Hearing Hragor's answer, Modir pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked in a low voice: "I suddenly became a little curious... Have I really been to this place in a long, long time ago, at a certain period I had forgotten?"

Hragor looked at Modir's eyes and nodded softly after a long time: "Yes, you have visited Tarrond - although you have not stepped directly into this land."

Modir opened his eyes slightly: "So did the curse I was left here?"

"I'm afraid not," Hragor slowly shook his head, "at least from the clues already available, your condition was still normal until you left the land-and it was normal for a long time after that."

Modir was silent, not knowing what he was thinking. After almost half a minute, he raised his head again: "Is it impossible to tell me about this part of the matter? For example, it involves the secrets of Tallond, or points to something that "cognition can be threatened"? If it is the latter, I can understand it. After all, I have been traveling abroad for so many years... I have always been exposed to some strange things."

"Yes," Hragor nodded, "We can't discuss this matter in detail now - mainly because I'm not sure about the risks behind it. But if our work has made some progress, I will contact you as soon as possible."

"I believe this very much," Modir finally smiled again, then he let out a soft sigh, turned his head to look at the exit of the room, "Then let's stop here, it's time for me to go back and meet my companions."

"Are you still going to go back to the Adventurer Camp?" Hragor's face looked a little surprised. "I mean... As a legendary wizard, you don't actually need to perform those tasks in the Adventurer Camp. I can arrange a place for you in New Argondor. Although Tallond is now in difficult conditions, at least in the core areas, we can still provide more comfortable and considerate conditions."

Modir thought for a while and said with a smile: "Forget it - staying in a land full of unknowns and opportunities, but not taking risks and exploring at will. No matter how comfortable and thoughtful living conditions are, it is not a good thing for an adventurer. I prefer to stay with Lora and others in the adventurer camp. Even when I don't go out, I can hear countless novel and interesting stories from the mouths of the adventurer, which is even more interesting to me."

"...I respect your choice," Hragor nodded slightly, "Then please let yourself go - but if you suddenly remember something or need any help, you can contact me at any time through any dragon clan servant in the Adventurer Camp - I have already greeted them."

...

After leaving the big house and returning to the distribution point of the temporary camp in the Crystal Hills, Modir saw Lola who was swaying around the protective door and several familiar adventurers at first sight. The old mage showed a little smile on his face, took a big step and walked towards the other side. Lola and the others quickly noticed Modir's approaching and met them one after another.

"Are you back on patrol?" After getting closer, Modir looked at Rola curiously and asked casually.

"We've all been back for a while," said the young hunter with a smile. "You've been there for quite a while-what has the camp commander talked to you?"

"It's true that a long time has passed..." Modir murmured to himself thoughtfully, then waved his hand indifferently, "I didn't talk about anything, I just asked about my origin and talk about the Lord of Fire Elements. Everything else is gone."

"That's all?" The two-handed swordsman in the team - the one who was pushed out by Modir for more than 100 layers of shields - suddenly showed a clear look of disappointment on his face, "I thought I could hear some 'internal arrangements'..."

The druid on the side patted his shoulder casually: "Hey, it doesn't make much difference if you can't hear it. Anyway, if you drink two more glasses in the future, you'll have arranged it..."

The adventurers were just having fun, and a few teammates who were already familiar with each other started to laugh. However, Hunter Lola did not participate. She noticed keenly that the old mage's current situation seemed a little wrong. After hesitating, she couldn't help but ask: "Mr. Modir, are you... okay? I think you look bad."

"My face?" Modir was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously patted his cheek, "I'm fine... But maybe I'm a little tired. Alas, after all, I'm an older person, and I can't compare with you young people..."

As the old man finished speaking, the adventurers around him looked stranger one after another. The strong, two-handed swordsman subconsciously looked at Modir's old and hunched body. To be fair, based on what he had been with in recent days, the two-handed swordsman could not guarantee anything else. At least he could be sure that he could go back to bed for a week even if he had fought with this old man for three rounds. If both sides let go of their hands and feet, he would be confident that he would spray the old man with blood in one round... Is such a legendary magician not considering the emotions of others when he sighed in life?

Rora's eyes were always on Modir's face, who had now completely returned to normal, but she firmly believed that she had read it right just now - for a short period of time, she clearly saw Modir's eyes with a trance of out-of-focus, as if his soul had left, and the remaining body was completely driven by instinct to talk, which reminded her of the undead she encountered in a deserted underground palace in her early years... Of course, the ugly and rotten walking corpse looked completely different from the flesh-and-blood old mage in front of her. What she had produced was a "feeling", a feeling that only she could understand.

However, the old mage had completely recovered, and the strange feeling no longer existed. The young hunter blinked and could no longer find any clues, so he could only deny his judgment.

Maybe I just read it wrong.

...

Hragor watched Modir leave the room, feeling the other person's breath gradually moving away, then he waved his hand gently, and a series of slight clicks came from the door not far away. After the door lock was completely closed, some dragon-language runes that were originally hidden on the door, on the wall, on the roof and on the floor gradually emerged, and under the light, there were mysterious and changing lights.

The former dragon priest carefully observed the status of each rune before he showed a slightly relieved look. Then he came to a light golden columnar device placed in the corner of the wall and activated the energy cycle inside the device. A few squeaking noises came from the inside of the equipment that had just been repaired. The crystal-covered surface covered by the upper half finally condensed a clear image - Andal, in the form of a dragon, appeared in the picture, with his huge head facing this side, and a glimmer of light flashing in the dark red mechanical eyes.

Hragor frowned slightly: "Is there something wrong with your body?"

