Chapter 223 The Situation of the Craftsman, the Skeleton, and Others
"Human?"
The rhetorical question reached Arnold and Kaharun's ears along with the clanging sound of hammers hitting iron and stone, and sparks flew everywhere.
They looked at the dwarf in front of them.
The broad-shouldered, thick-bodied dwarf finally paused at the end of the small node he was working on, his carefully braided beard inlaid with metal rings swaying with his movements.
He obviously didn't show much concern for the sudden appearance of the human. Instead, he looked at the person who brought the two humans over.
"Blinga, does your nephew know you're running around with two humans?"
The rows of torches and iron stoves along the walls illuminated the dim underground. Brinja waved her hand dismissively, "He's busy with the holy meeting in three months. He can't take care of me."
She introduced him to Arnold and Kaharun: "Sarek Smit, the best blacksmith in Secretforge."
Hearing this, Kaharun nodded and said, "Hello, I'm Kaharun Aiken."
Arnold beside him nodded: "Arnold."
Sarek glanced at the two of them, and couldn't help but feel a headache when she saw her friend talking about the future event of the Western Continent in front of two humans without any precautions. No matter how much she was interested in humans, she couldn't be completely unprepared.
Kaharun's gaze swept between the two men silently, his tentativeness concealed. With a kind smile on his face, he asked, "Excuse me, have you ever seen a person with green hair and silver eyes?"
He was woken up by Arnold, who had already observed the surroundings and told him that they had been separated from Vifiya and the others.
The two of them tacitly waited there for a while. In the dim underground, they could only see each other and the stones. They moved forward decisively and helped Brinka who was mining on the way. At her invitation, they came all the way to the Secret Hearth.
Brynja shook her head. "You were the only ones I met on my way to Secretforge."
The forge that belonged to Sarek was speechless for a moment.
Kaharun and Sarek stared at each other. Sarek, who had not intended to answer, felt his scalp tingle. “No.”
"Is that so." Kaharun scratched his head in disappointment, his face full of worry for his friend.
When they first arrive in a strange place, it is not advisable to directly reveal the number of people in their group. It is also not a good idea to ask if they have seen other humans, as this can easily lead to the previous question.
Kahalan could have fabricated a human image to find out, but based on Brenja's friendliness towards them and the fact that he didn't sense any malice from her.
She had her own agenda, Kaharun saw, a agenda hidden in her friendship, and he decided to take a gamble.
Of the other three, Isidore was clearly the most suitable.
Under the current circumstances, the best scenario is for Isidore and the other two to be together. The worst scenario is for each of them to be scattered in different places.
He had a way to contact Isidore, and the other problem lay with Vifia and Osha.
If we assume the worst-case scenario, Isidore would definitely find a way to locate Vefiya immediately...
ah.
Thinking of this, no matter for which reason, he hoped that Isidore would be successful. In recent years, Isidore has been able to remain calm after encountering Vifiya. At least with Vifiya as a rope, he would not do anything to upset her.
Now they need to do...
Kaharun and Arnold looked at each other, and they both thought of the same thing tacitly: to find the other three people while getting to know the Western Continent.
"Pa!" Crisp applause sounded in the forge.
Everyone's attention followed the sound. Brinja's eyes were filled with excitement. "Why not come with us to the Simparai ruins?"
"Hey, Brynja." Sarek subconsciously stopped her from saying anything else.
Brynja ignored him. The middle-aged dwarf looked up with a smile and said, "If you want to find companions, you can try going to the Simparai ruins. There will be a grand gathering in the western continent in three months. All major tribes will be there. It's a good time to find people."
"Sarek and I are both craftsmen who need to arrive early. You can just come with us."
Sarek grabbed Brynja's wrist and pulled her into a corner. He looked helpless, "What do you want to do? The Holy Church is highly respected by all races. You must know that no matter how much you trust humans, there must be a limit, right?"
Brynja stared at Sarek without blinking, a familiar smile on her face. "Have you forgotten, Sarek, who I am?"
The two men stared at each other, and in the stalemate, Sarek gave in. "Sometimes I really don't understand what you're thinking."
The rumble of the blacksmithing tools in the forge drowned out their voices, and Kaharun and Arnold had no intention of eavesdropping on their conversation.
A holy gathering? Kaharun hid the thoughtful look in his eyes. It sounded like a rare large-scale gathering in the Western Continent.
Arnold's opinion came from the side: "Okay."
Kaharun glanced away in surprise. Arnold rarely expressed his opinions directly. Most of the time, it was decided by a few of them. Otherwise, he would speak out only when one of them asked for his opinion.
Kaharun stood up straight: "Okay."
Because it was rare, he believed Arnold had his own judgment.
Anyway, they also need to find Vifiya and the others, and learn about the Western Continent on the way.
Brynja and the others came over, and Kaharun and Arnold lowered their heads so as not to make it uncomfortable for the dwarves to talk to them.
Arnold's expression was calm: "Will it not cause you any trouble?"
Bringa looked at the human child in front of her who had been quiet all the way and was a well-behaved child. She shook her head and said, "How could that be?"
She said, "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Bringa Stoneheart, a stonemason from the city-state of Dome Winter. I have been invited by the High Lord to go to the ruins of Simparae to assist the Holy Congregation in its preparations."
