As teammates who participated in the spy case together, Alder and others also knew the existence of the mirror eye.

Martin also briefly explained that the eyeball was actually a relic of a powerful existence, but the specific situation was not explained in detail.

"The extraordinary people in the realm of death like to collect corpses. The stronger the corpse is, the more power they can gain from it..." Fry explained.

However, Martin felt that Maloney's purpose for the mirrored eyes was not that simple.

Perhaps it has something to do with Kaland himself.

Speaking of which, the predecessor of the dream world was mirror space. What is the relationship between the two?

Listening to his teammates chatting, Martin became more and more curious about what happened at the end of the Third Age.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines red in the clouds in the sky.

Martin sat by the bed writing and painting, continuing to learn the simple and elegant characters of Di Mongolian.

Next to it, the moon is sitting on the desk.

Under its claws, the golden dice was being pirated around as a toy by it, and its movements were extremely flexible.

Doriani sat in front of the window, concentrating on the probability theory problems he encountered, and sometimes he showed his gritting teeth.

When she encounters difficulties in her studies, she is always willing to think hard until she is sure that she cannot make a breakthrough. She will come to Martin for advice.

At the beginning, Martin was able to solve her problems more easily and easily.

But as he deepened his learning, Doriani's questions became more and more difficult, and Martin was very challenging to answer, and it took more and more time.

At the moment, the problem is getting harder and harder, and even Martin cannot guarantee that it can be answered completely.

Rolling around—

The dice were brought to the ground by the half-lying moon, making a crisp sound, breaking the quiet picture in front of you.

The moon, who was facing the side, raised her head and stared at Martin.

Meow!

The moon stared at the innocent light green eyes and blinked.

From sight contact, Martin understood its sound.

The translation is: Please help me pick it up. In addition, if you have a customer coming, he influenced me just now!

I don’t know if I called the name “Nabich” in my heart last time, but now Martin can understand the moon’s cat language without direct physical contact.

Martin even checked his panel and confirmed that he did not have the ability to [Cat Language: Entry Level] or [Animal Communication].

Martin bent down and picked up the golden dice and threw it in front of the moon.

However, the moon, which was lying lazily, suddenly jumped up from the table with a clever agility, avoiding the golden dice!

Rolling the bones-

The golden dice rotates quickly on the wooden table, refracting a dazzling light.

When you finally stop, two red concave points face upwards.

Two o'clock!

Martin looked at the moon and frowned, wondering about its movements.

Meow!

The moon also saw the dice points, shook its little head and screamed twice.

Hehe! You are not very lucky! You must be careful!

Martin didn't understand what this point meant, but since the moon had reminded him like this, he became more alert.

Doriani, who was standing beside him, happened to witness Martin's movements, and seemed to notice something, and a look of worry suddenly appeared on his face.

Without even hesitation, she took the initiative to ask: "What are your arrangements that are different from usual recently? Or are they planning?"

Martin frowned slightly and thought for a moment, nodded hesitantly.

Doriani continued to explain: "Then you'd better be careful. Every time this dice is thrown, it will have a divination-like effect."

"If you have two points, it means you may encounter some dangers. If you don't deal with it seriously, it will even endanger your life!"

When Martin heard Doriani say this, his brows frowned even tighter.

Of course he knew that Doriani would never be aimless, and he must have received some inspiration or induction to say this.

After all, her bloodline is extraordinary.

It is completely reasonable to have similar abilities.

In fact, Martin was just thinking about [Soram Key], thinking about what questions should be asked next time he met Ishta.

Could it be... the point indicating the dice is related to this?

Dingding!

The doorbell was ringing abruptly and a guest came.

Martin stopped thinking and glared at the moon.

It seems that this little guy who looks harmless is very keen!

Martin turned his head and looked out the window again.

Tiya appeared in front of the window and nodded slightly at him.

However, after opening the door, Martin found that Tia was not the only guest.

Beside her was Zeta's ambassador, Maleg.

The old man was very kind, with a smile on his face and nodded to Martin.

Martin even felt that he was a little too good to his kindness.

"Mr. Maleg wants to see you," said Tia.

Martin nodded and hurriedly let the two of them into the room.

After inviting the two to sit down in the living room, Doriani quickly stood up, poured a cup of tea for the three of them, and put two plates of desserts made by her.

Tiya glanced at her with a little unnatural look.

Dorian smiled at him, then walked back to the desk and continued to think about her probability theory.

However, if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that she is no longer as focused as before.

On the contrary, her eyes were always staring at a certain location, and her ears were quietly raised.

Obviously, she cared about the content of the conversation here.

The moon walked out of the bedroom with a cat step, jumped gently, and jumped to the table, looking like it was nothing to do, lying on the table as if no one was around, closing his eyes and napping.

After taking a sip of the honey fruit tea that he particularly liked, Martin turned his head and looked at the old man, and asked with a smile: "I don't know what's wrong with Mr. Mareg?"

Maleg looked at Tia beside him, paused and said nothing.

Is this what she wants to avoid?

However, Tiya didn't move, took a sip of hot tea, pretending to be the expression of an old man who had not seen him.

Martin had no choice but to speak to Maleg, "Mr. Maleg, just say anything if you have anything to do!"

Marreg nodded, took a deep breath and asked Martin, "Have you ever considered going back to Zeta?"

What?

Back to Zeta?

What are you talking about?!

The expression on Martin's face was filled with question marks.

"Sorry, I have no plans to leave Faralin at the moment." Martin was full of doubt, but he immediately expressed his attitude.

Martin's answer did not seem to surprise the other party.

"You probably haven't entered the middle level yet, right? The subsequent advancement of the secret technique sequence is very troublesome, but Zeta has a very complete system."

"Our Planders family, from low to high, is equipped with everything, whether it is potions or advanced rituals..."

Maleg persuaded patiently.

Listening to his words, Martin realized that there might be some misunderstanding in the middle.

Maleg considers himself to be the extraordinary person in the secret sequence...

Such a misunderstanding should be related to the battle that took place in the morning.

At that time, he used the [Psychic Shield], which is indeed the iconic ability of the secret technique sequence.

Moreover, it is estimated that the existence of the Wordless Thorn also caused some misjudgment.

But how should this be explained?

Something is a headache!
To be continued...