As dinner approached, the smell of food wafted from the kitchens of every household and filled the streets.
Dilling's appetite increased.
The mayor introduced the roadside: "The specialty of our town is grapes, so we make a lot of wine every year, and the taste is very good. You must try it later."
Dilling said: "Thank you." With Heidein, he could only take the initiative to play a diplomatic role.
The mayor peeked at Heidein, who didn't say a word from beginning to end. He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of offending him, so he had to continue chatting with Di Lin: "The room prepared for you was originally used for my daughter's marriage. Renovated, everything is new, please rest assured to move in.”
Dilling said quickly, "Don't bother. We can just stay in a hotel."
"It's okay, it's okay." The mayor waved his hand, "She won't get married until next month. It's empty right now."
Dilling still declined. Living in someone else's new house is not always good.
The mayor kept saying it was okay.
The two were arguing when they heard Hydein say, "We're staying in a hotel."
Half of the mayor's words got stuck in his throat, and for a long time he said, "Okay."
So, the group turned back halfway and went to the only hotel in the town.
When entering the hotel, the mayor kept muttering to himself about his mistakes. I should have known that I should be prepared with both hands. There are few people from other places in this small town. The business of the hotel can only be maintained, so the facilities and decoration are not very good. Judging by his standards, he was definitely snubbing VIPs.
But Dilling was satisfied with this arrangement.
He and Hyde went back to their rooms, showered and changed their clothes. After a while, the mayor prepared a fragrant dinner.
After Dilling Hyde had used it with him, the conversation finally turned to Vincent Lam.
The mayor was a little nervous when he mentioned this name, for fear that he accidentally said something wrong, "Actually, this is the first time I know this name. There is no such name in the population records of that town in Hangu, and I don't know why he recorded it in the Civil Affairs Bureau. In the archives of the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the house under his name in the archives of the Ministry of Civil Affairs belongs to Father Shaq in the archives of our town in Hangu. But he passed away thirty years ago. Since he did not have any My relatives, so now this house belongs to the town's public property." After he finished speaking, he carefully recalled what he had just said, and made sure there was nothing wrong before he looked at Dilling.
Dilling said, "How did the father Shaq you mentioned die?"
"He's getting old, and he's been in bad health. Do I need to see his case? It's available at the town priest." The priest also doubles as a doctor many times.
Dilling looked at Heidein.
Heidein finally spoke up: "Has anyone been to that house?"
The mayor said: "I will ask Donna to clean it every month. No one else has been there except her. After all, our town does not need to sell or rent it for the time being."
Heidein said: "Take us to see."
"But it's already night." The mayor looked at the sky in embarrassment.
Dilling said, "It's very far there?"
"It's not far. But from here, we need to go through a small road in the woods." The mayor was reluctant, but he didn't want to go against their wishes, so he said, "I'll find a smaller carriage."
It turned out that the carriage he was looking for wasn't small enough.
Seeing that the carriage was almost stuck between two trees, the mayor's face suddenly turned as red as a lantern.
Dilling and Hydein jumped out of the carriage.
"This is the end of the road." The mayor said embarrassedly, "I haven't been here for a long time, so I made a mistake in my estimation."
"Let's go by ourselves, you stay here to watch the carriage." Hyde walked slowly into the woods without waiting for him to answer.
Di Lin said to the hesitant mayor, "You can go back first. We know the way and will come back by ourselves."
"Okay then." The mayor always felt awe in the heart of the indifferent magister.
Dilling walked in the woods for a while before realizing he was lost. I don't know where the path that was supposed to be under my feet is crooked. He was a little anxious. Obviously, Hyde didn't go very far, and he didn't fall for long.
He used wind magic to look around.
After about half an hour, he was a little discouraged and began to think about whether he should stay where he was. After all, a stationary target is much easier to find than a moving one—if Hyde had found him missing.
He was hesitating when his arm was jerked.
Di Lin drew his sword subconsciously, but saw a flash of fire in front of him, and a handsome and arrogant face appeared in front of him.
"Teacher?" He quickly put away the sword, and silently prayed that his movements were fast enough not to be discovered.
- This is obviously very unrealistic.
"Your reliance on a sword is like a baby's reliance on a bottle." Hyderin put away the firelight and dragged his arm back.
"Where are we going?" Dilling started the topic.
Heidein said: "Where you originally wanted to go."
Dilling: "..."
After walking for about a quarter of an hour, the trail finally appeared at my feet.
