Chapter 126: The Tears of the Exiled Magician Ocean

The candle was still burning, swaying gently in the windless air.

Isidore walked back to Vifiya and the others holding the iron block. They tacitly agreed not to discuss what the iron block was right away.

Vifiya turned to [Eyes] and said, "Okay, thank you."

She placed the sapphire necklace back into the box in Kaharun's hand. "I'll take the necklace back with me," he said.

He glanced at the king's frozen, uncomfortable smile and warned, "Be careful."

Vifiya nodded and put herself back into her original form. Seeing that she was ready, Isidore and [Eye] disappeared at the same time.

The black mist instantly retracted into the [Eye], a layer of skin on the wall suddenly peeled off, and all the runes shattered.

Everything started breathing again.

The king withdrew his hand from mid-air. Just like at the beginning, he sat up slightly and said, "Marquis, I invited you here today to apologize on behalf of Ferdin."

Vifiya's eyes moved. The king was smarter and more patient than she had imagined. She had originally thought that the person who had caused the current situation in the country would treat her with a condescending attitude just because she was a woman.

She smiled and said, "It is I who am being rude, Your Majesty."

The king watched her calmly. If he could make her his side, and then get some leverage over her so that she would be bound to them, then even if she was not the princess of Ferdin, it would be enough.

The king frowned and sighed as if in great annoyance: "Marquis, actually..."

Vifiya's eyelids twitched: "Your Majesty."

She pinched her nose as if she had a headache, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I haven't had a good rest these days, and my body is in a state of shock."

She raised her eyes and looked at the king with concern. "Your Majesty, is there anything worrying you? As the master of Iskana, it would be a great honor to share your worries."

Before the king could utter the next sentence, she quickly spoke somewhat sheepishly, "If my father hadn't taught me since I was a child not to meddle in the affairs of other people's territories, I would have almost asked Your Majesty if there was anything I could do."

Vifiya's eyes were smiling and her words were straightforward. Even if the king pretended to be stupid, he would understand what she meant.

The king's smile froze for a moment. What she had just said sounded like something a young noble who had just inherited the title would say.

The girl in front of me was sitting well-behaved with an innocent look on her face.

If he hadn't investigated her, he would have almost believed it.

She was reminding him not to mention anything about Iskandar to her, as she would not interfere in other countries' affairs.

The king lowered his eyes, hesitating for a moment whether to believe her. If she really would not interfere in Iscana's affairs, and wait until the Duke of Duodu's daughter finished negotiating the opening of the port, she would follow her back to the empire, and the two sides would still be at peace.

But I always feel like I'm at a loss.

He looked at Vifiya hesitantly, only to see that the girl was smiling and did not seem to have the slightest scheming on her face.

She is so deceptive.

How could he not understand at this point in the conversation that today's conversation was destined not to get the result he wanted.

The king's not-so-cloudy eyes shone with shrewdness, and he said with a smile, "Since the Marquis needs to rest, I won't keep you here. I can't let a distinguished guest come to my Iscana without sufficient rest time."

Upon hearing this, Vifiya stood up and saluted: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration."

After another round of complicated etiquette and pleasantries, the knight in the room led her to the door. The king stared at her back thoughtfully. She concealed all the coldness in her eyes and allowed the king to look at her from behind.

The carriage at the gate of the Padica Palace took advantage of the fact that the wind and snow had slightly subsided and drove back to the stone house that Vifiya was familiar with.

When North heard the sound of a carriage outside the door, she had just finished cleaning the house. She hurried over to open the door and greeted them.

The girl's red eyes fell on her. When she was completely inside the house, North waited for Vifia to sweep off the remaining snow on her body and took her cloak.

She brushed her cloak lightly again, hung it back on the hanger, turned around to pour her some hot tea, only to see that Arnold had already poured it for her.

She took a few hesitant steps forward and heard Vifiya ask, "North, is Osha not back yet?"

She shook her head and said, "Little Osa..." North paused, then suddenly remembered that the daughter of Duke Tudor had her own duties. She changed her words and said, "Lord Osa hasn't returned yet. Master Kaharun and Master Isidore are still in the house and haven't left."

Vifiya nodded: "Okay."

She picked up the teacup and took the warm water down her throat. Noticing that North was still standing there, she looked up and asked, "Anything else?"

North rubbed her hands together before replying, "Lady Vifiya, I request to be excused for two days. I can use the law to recover the house that David had robbed me of. I need two days to handle this matter."

