Not only Vincent, but everyone in the hotel looked around, but still found no trace of Littlefinger Phelps. When this bust wanted to hide his whereabouts, he was always able to disappear from the sight of others without anyone noticing . This was the case before, and nothing has changed now.

Vincent sighed, unable to do anything about Littlefinger's habit. He walked slowly in front of Lambert and looked at his partner who had put on the armor of an elite paladin. The sun pattern that had been refined over time was the unique symbol of the holy Greafury . However, the mage never believed that this kind of armor engraved with the sun god's symbol would perform better than ordinary steel armor when facing the enemy's spears.

"Lambert, the battle in Greafury is full of dangers, but I will not go there to help you." The mage said: "On the battlefield, I play a small role as a mage, and without the dispatch of the Mage Association, I can't help you." I can’t just become your consultant.”

"I know all this," Lambert said. "Newton and I are together. There will be no danger in this battle."

"No, no." Vincent shook his head. He leaned closer to Lambert and whispered: "When Holy Greafury is about to win the battle against the orcs, I want you to stay as close as possible to Fenton, or to the elven kingdom of Munn. Okay. Although I don’t have any evidence yet, I believe that a new enemy will appear from there and will affect the balance of victory.”

Vincent took a step back, looked at the Paladin again, then looked at the dwarf aside, and said with a smile: "What I just said to you is just a guess. There is no need to tell the high priests of your temple. I will go to the elves now. The Kingdom will definitely tell you if we find out the exact information.”

"Take care along the way." Lambert looked at the mage and gently patted his left shoulder. The feeling of hard metal made the knight feel very strange. Vincent didn't say anything, but said goodbye to the dwarf and Hardy. They will be separated again for a long time to come.

"Mark, are you coming with me?" Vincent looked at the dwarf, wondering what he had decided to do: "Go to the Elf Kingdom together?"

Mark looked at Vincent, then at Hardy, and finally landed on Shelley. He thought for a while and replied: "No, thank you, I'll stay with Hardy. If I keep traveling, I won't be able to finish the few things I have on hand. I think when I finish, I will Let’s go to the Elf Kingdom to find you. It’s not too far there, right?”

"There is a saying in Fenton that it is not your feet that measure the road, but your heart." Vincent said: "The kingdom of elves is not far away."

"Then, that's it." Hardy walked to Sokka and patted her on the head: "Little guy, listen carefully to your brother Vincent."

Sokka opened his watery eyes and nodded vigorously.

The mage looked back upstairs and saw that he had already met his mother once in the morning. Since she didn't like the scene of forced separation, Ms. Ailinsha gave her son the robe she made, replaced the black mage robe , hid it under her bed, and never said goodbye to Vincent again. The mage decided to hit the road directly. "Let's go, it won't be good if we wait until Fenton's army arrives."

Shelley didn't say anything. She had already packed her equipment and was just waiting to leave officially.

"Aha! Dear Mr. Mage." Just as Vincent put the package on the horse, Greafury 's Pastor Kubert hurried over with long strides and appeared just in front of them. "Mr. Vincent, do you want to leave now?"

"Yes, there is nothing wrong with your observation skills for the time being." Vincent said casually: "Mr. Kubert, you are not a member of Fenton's army specially sent to hunt down mages, are you?"

"Of course not, of course not." The pastor clasped his hands and nodded slightly to Vincent: "I came here specifically to apologize to you today. I am extremely sorry for the inconvenience our negligence has caused to you and your family."

"I accept your apology. Like all families who hear your kind of apology, I accept it." The mage had already mounted the horse, but the mount was dissatisfied with the huge weight of the adamantine arms. A few snorts in protest. Vincent adjusted the horse's posture and gently leaned his legs against the horse's belly: "Mr. Kubert, we are leaving now. Let's have a long talk when we meet next time."

"I wonder where you are going?" Bishop Kubert said: "If you go on the road now, the whole Fenton may round you up. It will be different if you have the protection of the Holy Greafury . If possible, I am willing to provide you with This kind of help.”

After speaking, he pointed to a horse parked opposite the hotel: "I have a good horse that will not delay your progress."

