Mage's Secret

It was already the next morning when they found the shop for tents and cloaks that the innkeeper had mentioned.

Under the sign of "Mola Supplies", the wooden store door is tightly closed, and it looks no different from other stores on this empty street.

Murphy went up to knock on the door, and after knocking for a long time, the door was opened from the inside. A young woman poked her head out, looked at them warily, and asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Seeing her, Traphael was stunned for a moment, because the appearance of this woman was far from the image of "Old York" he imagined the boss said.

"We want to buy some tents and cloaks. The owner of the Red Dragon Hotel said that your door is still open." The mage replied after recovering.

"Alba asked you to come?" Hearing the mage's words, the woman's expression relaxed a little, and she opened the door a little wider so that a few people outside could come in.

It was only after entering the store that Traphael saw the whole picture of this woman clearly.She was tall, almost as tall as a mage, and she wore a tight-fitting leather hunting suit that outlined her tight lines.Her appearance is not very outstanding, probably due to the long-term wind and sand, her skin is also a little rough, and the ends of her eyebrows are raised, making her face look tough.Her hair was combed all the way back, wrapped in a gray hood with blue stripes.What caught the mage the most was the machete that was almost as long as her arm in her hand.

"There are no people in the city now, and the defense is relaxed. I thought horse thieves from the desert came to rob the city." Noticing that Traphael was looking at the knife in her hand, the woman explained, and at the same time pointed the knife towards her. Throwing it aside casually, the knife fell to the ground and made a very loud noise.

At this time, an old but still strong voice came from the side room of the shop: "Mola, don't throw the knife around, the blade is broken by you."

A tall, elderly man came out of the room. His wrinkled face had firmer lines than that of the woman named Mora, and his pale short hair stood unyieldingly all around.It is very obvious that this man has a very close blood relationship with Mora.

"The knife I made myself won't break so easily." Mo La obviously disagreed with the old man's words.

"Are you Mr. York?" Traphael nodded to the old man, "Mr. Alba from the Red Dragon Hotel asked us to come here to buy supplies for traveling through the desert."

The old man named York waved his hand to the mage, and said, "Just call me old York." He looked at the outfits of the mage and his party, and asked, "You are going to walk through the desert at this time? You'd better turn around quickly, but now even The tree gods have all begun to migrate."

"No problem, the catastrophe won't come so soon." The mage explained to Old York what he explained to the innkeeper yesterday.

Like Alba, Old York didn't believe Traphale's words: "You spellcasters just love to do weird things."

But on the contrary, Mora was very interested in what Traphael said: "You said that the catastrophe will not come, how do you know?"

The mage is used to being a teacher, so he didn't feel impatient with Mora's questioning. He carefully explained to her the reason why the tree people migrated, and the tree people's ability to predict the crisis, and even told her about his catastrophe. Conjecture in the Klan Desert.

Both Mora and Old York listened carefully to Traphael's explanation, but the expressions on their faces were completely opposite.Old York's expression became more and more dignified, while Mora became visibly excited, she turned her head and said to Old York, "Look, the mutation really came from the desert, as long as we find the source, we might be able to stop this disaster! I can go and save Mosiah!"

"Nonsense!" Old York scolded: "Have you forgotten what I once taught you, you have to be in awe of nature? What can you do about the disaster that even tree gods want to avoid?"

"Of course I remember your teachings, but you also know that this cannot be a natural disaster! This is caused by a mutation, you clearly know this, and neither stop nor leave here, you must and this Are you willing to die with the city?!" Mo La retorted even louder.

The content of the quarrel between the two naturally caught Traphael's attention. He didn't know why Mora insisted that the disaster was unusual, but if it was true as she said, removing the source of the mutation could eliminate the disaster , this will undoubtedly be helpful for them to travel through the desert - after eliminating the mutation, the desert will no longer be full of uncertain crises as it is now, not to mention that they have to travel through the desert again when they return from the Moran Plain .

