I am the Enchantress!

Chapter 125 A Dangerous Warning

"You're not planning to help him?"

Wilder blurted it out, then immediately realized how stupid his question was.

Hollen had previously stated that if it was indeed the people of Ironweave Town who killed those adventurers from Danube City, the consequences would be enormous.

As a mage residing in Ironweave Town, Hollen certainly didn't want such a thing to happen.

so----

"You pretended to agree to his request?"

Wilder then asked.

"Um."

Hollen nodded calmly.

Wilder remained silent for a long time.

Anyone else would have immediately pressed him for more details about the incident.

But Wilder, whose intelligence is as high as 17, was thinking about something else entirely: Why did you tell me this?

Logically, he could have remained silent about his conversation with Monk.

Even if the relationship is okay, you should only talk about asking the other person to do something, and there is absolutely no need to reveal their thoughts.

They want to recruit me?

Wilder sensed this implication.

In his previous life, he was a civil servant in the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development, so he was quite sensitive to this kind of thing.

When a leader values ​​someone and wants to win them over, the first thing they usually do is not to offer any benefits or do anything for them.

Instead, he told him some secrets about the leader himself.

This is the ticket for boarding the ship.

Should I answer?

Wilder nodded almost without thinking: "I understand."

Hollen is the highest-ranking mage he can currently access, so he has no reason not to rely on him.

"So what are your next steps?"

Wilder leaned forward. "Is there anything I can help with?"

Sure enough, Hollen nodded in satisfaction, looking pleased that Wilder had accepted the invitation.

"That guy Monk definitely asked more than just me. There will be quite a few adventurers in town looking for the weapons of those missing people during this time."

He continued, "If you and your partners find any clues, let me know immediately."

"That's it?" Wilder asked.

"that's all."

Wilder nodded thoughtfully.

Ironweave Town is so big, and their team only has a few people, so the probability of finding useful clues is very low.

It seems that Hollen already has a solution.

His arrangement for Wilder was more like the common workplace approach of letting newcomers "get familiar with the project first."

"OK."

Wilder said with great confidence, "I guarantee those weapons will not be available on the market."

Hollen smiled, indicating that he didn't quite believe it.

But Wilder wasn't lying.

After all, he was carrying one of the staffs on his back, but neither Hollen nor Monk noticed anything amiss.

Two of the warhammers have probably already been delivered to Blackrock Keep by Gru.

As for the remaining longsword, longbow, and several daggers, Cyrion had instructed them not to use or trade them recently.

Wilder reminded them again in the next couple of days, and he promised not to let these things show up.

This matter is now closed.

Wilder refilled both teacups with hot water, and the two of them each took a few sips.

"That----"

Wilder tentatively asked, "What's the second thing Monk asked you to do?"

Hollen didn't bring up the other matter, perhaps because he didn't really want to tell him.

But Wilder was curious enough that he couldn't help but ask.

As expected, Hollen did not answer immediately.

He picked up the exquisite porcelain teacup, took another sip of water, and finally shook his head.

"There's another thing that doesn't really concern you right now, so it's better if you don't know."

Wilder was taken aback.

It's normal that the relationship isn't very close.

But what does "not really related to you now" mean?

Could it be related to my future self?

However, since Hollen refused to reveal the answer, he didn't press the matter further and silently drank a few sips of tea.

"Kid."

Hollen suddenly said, "Remember, don't go deep into the forest lately; it's extremely dangerous there!"

His tone was unusually serious, as if it contained a genuine warning about death and fear.

"it is good."

Wilder put down his teacup and nodded solemnly.

but----

This warning was issued after something that couldn't be said.

In other words, the second thing is related to the heart of the forest?

According to Martha, the purpose of the investigation team sent by the association headquarters this time was to investigate the two things: the dragon's breath and the anomalies in the heart of the forest.

It seems they have made some progress.

"The interior of the forest is extremely dangerous."

What exactly is going on there?

Or has something terrible appeared?

Could it be that a dragon has really appeared?

Wilder was lost in thought.

"Kid."

Hollen interrupted his thoughts, "It's already dawn."

"yes."

Wilder looked out the window behind Hollen's shoulder; the faint morning light was already breaking through, and the outlines of the fields in the distance were clearly visible.

It will be a nice day.

"I need to go back to sleep; I can't stay up all night."

Hollen yawned. "You haven't slept either, have you? Go home early."

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Yawning is contagious, and Wilder unconsciously yawned as well.

"Yes, Professor Hollen."

The two finished their tea, and Wilder washed the teacups and neatly put them back in the cabinet.

The two then left the association together and parted ways at a street intersection.

Hollen owns a property in Ironweave, located in the town’s best-looking eastern district.

Wilder, accompanied by his ever-present wolf, returned to the Colt Inn.

When we arrived at the hotel, it was already breakfast time.

The once quiet, deserted tavern is unusually bustling today.

As soon as Wilder opened the door, he heard several people talking animatedly, and they sounded quite familiar.

He looked around.

First, I saw Talia intently munching on a slice of bread at the table by the window, and Martha sitting next to her.

If she were here—

Sure enough, his gaze shifted back, and he immediately saw Cyrion's solid back.

And Gru, who had stacked five layers of hay mats on the chair so that he could reach the table.

Talia was the first to see Wilder.

She waved while taking a bite of bread, her voice soft and sweet from chewing: "Wild, over here."

The other three immediately looked over.

"Little guy! How did you get in from outside—"

Gru was about to ask him why he had come back from outside when he suddenly met the eyes of the wolf beside him.

"—Did you bring back a wolf?"

"this----"

Wilder scratched his head. "It's a long story."

He first ordered a bowl of oatmeal porridge, a bread with butter, and a large piece of pork ribs that were left over from last night at the front desk.

He then pulled up a chair and sat down at one end of the four-person table, let the wolf lie down at his feet, and tossed it a pork chop.

"Aww~"

The wolf began to happily gnaw on the food.

While eating, Wilder told everyone about his experience in the border forest the night before.

After he finished speaking, he asked, "By the way, why are you here so early in the morning?"

"I need to talk to you about something."

Cyrion said, "There's a really good mission out there, and I'm hesitating about whether to take it."

"If it's so good, why hesitate?" Wilder asked.

"because----

'

Cyrion said slowly, "The mission location is deep in the forest."