"owl?"

Sikape waited for a long time before he dared to come out of the crowd and approach the person sitting in the third position.

The man was wearing a thick coat, making it difficult for people to tell his identity from his back. He heard Sikape's voice and turned around. But what was revealed in front of the latter was a slightly strange face.

"Mr. Owl was stared at by those people," it was a young face, pale skin, slightly curly hair, gray-green pupils, showing obvious characteristics of Slavs, "Miss Scape, we have met in the past, do you remember in Liege?"

Sikape calmed down.

"Are you the sender at that time?"

The young man nodded:

"The leader told you to try not to contact each other, I was the one who delivered the letter at that time."

"Yes, I recognize you," Scape replied, "How is he like, the leader?"

"He's very good, but he's very busy lately and it may take some time to contact us."

"I understand what he means."

Sicape turned around and looked outside through the advertisements of light and shadow on the transparent curtain wall of the restaurant. This is the busiest area of ​​the airport, and the incoming personnel passing through several artificial trests are constantly flowing, especially since this month, the frequency of arrivals of freight and passenger spacecraft has increased significantly.

She looked at it silently for a moment before turning back and asked, "Will the Owl come?"

"Yes, Miss Scape," replied the young man a little cautiously. "In fact, it is better to shorten the time we meet." He said, looking at the time displayed on his personal terminal.

Sikape looked at the other party's eyes and was silent for a while before asking, "Is the news provided by the owl true?"

"The staff member who died in the airport not long ago, the snake head, is really related to that matter..."

...

When Fang Yu went out, he saw the magic swordsman boy in his team walking up from the turn of the stairs. The other party held a wooden box in both hands, and walked slowly. He hurriedly stopped it, pointed to the box and asked, "What is that?"

The box looked down at his box and replied, "A sword."

"A sword?"

The box looked exactly like this and nodded.

“Born?”

"No, someone gave it."

"Someone gave it to you?" Fang Yu was a little surprised, but he was more suspicious and asked subconsciously: "Who is it?"

The box stopped, thought about it carefully, and finally remembered the name, "Istria," he confirmed it carefully again: "Istria."

Fang Yu patted his forehead and realized that asking this was a waste of time, "I mean the other party's identity."

"It seems like the owner of a bakery."

"So a bakery owner gave you a sword?"

"Yes."

"So what did you help him?"

The box thought about it for a while and felt that it had never helped the other party, so he shook his head.

"..." Fang Yu was completely confused now. He assumed that the box had completed a commission and received a reward, which was understandable. But what is the reason now? They were new to this place and were not familiar with the place. Why did the other party give the box a sword for no reason?

"So this bakery just opened today. Is this an opening and reward event?"

The box shook his head, "No."

Fang Rong had no hope in her mind. After all, who would be confused? The bakery's opening rewards would use swords as gifts?

"That's the bakery owner you know?"

The box shook his head again, "I don't know you."

"Okay," Fang Yu sighed and pointed to the box, "Let me see this sword."

The box was not refused. He opened the lid and the wooden box was covered with silver elf silk. A thin sword lay flat on it. The sword was about the length of an arm, with a scabbard, and the whole body was dark. The hollowed-out cage handle was as exquisite as a work of art.

Fang Zhu was a little surprised. Not to mention the sword itself, just talking about the elf silk laying in the wooden box is very precious. It is an ancient skill unique to the elves. They are only produced from Evan Quinn and the giant tree hills in the south.

He would not make the mistake of buying a box and returning a bead. The things used to cushion the sword are so expensive. How extraordinary will the sword itself be? Of course, it is not ruled out that someone deliberately creates such an illusion, but if it is so, it seems a bit unnecessary.

Because what is the reason for the other party to do this?

He originally thought it was a clumsy scam, but now it seems that the cost of this scam is a bit high. Just the cost does not mean that it is not a scam, and it is also possible that the other party's plot is greater. Fang Yu asked himself that he was not a conspiracy theorist, but after suffering so much loss, he always had to be a little vigilant.

He couldn't help but walk to the stairs and look down, fearing that a team of guards would suddenly appear, saying that they had stolen the heirlooms of a certain nobleman and so on.

But there were people coming and going in the hall. Although the voices were noisy, there seemed to be no commotion. Several knights from the Crow Claw Temple questioned the guests there - but they were there early in the morning, so there was no abnormality.

Fang Yu walked back and asked the box again: "Have you ever used this sword?"

He was a little suspicious of what curse item it was.

The box thought for a while and replied, "I can't use it."

"What's the meaning?"

"The sword is rusted, I can't pull it out."

"Rusted?" Fang Yu seriously doubted this statement. He could not see that the well-maintained sword seemed to be rusted no matter what. He picked up the sword and pulled it hard, but it did not move at all. The blade seemed to be stuck in the scabbard.

Fang Yu raised the sword and looked around. But he would never think that it was because the sword was rusted like a box. This was mostly because the sword was subjected to some kind of magic, and only a specific person could pull it out of the scabbard.

Just like the famous holy sword, Morning Light, only people with three royal blood, or those who are recognized as sword guarding can pull it out.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! But after checking for a while, he couldn't find one, so he had to put the sword back. For some reason, he accidentally remembered what Silver told him not long ago - the magic sword that the Klevo family and their generations protected.

