Cohen's pupils shrank slightly, he couldn't help but nod, and a hint of recognition appeared on his face.

"Since that's the case, please come with me... The teacher is also at home, and he will definitely be happy to see you."

...

Following the winding mountain trail, the temperature dropped sharply.

The deeper you go into the mountains, the colder the climate becomes. The wind is not fast, but it is so cold that it is like a steel knife scraping the surface, making the passerby red cheeks.

The couple Igsena and Cohen were tightly attached like magnets, keeping each other warm and biting their ears intimately.

Roy, who was behind them, wore a hood behind his head, and unwilling to fall behind, stuffed the Golfen Black Cat into the collar on his chest, and gave it a rolling order.

The fluff was rubbing the skin wildly, and the demon hunter felt better.

The terrain is getting steeper.

There are snow slopes with a slope of nearly 75 degrees on both sides, and only a narrow and steep snow-covered stone road in the center is left.

Milky white rime hung on the pine trees. From a distance, these opaque ice layers reflected colorful sunlight.

The scenery is beautiful.

But the witch hunter has no intention of appreciating it.

After walking for half an hour without stopping, the terrain began to descend again, extending to the coastline to the west. Soon after, the three of them arrived at their destination.

The once majestic and tall Fortress of Kels Siren stands on the cliffs of the Povis coastline. Most of the buildings are buried deep in snow and become a wide and flat ruin. Only five or six towers are on the top of the ground, barely called a few low bungalows.

Even so, these rooms were seriously damaged, with traces of collapse and fragmentation everywhere, revealing mottled wall tiles.

Most of them appear old blue-gray, and some of them are lighter in color, which is obviously artificially repaired later...

The roof is covered with a thick layer of snow, and crystal clear ice ridges are hanging under the eaves.

There is no doubt that living in it is definitely not a good enjoyment, and most people keep a distance from it.

"Welcome to Kyle Siren, Roy, the place is simple, don't be surprised." Cohen finally let go of his girlfriend's hand, turned around and smiled at his fellow witch hunter, with pride on his face,

"Your Excellency is humble. Kyle Siren can be regarded as a famous fortress. It has extraordinary significance for the witch hunter, so naturally we cannot just look at the appearance."

“I’m very interested in its history.”

Roy stepped into the land, walked straight along the courtyard, and couldn't help but walk to the edge of the cliff, next to a towering stone tablet in the snow and ice.

The stone tablets can be seen everywhere in the vicissitudes of life, but they are not covered with ice and snow. They are written in ancient languages ​​with "Kels Siren" and a date.

"1029 Soul Moon"

It has been more than 230 years since then.

He looked down at the rear through the stone tablet. The sea water below more than 20 meters was rippling with violent and strange vortexes, and the huge waves kept shaking the coastal reefs. It seemed to be shaking, making people dizzy.

At the same time, the pendant between the neck buzzed again.

This time it was even more intense, like a sparrow trying to break free from the net.

He controlled the badge, but he was so abundant that he had a substantial chaotic energy that he still penetrated into his body everywhere, leaving the magic value in a strange state of overflow.

A changing magical light flashed in front of my eyes.

"This is a magical place?!"

"You're right." A gentle and magnetic male voice rang out, and Roy's heart moved and turned around.

An old man walked out of the central tower and stood under the eaves, where the sun could not shine.

She was wearing a thin reddish-brown robe, with long gray-brown hair draped over her shoulders, and her back was straight.

There was a circle of carefully-treated beards around her lips, her eyes were sunken and bloodshot, and she didn't seem to have much rest.

The cheeks are narrow and long, the facial features are handsome, and the amber eyes are not as daunting as most witch hunters, but instead shine with the light of wisdom.

He held a book in his left hand, a quill in his right hand, and a canvas pocket wrapped around his waist.

The kind that is usually used to contain books and documents.

He dressed rather than a witch hunter who made a living by hunting monsters, but more like a knowledgeable professor at Osenfort University or an administrator of a private library of some great nobles.

He looks like a well-maintained middle-aged man in his forties.

Kelda

Age: 193

Gender: Male

Identity: Grand Master of Griffon School (proficient in all Griffon School skills)

Life: 170

Magic: 270

property:

Strength: 16

Agility: 16

Physical constitution: 17

Perception: 14

Will: 9

Charm: 7

Spirit: 27

Skill:

The Magic Hunter Seal lv10: Quinn (mutation), Yaksey (mutation), Yaden (mutation), Igni (mutation), Alder (mutation), Heliotrop (mutation), and Colump (mutation).

Griffon School Secret Technique lv8: This stage includes double magic seals, as well as the roars of the four major realms of the elemental realm, which can mobilize the chaotic energy in the air and greatly enhance the power of the magic seal.

Alchemy lv10, meditation lv9, griffin school long sword sword lv10, witch hunter sense lv10, portal lv6, magic trick two lv3

Dharma source (passive solidification).

Others are omitted.

...

"This land is filled with the pulsation of chaotic energy. A long time ago, the elf mage discovered its value and built the castle here." Kelda was still writing in his hand, and his amber pupils looked at Roy, "What's the point of visiting Kelsior Siren, friends who came from afar?"

"Dear Lord Kelda, I am Roy, the witch hunter of the Snake Sect..." Roy bent down and bowed to him, his face uncovered respect, just as Visemir was the spiritual symbol of the Wolf Sect.

Kelda is the backbone and guardian of the Griffon sect.

The entire school was destroyed more thoroughly than Kylemohan and became a real ruin.

He still never leaves him.

He said he was pedantic, but he used this pile of broken walls to cultivate a new apprentice Cohen.

It has continued its fate for decades for the Griffon School.

What he did is admirable.

Besides, he has so many powerful skills

Roy himself only had the Igney Seal mutation, while this old man had all mutated seven Seals.

He also possesses secret techniques related to the four great realm spirits, and his seal has been strengthened to the extreme.

However, an unusual feeling surged in my heart, and Roy raised his eyebrows.

Something seems to be wrong in the information I just obtained?

But he couldn't figure it out for a moment, and continued

"Master Visemir mentioned you and this great academy. Out of curiosity and respect, I came to visit, and also regarded it as a tempering for myself." He said that, and handed over a letter.

"Visermere, Kelmohan's old guy?" Kelda carefully put the book into the cloth bag, and the quill was clamped on his ear, took the envelope and browsed it briefly.

His face became softer.

"I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. How is Visemill's current situation? Are you still in good health?"

"You have to worry. The master has nothing to do with it, and life is very comfortable."

Well, I'm still busy rekindling my old love with my lover, and maybe I've arrived in Orsonfort now.

Kelda showed relief on his face and stroked his soft beard.

"The old guy has never had a wrong vision. Since he recommends you, then you are a friend of the Griffon School."

"Come in and sit, polite kid," Kelda turned his eyes to the other side.

Igsenna's mind was filled with muddyness, and she bowed her knees to the old man shyly and awkwardly, but a trace of lingering awe for the elders flashed in her eyes.

"Corn, my stupid disciple, can you show half of the cleverness of dealing with the Bat Winged Demon? Bring your girlfriend in too!"

"Don't freeze her!"
Chapter completed!