Vincent kept looking at the Greafury priest, and his eyes always glanced at the angel Soka sitting behind Shelley when he spoke. The mage thought for a moment and understood that not only the dark elves, but also the priests of the light god Greafury also needed angels to carry out religious activities. Although their means are different, their ends are not fundamentally different.

"No, thank you for your kindness." Vincent rode his horse and stood between Soka and the priest: "I think we are still not the same people."

After saying that, he took one last long look at his hotel, gently tapped the horse's belly with his leg, and left in the rising dust. Shelley, who had just learned to ride a horse, followed quickly with her quick reflexes.

Kubert looked at the direction the two horses left and speculated on Vincent's whereabouts. After a while, he also rode away and headed towards the Elf Kingdom from another road.

The mages were lucky enough to have left the dangerous area before Fenton's lord army arrived. Now they could move forward slowly, giving their mounts some time to rest and breathe. Walking on Fenton's path, both sides have been reclaimed for farmland. The harvest season has mostly passed, and the second season's grain has just been planted in the soil. So looking over now, the field is still relatively empty.

The area where Vincent lives is relatively fertile, and the land nourished by the river is also more fertile than other areas. There are many streets and orchards. There are dots of fences, barns, and farms, and many hand-dug ditches flow down the terrain, across the green plains, into the river and then roll forward. Fruit trees were planted on both sides of the road, dotted with low shrubs. If passers-by were thirsty, they could just pick the berries on both sides and let the delicious juice moisten their hot throats. However, if you inadvertently break into their orchard, the huge field dog will pounce on you unceremoniously.

Fenton is not a large area, and there have been many disasters here. But the tenacious Fenton people still transformed the originally cursed land into the fertile landscape it is now. They worked hard to dig ditches to let the clean water wash away the terrible gray floating sand left in the soil; they planted trees to pump the filth underground to the ground, allowing them to vanish into ashes under the sun and dissipate forever. After countless generations, Fenton finally regained its original vitality and became vibrant again.

Near noon, the three men stopped and tied their horses to the roadside to rest. Vincent and the others had changed directions several times on the road, letting fields and shrubs cover their tracks. Now that several people are far away from the original road, there should be no army behind them that can catch them.

blanket spread under him . He was counting the dry food his mother had prepared for him from his package and sorting it according to the length of time it could be stored. Shelley sat next to him, carefully wiping her rapier.

"That weapon has no magic anymore, it's just an ordinary sword now." Vincent said to Shelley: "And it looks like it is something from the dark elves. Now that we are going to the elven kingdom, we should take it Hide it."

Shelley stopped what she was doing and looked at Vincent: "Why should I accommodate the elf?"

"Because you are no longer a dark elf, those things about drow should no longer affect your future life. It would be unfair to you if you have to pay the price for the hatred between the dark elf and the elves. .”

"There is no fairness in the world," Shelley said: "Vincent, sometimes I think about it, who am I? My father is an angel, but my mother is a dark elf. I have always longed for life on the ground, but in the darkness The world is trained. What am I?"

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Vincent smiled: "This question is very simple, you are Shelley." He pointed to the little angel who was teasing the squirrel on the tree: "She is Sokka. In fact, things in the world are so simple. The more you think about it, the more trouble you will have. There will be more. So many mages have a sad face all day long and become old very early. Sometimes, there is no need to classify yourself into a certain category, you are who you are. Knowing this is enough."

"What you say is always right." Shelley put the rapier back into the sheath: "I recently discovered a way to live easily, that is, I will do whatever you say, so I don't have to think about things all the time. Trouble." She waved to Sokka: "Soka, come here to eat."

"Oh!" The little angel stuffed a handful of berries into his pocket and suddenly floated over from the tree.

On the other hand, Hardy was laughing as he watched the troops leaving Vincent's hotel. They came in a hurry, but they were in trouble. Not long after the mage left, a dozen guys who didn't know what they were capable of followed him, but with Hardy's fist guarding the door, none of them were able to get in.

Lambert didn't want to make the matter a big deal, so he vouched for the honor of the knight and said that the wizard had left. Hardy pointed in the direction Vincent left and said to the group of people who were already bruised and swollen: "Did you see that road? That's where the mage left."

