Crimson Servant

Chapter 91 Seed of Puzzle

Perhaps John's words had an effect, and the Banshee no longer tried to kill Carl with her eyes. Her figure dissipated into mist, and then flashed back into the blurry position of the two people's vision, using this to guide the direction for the warlock. They followed the guidance of the Banshee and headed deeper into the thick fog.

The air became colder and moister, and sparse raindrops began to fall in the mist. Karl looked at it, and the moisture in front of him took the form of fluttering in the fog, condensing into particles of snowflakes. He felt a biting chill, and deep in the fog where he couldn't see his fingers, the dangerous coldness was beating on his nerves.

The paladin looked forward, and saw the thin warlock standing in front of him. The thick fog made him consciously follow his companion's footsteps. Now the two of them were in a haze, and the figure of the banshee had already appeared. Disappear. Crazy warning combat instincts conveyed to Karl the unfavorable terrain the two were in, and Karl increasingly felt that this was a trap set by the banshee.

Karl immediately turned around, leaned his back against his companions, raised his shield and scanned the surrounding fog vigilantly. John noticed the movements of the Paladin. He understood Karl's behavior, and even felt a stronger sense of physical crisis than Karl. However, he was always guided by that intuition and firmly believed that the Banshee would not harm his intuition.

The two stood there, and after ten breaths, the fog with snowflakes slowly dissipated in front of their eyes. They looked at the scenery around them that gradually became clearer. The frost-stained trees stubbornly sprouted new buds, and the moist soil marked the footsteps of their arrival. After the fog dispersed, the chill weakened a little.

John motioned for Karl to turn back, and they looked forward together. In the middle of the dense pine forest, there was a special building.

nest.

A spherical object made of densely layered frosty pine branches as thick as a finger. The bottom is sunk into the soil, and the highest point has reached the crown of the plant. The branches are tangled like a spider web and are integrated with the surrounding branches, making the entire nest look like a structure. On trees rather than in the soil.

It looked like a huge egg smashed by a giant eagle in the woods. John didn't know whether the giant eagle's egg was that big.

What really made John recognize that this was a nest was the gathered magic power. The surrounding magic power was transmitted along the dense branches on the shell of the nest and gathered underground. This flow of magic power is similar to the lairs built by magic monsters, just like the mage towers built by wizards.

Moreover, John had seen one before, which was very similar to the nest in front of him.

That nest was in the Dark City, on the cobweb cliff where the dark elves kept spiders captive. That nest belonged to Nora. The druids got involved with the Dark Elf spiders at some point and used those long-haired, poisonous, multi-legged monsters as treasury security guards for free.

John once thought that druids had the same idiosyncrasy of building nests in the wild like Nora, but now he understood where Nora learned this weird skill. The Banshee's lair is not only strong and beautiful, but it also absorbs magic.

There is a black patch like ink dots on the round and snow-white shell. There is the entrance to the nest, which is only the size of the mouth of a bottle. A pale palm stretches out from the hole, with the palm facing up, and the palm is spread out naturally.

John and Karl looked at each other, and Karl stepped forward and moved his hands as if to warm up.

"I'll go first."

Facing this weird invitation, the Paladin took a deep breath and was mentally prepared to take the risk. Without any further hesitation, Karl placed his hand on the pale palm.

Snapped!

A crisp sound came from the silent woods.

Karl looked at his palm that had been slapped away somewhat numbly. The back of his hand ached slightly. Even though there was a layer of iron, the slap from the banshee should not be underestimated. The pale palm continued to stretch forward with the palm facing up, but this time, the tips of her fingers were deflected and pointed straight towards John.

The meaning is self-evident, she only invited John. Karl, with a dark face, pulled out his sword and roared as if he was angry: "Don't stop me! This must be a trap! This evil banshee!"

John pushed Karl away, "Okay, this is her lair, just like her home. Karl, you stay here to guard, I will be fine, she is Nora's friend."

The Paladin was not really angry. The reason for his anger came more from the embarrassment of being shut out. After John's reply, Karl quickly sheathed his sword, just stared at the pale palm, and deliberately shouted loudly: "I understand, John. If I don't see you returning safely within thirty minutes, I will definitely set fire to this damn place!"

John smiled, turned around, faced the pale palm, and put his hand on it. Her skin was as cold as ice, and before John could have any more thoughts, an irresistible suction force pulled the warlock into the darkness. Karl saw his friend, a good-looking big living person, being dragged into a bottle-sized cave under a ball of icy blue light, and the cave itself was intact.

The familiar tearing feeling made John realize that this was some kind of space magic application. When the power disappeared, he realized that he was in darkness. The warlock's eyes lit up red, and his dark vision helped him see his surroundings clearly.

He came to the inside of the lair, a flat and polished funnel-shaped space, and he landed on a pile of soft fabrics piled with cotton wool and sawdust, including several rough handmade blankets.

John crawled out of the debris and looked up to see the gap where the source of magic was flowing. It provided a comfortable concentration of magic in the lair and maintained the magic items piled in the corner.

The Banshee's cleaning of her lair was quite simple. She just sorted the hard and soft items into two large piles of debris. Gems, gold coins, magical weapons and equipment were thrown into another pile, and the warlock did not regret losing an opportunity to have close contact with the treasure.

The white figure was already standing there, next to a crooked one-piece bookcase. There is a miscellaneous item placed in each display window, a quill pen, an overturned ink bottle, a money bag embroidered with a snake... These things are far less valuable than the magic treasures discarded in the corner, but They have their own reasons for the banshee to treasure them.

They all had the scent of Nora Sebas on them, they all belonged to Nora, well... at least they were her stolen goods.

John opened his mouth blankly, stepped over the pile of gold coins, and walked towards the strange bookcase. His eyes were fixed on an emerald stone embedded in the carvings on the left side of the bookcase.

It is not only a gem, but those magic flows are like its root system. All the magic power in the entire nest is supporting it. It is embedded in this magic network specially adjusted for it, exuding a faint green light.

At the same time, the flavor originating from Nora on the jadeite gemstone is also the strongest.

It was held by Nora for the longest time, or it was the last treasure that Nora held before she left here.

John turned to look at the banshee. The banshee seemed to understand something and floated over. He took the magician's hand and stretched out towards the emerald green gem.

As it got closer, the gem erupted with a brighter magical halo. Amidst the turmoil of activated magic, John Camp realized in his heart that he knew the true name of this treasure.

The seed of confusion.

(End of this chapter)