Mystery: A Spark

Such a thing, which can be used to reason with people, explain physics, and even serve as a shield to save one's life, is naturally far superior to the Black Iron Key.

However, for Edwina's sake, Arthur didn't voice those lewd thoughts.

Having a black iron key was enough for him; Grosser's Travels wasn't of much use to him.

"Madam, have you gained anything from your research on this book?" Arthur asked.

“No, nothing at all.” Edwina shook her head. “It looks like an ordinary travelogue, which tells the story of a giant named Grosser who decided to go to the Frost Kingdom to hunt the ‘King of the North,’ a powerful frost dragon.”

"On his journey, he encountered a number of companions, including female elves, devout ascetics, nobles of the Solomon Empire, and soldiers from Rune."

"However, the story suddenly stops when they encounter the 'King of the North' head-on. It's not that there's no sequel, but the last few pages are difficult to open using various methods. You can try it if you don't believe me."

Arthur picked up the travelogue on the table and quickly flipped through it. The last few pages were indeed stuck together and couldn't be separated at all.

"It seems that the people in the travelogue come from different eras, but they have gathered together in the book to fight the dragon together."

"So, ma'am, have you considered the possibility that the people in the book really are..."

"So you come from different eras? But due to some unforeseen event, you entered the world of the book? Is that what you mean?" Edwina interjected.

“That’s right,” Arthur replied with a smile.

“That’s a bold guess. I’ve thought about it before, but I don’t know how to trigger the conditions to enter the book.” Edwina shook her head.

“The Rune soldier in the book was just an ordinary person at first. Since he was able to get in, it means that the conditions for entry are not difficult to meet.” Arthur closed the book in his hand, and then a ball of fire suddenly appeared in his right hand.

That's right, he wanted to try burning the book.

As magical items of the same level, this book and that pen could not possibly be destroyed by fire.

But how to put it... as an arsonist, Arthur felt he would be doing a disservice to his status if he didn't set such a legendary artifact on fire after obtaining it.

Edwina watched his actions but didn't stop him, because she had done the same thing herself when she was doing her research.

"Tsk, how amazing. I wonder if Angelweid will feel a sense of warmth..." Arthur muttered to himself.

"The entry condition you mentioned, which isn't difficult to achieve, usually means dripping one's own blood onto it in the mysticism. But the problem is, who would dare to do that?" Edwina sighed.

“I dare,” Arthur said with a light laugh.

Edwina was taken aback, then, as if realizing something, asked:

"Do you perhaps know the origin of this travelogue?"

Otherwise, she couldn't think of any reason why Arthur would dare to drip his own blood onto it.

In the world of mysticism, this is considered a suicidal act.

It's like using a magic mirror for divination; you never know when you might attract some powerful, unknown, and eerie being.

“I know a little about you. So now, madam, would you like to embark on an adventure with me?” Arthur extended an invitation to Edwina with a smile.

"Just like that?" Edwina raised an eyebrow. "That frost dragon isn't easy to deal with. Are you confident?"

"With so many of us attacking it alone, and our front line having both damage and crowd control, how could we possibly let it fly away? However, the team is indeed lacking a healer, which is a problem, since the front line is a reckless brute with no self-care ability," Arthur said, stroking his chin.

"Milk?" Edwina asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Oh, it's about healing. A well-organized dungeon team usually needs a front-line healer, a damage dealer, and a support role. If you're missing even one of them, the dungeon will become much more difficult," Arthur explained.

“Healing… I have analyzed healing abilities, but I feel they wouldn’t be of much use in a battle against a dragon,” Edwina said thoughtfully.

The destructive power of such a powerful supernatural species as a dragon is unimaginable. Ordinary extraordinary beings would die just from being grazed by the aftershocks of its attack, let alone being directly hit by it.

Her analytical healing abilities are very useful in battles between pirates, but they may not be so effective against creatures like dragons.

To put it bluntly, there wasn't enough milk... Arthur understood, but wasn't too worried.

"As long as we can adopt the right tactics, dragons are not invincible. Moreover, judging from the situation of these characters in the book, this frost dragon is obviously not very powerful. It is probably at the level of Sequence 5 to Sequence 4, which is still within our range."

"Hmm... In that case, I'll go in with you and take a look. Do you need me to arrange for someone to guard this place?" Edwina asked.

“No need, it shouldn’t take too long. Just let Arthas guard it.” Arthur put the book on the table, then took out a knife, cut his finger, and smeared the blood on the cover of the travelogue.

The next second, he found himself in a snowy wonderland, with a relentless, biting wind whipping at his body and face like a knife.

"How dare you come here? The icy winds of Northrend will devour your souls!" Arthur looked at the scene before him and said a line that he remembered very well, with a touch of nostalgia.

This is the opening dialogue of Sindragosa, the ice dragon, in the Frozen Throne raid in World of Warcraft.

Coincidentally, the one they were about to deal with was also an ice dragon, so Arthur recited this line to bring good luck.

Just as he was making a foolish mistake, Edwina appeared beside him.

"Are you cold?" Arthur asked when he noticed Edwina was shivering.

"No~ cold~" Edwina uttered the words with a trembling voice from her pale lips.