The pursuers, led by their captain, took a completely opposite path. After Hardy waited for them to leave, he said to Lambert: "You see, no one believes the truth anymore."

"If I beat you up and then tell you some news, would you believe it?" Lambert said with a smile.

"I don't know about that." Hardy opened the door and entered the hotel, just in time to see Newton who was about to leave together. He said to the Paladin: "But one thing I'm sure of is that you can't beat me up. That's it. I wish you a safe journey."

Vincent and the others didn't know that the pursuers had already taken another wrong path, and he was still a little worried about whether they would be surrounded halfway. After finishing lunch, they immediately rushed to the next ferry, where they were ready to put on the white sails flowing down the Fondor River and head towards the elven kingdom.

But the three people's journey soon became lively. As they were about to reach Andulan Ferry, the road became extremely crowded. Next to them were some ordinary Fenton residents. They were all dressed up, but they were all holding huge baskets and walking noisily towards the ferry.

The scene was chaotic with the sounds of conversation, loud shouting and the constant crowing of cocks. Several people had to dismount, and Shelley asked Vincent in confusion: "What on earth is going on?"

"This is because the annual cockfighting competition is about to be held." Vincent led the horse and slowly moved to the side of the road, not to compete with the crowded crowd. Shelley and Sokka followed closely behind.

"The Cockfighting Contest is a very interesting tradition here. It is held every summer. You can participate as long as you bring your own chicken. The winner will be received by the great lord, and of course, there will be a very generous reward." Vincent Soothing the panicked horse: "But if you lose, then the chicken will become the dinner for all the people participating in the festival. In this way, plus other competitions held at the same time, a lot of people will naturally gather here. They You have to take a ferry to go downstream.”

"With so many people, do you want us to squeeze together with them?" Shelley looked at the crowded crowd and tightly held the reins in his hands and Soka's little hand. He couldn't let the angel fly into the air now. It would only cause more trouble. Big commotion. "There are so many people here, how can we find the boat?"

"You don't have to worry about this." Vincent smiled: "Mom told me that an acquaintance of mine from childhood still sails a boat here. Although it is a small boat, there must be a place for us to leave smoothly."

Vincent left the road and headed straight towards the dock according to his previous memories. When he was young, he went to the Mage Association from here. When his father decided to let Vincent take the path of a mage, he was deeply impressed by every step he took on the road.

"This is it." Vincent stopped his horse and pointed to a boat docked at the sheltered pier: "Shell, it seems you can't go wrong."

Although Shelley had not seen many ships in the surface world, she could tell at a glance that the condition of this ship was definitely not good. The wooden boards of the hull have been somewhat rotten after being soaked in water for a long time, and the water-proof paint that was supposed to be on them has long been worn away; the copper nails used to connect the wooden boards are also rusty, and you can tell at a glance that no one has come to clean them. The boat; as for the old man lying on the side of the boat smoking a pipe, his face was also wrinkled, and his face was like cracked earth in a drought.

　　After blowing out a few smoke rings, the old man looked at the people standing on the shore: "Hey, young people over there, this is an old broken boat. If you want to rush downstream, ahem, you'd better go over there and line up. .”

Vincent showed a child-like smile and shouted towards the boat: "Uncle Van Dijk, you'd better put on your glasses, otherwise how will you know who is coming?"

The old man was stunned for a moment and took two more puffs of cigarette. He took out a lens from his oil-stained coat pocket, put it on the bridge of his nose, and squinted at the young people outside the boat.

"Child, I'm old and can't remember who you are." The old man changed the cigarette butt from one side of his mouth to the other, exhaling smoke and said: "You still have to worry about me, a poor old man, please tell me. your name."

Vincent waved his hand, and the ship's planks flew up between the dock and the deck: "Uncle Van Dijk, I am Vincent. This is my companion. What, you are the only one here now?"

"Vincent!" The old sailor opened his mouth wide, but the pipe was still firmly on his lips: "Let me take a closer look, kid, how many years have we not seen each other?"

"It's been five years," Vincent said. "Time flies really fast, but it looks like your body is still strong. How about you, can you still sail a boat?"