So Traphael interjected and said, "I'm very sorry to interrupt your discussion, but I'm very interested in Miss Mora's words, can you explain it to me in detail? Maybe I can help you."

The mage made such a decision without discussing it with others. Logically speaking, the elves who rushed to the Moran Plain should be very opposed, and maybe he will make the same abnormal behavior as before.But he didn't do anything, even his expression didn't change, only the bard showed an anxious expression that hesitated to speak.

But before the poet could say anything, Old York turned the gunfire, and shouted at the mage and his party: "This is none of your business, strangers." The next few packages were stuffed into the mage's arms, and then he pushed the mage and walked out the door: "Get out of here, you are not welcome here!" Even if Traphael planned to pay him, he didn't go get it.

The mage was pushed out of the door, and when several other people came out, the shop door was closed behind him with a bang.The quarrel between the father and daughter came from the other side of the door, but Traphael couldn't hear it clearly through a door panel.

Murphy looked resentful after Traphael received the rude treatment, but was appeased by the mage: "They should also have their own difficulties, since we have got what we need, let's go Bar."

When they were some distance away from Moraine's walk, Leo finally couldn't help questioning Traphael's intention to waste his time on other things.The mage had expected that he would have such a problem a long time ago, so he explained his plan, and the poet understood his intention. Unfortunately, Old York didn't appreciate it, so they had to give up.

After that, they wandered around the city for a while, but unfortunately, the food was already wiped out by the residents who were still in the city, and they couldn't buy enough dry food in the end.

When they returned to the Red Dragon Hotel, the mage, who was still worried about the food, found an unexpected guest in the hotel——Mo La, who had just met them not long ago, was sitting in the middle of the hotel.

Seeing them coming back, Mo La immediately stood up impatiently and walked towards them. Without even an explanation, she dragged the mage who was still in a daze and walked out the door. Murphy immediately followed and planned to separate Mo La. Pulling the mage's hand.But before he could make any substantive moves, Mora stopped and let go of the mage at the same time.

Traphael found out that she had taken them to the stables in the hotel.The mounts of the four of them were being tied to the stables to eat hay at this time. Next to them, there were several larger long-haired horses. The mage knew them. This is a kind of horse with very good endurance. They walk around without sleep at night, and can endure long-term no food. Most of them haunt various barren places.

"It's impossible for your horses to cross the Crane Desert. We can ride these long-haired horses there. Let's leave your pony horses here first, and you can ride them away when you come back." Mora said .

Traphael wanted to tell her that the stamina of the horses he brought out from the mage's tower was no worse than that of the long-haired horses, only the poet's horse that crossed the desert might be a little bit stuck. They are not short at all, and they want to ask them what to do with only four horses when there are five of them in total.But all he said was: "You just said 'we'? Are you going with us?"

"That's right, don't look down on me." Mora snorted at the surprise in Traphael's words: "I am more familiar with the Crane Desert than you, I will guide you, and you can help me solve problems, which is very important. Good deal."

"No, I didn't mean to look down on you." The mage quickly explained, "I'm just a little surprised that you can travel with us, after all, just now your father stopped you like that..."

Mo La waved at them and said, "Don't worry about that old man, he's lived too long, he's bound to be a little stubborn, I ran out secretly."

Seeing Traphael frowning seriously, she quickly continued: "Don't teach me like him, I know what I'm doing, and I wouldn't be so impulsive if I wasn't sure. And if I'm not wrong, You are a mage, so there is nothing to worry about solving such a problem with a mage."

"To be precise, he is a healer." Out of pride in his identity, Traphael corrected him.

He then asked: "The confidence you said, and what you said in the store before, can you explain it to me in detail now?"

"Of course." Mora said as she carefully took out a fist-sized crystal ball from the bag she was carrying behind her. At this time, one-third of the air in the crystal ball turned black, and all the black air Concentrate in the same direction - the west, the direction of the Moran Plain, the direction they are about to advance.