Heath chuckled and said, "So, I still want to thank you?"
Magla said: "You will make your own judgment."
Heath said: "Tell me, if you want to live, you must give me a reason. This is not enough."
Regardless of whether this was Magra's plan or not, they murdered Gude with their own hands. This was a nobleman, and just because Magra just said it in vain, he wanted to be exempted from guilt... What a big face!
Magra did not answer Heath immediately, but glanced around, and then suddenly said: "We need a separate environment to talk to you."
In fact, Heath had deliberately sent away the soldiers before the conversation. The old man was obviously pushing his limits now, but after thinking about it, Heath decided to agree to his request. There was no other reason than that he was simply curious about this person.
"Come with me."
He led a group of people from Magra into a nearby tent, and then lowered the curtain.
Heath said: "You can talk about it."
Magla nodded, then pointed to the girl next to her and said, "This is my daughter Ariel. If you are willing to let us go, she will be yours from now on."
Heath was stunned for a moment, almost thinking that he heard wrongly.
That's it?
Isn't this old man's brain funny?
Probably guessing something, Magla added: "Sir, please don't be impatient. Let's take a look before talking."
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward, tore Ariel's clothes with all his strength, and exposed his left shoulder in front of Heath.
It seems that a row of patterns can be seen on the snow-white skin...Huh? Wait...
Pattern?
Yes, a row of patterns can be vaguely engraved under this girl's left breast, which looks crookedly like some kind of writing.
This...this is...
Suddenly, Heath seemed to have thought of something.
He calmly took out a stone pendant necklace and compared it with it. This was the pendant necklace that the Habik beast-eared girl gave to Heath. At this moment, the words on the necklace were obviously different from the girl's.
The words on the chest are exactly the same.
A smile appeared on Magla's face: "It seems that you have seen it too, sir!"
Heath asked, "What is this?"
Magla explained: "The hedge ruins are said to have been left by a wizard a long time ago. There are countless rumors about it in this land. It is said that there is infinite wealth, magic potion of immortality, and endless power...
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"Many people believe in this legend. Over the years, countless nobles and scholars have been engaged in research in this area and looking for its whereabouts."
After a pause, Magla said word for word: "And this is the detailed record of the Lvli ruins."
He sighed: "I spent a lot of effort and spent decades to get it. This trip was originally intended to explore the clues of this ruins, but I didn't expect that I would meet the bandit Scar on the way.
Bear..."
Heath said: "Then I think you should thank Scar Bear for saving your life."
Magla was stunned for a moment, with a puzzled expression.
Heath explained casually: "If this is really the ruins of a wizard."
Just kidding, the ruins left behind by real wizards must be full of traps and traps, where a few ordinary mortals who can't even deal with bandits dare to break in. If nothing else, the overflowing elements alone are enough to make them unable to go.
return.
While he was talking, Heath walked over and took a closer look at the string of words. Just do as the Romans do. After this period of assimilation, he could finally see that Brittany was a backward and barbaric barren land with uncivilized civilization.
The understanding of the difference between men and women in these places is not that deep, and there is no need to be so polite when treating barbarians.
I checked it in detail and found that it was correct. It was the same as the text on the pendant.
I vaguely remember that Catwoman seemed to have said that their father was engaged in research on wizards... According to this, it is really possible that this thing involves wizards?
Heath asked: "Can you understand the content above?"
Feeling the change in Hiss's title, Magra breathed a sigh of relief.
He said: "I don't know, but I know where to find the person who can decipher them. I am studying the tower."
It was a tall tower in southwestern Brittany, where scholars gathered.
Heath continued: "Is that all?"
As a detailed clue about the ruins, this is too little, right?
Magla shook her head quickly: "Of course not. There is a full handbook that records the clues of the hedgerow ruins. I used a special potion to write them on Ariel's body. That is the secret recipe that our golden carriage only has. Only I
One knows how to make them manifest."
So that's the case, no wonder this old man is so confident.
Heath asked, "Where's the original?"
Magla said: "I have burned it."
Okay, so smart.
Heath nodded: "I understand."
He paused for a moment, thought for a moment, and then continued to add: "I will arrange for someone to untie you in a moment. You can follow the team, but you and the girl...your daughter must be separated, and I will arrange for someone to untie you."
I'll take care of you two, and we'll talk about the rest...when we get to the castle."
All in all, he is just an outsider, and it is not his turn to decide Goode's death and whether these people are guilty.
As if Magra was granted amnesty, he quickly knelt down and put his head on the ground: "Thank you for your kindness, sir."
Everyone followed and put their heads on the ground: "Thank you, sir, for your kindness."
"Get up."
Heath helped Ariel put on her clothes in a gentlemanly manner, covering up the graceful spring scenery. The poor girl was born in such an environment and was sent around like goods, but there was nothing that could be done... I could only say...
The sorrow of the times, the sorrow of the environment!
He called the soldiers outside and announced his decision to the merchants, and then let them go out.
When Magra walked to the door, Heath suddenly thought of something again and stopped him: "Oh, by the way, I have a question that I am very curious about. I wonder if you can answer my doubts."
Magla turned her head and said, "Excuse me, sir."
Heath asked curiously: "Um...has the security here in Gray Woodland always been so bad?"
More than 30 bandits jumped out randomly, all with military equipment. Heath really couldn't understand what the nobles here were doing? How did the social system work here? How could such destruction be allowed?
The existence of order?
Magla shook her head: "Of course not."
"Although Gray Woodland is not as prosperous as the Lionheart Capital, it has always been prosperous under the leadership of the old Duke. Even in the Seven Kingdoms era, the public security here was second to none, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment."
Heath wondered: "What about now?"
Magla sighed and gave an answer that was reasonable, but one that Heath had never considered before.