The hall became quiet in an instant.

Clayel Wind Song does not seem to have a talkative personality. After she finished saying that, she stopped talking. The druid, the forest elf, stood quietly in place, regardless of what she said, and what it represents.

"Clayel, you've never told me before." Nostradamus also frowned: "Are you serious? Is there chaos here to stay?"

"yes."

The female druid blinked her light gray eyes, and her expression was very calm: "It's everywhere."

"But I didn't feel it."

The white-haired mage couldn't help but look around the entire lord's mansion seriously - for granted, he didn't see anything, but out of trust in his companions, he did not refute the words of his friends, but whispered: "I have been studying the power of chaos for twenty-six years. The disgusting stench can be easily discovered even if it is ten kilometers away..."

After observing again, a faint blue color bloomed in both pupils. The old mage even used the energy field this time, but later, he still said with confusion: "No, there is no trace at all... Logically speaking, this is the residence of the new generation of Chaos Guardians of Radcliffe's family. How could there be the power of Chaos?"

Clayel did not reply, but just stood there and shook his head.

But Joshua was thinking.

The power of chaos?

After thinking for a while, the warrior raised his head and said to Clayel very seriously: "This respected Lord Great Druid, can you take me to see where you feel the breath of chaos?"

"Just just point out the position roughly." Joshua added immediately.

“My duty.”

Nodded slightly, then Clayel stepped straight up. Her steps were light, and her dark green robe and green long hair fluttered with the steps, while the warrior and the old mage followed her.

Stepping over the black pine floor, the three of them left the living room and came to other areas of Beppu, and the female druid also began to point out the places where the chaotic power was left one by one.

"corridor."

The elf's slender and slender fingers pointed at the small pine potted plant in the corridor.

"Welcome room."

A wool padded seat.

"study."

This time I drew a circle with my fingertips, which seemed to be all.

"kitchen."

Also all.

“There are also a big ball outside.”

When she said this, Clayel seemed to have noticed something. She bent her eyebrows and looked up at a corner on the second floor, and said in confusion: "Wait..."

At this time, Joshua looked out the window. The female druid said before was referring to the direction of the stable. Although the warrior did not find any traces of chaos, through this, he also confirmed something.

"These are places where Firefly used to go to or manage them, and the stables have been in frequent situations recently... This elf is not talking nonsense."

But the old mage was a little confused. He stroked his white beard and looked puzzled: "Clayel, how did you realize that the difference here is?"

He didn't see anything, and naturally he was a little confused. As a mage of extreme consciousness, although Nostradamus did not use spells to assist him, he could not have noticed nothing based on his years of experience and extremely high perception.

She glanced at the white-haired mage, the very young-looking elf beauty sighed, then she stretched out her right hand out of her robe, and a green halo condensed in her palm.

"Balance is order, imbalance is chaos."

The druid said softly, this was the first time she had said so many things: "Just as civilization and nature are in the same order, destruction and erosion are only one of the forms of chaos, but not all of it."

After talking, the green halo gradually expanded, and then came into contact with Joshua and the old mage. This power with a sense of freshness poured into their bodies, and naturally the two would not refuse.

Under the influence of the emerald green natural power, he and Nostradamus felt that the perspective in front of him changed, and everything turned into different blurred colors and mists. These colors and mists were flowing slowly, forming one harmonious and huge cycle after another with the surroundings. But in this cycle, there was a gray mist that stagnated in place and moved differently. Unlike everything around, it seemed a little out of place.

If it weren't for Clayel's help, neither the old mage nor the warrior could find it, and he had naturally skipped it before.

"Fighting energy... no, it's more basic. This is the power of steel, the breath of steel of origin!"

As a warrior, Joshua immediately noticed the essence behind the fog, but he frowned: "But this is a little different from the power of steel in all things."

In the ancient myth of creation, the initial fire burned out the chaos and forged into the steel of origin. All things were born from the steel. The world was formed from this. The power of fire and steel formed the entire multiverse and was one of the most cornerstone forces in the world. Warriors and other warriors used the power of steel hidden in their bodies to strengthen their bodies, and combined them with will and beliefs to turn into fighting spirit.

As a warrior, it is indeed difficult for Joshua to discover this kind of different steel power, but if he discovers it, he can quickly distinguish the differences. This power is too dead and silent, as if he has no vitality, and does not move at all.

"Cycle means balance, balance means order."

Clayel whispered to the warrior and the old mage: "The power of steel is not abnormal, but it does not enter the cycle of the world, but is blindly accumulated in place...it has been invaded by chaos."

After careful observation, Nostradamus nodded and said, "It's true, it's a little different... Sure enough, there is specialization in skills, and this abnormality can only be noticed by druids who are so focused on order balance."

But why did this abnormality come? The old master couldn't help but turn his head to look at Joshua who was standing aside, as if he was thinking about something.

"Two."

After a moment, Joshua seemed to have made some decision. He said to the two people in front of him in a deep voice: "Although I don't know why there is such an abnormality in my residence, I have something more important to you at this time, and I want to have an inseparable relationship with this abnormality."

As he said that, the soldier turned around and signaled that he would lead the two of them to the second floor: "I want to ask you to take a look."

Clayel and Nostradamus naturally would not refuse. They followed the warrior to the second floor. With the dull steps, the three of them came to a bedroom on the second floor.

"here……"

Staring at the simple-decorated door, the elf druid looked solemn. She turned to look at Joshua, and a trace of doubt appeared in her light gray eyes: "What is this?"

Without replying, the warrior just opened the door silently.

Among the simple-decorated rooms, there is only a desk, a chair, two cabinets and a bed.

And on that bed.

A silver-haired girl sleeps here and never wakes up for a long time.

It has been a long time since Joshua and Brandon's competition. Firefly has been sleeping since then until now.

The heat brought by the high-speed operation of the core in her body has stopped, but there is still no sign of awakening. Joshua does not know how the divine machine operates. Although there is a lot of common sense about the divine machine in the contract, this does not mean that he can know everything. At least the warrior is helpless about the firefly's sleep.

If it weren't for the smooth flow of energy in the silver-haired girl and there was no sign of any bad sign, Joshua probably would have contacted everyone who could contact to see what was going on.

These two people came just right.

Joshua turned his head and looked at Nostradamus and Clayel who were frowning and observing Firefly.

A super-minded master, a high-level golden balance druid, and two high-level spell casters, I think it will definitely solve this problem that has troubled him.
Chapter completed!