That girl once met him in a dream.

Although he only knows her name, Misu, so far, he thinks that her last name may be ancient and glorious, spread through the weathered time, narrated by a low and vicissitudes of voice.

Cadmus, the ancient admonition.

Her skin is bronze, the color of sand, like the neat braids of the setting sun, and there is a golden dragon flame hidden in her light gray eyes.

A horizontal war line painted between the bridge of her nose and cheeks, a mysterious brown color, exuding confidence and seriousness.

This is Istania's daughter.

Together with the familiarity between her brows and eyes, it evoked another shadow deep in his memory. A man who stood as tall as a spear and towered like a giant tower. It seemed to be an ancient imprint engraved in his blood.

Thirty years of time cannot be erased.

That is Mazak Cadmus, the current owner of Traveller's Rest.

Are they two brothers or sisters? Or siblings?

Fang Yu couldn't help but make a bold guess.

The only name left by the other party in that dream, Fang Plover looked at the young man with black curly hair, Luen Lincius.

So all the broken clues seemed to be connected in series.

The identity of the three people and the two mysteries of thirty years ago seemed to have reached the moment when the answer was revealed. Fang Yu was silent for a moment, and couldn't help but look at the only face he recognized among the three:

A staid, elderly knight with a serious face and meticulously combed silver hair. He held a sword in both hands and the armor on his body was old but brand new.

The present and past time seem to be like a gurgling moonlight, silently intersecting with each other in this dark room.

But the other party no longer recognized him. The older knight didn't even seem to see him. He only followed Misu into the office.

Fang Plover stood motionless on the spot, the three of them were like shadows, or the grace of time, the gravel of time, passing by him.

No entity.

Sylvide stood beside the maid, quietly watching this extremely magical scene under the moonlight.

Shesta's expressionless face couldn't help but move slightly.

The three of them never glanced at them from beginning to end. Their gazes just passed through Fang Plover, as if the latter did not exist at all, and landed directly on the desk.

There, there was only one brooch reflecting the moonlight, emitting a dim light.

Misu walked quietly to the desk and looked at it silently.

Her gaze seemed to have traveled through thirty years in the darkness, and overlapped with this small brooch in the same time and space thirty years later.

Then she stretched out her hand, as if wanting to pick up the brooch.

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and subconsciously wanted to remind him. He knew in his heart that this was ridiculous, but when this scene was played out in front of his eyes, he couldn't help but feel it.

A soft sound.

It's so subtle that if you don't listen carefully, you won't notice it at all.

But the girl simply picked up the brooch from the desk. She raised the brooch and pointed it at Yuehua, or everyone in the room.

Fang Yu looked at this scene in complete disbelief.

He subconsciously turned around and found that Sylvester also had an expression of shock and surprise.

The boundary between fantasy and reality blends

"Nicocol Bolas," the girl held up the brooch and whispered once more: "Father and brother did not lie to me, he really came back..."

"Miss Misu, what is this?"

"This is definitely a follower of the dark dragon. They have been planning to resurrect it here. We came too late," Misu frowned and held the brooch in his hand. He turned back and said to the others: "We must

Give this evidence to the rulers of Doliphon, this is your last chance!"

"But Count Hostings has already warned us. He told us not to cause trouble at the celebration." Rune scratched his hair: "Miss Miss, just a brooch can't explain anything. In addition, we last

Let’s leave this place as soon as possible, if we are discovered by Manluo’s people, we will be dead..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but shudder.

"Calm down, Rune," Misu glanced at him: "The people of Manlo have nothing to be afraid of. Even my ancestor Nicol Bolas once faced her and defeated her."

"But Lord Shude has the Fairy Holy Sword Jalapea, what do we have? We only have the Tianling Gai!" the young man said a little frantically.

He complained in a low voice: "I should never have agreed to let you go with my caravan, and now it has caused so many troubles! Miss Misu, I am still in the assessment period of the Kaolin Merchant Alliance, if I am

If they find out that I dare to do these things, my life and my family will be ruined!"

Mi Su sighed and Wen Yan comforted him: "Lu En, listen to me. I know your business is very important and you have a sick sister to take care of, but there are some things we can't compromise on. You and I

I said something about the dark dragon, you know what that means. Do you still remember what you said when you saw the bodies of those students? Your bravery and justice at that time were heartbreaking."

