop to the 'Shrine'."

It seemed easy to say such words, and Sally tried to make a calm expression on her face, but no one knew that she was actually very nervous at this moment...

Roddy blinked, as if digesting the meaning behind this sentence, but then he felt that Sally had no problem thinking so, so he nodded-

"kindness."

Sally raised her eyebrows and looked at Roddy, who had never responded after "Yeah", and was a little surprised for a moment - "Are you not going to say something to me?"

"That..." Roddy also drank alcohol and his language organization ability declined greatly. What he wanted to say seemed to be blocked in his mind. At this time, he basically said whatever he remembered: "The Temple is far away from here... There are several dioceses on the road that you should pay attention to making friends. Luddy's diocese is one, St. Jason's is one, and their archbishop is best to be familiar with it and be able to speak in the future. I remember that you are good at blessing magical techniques, so you can go and find an old man named Jarvis to learn it..."

The nagging words came out of Roddy's mouth. Sally widened her eyes and listened, but suddenly she found that the guy in front of her seemed to be far more familiar with the situation of the "Sanctuary". Those place names and names came out of their mouths. Some of them had heard of them, but most of them had never heard of them...

This is not the first time Sally has seen Roddy's "informational" and she suddenly remembered that Roddy once said that her age and appearance remained unchanged, and she quickly accepted it - then she heard Roddy muttering a few numbers: "589,590,591..."

"What?"

Sally, who didn't understand, interrupted him. Roddy turned his head and asked suddenly: "Will you come back in 590 or 591?"

"It should...it should be the spring of 591, and it takes about four months to get back and forth from here to the temple."

"Although I don't know what will happen after Sarota dies..." Roddy frowned slightly and looked at Sally and said, "But you may be in the 'Sanctuary'...you will have to stay for a while longer."

"Why?"

Roddy exhaled. Faced with Sally's problem, he naturally would not say that the orcs would invade the northwest of the kingdom in the winter of 590. Even if there was no invasion, the kingdom would have a snow disaster that had not been seen in decades.

This blizzard that lasted for a month swept across the northwest of the kingdom. Everyone suffered extremely serious casualties because they were caught off guard. This resulted in the road being almost completely blocked. It is estimated that Sally would not find the way back then.

"Nothing, I suddenly thought that I might go to the southern part of the Kingdom during this period, and if I have the chance, I should be able to see you."

Thinking about his future plans in his mind, Roddy naturally thought about avoiding this natural disaster. He probably would transfer the leveling site to the south by the time, so he roughly told Sally his plan - but his casual words made Sally's originally a little disappointed mood improve suddenly...

"You said...really?"

"Huh?" Roddy raised her head when she asked so seriously. Seeing those eyes staring at her brightly, she nodded, "There should be a chance."

"So, that's it?"

Sally raised her palm, as if she had made a "swear" in the Jingyu Forest. Roddy blinked and felt that she couldn't keep up with her thinking. But seeing Sally's excited look, she felt that it was better not to offend her anymore, so she had to raise her hand...

Silly girl, it would be a blessing that the "Rose Cross" can take good care of yourself. It would be a big deal if you can take time to see me!

"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. Before leaving, you must drink a few more drinks with me!"

As soon as Sally's thoughts were gone, she immediately became happy and pulled Roddy straight towards the table, while Roddy, who was following her, looked bitter:

Mom, I can’t drink!

***************

September 22, early morning.

As the city of Hollier gradually returned to its original calm, a caravan was slowly sailing from the west into the vast "Cobb Forest".

Because cities and villages are separated by forests, and the roads contain many risks, in this era, the economies of various countries are basically in a state of "self-sufficiency". The number of caravans is not large, and most of the time they cannot make too much money - because in most cases, a large part of the so-called "profits" are spread over the hiring guards.

The caravan entering the forest at this time belonged to the "Jit Chamber of Commerce" and was considered an old commerce in the Iversta Territory. There were twenty-four people, fourteen of whom were mercenaries wearing weapons at their waists, and the remaining ten were members of the "Jit Chamber of Commerce" - but unlike other caravans or teams, this team could hardly hear the sound of conversation. If they followed the team, then the only thing that echoed in their ears was the friction between the wheels and the bearings and the boring echo of the collision between the armor and the weapons...

Apart from this, others can't see any difference between this team and an ordinary person, but if a normal person is allowed to follow the team, you will find an extremely abnormal phenomenon: everyone... including mercenaries and merchants, no look of fatigue appeared on their faces, and they never took a break during the journey, nor did they make fire and eat food for breakfast.

"As expected, the team should arrive in Hallier City on the 26th."

At this time, the person who spoke was the leader of the caravan. He sat in the only comfortable carriage in the team. His eyes were calm and calm. He seemed to be 45 or 6 years old, and he had a strong aura in his words. He had obviously been in the top position for a long time and was deeply cunning.

The deputy sitting opposite was a bald middle-aged man named Derby. After hearing the leader's words, he continued: "Magda, this mission was enough for me... You suddenly joined the team because of Lord Ansardin..."

"I owe him a favor. He feels that this kind of thing requires me to do double insurance, so I will repay him this favor."

Magda's tone was very cold, but he could hear it still felt a little dissatisfied. He raised his hand and picked up the parchment paper and looked at it, saying disdainfully: "The defensive power of the Duke's Mansion... are these guys?"

"Sir, according to the information reported by the eyeliner, the most difficult one should be these two knights. There happened to be a superintendent of the "Rose Cross" in the city and a bishop of the monastery. But if you are there, even if they do their best, they will probably overestimate their ability."

Although Derby's words were a bit flattering, it would be nothing wrong if he said objectively - because the one sitting in front of him was a powerful man who was known as the "Windler" in the Tasman Kingdom!

Magda, wearing ordinary clothes, closed his eyes slightly, as if recalling something, and said slowly after a moment: "Titus, Wellington... I remembered that fourteen years ago, they followed Angma to conquer the current southwest of Iversa. The two young men were of remarkable strength. Ansardin wrote a report to me at that time."

This statement naturally shows that his former status was much higher than Ansading.

"The report on their strength has been submitted, but obviously they are not too strong."

Derby flipped over the information in front of him, glanced at the strange-shaped weapon in the carriage, and looked involuntarily with a little awe.

But Magda was not interested in taking on his words, but looked at the parchment and sighed: "Fourteen years... How many fourteen years are there in the short life of mankind?"

He casually put the parchment aside, "The Russiflon family has existed for so long. I remember that I had seen their third head of the family at the beginning. Haha... More than two hundred years have passed, and everything is changing."

For an old monster like Magda who has lived for hundreds of years, glory and glory have become a passing cloud. After witnessing the rise and decline of each family, he has long lost interest in these relationships.

The eternal life commands that all emotions are difficult to maintain for a long time. Time has eroded everything. The only thing Magda is interested in now may be just pursuing a stronger power.

"Magda, Lord Ansardin hopes we will go to Kigh Town after the mission, and he seems to be going there in person in December..."

"I only helped him this time, and I was not interested in anything else."

“…Yes, sir.”

Derby quickly bowed his head.

"It's all the tricks of young people. I have to participate in the old bones like me. Ansardin has really... not made any progress over the years."

"Windler" Magda said, raising his hand and picking up the weapon that he always put beside him - his fingertips slashed across the bone-like surface, and then gently flicked the silver bowstring...

When this short bow with powerful magic was condensed into his hand, an ice-blue trace of light was cut across the entire bow.

In the history that humans have almost forgotten, Magda, the "Wind" had another terrifying title two hundred years ago -
Chapter completed!