She looked at the girl in front of her. Although she was trying to get her house back through legal means, in reality, it was because of Vifiya and Osa that the officials in charge of that area did not deliberately make things difficult for her.

After all, Barry, who is still alive now, has become a complete cripple. Not to mention the so-called revenge, he can hardly even walk. At the beginning, Vifia said not to let him die. The doctor who was called in to treat Barry did not know what orders he received, but he actually hung Barry up with one breath.

He was indeed not dead, but he was blind and mute, and his broken limbs still made it impossible for him to walk.

His appearance was too shocking for others, so when she set out to take back her house, many of the things she had prepared were not used. The clerk in charge of registration, as if he had received an order, readily allowed her to go through other procedures and rewrite the contract in the next two days.

Vifiya put down the teacup, thinking of the situation of the woman here, and said, "Okay, I understand. If you need anything, you can come back to us."

North is not the kind of person who would ask for more after getting a little advantage. She is perceptive, works efficiently, knows what to say and what to look at, and is very sensible. Since they have already helped her and hired her, Vifia and the others don't mind helping her a little more. It's just a matter of manual labor.

Noth bowed to her and said, "Thank you, Lady Vifiya."

Vifiya did not hesitate to express her gratitude. She knew that sometimes an employer's attitude would make North feel better.

After North had taken care of everything in the stone house, she had just gone out when the door was opened again.

Osha glanced at Vifiya and Arnold inside, and quickly brushed off the snowflakes on her body. Arnold walked over and took her cloak. Osha handed it to him without hesitation and asked casually, "How is it?"

Arnold nodded and replied, "It went very smoothly."

Hearing this, Osa breathed a sigh of relief and ran over. Vifiya had already filled her cup with hot tea, so she sat down next to Vifiya.

Vifiya understood what she meant and said, "No one is fine."

Osa was completely relieved after hearing this. She looked around and just as Arnold walked in, she asked, "Where are Kaharun and the others?"

"Here." A weak voice sounded from the upper side.

A few people looked over and saw Kaharun walking down from upstairs. There were a few black stains on his face, which he casually wiped on his sleeve.

Isidore was holding the box behind him. Compared with Kahalon, he was obviously much cleaner. He didn't care about the stains on his face and walked down the stairs with Kahalon.

"What are you doing?" Osa asked in confusion.

"As expected of an 'expelled magician', the things he left behind are so..." Kaharun paused, his expression indescribable. After thinking for a moment, he finally found the right adjective, "Strange."

He saw Arnold still standing aside, so he took the hand that was not holding anything and reached over to him, sat down opposite Osa and the others, and placed the small piece of iron in his hand on the table.

Isidore, who was behind them, also took the box with the sapphire necklace, sat on the single chair next to Vifiya and the others, and placed the box on the table.

Vifiya's gaze shifted from Kaharun's clean face to Isidore, staring at the stains on his face for a long time. Seeing that he hadn't tried to wipe them clean, she moved her fingers and finally couldn't help but took out the handkerchief she was carrying and leaned sideways to his face.

Isidore's eyes widened slightly, and he did not dodge. The magic power on his fingertips, which was about to try the cleansing magic that he had restored not long ago, was instantly extinguished, and his fingers suddenly retracted into his palms.

He lowered his eyes carefully, and in his silver pupils he could see the girl wiping with concentration. Her movements were not gentle at all. He did not blink, but looked at her straight, afraid that she would suddenly raise her head and look at him.

He just prayed that she didn't hear his deafening heartbeat.

Her action attracted the attention of the other three people for a moment. Osa touched her face. Well, her face was clean.

Arnold's usually calm eyes finally showed some ripples. He frowned and looked at Isidore with disapproval.

Kaharun looked at Isidore, then glanced at Vifiya. He blinked and blurted out, "Is my face clean?"

Vifia, who had already withdrawn her hand and lowered her head to fold her handkerchief, had no time to notice the strangeness in the air. When she heard Kaharun's question, she subconsciously raised her head and observed his face. Although he had wiped it, there were still black marks left.

Vifiya turned the handkerchief to a clean place and stood up. It was just a matter of convenience. She said to Kaharun: "Come here."

Kaharun had completely come back to his senses. Without even looking at him, he could feel the cold gazes of Arnold and Osa, as well as Isidore's doubts.

Based on his understanding of Isidore, this kid was probably secretly happy, and now Vifiya was willing to wipe it for him, which actually hit Isidore's doubts.

Ah, it turns out he's not the only one who has it~

With the idea of ​​joining in the fun as much as possible, he moved his face closer.