Lu En frowned, as if there was a fierce battle in his heart. He clenched his fists, then unclenched them, and took two steps back and forth in the office a little anxiously.

Misu looked at him and was helpless. She could only whisper: "I will protect your safety, Luen, I swear."

"Miss Misu," Lu En shook his head: "I'm not afraid of death. I'm just worried that we are doing meaningless things and end up getting ourselves involved in vain."

Misu was also silent for a moment. She tightened the brooch in her hand and said, "You have to try, because there is still a glimmer of hope. I promise you, Lu En, if it is really impossible, I will take everyone away decisively."

.”

"Is there really any hope, Miss Misu? I always feel that we have been going around in circles these past few weeks? Those guys must be targeting us. I always feel that things will get worse and worse if this goes on."

"There is still hope."

Misu looked at him and nodded firmly.

Lu En was stunned for a long time, sighed, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I believe you, Miss Misu. I entrust myself to you."

He shook his head and muttered something.

Fang Yu stood aside and heard clearly.

The young man murmured: "...those students died in front of me. I really can't convince myself that all this is right and natural. If I turn a blind eye, Miss Misu, I can't tell my sister calmly.

What happened is that my brother is not very capable, but she at least hopes that I can distinguish right from wrong and be someone she can be proud of."

"Thank you, Rune."

Misu gave the young man a gentle look.

At this time, the older knight had already walked around the office, his keen eyes stopping here and there for a moment and then moving away, as if he was looking for something.

When he reached the other side of the desk, he suddenly raised his head and said to the two of them: "Come and take a look at this."

He picked up the roster.

Misu picked up the list and flipped through it, then closed it with a solemn expression: "This is undoubtedly the order and date of the sacrificial ceremony. The closest one is tomorrow. These people are already crazy."

"Judging from the list, Menluo's people have begun to do whatever it takes. If he continues like this, he will soon lose his temper." The older knight shook his head: "But this is not a good sign."

"They did this only if they were absolutely sure," Misu looked at the list again and said with a sad expression: "We are late. I didn't expect that the Dragon's Golden Eyes were not destroyed, but my ancestors..."

She shook her head vigorously and said with great struggle: "Mr. Hagston has no reason to lie to him. There is no way he wouldn't have discovered it, but I don't know why. If Nicol Bolas is resurrected, all efforts will be in vain."

It’s all in vain”

"Let's take care of the present first," the older knight said steadily: "Lord Joshua may have his own considerations, or maybe he trusts his companions too much. Who would have thought that Sir Hagston would be blinded by greed?

Where are your eyes?"

He looked at the list.

"But this list at least illustrates another problem, that is, there is another ceremony that has not been held yet. I don't know much about the dark dragon. Let's see if there are any other opportunities that we can take advantage of, Miss Misu?

"

"Thank you, Mr. Dict, you are right, I am too anxious." Misu took a deep breath and nodded: "Fortunately, I have you and Lu En. I really don't know what to do if I am alone.

It’s better to do it.”

"You're welcome, all righteous colleagues are our friends," the knight replied with a straight face: "May the light of Marlan and the sword of the brave always be with you."

Misu nodded, and then looked at the roster carefully again, and then she frowned slightly as the two of them looked at her.

She turned to a page, her expression changed slightly, and she immediately turned forward. Whenever she found what she wanted to find, she took out the list and put it on the table.

Fang Plover watched silently.

Before and after, there are exactly twelve copies in total.

The one at the top, the eye-catching name on the list, was that of a somewhat weak girl. He seemed to recall her slightly awkward and nervous look, and told him that her name was Shizu.

She is the daughter of a pottery workshop owner.

thirty years ago

"So that's it," Misu's frown relaxed: "I understand, I think I have figured out what exactly happened here!"

The two looked at her and hurriedly asked: "What happened?"

"It's not good news." Misu shook his head with a heavy face.

"First of all, it is certain that the Golden Eye of the Dragon was severely damaged in the battle between Nicol Bolas and my ancestor. The folk legend that my ancestor blinded one of Nicol Bolas's Golden Eyes is actually not groundless."
To be continued...