On a quiet night, the storm came without warning.

In the city of freedom, Carando, it took a day or two nights to leave.

It moisturizes this land where even the air smells copper, and also makes this magnificent city covered with a layer of smoothness after bathing.

Many merchants who had already prepared for a long time and hired workers to move goods in the dock area were relieved.

At the first moment when the rain stopped at dawn, I took a carriage to inspect the warehouse early.

He also prayed that Lord Talos, the Lord of the Storm, would not let His believers suffer losses.

After all, he paid the money...

However, the rain did not stop for long. Before the first ray of dawn rose from the sea level, the light rain began to drizzle again, and the iron-lead clouds above the city showed no signs of dissipation.

It seems that the follow-up of this storm has not yet ended.

Just as the sky was getting light and the city gate opened, Celia, who had just returned to the rest of the White Horse Hotel, and her commander Margolesia, were listening to the sound of rain dripping outside the window.

Celia stood up, walked to the only window in the room, and looked at the strings of water droplets falling under the eaves outside the window.

The rusty little crown on her soft gray hair has been taken off by her. [Crown of Dimension] has two chances left, so she dare not take them out.

This is Carando, a magical creature with an elf-style style that always attracts unnecessary covetousness when worn on her head, so she had already taken it off before entering the city.

"Captain, do you think they will believe it?"

Celia looked at the streets of the civilian area outside the window, where the light rain was drizzling and there were almost no people.

The voice sounded in this simple hotel room with tenderness and tenderness.

Her gray eyes were deep and cold, which was in contrast to her voice.

And the breeze floating under her gorgeous black robe also represents that this adventure did make this warlock lady grow a lot.

Whether it is mood or strength.

Two days ago, after Celia released the [Advanced Invisibility] spell attached to the third [Crown of Dimension].

She felt that in her mind, she naturally understood the three-ring spell [Invisible Magic Ball] and a gift from the wind element bloodline, which was also the [Wind Clothes] of the three-ring spell.

[Invisible Magic Ball]: After release, it can cause all creatures within ten feet to disappear into the air. The temperature, smell and sound of the organism's body will disappear for eight hours.

Note: Attacking, being attacked, eating, drinking water, etc. will cause the invisibility to disappear.

[Wind Clothes]: Create a strong wind barrier that rotates around you. Any weapon attack or flying object must undergo a wind pressure check. If the check fails, the attack will become invalid. The successful check will reverse and reduce damage. The strong wind barrier will not last for a long time, but will disappear after suffering a certain amount of damage.

Note: The size of the barrier can be controlled by the caster himself, but the damage caused by the barrier shield will be affected by the size.

This is why [Crown of Dimensions] can use the remaining two times, precisely because they later used Celia's newly learned spell [Invisible Magic Ball] to hide.

Their ability to return to Carando on time was entirely due to the protection of [Clothes of Wind] that allowed them to move forward without any obstacles in the raging storm.

Of course, the most important thing is after Celia used [Advanced Invisibility] three times in a row.

The aura that had been cold and lingering indestructible seemed to be thrown away by them, and there was no longer the feeling of peeping like a maggot on the bones.

This is also the reason why they dare to save the [Crown of Dimensions] times.

After all, that thing is used less frequently.

Understanding the Three Rings Spell also means that Celia has officially entered the ranks of third-level sorcerers.

This is something that is amazing to say. A fifteen-year-old third-level warlock is a talented person wherever he is placed. He is easily suspected to be a direct descendant of a Wind Giant Spirit.

After all, the growth rate is too fast. It has reached the third level in less than two years, which is already a realm that many elite soldiers cannot reach after fighting on the battlefield for many years.

But the price of her growth is a bit serious.

A bold adventure led to five people going, and two people returning... No, there was also a pseudo-dragon.

Therefore, Celia has never expressed any joy in the White Horse Hotel since she advanced to the third-level warlock, but has a sense of worry.

The gray cumulus clouds above the bell tower of Carando make the environment a little depressed, and the things to be done later are quite serious.

Celia was urged to say this new third-level warlock lady.

"It's okay, Celia, then you'll just tell them the truth!"

"The head of the Adventurer Union will probably remove the commission as soon as possible and go to investigate..."

"After all, we took over this task, and they still believe in our news."

In the hotel room, the samurai who sat on a white oak chair, Margolesia comforted.

She looked at the soft back of Miss Warlock, and there was a hint of pity in her eyes.

This girl, who is three or four years younger than her, assumes the responsibility she should not have at this age.

But it was precisely because of this will that she could escape from the underground cave with her.

"I hope so, for the dead Wickon, Maifane...I will never let him be satisfied!"

Celia, who has regarded the mastermind behind the scenes as the target of revenge, heard Margolesia's relief.

The tone of voice was a bit high, and you could actually hear an endless emotion from the soft voice.

This made Margolesia's expression slightly change.

"Actually, Celia, revenge is right, but if you regard revenge as the motivation to survive."

Margolesia said as she stood up and walked towards Celia.

He used his soft and tall chest to close the girl in front of him from behind.

Through the thin cotton cloth, she could even feel the other person's heartbeat.

She lowered her body, leaned her chin against the window girl's shoulder, and gently advised her to the side of her crystal earlobe.

"You know, they don't want to see you become that way in the Styx."

As the leader of the Dawn Adventure Group, she felt very sensitively that Celia in front of her had begun to transform toward living for revenge. She didn't want to see Celia, an Avenger.

So, she chose to embrace her with tenderness and let her walk out of the haze of revenge.

"Captain, you don't have to worry about me. I won't believe in the goddess of the night..."

Celia felt the worry of the leader behind her and quickly gave her a reassurance. She naturally knew what she was worried about.

The day before, during the storm, they met a priest who claimed to be the goddess of dark night, named Otana.

They were startled at that time, and Otana could easily see through their anger and desire for revenge.

He took the initiative to suggest that they could borrow the power of Ms. Dark Night Shar.

However, borrowing the power of the Night Goddess has a price.

Margolesia refused to accept this price...

There is no free lunch in the world.
Chapter completed!