"Let me do it." Arnold took the handkerchief from Vifia's hand, turned Kaharun's shoulder, and wiped his face relatively gently.

Kaharun could hardly suppress the corners of his mouth, which was a pity, but it was enough. Seeing Isidore's frustrated look, he would have something to write to Lady Salis about next time.

Arnold folded the handkerchief neatly and put it away.

Kaharun asked, "What are you doing?"

Arnold glanced at him and said, "Wash."

Hearing this, Kaharun stretched out his hand: "Give it to me, I just happen to have other things to wash."

Isidore stared at the handkerchief in Arnold's hand, thought about it, and decided to hide the matter of the cleaning magic.

The handkerchief turned several corners and was finally put into Kaharun's pocket.

There was no need to be so frugal, it was just a handkerchief, but most of Vifiya's handkerchiefs were on Arnold. She didn't even know how he kept them. It seemed like he could take one out for her anytime and anywhere. Arnold was used to washing handkerchiefs that were not very dirty and using them several times, so she let him do it.

"We have already informed Princess Avril to come and pick up the necklace later." Isidore sorted out his thoughts. He decided not to think about what had just happened for the time being, even though he couldn't get it out of his mind.

Vifiya nodded. It was their agreement from the beginning that Avrilite would come to get the necklace herself. Although it was convenient for Isidore and the others to take it, they still had some questions to ask. Besides, if she couldn't even hide the fact that she came to see them from others, how could she hide the fact that she had something bigger to do?

She turned around and explained to Osa beside her about the iron block and the whole process of exchanging for the necklace, including the fact that North was on vacation for the past two days.

Kaharun and the others didn't interrupt. After Vifia finished speaking, Kaharun spoke up at the right moment: "The runes contained in the iron block are very strange. Isidore and I got into this mess because we tried to decipher it, and ended up getting smoked in the face by the black smoke from the iron block."

Fortunately, they had cast a spell around the room in advance, but they also happened to hear the conversation between Vifia and North downstairs, and by the way, they covered the entire house with a layer of soundproofing magic after North left.

"What is certain is that this is a completely magical creation," Isidore said.

Everyone's eyes fell on the small piece of iron. It looked like there was nothing special about it. Even if it was thrown on the ground, no one would be willing to bend down to pick it up.

Kaharun didn't know what to say for a moment. Which magician would add such a thing to his magical creation? They wouldn't do that anyway.

"The owner of the iron block is Debbie Fioreira." Osha looked thoughtful. "I heard Hefa say that she was the 'expelled magician.'"

"Yes." Kaharun agreed and introduced this person, "Debbie Fiorella is one of the most talented magicians in the Fiorella family."

He raised his head and looked at Osa. "Hefa should have told you that the necessary condition for fully utilizing the Foarella family's combat magic is to temper the body with magical power. It is said that Debbie Foarella attempted to use the Foarella family's method of tempering the body to conduct an experiment. When she was discovered, she had already killed nearly a hundred people."

"According to records, after being discovered, she killed the five magicians who came to capture her and escaped the encirclement set by the Fo'orella family. For three whole months, no trace of her could be found. As a last resort, the Fo'orella family sought help from other families. In short, she died under the encirclement of the four major families twenty years ago."

But... he looked towards Isidore.

"She appeared nine years ago." Isidore thought for a moment and continued, "I've seen records of that candle in ancient books. It's made by melting the magician's most refined magic power into the flesh cut from his own body, then coating it with Mofu Oil. The wick is made from the main spine of the Erosion Beast. It can be disguised as an ordinary candle and is guaranteed to never go out."

He discovered this only after he got close to the candle.

The familiar words "Erosion Beast" entered Osa's ears. She had to temporarily ignore the previous content. Her eyes were full of doubts: "Erosion Beast is a beast unique to the Western Continent."

Her mother had told her this story before.

As soon as the words fell, everyone was surprised.

The next question that arises is obvious. Not to mention the other costs of making candles, the East and West continents have long been separated by a giant screen. How did Debbie Fiorella obtain the spine of the Erosion Beast Master decades ago?

Vifia lowered her eyes in thought. Based on all the current information about Debbie Fiorella, including what Aulite said, she died twenty years ago, Isidore saw her again nine years ago, and now she is dead again.

Arnold listened to their conversation quietly. When everyone suddenly fell silent, his calm brown eyes moved, and he spoke: "So, Princess Avril is a successful experimental subject."

"What!" Kaharun jumped up and leaned closer to Arnold, his face full of disbelief. "What did I miss?"

Osa, who was still thinking about the Erosion Beast, suddenly had her eyelids twitch.

