Ollie, the maid who serves Angels' daily life, is quite close to him.

The head maid of Mana is the housekeeper of Pat Manor, who has served their two brothers since she was a child, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is an elder relative.

Ingres didn't see either of them in the underground cellar, so he looked at Leon expectantly, hoping to get good news.

Leon's expression was stunned for a moment, with an obscure expression, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

Half an hour later, Angels came to the room of the head maid of Mana.

Although there was a door, he could clearly feel the situation inside the house through the feedback of his spiritual power.

The head maid of Manna was no different from the man in the underground cellar, thin as wood, with blank eyes and unconscious babbling. Because she was locked in her room, her clothes were complete, but once the head maid of Mana was a middle-aged woman who was a little chubby, but now the wide clothes were draped over her, but they were loose, like a child stealing the clothes of an adult.

Angel didn't push the door open, but stood quietly through it for a moment.

Watch as the once round face of the head maid of Manna has become thin and sunken, and as her once gentle smile has become stiff...... The warmth in Angels' memory, the softness in his heart, seemed to be torn into pieces.

After a long time, Ingres looked at Sanders with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Is it really hopeless?"

Sanders was silent.

Sanders' expression said it all, and Angel closed his eyes, and there was silence for a while.

After a long while, Ingres was heard in a lower voice than usual, "Let's go see Master Huyce, what should he know?" ”

Sanders was also going to see Huys, so he didn't object to Ingres's proposal.

Leon then said, "You...... Aren't you going to see Ollie?"

Angel was stunned for a moment, his eyes were abrupt, and then he shook his head: "Forget it, what can I do if I see it, it will only increase my sadness." ”

Ollie's situation, like that of the head Maid Mana, is also affected by the red light. Because of their status as close servants, Leon chose not to lock them in the cellar, but locked them in his room.

The head maid of Manna was already so embarrassed to go and see Ollie...... Angel shook her head, Ollie herself is a girl who loves beauty, and she should be sad to be seen when her ugly appearance is seen, right?

Seeing that Ingres had made up his mind, Leon didn't persuade him anymore, just nodded: "Mentor Xiuis is usually on the clouds and earth in the sky, if there is no accident, he should be there now." ”

Angel bowed, turned around and went straight to the terrace, flying high into the air with Leon.

The cloud soil above Pat Manor was itself refined by Ingres, so he knew the direction well.

When Ingres came to the clouds, he found that there was already a man standing on the clouds: Hobson the White Bear.

The White Bear's expression was in a trance, and his eyes kept staring at the short staff standing on the clouds, which Ingres remembered as the casting tool that the White Bear used to prophesy.

"It's around here, why can't I find it?Where is it, has fate deceived me?Why can't I see anything?" the white bear muttered repeatedly, the magic power in his hand was never broken, and he kept casting spells on the short staff, but the short staff just stood impartially in the moment.

There was only one white bear on the clouds, and no one else was seen. Judging from the muttering in the white bear's mouth, he should have used the prophecy technique to find Eurica, and finally found this place, but when he came here, he didn't see anyone, so he kept casting spells on the short staff, thinking that his prediction was wrong.

Ingres didn't think so, although he didn't see Huyce on the clouds, he remembered that Sanders had said that Huyce had brought Eureka to the exile space, and since that was the case, it was possible that Huyce was not in this realm, but had escaped into the exile space.

Angel looked at Sanders, wanting to get an answer from him.

However, Sanders did not notice Ingres's eyes, and he quietly stared at the tree in the middle of the clouds, the 'Goddess of Spring' Methere.

Murth is a half-tree feathered girl, half fused with the tree, but the upper half of the feathered girl still retains her human form, the feather cuticles are clearly visible, and even her fingers seem to be able to move.

"Sure enough, it's Mother, I heard you say before, you got one. At the time, I didn't believe it, but I didn't expect it to be the case. With amazement in his eyes, Sanders walked towards Meter step by step.

He knew too well the preciousness of Methere, who could make the land fertile, the vegetation flourish, and change the magical environment, a powerful function that almost every wizard wanted to plant a Meter tree in their territory.

The same goes for the wizards of the Savage Cave, but they have a good relationship with the Pamiji Feather Terran, so in order to avoid conflict with the Feathered Terran, there are no wizards to own Metre on the surface, but secretly it is difficult to say.

