No, in order to save more people from those people, the only thing we can rely on now is to learn about the situation from you who have been in contact with them."

The old man nodded: "Her Royal Highness the Princess has already told me about this matter in advance. Of course I understand. If you want to know anything, you can just ask me. I am not bragging. Although I am old, my memory is still good.

Very reliable.”

Fang then said: "If they were ordinary slave traders, there might be some trouble finding them. But those people are said to be related to the great thief Mazhahar, and have also received a batch of ancient documents from him. Obviously, their motives are not that

Generally, so we plan to start from this aspect."

"Wise choice," the old man replied: "But I have to correct you, that is not an ancient document, but a long scroll of Yuanhai."

Fang looked at the other party in surprise.

The old man smiled slightly, and then the kettle on the iron shelf in the fireplace boiled and made a whining sound.

He then stood up, picked up an iron hook, hooked the kettle off the shelf, then took down several tea cups from the wooden shelf on the wall, and poured the light red tea into them one by one.

Smoke curled up in the room for a moment.

"In the north of Corin Ithurion and in many areas of Oshu, people are more accustomed to making tea," the old man put down the teapot and said to everyone slowly: "I heard that this is somewhat similar to your habit."

Fang nodded. Indeed, in Kaolin Ithulian, people's tea-drinking habits are very similar to those in his hometown. It's just that the Kaolin people prefer fermented black tea.

"But in Istania, making tea has its own flavor. Now that you're in this place, it's natural to do as the locals do."

The old man put the teacups on the low table in front of them one by one, with no unnatural look on his face, as if he considered himself the owner of this place even though this place was just in a dungeon.

He put down the tea cup and then said: "Achilles should have introduced me to you, but the identities of scholars from the Silver Tower are mixed, and each has its own school."

"When I was young, I served as an apprentice under the great scholar Hailinde. The ancient writings of Xinsas and Numelin were my research direction. I was also very interested in the Abyssal Scroll."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea before saying: "If not for this, I would not have recognized these ancient documents and risked being discovered to steal these things from those slave traders."

Fang couldn't help but be surprised.

These days, he has been looking for someone who can help him interpret the Abyssal Scroll. Unfortunately, in a small place like Tansnir, it is difficult to even find some ancient documents in the library, let alone someone who is good at this.

But he didn't expect that he would be unable to find anything even after digging through iron shoes, and it would take no effort to get there. The person he was really looking for was actually the person he had made an appointment to meet underground in the Celestial Princess Manor.

If it weren't for the current commission to find those slave merchants, he would have wanted to discuss the matter about those Abyssal Scrolls with them right away.

But even so, he still took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Alfan, since you are very familiar with the Yuanhai Scroll, do you know Mazhahar's intention of handing these things to those slave traders?"

Regarding this question, the old man thought seriously for a moment, and then answered: "I think it has something to do with the Dragon Worship Cult."

Fang was slightly startled, and couldn't help but turn around and look at each other with Sylvester. The noble daughter could still maintain her composure, but he turned back with some confusion and asked:

"How do you say this?"

"As far as I know, in addition to the scholars who study them, there are also alchemists and craftsmen. Only these cultists are interested in these things."

"But there is no way that we and the alchemists can obtain these Abyssal Scrolls from slave traders. I can't think of anyone other than the Dragon Worship Cult who would do such a sneaky thing."

Fang listened and pondered for a moment. This was the opposite of the conclusion he and Sylvester had come to, but it was also within reason. After all, that was what he originally thought.

He asked again: "Mr. Alfan, apart from scholars, alchemists, and the Dragon Worship Cult, are there anyone else who would be interested in the Yuanhai Scroll?"

"What?" The old man was obviously very perceptive and asked, "Do you think this has nothing to do with the above three?"

Fang shook his head. Although he and Sylvester had other inferences, he would never let the news out easily before he was truly sure of the enemy and us.

Even Achilles is the same.

He thought for a moment and was about to answer.

But Sylvide spoke at this moment and replied in a nice voice:

"Mr. Alfan, due to safety reasons, we can't come to you all the time, so we need to ask clearly once, please don't mind.

Although the leader and I also have such speculations, we are not sure about this. Since you are well-informed and have a deep understanding of the Yuanhai Scroll, we hope to find out and fill in the gaps as much as possible on this issue."

She spoke so impeccably that the old man couldn't find anything wrong with her. He just nodded and said, "Let me think about it. Yes, there is indeed such a thing, but it probably has nothing to do with the current matter."

"Whether it's relevant or not," Achilles also said at this time: "Mr. Alfan, you can tell us and let everyone discuss it. Maybe there will be some clues."

"Of course I understand this," the old man slowly said one thing: "That happened more than ten years ago."
Chapter completed!