Elena fell out of the carriage, and the rapidly changing atmospheric pressure tore Elena from both sides. She felt almost like a burning suffocation, and her heart was so heavy that it seemed like she couldn't bleed.

The weightless feeling of falling from a high altitude was stronger than imagined. Before Elena could fully feel it, her body was dragged into the carriage by Joel.

The discomfort just now was slowly disappearing. To be precise, it seemed like something was holding up the carriage.

The fiery red light coming from outside made her guess the answer.

"Is it Igna?"

"yes."

"He's here too?" Igna couldn't help but increase his voice.

An unexpected answer, but also a nearly devastating answer. It is already very difficult to hide one dragon, let alone two.

"He always clings to me and it bothers me."

Elena thought for a while, it would be really troublesome if a dragon followed her all the time, but there seemed to be something even more troublesome than this.

"Compared to this, fire...won't the carriage burn?"

"How rude!"

Igna expressed strong dissatisfaction, which meant both things. If it weren't for the hateful pet contract, he wouldn't want to stick to Joel. If possible, he would rather stick to Demi, but he didn't say it because of the dragon face.

He just expressed his refutation of Elena's statement.

"The control of flames is the foundation of the red dragon. We have been bathed in fire since childhood. If we can't even control the flames, how stupid we would be."

"I think...it's safer to put away the flame." Elena obviously didn't trust him too much.

Even a saint cannot be foolproof and avoid making mistakes.

What's more, the impression Igna brings to people is indeed not very good... How much trust should be given to a guy who can perform "flat ground throwing" in the sky?

"This is what Joel ordered. It's a plan." Igna muttered.

Elena was stunned for a moment. She didn't think there was any plan that required the flames to be deliberately released.

At this moment, Joel beside him began to murmur.

That was the sound of Joel chanting magic. The chant was so complex that it could not be recognized by the brain, but it was very easy to distinguish when the sound sounded.

The firelight in the sky became even redder.

"..what is that?"

The people in El Palenque made their voices heard.

The red sky attracted everyone's attention.

If there was a "whistle" last night that broke the tranquility of Palenque, then the strange scene at this moment was an unprecedented spectacle. People stopped what they were doing and raised their heads to look.

The sky was burning red. Nonali, who had just finished his work with Viscount Conil and rushed back to his post, was doing the same, but he was looking at the strange sky with some uneasiness.

Before what happened to Viscount Cornier, he would have been able to appreciate this magnificent scene with peace of mind, but now he was not in such a mood.

E. Palenque, known as the Iron Wall, in addition to the Caldera Palace that stands in the center, symbolizing the center of power, there are also mage towers standing at each end of the suburbs. Twelve mage towers look around E. Palenque.

Palenque, the barrier connected to it can form an unbreakable defensive circle during war.

With such an iron wall, even if a world war breaks out, most people will still think that it will remain standing.

But..

Nonali did not go directly to find Grand Duke Tobias after finding nothing. He knew the character of this Grand Duke well and was regarded as a legend. In his daily life, he was no different from other ordinary people, more like

He is an ordinary "strict uncle", and he doesn't like his subordinates to ask him when they encounter trouble, and hopes that they can solve the problem by themselves.

For this reason, he sought help from Hadiva, the president of the Mage Association. With the strength of a saint, he looked at the shadows and said in a harsh tone, "Leave quickly!"

Nonali could feel the anxiety and fear in his words, to be able to let a saint say such words...

This also made Nonali uneasy all day long, and even reporting the situation to Archduke Tobias could not improve it.

Does this strange scene mean something will happen now?

Just when he was thinking this, there was a "buzzing" sound in his ears, like countless flies buzzing in his ears, the sky made a trembling sound, and the red color became darker and darker.

.What came into sight was the fiery red meteorite, and the buzzing sound was replaced by a roar.

The tranquility was completely broken..

People who had never seen this spectacular scene were stunned. When they reacted, they just retreated into the house in fear.

"Meteorite..?"

Natural disaster? The answer Nonali told in his heart was not.

Nonali was stunned for a moment by the sudden appearance of a figure.

"..Chairman Hadiwa?"

Hadiva is not just a saint.

When he was six years old, Hadiva became a magic apprentice. He formally studied under his teacher and became a mage in only half a year. The news of his next upgrade came when he was ten years old.

It was rumored at that time that he was already a third-level magician at that time, and when he became famous, it was his coming-of-age ceremony at the age of sixteen. At that time, he had reached a level that others might not be able to achieve in their lifetime.

A sixteen-year-old fifth-level magician. As time went on, just when everyone had almost forgotten his "name of genius", he intervened in a war, and by that time he had become a sixth-level magician.

A magician of the highest level is called a "saint".

Now, Hadiwa is old...

The accumulation of time has made him far more powerful than other mages. Even the mages in the Scarlet King's capital have never competed with him for the position of mage guild president, which is enough to show how powerful he is.

It turns out that he has learned the magic of space...

I'm afraid only he can understand Nonali's shock.

"That's man-made..." Hadiva replied briefly.

He opened his mouth excitedly, and what was exposed was that he had lost several unevenly arranged teeth. What was revealed on his old face was a sense of vitality, which was different from the excitement of a young man. Like a scholar,

I saw the desire for discovery revealed in unknown areas.

If Joel were here, he would definitely point out sternly that it was Long’s fault!

"..There is a breath of magic in there, I can smell it..."

Can magic come through smell?

Feeling the heat wave hitting his face, Nonali put away the rest of his thoughts and urged: "...Now we are not worrying about who released the magic, but... we need to...protect the city of E. Palenque."

"No, what's more important is... who releases the magic!"
Chapter completed!