However, Metre itself is also rare, and almost every Metel is recorded by the Feathered Clan, so it is not easy to get one.

And the Meter in front of him, according to Ingres, is a wild Meter that has not been recorded.

It's a rarity.

Sanders stood in front of Methere, who seemed to sense Saunders's breath, and his body shrank visibly.

Sanders took a closer look at the Mertel, and there were no markings on it, indicating that it was indeed a wild Merther. This made Sanders can't help but glance at Ingres, this kind of thing is hard to come by, and Ingres's luck is as good as ever.

At this moment, a pure white round marble suddenly rolled down to Sanders' feet.

He looked down and saw that there was more than one bead on the ground, and that Meter's surroundings were covered with beads of all sizes, crystal clear, emitting this faint glow in the sun.

"Are these the tears of Merther?" Ingres also walked up, with doubts in his eyes, "How can there be so many?"

Mert's tears are a recipe for the creation of magic plants, and they are also quite valuable.

"Merte's sorrow and joy will bring tears to his eyes. Sanders rubbed the cold beads with thought in his eyes: "The half-tree feathered people, except for the blackened Motel, basically still maintain their original innocence. Generally speaking, when something happens in Memeter's protection that makes her happy, she will cry. In the same way, when there is killing, blood, she will shed tears. ”

Ingres couldn't imagine what would make Metre happy during this time. The truth, then, must be the opposite.

There are so many Murther tears piled up here, which means how many killings and bloodshed have occurred at Pat Manor during this time!

Ingres looked at the beads on the ground, as if he saw not the beads themselves, but the lives of each other.

Saunders noticed Ingres' mood change, he sighed lightly and patted Ingres' shoulder: "Death is not the real end. Besides, things aren't at worst yet. ”

With that, Sanders stood up and pressed the brim of his hat. In the sunlight, it reveals a near-perfect face shape.

As Sanders's lips moved, in an instant, a small blue-white whirlwind took shape in front of Sanders.

"Ahem, ahem, why don't you have any elemental energy at all?" The small whirlwind, which seemed to be like a funnel, suddenly emitted strange fluctuations, which were also captured by Ingres.

"This is the edge island. Sanders said softly.

When Little Whirlwind heard this, its entire body was distorted, and although it did not fluctuate again, its anger and horror were expressed.

Sanders stretched out his hand, as if stroking a child's head, and swept over the elemental tail of the little whirlwind: "If you want to go back, find a place to exile first and help me deliver a message." ”

The little whirlwind hesitated, but still moved. After a while, it turned to green smoke and vanished.

"Is this, the elemental life cultivated by the Mentor?" Ingres had seen the fire-type life cultivated by Sanders before, called Flame, and it was an extremely mischievous elemental life, with stoves, chimneys, and kitchens running everywhere.

"That's right, this is the elemental life I originally cultivated, called a whirlwind. However, unlike the flames, this guy is the laziest and usually stays in the gravity garden. Sanders sighed, sometimes he wanted to change the name of the whirlwind, it would be better to call it Windless.

"Because it is a wind-based life, it is the most sensitive to spatial fluctuations, and it is easiest to leave it to lock the location of the exile space. After Saunders explained, he added: "You have reached the peak of apprenticeship, and you should not be far from a breakthrough, and after you become an official wizard, it is time to consider cultivating elemental life." ”

That being said, elemental life is also good and bad, and if it encounters something that is not suitable, it will even be counterattacked.

Therefore, considering the cultivation of elemental life, this matter needs to be considered in the long run. Sanders didn't think that Angel would immediately cultivate an elemental life suitable for him, which also required fate, and he also had to go to various pan-planes to find his own opportunities.

However, Sanders didn't know that when Angel heard about nurturing elemental life, he immediately remembered the "door" in the Plantagenet Court, which was not much smaller than the rat hole, and behind the door was the tidal realm.

At the gate of the tidal realm, I encountered some strange elemental life, and maybe there will be more elemental life behind it.

Moreover, Angel has a faint guess that the mystery of the disappearance of the elements of the Old Earth Continent may also be there.

About two minutes later, the little whirlwind came out of nowhere, and along with it, there was a gate open in the air.

Huyce stepped out of the gate.

"Hurry up and send me back, it's almost suffocating here. The little whirlwind rushed to Sanders' side.

Sanders didn't say much, loaded the little whirlwind into the gravity garden, and then looked up at Huyce on the other side.