Rebirth Lives Up to the Stars

For three days, I carved a part of the magic circle on the topaz used to make the magic wand. I think that I will probably spend a long time on this trivial work for a long time after that.

In addition, I went to the place where Alva lived temporarily to find him twice, and asked him some insincere words about the events at that time. He acted very calmly, and my suspicion of him was also eliminated a lot because of his actions. .

It's just that he seems to miss Chelsea a lot, and prays for him or something.

It's a pity that I don't have any affection for Chelsea, and I'm not interested in discussing with Alva about my past being imprisoned by Chelsea, so when he wants to pray for Chelsea, I will leave.

On the fourth day, three other mages and I set aside four places in the small medical clinic in the mercenary regiment's station, and we each occupied one for inspection.

I was in charge of checking the arms, and other mages also checked the mercenary group based on their own healing strengths.

The hands of fighters are mostly rough and have many scars on their palms, while the hands of magicians are more delicate and have fewer scars.

As the number of checks increased, I started to think that this "body check" idea I came up with... just sucks.

The mercenaries working in the mercenary regiment have already done many dangerous missions, so there are naturally countless wounds on their hands. After checking them for a whole morning, I found that at least four of them had old wounds on their jaws.

After the inspection was over, I counted the people I specially circled, and there were as many as eight.Excluding the relatively thin water magician, the remaining seven people all met Alva's criteria of "strong" and "old wounds on the tiger's mouth".

I thought I could find this person right away, but...

It seems that I still have to find a chance and let Alva come and recognize him.

So, I wrote down all the names of those mercenaries, and then told them that there were old wounds on the jaws of the hands, which hindered the flexibility of the hands, and asked them to come separately every few days, and then I would help them Treat separately.

Anyway, those wounded people don’t understand this, and the other magicians who understand this don’t care about my self-inflicted behavior. I think, when the time comes, let Alva hide behind the curtain and peek, everything will be fine. Easy to solve.

Alva was very willing to help me, so I let him hide in the pharmacy when it was dark.

Those seven people came to the clinic one after another in the next few days to treat their old hand diseases. After Alva identified them one by one, he gave me a very shocking answer.

"You said...you said it was Biden?"

"Yes." Alva nodded seriously.

"Biden..." I repeated Biden's name, and suddenly felt a chill in my heart.

If it's Biden... then the truth I'm looking for...is it the "truth" I want to see...

... At this point, I can't allow me to think about it and think it over and over again.

"Okay, Alva, go back to the rented house to rest first, and I will tell you when Bena comes back from the northern forest." I forced Alva to smile, and sent him out of the mercenary group. station.

After his back gradually disappeared into the vast night, I dragged my heavy steps back to the pharmacy.

There were also some topaz nuggets scattered on the table, but I had no interest in carving them.

Biden.

The person who helped Ryan catch the refugees in the refugee village incident.

It is also Ryan's most trusted companion, his arm.

Ryan...

I closed my eyes and suddenly felt empty in my heart.

Could it be...Could it be that everything I imagined in my mind before is true, these...are all made by Ryan...

Should I choose to trust and let it go, or should I stubbornly pursue it...

I tried my best to calm myself down and think about this matter carefully.But suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong.

——Ryan once told me that Alva is from Chelsea. Is it possible... that Alva deliberately misled me and wanted me to misunderstand Ryan?

After all... Even if Ryan wanted to do something, he would not choose Biden, who was so directional, to be his assistant.

Sitting in the pharmacy all night long, I finally fell asleep until dawn.

From that day on, I began to silently monitor Biden.

He hasn't been assigned any tasks recently, and he looks very leisurely. It's just that at noon every day, he will leave the mercenary regiment's station and go to lunch with some people.

After observing him for about half a month, I finally found that every time he finished his lunch outside, he would go home for a lunch break.And at noon every day, different people would visit him with a food box during his lunch break.

Those people didn't stay for a long time, but people came every day, and Biden would receive them every day.

This is so weird...

Ryan sent me a letter a few days ago, telling me that he has almost finished taking care of the northern forest and will set off for the Eastern Continent soon.

I don't have much time left and have to figure out what exactly Biden is up to as soon as possible.

Taking advantage of the dark night, I manipulated the magic with a magic wand, built a simple staircase, and entered Biden's house.

The housing in his house is different from the urban area where I live. It is a single courtyard and very spacious.

People with healing magic elements are not easy to be detected, this is because healing magic has too much natural affinity, and basically has no lethality.Therefore, I have the escort of healing magic, and Biden's defensive fighting spirit should not be able to find me.

At noon today, I saw Biden and the person carrying the food box enter a room on the right side. I thought, I should go into that room.

Although I didn't feel any magical elements or grudges escaping from that room, I knew that it was still the most stupid way to push the door in.

So I decided to climb up on the roof there, and look down through the skylight on the roof, and wait until I had a grasp of the situation before making another plan.

The skylight in this room is very strange, like the stained glass that is often used to decorate churches.

Prayer room?

While thinking this way, I carefully observed the patterns on the glass by the moonlight.

But... I was surprised to find that the painting on this beautiful stained glass was not the holy goddess Korma, nor the benevolent Omar, but the one mentioned in the "Book of Magic and Spells", which can imprison Marcus, the god of forbidden curses for the human soul.

This is not a prayer room... A fighter like Biden, what is he trying to do with such a room related to magic spells in his home?

I gently lifted the stained glass, and a strong stench erupted from it.

I was disgusted by the sudden smell, so I covered my mouth and nose with my hand, and looked inside with a frown.

——The furnishings inside are very simple.

There are stone walls on three sides, without any home furnishings, a cross stands in the center of the room, and a man is tied to it. The man's head is bowed, his hair is disheveled, and his face cannot be seen clearly.

Who is that person...why was he imprisoned here by Biden?

My heart is full of doubts, and these doubts seem to have answers, but... I don't want to admit it.

As if feeling the light falling from the skylight, I saw the bound person move, and then he slowly raised his head.

I held my breath and turned my body slightly to let more moonlight fall into the dark house.

And then...then I saw clearly, the face of the bound man.

— Chelsea, Earl.