Wake up refreshed.

The sun is shining outside the window, the birds are shuttling through the forest, and the dew on the grass is shining with colorful light.

Roger stretched, he hadn't relaxed like this in a long time, and with a shake of his mind, he returned to the Shadow Cottage again, and then back to the real world.

In the manor, Henrik and Dirio stayed up all night, and when Roger went, the two were arguing over a new style of decoration.

After saying hello and getting a little ready, Roger drove out of Dublin.

Every answer of the Mountain Maiden is precious, and the new manuscript position is still the one that Henrik has worked hard to obtain for him.

With nothing to do, he planned to go straight to his destination.

Spent a morning on the road.

After eating something in a nearby town at noon, and after entering the mountains, Roger deliberately changed his clothes, trying to reduce the modernity on his body and make the outfit fit fit the style of the game as much as possible.

Finding a specific location should be pulled into a special space, and trying to dilute the features on his body may help with the next action.

The location given by the mountain girl is called the Sleepy Valley, of course, this place does not exist in the real world, and he travels all the way, and soon comes to the designated area.

Take out the leaf that the mountain maiden gave him.

Even after a few days, the leaves are still full of life, and the verdant colors and textures are clearly visible.

Roger's condensation of his spiritual power triggered the special energy in the leaves, and then he whispered a few words.

To be honest, Roger didn't know the specific meaning of the language that came out of his mouth, and it seemed that it should be the strange language unique to the mountain girl race.

In many non-human races, language is not only a tool for communication, but in many cases it also acts as a medium of special energy.

As soon as Roger's words fell, the leaves in his hands automatically beat without wind, and they floated in the air, seeing that Roger did not move, and he naughtily circled around Roger.

Stepping forward, following the leaves floating in mid-air, Roger headed deeper into the woods.

The foliage was growing and the surroundings were becoming more and more remote, and many times, he had to pass through extremely narrow gaps.

Traveling around and around, Roger couldn't figure out where he was until the sun began to set west, and he came to a narrow cave.

"A cave?"

This narrow area made Roger instinctively resist, and then the leaves floating in mid-air suddenly cracked and turned back into three emerald green hairs.

Her hair spontaneously combusted without fire, and the mountain girl's face flashed away.

Roger knew that the cave in front of him might be the destination of his trip.

He no longer hesitated, and cautiously slipped into the fan.

Tick tock.

Inside the cave, there were water droplets falling somewhere, and the darkness did not affect Roger's vision, wading through an underground river, but a white mist suddenly drifted from the depths of the dark cave.

Roger held his breath and walked slowly forward, the next moment the light was bright, and when he came back to his senses, he found himself in a forest.

"Coming in?"

Before Roger could take a look at his surroundings, an exclamation came from the woods not far away.

At the same time, in the woods of the real world, a slightly tired Lehard had to order everyone to stop the search for the time being.

In the gap between the resting of the crowd, Matt quietly came to Lehard's side.

"Sir, we've been walking around this area for days, but now we don't have any clues."

"Could the clues given by the Privy Council be wrong?" The young man's face also lost the calmness of last night.

Lehard is calm on the surface, but he is also a little anxious inside, although the probability of this kind of thing going wrong is very low, but it may not happen.

"Don't worry, how can this kind of place be easily found."

He looked up and looked around, "Tell everyone to rest a little longer." ”

Lehad found a high spot, and he compared his surroundings as he recalled the prompts he had received before leaving.

But at that moment, Lehard raised his eyebrows and noticed a black eagle hovering in mid-air.

He clenched his fists and looked up at the birds of prey flying in the sky.

"Don't you talk about it?"

"Or do you really think I can't see anything?"

Listening to his words, a deft glide of the low-flying black eagle landed on a branch not far away.

It wasn't long before there was a noise in the woods, and three figures appeared in front of Lehard's eyes.

"How could it be you?"

Noticing the badges on the trio's shirts, he asked, a little surprised.

"With such important news, those stingy women would give it to others?"

Walking in front was an old man with gray hair, he was tall, and although he didn't seem to have much muscle, he gave people a sense of straightness and toughness.

"We always have what they need."

The old man had a cane like dead wood in his hand, and he stomped lightly on the ground, and the black eagle on the branch flew up and landed on the wrist of a young man next to him.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Knight Lehard."

"In terms of age, we should be about the same."

The old man smiled heartily, "Look, we're standing together now, who would think we're peers." ”

"I guess most people think of me as your elder, right?"

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched out, and he said with some familiarity.

"Assomani, you're still the same."

Lehard shrugged, "Isn't it interesting to take advantage of this kind of thing?" ”

"Life is only a few decades, and time is so short, so it is natural to have fun in time."

The old man known as Asomani smiled, "You know, we druids are not like you knights, we don't have that much bloodline power and no longevity. ”

"If I can't move on to the next stage, I really don't have much left to live."

A moment of loneliness flashed in the old man's eyes.

Listening to his words, Lehard first poured out a trace of sympathy, but soon came back to his senses.

"You goddamn old thing."

"There shouldn't be any sympathy in the face of you!"

"Haha." The little trick was exposed, but Assoumani was very indifferent.

"It seems that the story in the fairy tale has not officially begun, and we may have come at the right time."

He stepped forward.

"How's that, working together?"

"A manuscript without an owner, a story that has not been opened, and by luck alone, we are afraid that it will take a lot of time."

"And time means change, so let's share information and find a way to start that story together."

"The rest of ......"

"Let's do our best."

Lehard's gaze swept over the three of them, and he quickly weighed the pros and cons in his heart, whether it was the number of people or the combat strength, it was obvious that their side had the advantage.

In this case, he no longer hesitated and nodded.

"It's a pleasure to work with."