When I woke up, I felt refreshed.

The sun is bright outside the window, the birds are shuttled through the forest, and the dewdrops on the grass are shining with colorful light.

Roger stretched, he hadn't relaxed like this for a long time. With a moving mind, he returned to the Shadow Cabin again and returned to the real world.

Henrik and Dirio stayed up all night in the manor. When Roger went there, the two were arguing over the new decoration style.

After saying hello and preparing for a little while, Roger drove out of Dublin.

Every answer from Shanniao is extremely precious, and the new manuscript location was won by Henrik for all his efforts.

He had nothing to do, so he planned to go directly to the destination.

Spend a morning on the road.

At noon, I ate some food in a nearby town. After entering the mountain, Roger changed his clothes and tried to reduce the modernity on his body, so that his outfit could fit the style in the game as much as possible.

When finding a specific location, he should be pulled into a special space, trying to downplay his own characteristics, which may be helpful for the next action.

The place given by the mountain girl is called Sleeping Valley. Of course, this place does not exist in the real world. He walked along the way and soon arrived at the designated area.

Take out the leaf that the mountain girl gave him.

Even after a few days, the leaves are still full of vitality, and the color and green texture are clearly visible.

Roger condensed his mental power and triggered the special energy in the leaves, and then he chanted a few words in a low voice.

To be honest, Roger was not sure about the specific meaning of the language he spoke. It seemed that it was a strange language unique to the mountain girl race.

In many non-human races, language is not just a tool for communication, but often they also act as a medium of special energy.

As soon as Roger finished speaking, the leaves in his hand were automatically beaten without wind, and turned around and floated into the air. Seeing that Roger did not move, it also mischievously circled around Roger.

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

The branches and leaves are lush, and the surroundings are becoming more and more remote. Many times, he needs to pass through extremely narrow gaps.

After wandering around the way, Roger was completely unable to figure out where he was. It was not until the sun began to fall west that he came to a narrow cave.

"A cave?"

This narrow area made Roger instinctively resist, and then the leaves floating in the air suddenly collapsed and turned into three emerald green hair again.

The hair was burning spontaneously without fire, and the mountain girl's face flashed.

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

He no longer hesitated and carefully entered and fanned.

Tick ​​tick tick.

There was water droplet falling in the cave. The darkness did not affect Roger's sight. When he waded through an underground river, a ball of white mist suddenly floated deep in the dark cave.

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

"Come in?"

Before Roger could look at the surrounding environment, a scream came from the woods not far away.

At the same time, in the woods of the real world, Lehard, who was slightly tired, had to order everyone to stop searching temporarily.

In the gap between the rest of the crowd, Matt quietly came to Lehard.

"Sir, we have been in this area for several days, but now there is no clue at all."

"Will the clues given by the Privy Council go wrong?" The young man's face no longer had the calmness of last night.

Lehard was calm on the surface, but he was also a little anxious inside. Although the probability of such a thing being wrong was very low, it might not have happened.

"Don't worry, how could such a place be easily found?"

He looked up and looked around, "Tell everyone to rest for a while."

Lehard found a high place, and he recalled the prompts he received before departure while comparing his surroundings.

But at this moment, Lehard raised his eyebrows and noticed a black hawk hovering in the 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?"

After hearing his words, the black hawk flying low altitude glided skillfully on a branch not far away.

Not long after, a sound came from the woods, and three figures appeared in front of Lehard.

"How could it be you?"

He noticed the badges worn by the three of them and asked in surprise.

"Will those stingy women give up such important news to others?"

Walking in front was an old man with gray hair. He was tall and might not have much muscle, but he gave people a straight and tough feeling.

“We always have what they need.”

The old man was holding a dead-wood-like cane in his hand. He stomped the ground gently, and the black hawk on the branch flew up and landed on the wrist of a young man next to him.

"Long time no see Knight Lehard."

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

The old man smiled heartily, "Look, when we stand together now, who would think we are the same age?"

"I think most people will regard me as your elder, right?"

The wrinkles on the old man's face stretched out and he said familiarly.

"Asumani, you're still the same."

Lehard shrugged, "Is it interesting to take advantage of this kind of thing?"

"Life is only a few decades, and the time is so short, so you naturally have to have fun in time."

The old man named Asumani smiled, "You know, we druids are not like you knights, who do not have such powerful bloodline power or long life."

"If I can't enter the next stage, I really don't have much life left."

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

After hearing his words, Lehard first burst into sympathy, but he soon came to his senses.

"You damn old guy."

"You should not have any sympathy when facing you!"

"Haha." The trick was exposed, but Asumani was very calm.

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

He stepped forward.

"How about it, do you work together?"

"A manuscript without a master, a story that has not been opened, and it may take a lot of time by luck alone."

"And time means something happening. It's better to share information and find a way to start that story together."

"The rest..."

"Everyone works hard."

Lehard's eyes swept across 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 effectiveness, they obviously had a more advantage.

Since this was the case, he no longer hesitated and nodded.
Chapter completed!