"No wonder you're cold." Arthur chuckled as he approached Edwina, who was stubbornly refusing to admit it, and then summoned flames to surround them.

However, Arthur also had some doubts. He wondered why Edwina, as a demigod from the White Tower, did not have any extraordinary abilities related to preparing for warmth.

"You already know, why ask?" Edwina rolled her eyes at him, her complexion gradually regaining its rosy hue.

“Well, madam, it’s your turn to make a move now. Let’s go find the Dragon Slayer Team and meet up with them,” Arthur suggested.

“Okay.” Edwina nodded and then closed her eyes.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked in one direction.

"Let's go that way."

After traveling for some time, they arrived at a mountain peak without any major incidents.

After rounding a huge rock covered with a thick layer of ice, they came to a dark cave with a woman holding an old-fashioned bow and arrow standing guard at the entrance.

The woman had soft, shiny black hair, which she tied into a simple ponytail. Her facial features were very gentle, unlike those of people from any other country in the Northern Continent.

She was wearing a brown, vintage-style hunter's coat and trousers, and her keen eyes caught sight of her.

The elf Shatas… Arthur quickly recognized the woman.

He stopped, maintaining a safe distance from Shatas, and began to speak:

"Hello, Ms. Shatas, we're here to join the group."

Joining... Edwina subtly moved two steps to the side, as if ashamed to be associated with this person.

"Join us? You two are here to slay the dragon too?" Since the other party did not approach, Shatas did not take any precautions.

"Yes, we have long heard of your illustrious reputation and have always longed to join you. That's why we studied and practiced diligently in our hometown and honed our skills before making this special trip to seek your help."

"The King of the North, Eurysian, has been wreaking havoc here for many years. I also want to join forces with all the heroes to rid this scourge of our land and let everyone know the fame of our Twin Heroes," Arthur said loudly and boldly.

"Shut up! What kind of 'male and female heroes' is that? It sounds awful." Edwina, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore when she heard Arthur's nonsense and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth.

However, the next second she saw two thick, sturdy, gray-blue giant legs, and a terrifying giant sword stuck in the snow.

Edwina looked up in astonishment, and in a nearly backward-leaning position, she finally saw clearly that the giant in front of her was nearly four meters tall!

The giant had a grayish-blue complexion, with thick animal fur covering his chest, abdomen, and hips, while the rest of his body was exposed, even his feet were unprotected.

He leaned on his massive sword, wider than a human door, and looked down at the two with his signature single, vertical eye, laughing loudly:

"Haha, so you've also come to seek revenge on Yurisian? Then we'll be companions from now on! This is Shatas, you should have heard of her, the elven singer Shatas."

"Come on in and warm yourselves by the fire. We're about to have our final battle with that evil dragon."

He was indeed a very enthusiastic giant, possessing the boldness unique to a melee warrior… Arthur nodded and smiled:

"Then thank you very much, Mr. Grosser."

Then he followed the giant into the wide cave, with Edwina close behind.

She spoke in a low voice:

Why did you just spout all that nonsense?

"Because it's fun," Arthur replied in a low voice with a smile.

The real reason was that he wanted to quickly build a closer relationship with the Dragon Slayer Squad to facilitate future tactical command.

Arthur's main purpose in coming here was to kill the frost dragon in order to consume the Reaper's Potion.

However, he also didn't want to see the Dragon Slaying Squad suffer heavy casualties like in the original story.

The death of Grosser, the friendly and warm-hearted giant, in particular, left Arthur with some regret.

Of course, his main purpose in spouting those nonsense stories was just for fun.

Upon entering the cave, Arthur saw three humanoid creatures scattered around the campfire.

Snowman, a white-robed ascetic covered in wounds; Longzel, a young Rune soldier clad in heavy black armor and wielding a black straight sword; and Mobert Zoroaster, an unconventional man whose attire was completely asymmetrical.

After introductions, Arthur's gaze first fell on Mobert, and he asked:

"Mr. Mobert, what is your relationship with Mr. Palez Zoroaster?"

“He was my great-grandfather,” Mobert answered instinctively at first, then his eyes widened. “How do you know that name?”

Arthur glanced at the curious, goofy giant Grosser beside him, then at Longzel, who had already woken up, and said with a smile:

"I apologize, my self-introduction just now was not complete. We are actually people from outside the books. I'm sure Viscount Mobert has already noticed that something is amiss here?"

Mobert opened his mouth, then gave a wry smile and said:

"Of course we noticed something was wrong. The truth was too obvious. We went through ordinary lives again and again, becoming muddled and confused, until new members joined us and we began to experience new stories."

"Just like the characters in the book."

“We come from the world outside the book. We were drawn in by your story and came here to help you defeat the dragon and escape your current predicament,” Arthur said earnestly.

He added another sentence at the end:

"Lord Pales is outside, waiting for your return, Mr. Mobert."

……

Inside the captain's cabin of the Golden Dream.

After Arthur and Edwina entered the world of the book, Arthas, who was guarding them, immediately swallowed the travelogue whole.

Then, it quickly burrowed into the spirit world and sped off in a certain direction.

In the world of the book, when Arthur and Edwina found the dragon-slaying team's camp, Arthas also arrived in a certain city.

Inside an ordinary hotel, Leonard was carefully reading the documents in his hands.