But he shook his head immediately, of course he would not think that there is any connection between this sword and the magic sword at the moment. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? After walking around the box, he was given a legendary magic sword for no reason?

Even the most bizarre novels are not dared to write them like this.

If this is true, he couldn't help but wonder if there was a huge conspiracy behind this. But Fang Yu couldn't figure it out for the time being. This might be just a coincidence. Similar adventures have happened in Aitalia.

It is possible that the indigenous people just give you a good thing simply to please you. After all, different people have different personalities, and some people are so unique. Fang Yu can only sigh that people are really different from each other, and some people are favored by God.

He covered the box and said to the box: "If you can't use it for the time being, put it away and don't let too many people see it."

He had other things for the time being, and he could not waste it for too long. Although the origin of this sword was doubtful, he could not separate himself from the bottom of it for a while and could only deal with it in this way for the time being. He could not throw the sword away because of some doubts. The Seven Seas Brigade was not timid enough.

What's more, the magic sword that has the ability to designate its master - whether it is a magic sword or not, it is absolutely extraordinary.

To his advice, the box nodded only.

Watching the box slowly walk towards his room. The winter sun was pouring in from the window on the other end of the corridor, passing through the boy's shoulders, leaving only a faint shadow on the wooden floor, Fang Yu couldn't help but sigh at the simplicity.

But he forgot that he had always been like this.

After saying goodbye to the box, he walked downstairs to the hall, Luo Hao walked towards him, "He left," he said, and stuffed a note into Fang Yu's hand without any trace. "You're going down a little slower than I think. Did you see the box?"

Fang Zhu nodded, and he set his eyes on the Crow Claw Knights in the hall. They were very low-level knights, with no gray feather shawls on their shoulders and no crow feathers on their helmets. They were whispering to question the hotel owner, actually just wanting to ask for some free wine to drink.

"Someone gave a box a sword," he replied, "I asked about the situation. The sword was a bit extraordinary, at least a magic sword."

"Magic Sword?" Luo Hao showed some unexpected expression, "Is it the box he was holding just now?"

Fang Yu nodded. "Let's not talk about this for now, let's talk about this. What happened just now?"

Luo Hao also turned around and looked at the Crow Claw Knights and said, "It is not convenient to talk here, let's talk as we go." He said as he walked forward, until he walked out of the Crow Claw Knights' sight and came to the entrance of the stairs, and then turned around again, "The Crow Claw Knights want us to cooperate with their investigation, and they seem to want you and Silvede to go to their church."

"That's impossible," Fang Yu shook his head straight, and refused without thinking. "I always doubt that they had any intentions for Silvede. We must not obey their orders. Besides, we have not yet distinguished whether these people are enemies or friends." He said, and he couldn't help but think of the scene yesterday afternoon. "Besides, we don't plan to stay here for too long, maybe we will leave this place tomorrow."

"I feel this way, too," Luo Hao replied: "It's better for us to deal with these people less."

Fang Yu raised his right hand, held the note he had stuffed him not long ago in his hand, and asked, "What is this?"

"That's why I asked you to come down," Luo Hao was walking up the stairs, and then turned around and replied: "After the Crow Claw Knights left, a strange person came to me and told me that his 'master' knew us and he had something to hand over to you."

"Leave it to me?" Fang Yu was a little surprised.

"It's you, he named him, otherwise I wouldn't leave this unknown thing," Luo Hao replied, "He said, 'This note is handed over to the respected Mr. Ed. My master once met him. He knows what you are investigating. If you want to know more, please see what it is on the note."

Fang Yu was stunned for a moment, thinking that there would be someone who would recognize him in this place. He felt instinctively uneasy first, but he quickly calmed down, and then opened the note in his hand and started reading. If the person who came was an enemy but not a friend, then the person who came should not be a note, but a large number of enemies.

The other party uses such a mysterious and mysterious way, either they are not enemies, or they have any requests from them, or there is a possibility of cooperation between the two parties.

When the other party said he had met him, Fang Yu couldn't help but think about the people he had met in his mind. Who would have met him in this way?

There are only a few lines of short text on the open note:

‘If you want to know what happened in this place, what kind of secrets are hidden by the people of the Crow Claw Temple, this evening, after the sun completely sinks into the horizon, I will send someone to meet you. Follow him, He will bring you to me, and here you will find what you want-'

Fang Yu took the note that had neither signed nor signed, and was stunned for a moment. It said that someone would be sent to see them, but he did not say what the person who came was like, nor how did the two parties get in touch, and how did they make sure that the person who came was really the person sent by the other party?

He couldn't help but look at Luo Hao and said, "This is certainly not a prank?"

"But at least the other party knows our identity." Luo Hao replied.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "That's true," Fang Yu kneaded the paper into a ball, lit a match and lit it, "Didn't you leave that person?"

"This is exactly why I said that the man was a little weird. He looked like an ordinary townsman, but his eyes were a little dull, as if he had been manipulated by some spell, and he was stuttering and repeated those words."

Fang Yu heard the other party’s implication. “Are you saying that person is just a puppet?”

Luo Hao nodded slightly.
To be continued...