"Don't worry, I'm in good condition," Andal nodded slightly, "but I need to release the body and manually check the situation of these ancient implants. After all, although the old antiques I use do not rely on the omega system to operate, they have actually been running for too long. I don't want these old things to be in any state at this critical time."

Then the old ancient black dragon shook his head and lowered his head to look at Hragor: "Let's not talk about me here for now. How is your situation there? Have you ever contacted that mage Modir?"

"I've been in contact, the situation is a bit complicated," Hragor nodded, "his memory and mental state are not right. In addition to not being able to remember his complete name and origin, he also has a confused memory of his adventure career. It can be preliminarily ruled out that his memory was deleted at one time - this should be a long-term, internal disorder."

Andal was silent for a moment and whispered: "It sounds like... you didn't confirm in person that he was Modir Wilder?"

"There is no way to confirm. He doesn't remember at all. Even if he takes out some of the chapters in Modir's travelogue, he doesn't have any impression," Hragor shook his head, but then changed his subject, "But... I think he is."

"... When we suddenly learned the name he registered on the Adventurers' Directory, you and I directly recalled Melita's report - although we also suspected that it was just a duplicate name at the first time, there were too many coincidences, too many to ignore," Andal's voice was low, "In Loren Continent, 'Legend' is a rare group, traversing the history of tens of thousands of years, there may not be a second legend among humans named 'Modir', and he was also an adventurer who visited Tarrond in order to pursue some kind of 'lost thing'..."

"The only problem is that humans cannot live for six centuries - Modir Wilder should have died six hundred years ago."

"There is no way for humans to lift up seven hundred years after their death - but this kind of thing happened," Andal shook his head. "There are not so many 'confirm' things in this world, especially when it comes to extraordinary realms."

"I agree with you, and that's one of the reasons why I dare to judge that it is Modir Wilder," Hragor said slowly, and then suddenly changed his subject. "At this point, I discovered something in the process of contacting that 'adventurer'."

Andal's mechanical prosthetic eye immediately contracted: "What did you find?"

"After reading part of the content of Modir's Travels and hearing the surname Wilder from me, he quickly fell into a state of confusion in his mind. The whole process lasted less than a minute. Then he forgot what had just happened and no longer remembered the contents of the travels. His memory went back to before I took out the travels," Hragor described in detail what had just happened. "At the same time, I observed that his soul's stability had dropped sharply. In order to prevent accidents, I did not try again."

"...I fell into chaos after hearing the last name? And then I lost my memory?" Andal's tone suddenly became serious, "It sounds...it reminds me of the dead."

"Yes, it reminds of the undead, but it is not completely consistent - he at least knows that his name is Modir, and the undead is completely impossible to remember his name. In addition, once the undead has a soul backlash, the consequences are not just as simple as confusion in thinking and temporary amnesia," Hragor nodded, "Modir is a living flesh and blood body. I can be sure of this. He is alive, but is not right. I prefer that his soul has suffered very serious trauma. This trauma failed to kill him, but imprisoned part of his 'life essence' in a state of immortality - this is probably one of the reasons why he can wander in the world for a whole six hundred years."

Listening to Hragor's judgment, Andal fell into thinking for a short time and broke his silence a few minutes later: "What about the detection of 'pollution'? Is there any pollution factor detected?"

Hragor's eyes swept through the shining runes everywhere in the room again, and after pondering for a moment, he shook his head: "There was no pollution detected - no matter whether it was other spiritual pollution from the gods or specific pollution pointing to the 'anti-tide', there was no residual reaction. Modir was just a mortal with a weird living state."

"...but I'm still not relieved," Andal sighed softly, "He had entered that tower, and it was related to our former gods... Although from the clues of that year, Modir Wilder was not polluted by the anti-tide when he left Tallond, you know the special nature of that tower - even our former gods cannot interfere with what happened in that tower."

The room was temporarily quiet, and after a moment, Andal spoke again: "What decision do you have?"

"That tower has made me more and more uneasy lately," Hragor said in a deep voice, "and this uneasiness is becoming stronger after the emergence of the adventurer Modir.

"I think we should contact Gowen Cecil, at least let the Cecil Empire know the existence of the adventurer - the descendants of the Wilder family over there may have a way to verify their ancestors. At the same time, we can also discuss with Gowen about the Tower of Tide and see what the human emperor, who is also good at dealing with gods, have the idea. Finally..."

When Hragore said this, his expression stopped slightly strangely, and he seemed quite hesitant. However, Andal guessed what the former dragon priest was thinking. He raised his head slightly, and a dim red light flashed in Mechanical Eye's eyes: "You can also ask... what 'Ms. Enya's opinion on this matter."

Hragor sighed softly: "Although the current 'Ms. Enya' is just a residual human aggregate, at least her memory inheritance is very complete, and we should ask."

...

On the northern border of the Cecil Empire, the seaside city "North Port" is ushering in the bright sunshine at noon. The thin waves hit the wave defense facilities outside the port. The majestic bow of the "Winter" pointed high towards the sky. This huge sea fortress docked smoothly at the edge of Pier No. 1 in the military zone. At the front of its upper deck, Byron, wearing a naval cloak, took a step forward, staring at the familiar city and coast, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

"This is really a 'far door'," he muttered, "I don't know if the girl at home misses me..."

A low growl from the sky interrupted his self-talk. Byron looked at the sky in the sound. In the bright light shining from the huge sun, he saw the red dragon's figure passing by the clouds and hovering over the city. Amid the dragon's unique majesty roar, the red dragon wearing mechanical armor seemed to be greeting the cold winter number on the dock.
Chapter completed!