In fact, it took less than a dozen seconds, but in Zuo Rong's subjective feelings, it was as slow as a century.

Finally, the "tentas" wrapped around the girl's ankle was released, and the slender calves were no longer bound, and she was free.

Zuo Rong pushed her upwards.

But the little girl still held his arm.

Zuo Rong wanted to shout "Let go," but he couldn't. After all, it was hard to hear him shouting in the water, and he had to keep the air in his lungs so that he wouldn't float up later.

Suddenly, a pair of small hands grabbed his upper arm. With a force, he didn't move much, but the little girl was pulled in front of him by the reaction force. Both of them put their foreheads on, and at such a close distance, they finally saw each other's eyes clearly.

Both of them were very anxious.

The little girl wanted to take him up, for fear that he would get deeper and deeper.

Zuo Rong raised one wrist with some difficulty, letting the girl see that her wrist was also entangled.

Seeing this, the little girl was stunned.

Zuo Rong pushed her hard again. This time, the girl did not hug him anymore, but just rose to the water blankly...

Then he didn't have time to look at her again. After all, Zuo Rong didn't want to drown here, and he didn't want to be dragged to somewhere by this suspicious magic "tenta". He was about to do it as he did, but when he took another bite, his movement suddenly stopped.

The "tenta" wrapped around his wrists, but before he was bitten, he actually let go of it.

Zuo Rong slowly floated upwards...

He still tried hard to open his eyes, always alert, in case something strange emerged from the shadow of the riverbed.

He didn't know why that strange "tenstele" appeared and how it disappeared. Since that was the case, he certainly couldn't let it go.

———

On the river bank and in the woods, Du Yalan, wearing a wizard robe, leaned against the tree trunk, her eyes closed.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, sighed, and murmured to herself: "Have you actually escaped... It's all because of that young man, it's so strange."

Du Yalan took out the letter paper from her pocket and glanced at it again.

The letter paper was found from the woman who committed suicide on the dock by the river not long ago.

The paper reads in slightly sloppy handwriting: [Dear magician, no matter which magician you are, when you see this, I must have died. I am the last survivor of the Secret Church. The last revelation we received is self-destruction. Dorna is not a formal member of the church, so I think, maybe I can hand her over to you. I'm sorry for your attention to us for so long, but you have gained nothing.]

Although it ends with ‘Sorry’, Du Yalan seems to be able to hear a banter echo from the lines. It is as if the other party is saying--'Even if you are countless times stronger than us, you will not be able to catch us, and it is impossible for one of them to do so.'

She put away the letter paper, turned her head and looked at the riverside, and saw the young man and the little girl supporting each other and climbing up the river bank.

Du Yalan thought for a long time and watched the two people disappear in the other direction of the woods, covering them by the overlapping trees.

She sighed, drove the magic and slowly flew off the ground.

After crossing the canopy, she did not continue to raise the height, but instead identified a certain direction and flew out.

Compared to the carriage on the ground, the magician flying in the air was faster. As for the fool's ship drifting with the river, of course, it was even less able to compete with her.

So not long after, Du Yalan found the destination.

This is an orphanage located outside the town.

Before she could land, an old woman with a cane walked out and waited at the gate of the yard.

The old woman was hunched over, wearing a simple but spotless gray robe, with wrinkles on her face, and her hair was already snow-white. Her body was covered with traces of erosion from time to time, but only those eyes were as bright as a child.

Du Yalan fell in front of the old woman and joked: "Lao He, is it counting that I'm coming again?"

The old woman named Lao He smiled, and her face squeezed deep pleats. The sounds in her teeth that were leaking were also quite dull and dry: "Sister Yalanta, when did you come here?"

Du Yalan: "Then do you calculate why I came here?"

Lauhe shook his head.

Du Yalan was slightly stunned: "Your divination technique can't even calculate this?"

Lauhe frowned deeply: "I saw the disturbance...uncomprehensible, very difficult to understand strange variables."

Du Yalan thought and pondered without saying a word.

———

Little Duna looked at the young man beside her and always felt that her side face seemed familiar.

Of course, more importantly, just now, this elder brother saved himself in the water. This brought a considerable sense of security to the little girl who was confused after her memory. At least now she understood that if she encountered danger again, this elder brother would definitely help.

But this big brother is really strange...

It sounds strange to just "Zuo Rong". In this world, there seem to be very few names with such pronunciations.

His clothes were also very strange. He had never seen this style and the material that touched him.

But Xiao Duna still followed him obediently, walked across the shallows of the river bank and into the woods.

Zuo Rong suddenly said, "There is a benefit for us to jump into the river. Even if we go to the next town, we will not be excluded. Because we did not come off the ship of fools, we will not be regarded as madmen or patients."

Little Duna nodded, without saying a word, but just lowered her head silently and walked forward.

But as she walked, she couldn't help but hold her arms and her shoulders shrank. Even so, she still trembled slightly... There was no way. It was summer yet, and the weather was already cooler, and she had just soaked in the river water, and her whole body was soaked, so she naturally felt even colder.

Zuo Rong suddenly stopped and said, "Let's make a fire and dry your body."

Little Duna also stopped, looked at him, and nodded silently.

Zuo Rong clapped his hands like a kindergarten teacher and smiled: "Let's find something suitable for making fire now. The dry branches, leaves, and dead grass are all the better. Let's look for it first and collect it."

Little Duna still nodded silently.

Zuo Rong bent down and looked at her and asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

Little Duna shook her head.

Zuo Rong suddenly stretched out his hand and touched her head.

The force of touching his head was very gentle. After a few touches, he grabbed his fingers slightly, allowing the soft white hair to go around his fingertips.

For Xiao Duna, this feeling seemed to have never been seen in her impression. She squinted her eyes gently and rubbed her head against the palm of her elder brother.

Zuo Rong couldn't help laughing, with a comfortable look on his face as if he was stroking a kitten.
Chapter completed!