After being reminded by Arnold, Isidore obviously connected the two things. He told Vifia everything he had discovered when he followed her to see Aulite not long ago.

The steam from the teacup on the wooden table gradually dissipated.

As Isidore continued his story, Kaharun's expression became increasingly serious. Finally, after a moment of silence, he asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He knew that Isidore was not the type to withhold important magical information from him, so...

The two looked at each other, and he explained, "I don't know who the 'expelled magician' is."

With just one sentence, Kaharun understood instantly and sat down again. Indeed, Isidore never cared who these people were, especially since she was a person who had been dead for many years and whose past was so bizarre that few people mentioned her.

"I have written a letter to the Fiorella family." Isidore spoke again. After discovering the similarities between the magic ball on Avrilte's body and the combat magic of the Fiorella family, he wrote a letter as a reward for his previous studies in the Fiorella family.

I just don't know why I haven't received a reply yet.

Vifia glanced at everyone, and now the information about Debbie Fiorella basically overlapped with what she knew.

Her eyes fell back on the iron block and she asked, "Did you find anything?"

"This is the strange thing." Isidore stretched out his hand, and a magical light shone from his fingertips. Thin threads floated slowly, and before they touched the iron block, they disappeared instantly.

"A fully magical creation is practically created at the cost of the magician's own life." Kaharun lowered his eyes, a hint of confusion in his brow. "This places a tremendous strain on the body, and the magician must be in peak condition at the time of creation. Few magicians would do this."

"Because it's meaningless." Unexpectedly, it was Arnold who spoke.

"Yes." Kaharun replied smoothly.

Suddenly realizing who the voice belonged to, he turned his head sharply, exclaimed in surprise, and asked, "How did you know?"

Everyone's attention was drawn to it. Arnold stared calmly at the iron block, his brows slightly furrowed. He asked, "A completely magical creation usually contains something the magician wants others to know, right?"

"Yes." It was Isidore who answered him.

Kaharun also reacted and said seriously, "Yes, this is also the reason why it is meaningless. A magician at the peak of his powers does not need to sacrifice his life to leave something behind. If it is a magical achievement, just publish it directly, and perhaps leave a name in the magic world. If it is a last will..."

He laughed at himself and said, "Who, at their peak, can accurately predict the regrets before death?"

"According to known records, a complete magical creation only needs to be injected with magic power to unlock the things left by the magician." Isidore added on the side. He lowered his eyes. The records may not be correct. He secretly wondered if there was any other way.

Yes, exactly the same. Arnold shifted his gaze from the iron block and answered Kaharun's previous question honestly: "My old family had a papyrus book with this thing written in it."

From the moment they started introducing the magical creations, he felt that he had seen similar descriptions somewhere.

"The records in the book call this complete magical creation - the tears of the ocean." He raised his head and saw that Kaharun's eyes were not only surprised but also burning.

He seemed to know what he was going to say next, and he said, "The notebook was burned by my drunkard father a long time ago."

Upon hearing this, Kaharun felt disappointed.

The problem is... Vifiya shifted her attention away from Arnold. How could he have a notebook at home that recorded such things?

Although she thought so, she did not ask. This was different from before. She had never heard Arnold say these things before.

Arnold had no secrets from her. As long as she wanted to know something and he knew it, he would tell her no matter what it was. Could it be that he was influenced by Isidore and the others?

"There is a special kind of ocean's tears, the magic is unbreakable." Arnold did not explain where the notebook came from. He recalled that little Arnold curled up in a damp, moldy attic filled with clutter, turning the old papers page by page as if they were treasures, and stroking the beautiful handwriting on them.

"The ocean's last tears are its last words, its final, unfinished words. Every wave of the ocean knows that everything it has belongs to the goddess, yet it is unwilling to share its last words with her. It finds salvation in subtle revenge, waiting for the one who will find its tears."

Arnold clearly read out the word Saiga from his memory, word for word.

After listening attentively, Osa frowned. She was more or less familiar with this way of giving answers. She said firmly, "This is a method unique to the Western Continent."

Although she had never lived in the Western Continent, her mother told her many more stories thanks to the fact that she had purer elven blood than her brother.

After she finished speaking, neither Kaharun nor Isidore spoke, and even Vifiya couldn't help frowning.

They really didn't expect that Debbie Fiorella would cause more and more problems.

Arnold didn't look at anyone, his face remained calm, his intuition did not deceive him as always, and when he said this out loud, he really got an unexpected reward.

His fingertips moved.

The notebook in my memory is my mother's diary.