Tralo City, Glady Fort.

The sun shines through the painted glass windows on the beautifully decorated room. The deep sky blue walls are dotted with bright and mottled golden colors. Two rows of tall and erect bookshelves are neatly placed on the two rows of tall and erect bookshelfs. The green wind orchids on the corner suddenly shake, as if they are waving their graceful bodies.

On a gray-brown ancient desk, paper documents were placed in messy place on it, and the geese holder was on the side, and black ink beads remained on the wet tip. It can be seen that it was still being used not long ago.

At this time, the doorman in the room was knocked by someone, and a low and respectful man's voice suddenly came.

"Sir, Lord Bukins is here."

"Please come in."

In the room, a magnetic voice responded.

The door quietly opened and a man shrouded in a gray cloak walked in.

"Sir Viscount, I'm here."

Bukins lowered his head and looked at a tall man with his back facing him in the distance.

"Do you already know what Algeron reported to me?"

Viscount Frant said without looking back.

"Yes." Bukins whispered.

"A mysterious pharmacist from outside, an alien swordsman from outside... I didn't expect that Algeron would bring me an unexpected 'surprise' at this time."

Viscount Frante shook his head and sighed.

"A troublesome surprise." Bukins said.

"Samur follows my order and is leading them. It seems that we need to entertain these guests who have come from afar." said Viscount Frant.

"What are the instructions of Lord Viscount?" said Bukins.

"I need you to always pay attention to the superior swordsman." Viscount Frant said.

"Don't you need to test?" Bukins said cautiously.

"No. We just need to observe in secret." Viscount Frant said. "Time will tell us all the answers."

"Sir Viscount, is this okay?" Bukins frowned and worriedly.

"So you'll have to work harder this time."

Frant turned around and looked at him with a smile on his weathered, handsome middle-aged face.

“Follow your orders.”

Bukins had no choice but to respond to this.

After Bukins left, Frant slowly sat on the chair in front of the desk. He picked up the quill that was standing beside him and looked at the paper on the table. There was only one sign at the end of the document.

Only he knew that this was a pattern representing the public opinion of the ancestors.

"Is it finally going to start?"

He looked at the contents on the file and murmured to himself for a long time.

...

If everything goes too normal and dull, then it will inevitably make people think deeply.

When Shalan and his group were greeted by Viscount Frant to Gladyborg, they were immediately received by Viscount Frant. After several weeks, everything seemed to be orderly and natural. It was so normal that it was difficult to be at ease.

No one doubts their identity. No one tests their identity. No one even stops their behavior... Xia Lan always feels a little incredible when she sees it.

Perhaps the only thing that makes him feel normal is to keep observing someone who is paying attention to them.

"We have to leave."

One evening, in a house specially arranged by Viscount Frant, the fire burned and warmly illuminated several figures on the sofa.

"Why? Winnie doesn't want to leave."

The petite figure curled up in a corner of the sofa immediately dissatisfied and opposed when he heard someone's words.

These days, Winnie, who was a maid on the outside, followed Pandillia and took the opportunity to learn a lot of knowledge from many senior pharmacists. Moreover, the experiment operations were basically completed by her secretly, which allowed her to accumulate and train a lot of alchemy experience. With sufficient material resources and the guidance of the senior pharmacist, she was confident that if she continued to stay, she could be completely promoted to senior pharmacist in less than a year.

Now that hateful man actually said he wanted to leave, how could she easily let it go?

"What's going on?"

Even in the room, Pandillia did not take off her hood. She looked at the man opposite her with a solemn expression and couldn't help feeling uneasy.

"Didn't you realize that everything seems too normal and calm since we see Viscount Frant?"

Xia Lan stared at the beating and burning flames in the fireplace and said, "And... Earl Heather's offensive against Diorda is gradually declining. It will probably not take long before winter comes. They will withdraw their troops, and at that time the White Frost Knights will probably be back."

"Are you worried that all this was Viscount Frant's intentional paralysis of us?" Pandillia mused.

"Yes, although I don't know what the purpose of Viscount Frant is, maybe we may know the answer after the White Frost Knight comes back, but everything will be too late by then." Xia Lan said lightly.

"Hey hey! Are you listening to me?"

When Winnie, who was standing beside her, she couldn't help but scream when she saw the two of them ignoring her.

"Shut up!"

Xia Lan looked at Winnie coldly.

"you--"

After seeing the other party's deep and cold eyes, Winnie swallowed the words to her mouth, and then let out a dissatisfied hum from her nose and turned her head.

"When will we leave?"

Pandillia gently pulled the edge of the hood, reached out to hold the hot tea soaked on the table and drank it in a sip.

"Before the return of the White Frost Knight." Xia Lan retracted her gaze from the fireplace and looked at the other party.

"In other words, we still have at least one month to stay?" Pandillia said after carefully calculating the days.

"Yes, I still need to investigate and understand some things during this period." Xia Lan said.

"What's the matter?" Pandillia asked immediately.

"A small thing."

After Xia Lan finished speaking, she had no extra explanation, and stood up and started walking towards the bedroom porch.

Looking at the man's gradually disappearing back, Pandillia sighed softly. No matter when, this man always dominated everything, and would not let them participate in anything. Even if they had doubts, they could only let it go in the end.

And Winnie, who is still furious on the side, is probably the best example.

"Winnie, are you still angry?"

Pandillia looked at Winnie, who was holding a square pillow in the corner of the sofa and her head was hanging down.

"Yes, because Winnie really doesn't want to leave here for the time being." Winnie poked her face and said aggrievedly: "But every time he doesn't pay attention to my thoughts, Winnie is really sad..."

"I thought Winnie was used to his style." Pandillia smiled.

"Of course not! It's just that it's hard for me to go against his decision." Winnie said with a troubled look.

"But sooner or later, Winnie will leave him." Pandillia said.

"I know."

Winnie hugged the square pillow in her arms and stared at the flames in the fireplace.

"I have a premonition that he will abandon me one day in the future."

"If Winnie has nowhere to go one day in the future, maybe you can come to me." Pandillia said with a little relaxed expression when she saw the other party accidentally revealing her true feelings.

"But, Pandillia, don't you have nowhere to go now?"
Chapter completed!