Van Dijk touched Vincent's head. Time has slowly made the old man bend down, and now the mage is a whole chunk taller than him. He looked happily at the naughty child who used to run around on the boat and now looked like an adult: "Vincent, I'm so happy to see you again. The one behind you should be your wife, right? Why? Children are like this. Is it too big?"

"No, no!" Vincent said quickly: "These are my companions, just companions." Sokka was nothing. If Shelley suddenly got angry, no one knew what would happen.

However, the female drow didn't seem to hear Van Dijk's words, and just looked at the various tattered parts on the deck with worry.

"Of course I know that's just your companion." Van Dijk approached Vincent and whispered with a smile. The wrinkles on his face seemed to unfold at that moment, and the joy in his heart instantly smoothed the vicissitudes of time. He then loudly said: "But we can't sail the boat now. Now the shell is just like me. It has become old and worn out and is full of problems. Apart from being able to bask in the sun here, there is nothing else I can do." "

Vincent smiled and said to Van Dijk: "Uncle, as long as you can still drive the boat, I can find a way." He took out a pack of tobacco from his pocket and handed it to the old man: "My mother said, compared to giving you the money for the boat ticket, If I ask you to buy tobacco leaves, I might as well save you the trouble and give you the best tobacco directly."

Van Dijk quickly took it and sniffed the aroma of tobacco leaves through the sheepskin bag. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as if he was chewing the pipe and tasting the fine tobacco leaves.

"Your mother is such a careful person!" Van Dijk carefully stuffed the sheepskin bag into the pocket near the heart and said, "When I borrow a suitable boat, we can set sail!"

"That's no need." Vincent waved his hand, and he knelt down half-kneeling. The fine gold palm of his left hand was pressed against the old deck, and his right hand summoned a silver ball of light. "I could just fix it."

Starting from the palm of his hand, silver light spread in all directions. Where it was shrouded in light, the old wooden boards became strong again, the rust on the copper nails also turned into powder and flew away in the wind, and the broken holes were sealed. Even the name of the ship "Shell", which had become blurred, immediately became clear and obvious.

Under everyone's surprised eyes, the ship regained its vitality. The old hull seems to have been reborn, and it seems to have returned to the time when it was a new ship ten years ago.

"In this way, you can sail the boat." Vincent wiped the sweat from his head. It was also his first time to try to change the state of such a large object: "I have repaired the boat, but some places will become smaller than before. , I can’t help it. I remember when I was young, uncle, you could drive this boat by yourself and go fishing on the Fonduo River . It should be no problem now.”

Van Dijk looked Vincent up and down, wondering how this kid did it. He patted Vincent's arm happily and said happily: "Good boy, I really have you. It seems that your abilities have grown a lot. But don't underestimate your uncle. Although he is old, he still has the ability to sail a boat. I didn’t leave it behind. Tell me, where do you want to go?”

"Let's just float down the river. It's a bit too early to talk about the destination now." Vincent smiled happily: "Do you want me to help?"

"Go and pull up the anchor chain. If you can't pull it, call me for help. Young man, you can't do it if your waist is exhausted. Hahahaha . " Van Dijk held his pipe and walked towards the mast with a laugh.

Vincent did not go to the anchor chain immediately. He stood still with his head lowered, as if he was observing the deck under his feet. However, his insightful eyes discovered a strange situation on the mountain in the distance.

There was a man covering himself with leaves, with colorful paint on his face. He was standing behind the bushes looking at the boats at the bottom of the mountain.

"It's amazing. In a flash of silver light, the old ship becomes like new." He murmured to himself, "The elder will definitely be very interested in this discovery." After saying that, he turned around and quickly Disappeared among the dense woods. The wall-like airtight plants in front of him seemed like a thoroughfare, forming no obstacle at all.

Vincent scratched his head , "What bad luck. I thought I couldn't see anyone, but I didn't expect there was someone on the mountain. But judging from his attire, is he a ranger in the mountains or a druid in the dense forest?"

Not long after, the Shell set sail amid Van Dijk's hearty laughter. It briskly bypassed the large boats filled with passengers, and like a naughty elf on the waves, slid downstream along the direction of the Fonduo River.