Emily has little experience in fighting against the mage. In the war, her role is similar to a powerful trencher. No matter where she goes, there is a team of soldiers who follow her. This group of people doesn't have to do anything. Protecting Emily is a great achievement. In her private adventure career, she also follows powerful warriors, Lyon, Christina, and Flint, who are not a good player who is alone.

She really lacks confidence to fight with an elf wizard who can get into everyone's dreams and doesn't know how old she has lived. If it weren't for Oria and Maya who jointly proved that the mage was the mastermind of the previous Green Skin Investiture War, she wouldn't find a reason to challenge her unfathomable colleagues.

Maybe I should persuade him to surrender and go to the capital to explain the causes and consequences. If it were just the unilateral remarks of Orpheia, she could still have a fantasy, but Maya also came out to testify, and Emily would have no choice but to bring Kellandil to justice.

The prisoner's house is easy to find. Even without Ophelia as the guide, a house painted with red paint is simply a beacon in the dark night in the decadent tones with gray and green. It is entirely due to this new house, and the girl statue in the square is a bit angry. Considering the possible battle to happen next, Emily ignored the girls' begging and firmly left them in the dry and dusty pond at the foot of the statue.

Sarah was a brave girl who survived so many hardships, but even she was trembling with great despair. Her desperate eyes clearly believed that Emily had abandoned them. The conversation between the mistress and the poet was believed to be true by the girls, which made the female wizard's good-sounding sound helpless. Some girls cried sadly, making the situation even more uncontrollable.

It was all my fault for Dandrian, who was so idiot. Emily glared at the poet fiercely and suddenly had an idea in her mind.

"I want to ask you to stay with the girls."

Emily didn't think a singer could help, and Dandrian agreed deeply. He held the hilt of the sword and jumped into the pond. With a man around him, even a playboy who was good at lip service, the girls felt a little relieved.

"Hold this." Emily took out a beautifully shaped cane from her shoulder bag, and a ruby ​​was embedded at the tip.

Dandrian hesitated and didn't answer it. He had never seen anything like that, let alone use it. Not only Frank, but many people in the empire still regard magic as a skill to collude with demons, and thus extended the superstition that they would be dragged to hell.

"Hold it!" Emily forced the poet to send it to the poet and taught him the command to start the password.

The chances of success of using magic props by non-spellcasters are very small. She just gives Dandrian courage and does not expect the poet to do anything. No matter how simple the activation command is, it is a profound and complex language. It doesn't work if it is pronounced incorrectly, and it will even have a counterproductive effect. Emily has no other way. Klaus proves how capable he is, and the mistress and Maya can also help. The female mage needs as much help as possible to win the next magic battle.

Farewell to the crying girls, Emily and her companions walked towards the Elf Mage's mansion and made a break for the trip.

After the initial shock, the quarantine officer Elgun was not stupid enough to stand there. He immediately ran out of the arsenal to lock the door, and ordered the guard not to open it no matter what sound he heard. Although the guard was confused, he still obeyed the orders of his superiors. The quarantine officer jumped on his horse and headed straight for the Rangers' garrison.

The so-called Rangers are a border guard that includes archers, cavalry, infantry, rangers, and mages, enough to deal with any threat. In the peaceful era when young people in the Eternal Forest were busy dating and complaining about pet cats staining their beds, this army had seen blood and knew what it was outside the barrier. They were always vigilant and ready to defend the elves' only remaining home.

The Rangers were stationed in the suburbs and the arsenal was in the city. When something happened, he was forced to gallop in the city and finally arrived before the moon climbed onto the branches. In fact, the bronze mirror had not been lit for a long time, and like an old man who had returned to the sky, he returned to silence again in a short while. Even though Eld had to pluck it up, he did not respond.

He came to the Rangers for help with the risk of being regarded as a fool. Facing the inquiring gatekeeper, El had just hesitated. On the way he came, he suspected that he was dazzled, so the quarantine officer made up a reason and said that he wanted to discuss some issues with the mage on duty.

The inexplicable doorman pointed out the direction for the ulterior motives of the quarantine officer and returned to his post. The Eternal Forest has been in peace for a long time, and the etiquette of the doorman is even more powerful. The Ranger did not even wear armor.

The mage lived a life of being alone, and this was no exception. The quarconian knocked on the door and retreated outside to wait for him out of courtesy. He heard that he was a woman, and no matter how anxious he was, he had to leave time for the other party to dress. El had just walked four times outside before the door opened.

The quartermaster raised his head, complained and even felt uneasy, and he took off his hat and placed it on his chest, paying tribute to the beautiful silver-haired woman.

The magical bloodline is not only as simple as sudden fire in the palm, but also has a certain impact on appearance. In some extreme examples, some elves have a pair of golden eyes that are unseen, while others have white hair, which looks like an expelled traitor. For the sake of hair color, Siyuwara has been ridiculed many times. Fortunately, she will be a trick of fire-breaking discharge and is not physically bullied. As for spirituality, she doesn't like to communicate with people anyway.

When the girl comes out and becomes a graceful girl, the man’s view of her has changed. Almost all women in the Eternal Forest have gold-like hair colors. Over time, they will inevitably fall into aesthetic fatigue.

The appearance of a silver-haired beauty greatly satisfyed the male's curiosity, and the identity of the mage added to her mystery. Siyuwara never took her suitor seriously, and the female mage would not forget what the boys called her when they were young.

White rats, or more unpleasant, white spiders, use this to express their despise of aliens and legendary traitors.

She just wanted to do business with the men and then send them out of their sight quickly. However, the quarantine had enough reason to attract Siyuwara's attention, and she never expected that the thing would move again.

No matter who is the person who made it, the magic props themselves have very simple functions. The wand is used to attack, while the magic mirror is used to transmit voice for thousands of miles, or to teleport through such props.

"It's right for you to come to me, Mr. Elgon." The female mage of course knew what that mirror could do, but she didn't expect that there was someone who could connect with the Eternal Forest in the distance.

For the same reason, Siyuvala did not make any statement. She cared more about her professional reputation than Elgun.
Chapter completed!