"If Eugene Melvin is an angel..."
Annan spoke softly and reminded the three of them, "Then what are we all about?"
"us… "
Maria murmured.
She first looked at the "girl" who was staring at the "Warrior" statue, but after a pause, she turned her gaze to the child holding a bouquet in his hand.
"I think... I should be 'Child'. The 'Girl' and 'Warrior' next to each other correspond to Claire and Jin."
Maria analyzed: "Mr. Ghirlandaio must correspond to the 'Cause'. After all, the Centaur is proficient in prophetic spells, and..."
"Although the centaurs are strong and good at fighting, they all like to run away. This is very similar to us."
Ghirlandaio accepted Maria's words and admitted frankly.
After finishing speaking, he looked at Merlin again: "Mr. Merlin should be a 'giant'."
"Why giants?"
Annan questioned this.
He can always ask a question at the most appropriate time.
Ghirlandaio smiled, and replied casually: "Because giants are a race of 'no vision in youth' and 'incapable of speech in old age'. And this..."
There is no doubt that the "giant" statue refers to the disabled wizard Merlin Manning.
Or rather, it's actually a mockery of his past status as the Hand of Winter.
As the owner of the wizard tower, Michelangelo obviously didn't like these "wizard hunters".
Merlin nodded upon hearing this, grinned self-deprecatingly, and smiled silently.
"Since this is the case, Master Benjamin can only be an 'old man'."
Annan nodded, and pulled the topic back from the embarrassing place without a trace: "There are still 'goblin' and 'giant snake'. Then I..."
"It's 'goblin'."
Maria made a cold and immature voice, and answered first: "Because goblins are good at deceiving people, and—"
As she said that, she glanced at Annan and added, "Fairies like to steal things."
"Is that so..."
Annan looked at the statues of the goblins and nodded knowingly.
These strange beings with beautiful faces and a pair of wings that are as long as the calf are either secretly holding a sword scabbard that is much taller than themselves beside the warrior, or secretly hiding a money bag near the old man, or holding a sword behind their back. Holding poisonous spikes, flying up to chat with "children", or flying in the ears of girls, pointing at soldiers and saying bad things...
So, is this the prophecy statue
It did seem like something Gerald could do.
Annan was not angry, but was thinking seriously.
After all, it was Gerald who was ridiculed by Master Michelangelo, not Annan. Naturally, he wouldn't randomly take a seat.
So, who is the giant snake
He set his sights on the giant snake that soared to the sky in the center of the group of statues.
"It looks, it seems to be..."
... molting
Annan hadn't finished speaking.
A huge roar, accompanied by a terrifying sound wave, struck without warning.
The ground beneath their feet shook violently. Like an earthquake, the entire wizard tower was shaking violently... and the flames in the hall were stretched again, becoming slender and blue.
Several statues representing "warrior" suddenly became dark and transparent in the eyes of the four of them, kept fading, and finally disappeared completely.
Afterwards, the flame returned to its previous color again.
The hall became bright again.
"... Jin, something happened."
During the brief silence, Annan was the first to speak softly.
"Go and see?"
Uncle Ghirlandaio asked.
Annan glanced at Maria.
But she just shook her head slowly.
"Need not."
She frowned and replied in a low voice: "I think Claire should come back.
"To be on the safe side, there is a place where the destructive wizard died... it's best not to get close."
Without waiting for Annan to reply.
On the road behind them, a person walked out slowly.
The ring on his right hand was shining faintly, and his expression was solemn and calm.
The light flowed out of the ring like a living thing, floating on his skin, forming a bewitching "eye".
—It was the transformation wizard, Benjamin.
Seeing his appearance, Merlin immediately stood in front of Maria.
He opened his mouth slightly and took a deep breath.
Annan clearly saw that his tongue was not cut off. Instead, it was engraved with many black runes, making his tongue appear a stone-like gray color.
And at the tip of the rune, it wears a silver tongue ring like a ring!
As Merlin inhaled slowly, the tongue ring also shone brightly. Purple-black runes crawled out from it, all over his mouth.
Afterwards, Merlin exhaled lightly.
Like smoking.
White smoke slowly gushed out from his mouth and nose. His eyes and ears also gradually leaked a chill visible to the naked eye.
The temperature in the air seems to have dropped a bit... and it's still dropping.
Benjamin saw Merlin free the load, and stopped moving forward.
The radiance on his ring became brighter, the half-closed eye opened more, and some tiny runes dotted from nearby.
Just when Benjamin confronted the four of them.
The wall suddenly gave way.
No, it's not so much a collapse... as a melting.
The entire wall turned into something like cement, as if it had turned into a liquid.
Then, the cement suddenly separated from the middle.
Claire walked out from the other side of the wall with a gloomy face.
Her body bears some scars caused by the high temperature, and her originally smooth and silky hair is also a little messy... as if she just escaped from the fire.
Her ring also sparkles. The curse formed a windmill-like shape on the back of the hand, spinning slowly.
The concrete followed her, dragging along the ground. And beside her was still hot plasma floating. It is like a bright red snake, swimming flexibly in the air.
that blood...
It should be golden blood.
Annan guessed.
Although he didn't know much about destroying wizards, judging from Maria's statement and the blood that started to burn violently after Jin coughed on the ground... the nature of destroying wizards seems to be unstable.
After Claire appeared, she glanced at Annan and the others, and quickly locked her eyes on Benjamin.
"It's you... right?"
she asked bitterly.
It was beyond everyone's expectations.
Benjamin admitted it frankly: "If you're asking about the person who killed 'Jin Kelan', then...it was indeed me."
The tall and straight old man slowly unbuttoned his long windbreaker in a calm tone.
I saw several flasks and test tubes tied to the inside of the windbreaker. Three or four of them had been unplugged.
"Is there any problem with killing a vicious pirate who has killed at least thirty people?"
Benjamin asked calmly.
As he spoke, he slowly pulled out the remaining plugs.
He looked at the short, light brown curly hair, "And you, Ms. Claire. Or, Captain Karl Mathew, you don't have to pretend. Your hair color is very rare...
"Is it you who tamed 'Jin' and made him drink an excessive amount of the powerful curse?"
Claire was silent for a while.
The hatred on her face suddenly disappeared.
She just smiled softly and brushed her short hair by her ear.
Except for his short hair and pupils, his whole body collapsed as if it melted, then stood up again, and instantly reorganized into another person.
— A pale, somewhat short young man with profound features.