Dilling breathed a sigh of relief, "When did you find out that I was lost?"
"Earlier than you think." Heidein said.
Dilling could hear that his tone was not good, and he didn't dare to talk about this topic any more.
But Hyde wasn't prepared to let him go so easily, "Can a person without a sense of direction be a general?"
"I don't know, I'm just a magician." Seeing Hydein looking back, Dilling quickly added, "The future."
"I will add one more to the criteria for accepting apprentices later, Lu Chi will not accept it."
Dilling stuck out his tongue secretly.
The end of the trail slowly revealed itself.
It was a three-storey cabin. The wooden house was exposed to the moonlight alone, with a bottomless creek beside it.
"It looks isolated from the world here," Dilling said.
Heidein threw a string of small flames, like a chain, pulled into a straight line, leading the way ahead with Heidein's pace.
The door of the hut opened automatically, and the flames penetrated into the hut.
Dilling looked at the interior of the wooden house by the light of the fire.
The inside of the wooden house is as simple as the outside. The tables and chairs are all made of wood. Judging from its workmanship, it should be made by myself.
"There's no one here." Dilling said nonsense.
Heidein said: "Look for clues." Since Vincent Lin left such a house, he will definitely leave clues.
Dilling picked up the oil lamp on the table, put it under the small flame and lit it, and went upstairs in three steps.
Usually, the owner of the house likes to keep the secret upstairs. Because the people coming and going downstairs are too easy to be found. For example, his father liked to hide the Art of War book in the dark compartment of the bedroom closet, and put it together with the gold and silver jewelry of his mother during her lifetime. This is his most precious thing.
Heiden stayed on the first floor.
The flames slowly dissipated, and each floated around the room, illuminating everything he could see.
He circled around, determined that there was nothing conspicuous, and decided to go upstairs. But before he reached the top of the stairs, his footsteps stopped.
Above the stairs, Di Lin looked down at him with a pale face, as stiff as a stone statue. Behind him, stood a tall and thin figure wrapped in a black robe.
"Vincent." Hyde said solemnly, "Let go."
Vincent Lin let out a deep laughter from his throat, "You were more cute when you were young. At least your face was round at that time, and it was more soft-hearted when you acted like a baby."
Dilling's eyes slanted to the side, feeling very depressed.
Although in terms of seniority, Vincent can be regarded as his apprentice, but when he met, he was restrained without even saying hello, which made people feel useless.
"Is this your student?" Vincent raised his hand, pressed Dilling's head, and touched it gently, "Well, a very good talent."
Heidin said calmly, "What do you want?"
"Shouldn't I ask you this question?" Vincent said with a smile, "It's obviously you who came to me."
"You set up a barrier here, not to wait for me to come to you." Heideyin quickly figured out the reason for Vincent's sudden appearance. This wooden house must have an enchantment he set up, so as soon as he came in, he sensed it, so he could come in time. "You set up a magic circle nearby?" If it wasn't for the magic circle, he would never have arrived so fast.
"Is this the point?" Vincent touched Dilling's hand and slowly moved it to his neck, "Isn't the point now your lovely student?"
Hydein frowned and said, "What do you want?"
"Tsk. You are really old, and I have already answered you this question just now. What do you want?" Vincent smiled, "You never remembered that there was a teacher like me for so many years, so you ran Do you want to be filial to me?"
"My teacher is Bassen!"
"That guy? He has no vision." Vincent said dissatisfiedly, "Apart from watering flowers and cooking, what else can he do?"
Hydein said coldly, "He doesn't know much, but he will never steal the elemental crystals from the Nightmare Forest."
"Elemental crystal. Yeah, it was discovered." Vincent smiled, without any guilt. "However, if I remember correctly, I can get the elemental crystal. You are a great hero."
Hydein said: "That's really thanks to you kidnapping children."
Vincent laughed, "What a big child."
Dilling's right leg was a little numb, and he thought anxiously, when are you going to catch up
"Your student seems impatient." Vincent put his finger on his artery, "The heartbeat is fast."
Heidein said: "Because it's time for him to go to bed."
"..." This excuse is really bad. Dilling couldn't speak, but that didn't stop him from slandering.
Vincent suddenly let go of his hand, released the restriction imposed on him by the way, patted his shoulder and said, "Well, a good boy should go to bed early and get up early."
"..." Until Dilling rushed behind Hydein, he still thought in a trance, just let it go? Does that mean that he has no value as a hostage at all