A hand full of beautiful muscles patted Sarek's shoulder beside him and said, "Since you arrived early, you won't be kicked out. Become Sarek and I's apprentices!"
Sarek, who had a bad feeling when Brinja patted him, covered his face and said, "Brinja, don't make decisions for me casually. How many times have I told you this?"
The fire in the iron stove was still burning, with sparks occasionally jumping out.
The bright Mars jumped and landed on the dark and cold land. The sky was covered with dark clouds and only dead branches were left on the trees.
"fire?"
"fire……"
"How can there be fire?"
"Don't you have eyes? Of course it was that green-haired intruder who did it?"
…
"Sorry, my head fell off."
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"Luento, your sternum is off."
"Mobo, your head fell off again."
…
"It's not me, okay, it's me."
The skeleton hiding in the dead bushes stretched out its white hands covered in mud and snapped its head back on.
He looked at his friend Runto, who was concentrating on buttoning off his sternum one section at a time.
"The intruder is so scary." Mo Bo turned his loose cervical vertebrae and looked at the intruder with his empty eye sockets.
His words sounded scary, but there wasn't much fear in his tone. For skeletons like them who had died countless times, death was the most insignificant thing.
After tying branches all over the skeleton, Runto finally installed the last sternum. He followed his friend's gaze and did not deny Mobo's words.
On the gray and silent earth, the green hair was the only bright color. Now, wherever he went, fires ignited, and all the demons that tried to attack him were ruthlessly killed by him.
On earth without combustible materials, the demon's body became fuel.
Isidore didn't care how many eyes were staring at him.
The surrounding environment remained unchanged: the soil faintly emitting a bloody smell in the darkness, the dead trees and grass without leaves, the sky filled with dark clouds, and the air was dry with a hint of an indescribable stench.
The first attempt to locate Vifiya failed.
The sticky malice and evil thoughts that were everywhere around him enveloped him, as if he were sinking into a bubble with no way to breathe.
Isidore's fingers, hanging at his sides, curled up, uneasy at not being able to determine Veffia's location, and also at the malicious pricks of the needles.
He stretched out his hand and carefully felt the flow of magic in the air.
He concentrated for a moment, and the little light in his hand went out in an instant.
His feeling was not wrong. The magic power here flowed slowly. His silver eyes scanned everything around him. The speed of magic power flow was inconsistent in each place, but it would be balanced at one point to keep the passage of time unchanged.
Is time speeding up or slowing down?
Malice was afraid to move forward and could only scrape his bones over and over again with the most primitive hostility.
He suddenly stopped moving forward, and all the prying eyes in the dark also stopped moving.
The chill had already spread over his body, and the already gloomy surroundings became even darker, weighing heavily on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.
The demonic power within his body was raging, charging at him, urging him to abandon all rationality and eliminate all malice.
Vifiya...
Reason was restraining him.
Vifiya...
He tried his best to stop his trembling fingertips, covered his eyes and took a deep breath.
There was silence all around, with only the slight sound of fire roasting the corpse, "crackling", "crackling", urging him to give up his reason.
Malice suddenly approached, and countless sharp ice spikes, wind blades, and flames instantly wiped them out. The malice's roar before death pierced into his head, grinding through his sanity, and trying to tear his head apart.
The extreme emotions on both ends competed for his actions, constantly pulling at him, making Isidore feel helpless for a moment.
Vifiya...
Where are you?
Vifiya...
Vifiya...
…
He wants to see her.
…
He had to find her.
Vifiya...
In the flash of lightning, a tiny bit of magic power in the body suddenly turned into a curved silk thread and dissipated in an instant.
Vifiya!
His breathing suddenly became disordered, and the moment he realized something, all the dampness and coldness were instinctively dispelled, and the darkness shattered.
The cloak's magic was triggered.
She was in danger.
The tyranny of destruction was replaced by uneasiness and anxiety.
Vifiya.
Vifiya.
Vifiya.
…
He kept repeating her name silently, as if that soul would appear in his mind, the soul that made his heart beat again.
Would she call his name too?
Isidore lowered his hands from covering his eyes. Should he cast a tracking spell on her? But she would be unhappy if she hadn't got her consent and could track her whereabouts at any time?
The small cloth bag he gave her when they met for the second time had a short-term tracking magic. After giving it to her, he was always worried that she would find him.
What he did was wrong.
So, he gave her the choice.
As long as she squeezed her earrings and said his name, he would be able to hear it and determine her location.
She never called out to him.
She never said his name when she was in danger.
The cold truth lingered on Isidore, as if reminding him of his unreliability in her heart.
In the dead bushes not far away, two pairs of eyes stared at the motionless intruder.
"He stood there for a long time," said Runto.
The companions around him said nothing.
"Mobo, it's about time for us to leave Modheim and head out to attend the Holy Conference, right?" asked Runto.
"Well, before we set off, we need to stabilize our bones first," Mo Bo reminded.
"If we ask the intruder to help us, can he teleport us to the Simparai ruins?"
"Did your skull fall off?"
As he spoke, a small magic circle appeared beside the intruder, and he skillfully took what was spit out of it.
Isidore opened the letter from Kaharun, ignoring the two skeletons that followed him among the dead trees.
The letter burned up the moment he finished reading it.
He picked himself up and started walking again. He needed to find an open space. Although it was a little troublesome, there was still a way to determine Vifiya's location.
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