"Shut up, Harlem!"

Hidden in the shadows, Steel's voice was full of viciousness, and he said, "If you still want to stay in your place and be free!" ”

"You're threatening me? We've written off our old accounts - you want to break the power of the contract? ”

The wizard was stunned and said subconsciously.

"So what? I'm the messenger of the Ring of Mobius, do I need to care about the eyes of others? ”

In the shadow of the cloak, the corners of Sdel's mouth turned up, full of disdain and sarcasm.

And the wizard who thought that he could start again after a qiē was over, but his face changed again and again.

"Haring, delving into it alone really makes you a real wizard? Are your brains rusty? Forgot the rules of our Mobius Ring? But don't worry, we're allies - I don't want to abandon an ally that would be of great use to me! So...... Harlem, you have to show your value! ”

A somber laugh erupted from under Steel's hood, making the wizard's face even more ugly.

"I'm going to bring our goal back here! A living Lord of Zelgan is much stronger than a dead one - prepare me with a high-standard paralyzing potion! ”

As he left, Steele said as if he were ordering his subordinates.

The wizard stood still and didn't say a word, just watching as Sdel vanished.

And when Steele vanished, the wizard clenched his fists violently - he felt the humiliation of being deceived, and this made him angry.

Under such anger. The wizard set out to find the easiest and most effective way to get revenge.

And very lucky. Such an approach. There's one right in front of you.

With a muffled incantation, two translucent hummingbird-like birds appeared in his hand, and quickly formed into entities.

The emerald green figure rose into the sky with the upward throw of the wizard's palm.

Almost instantly, it disappeared into this layered mist.

"Sdel, you forced me first!"

The wizard said in a deep voice, the expression on his face changing again. Then, turning around, he walked towards the special room that towered like a mountain.

……

Dean let himself gasp for breath quickly.

In order to be more realistic, he even put himself in an embarrassing position, half-kneeling on the ground, relying on the long sword in his hand to support his body.

Dean's gaze swept over the corpses in front of him-

Eleven knight-level enemies, with a weaker arrangement than the previous killing game, appearing in such a powerful magic array, are definitely not his final enemies.

But. 260XP contributed, plus the previous three Great Knights and two higher Knights. However, the 620XP contributed by the enemy who was not the Silver Knight, so that Dean's XP value increased again.

912XP！

This is Dean's final XP at the moment.

The extra 32XP is the contribution of those 'mercenaries' in the previous rush - of course, those 'mercenaries' are even weaker than Dean imagined.

Step, step, step......

The sound of footsteps reached Dean's ears.

The other party did not intend to hide it, but appeared in front of Dean in an unusually open manner.

"Dean. Willing. Lord Zelgan, it's a real pleasure to meet you! ”

Strel wrapped in a cloak, bent down in a fake appearance, and said in a tone full of banter: "It seems that my people are a little rude!" They have forgotten how to entertain their guests - rest assured, as their boss, I will treat you for them! ”

"Y-Who are you?"

With a slight gasp in his voice, Dean asked with great difficulty.

"Tsk, it seems that you are not as smart as I thought! You did something like that in the Emerald Capital, don't you know how attractive you are? Introduce yourself - Sdel, the emissary of the Ring of Morbius, the knight, and one of the heads of the Emerald Capital, has met the Lord of Zelgan! ”

Steele leaned over again, and introduced himself with his right hand lightly on his chest like a nobleman.

"Ring of Morbius!"

Dean snorted, clenched his sword, and was about to rush forward; However, the 'toxin' in his body made him a little overwhelmed, and he just rushed up and fell to the ground.

Dean perfectly interprets the appearance of a normal Emerald Lord loyal to the royal family when he meets the Ring of Morbius.

That's not too difficult for Dean.

It was as if he had been pretending to be weak all along.

For this, Dean thanked the old thief once again for training him.

"You're so funny! Still thinking about killing me? Not...... You look like a true nobleman! I hope you stick with it, though! ”

With a flurry of laughter, Steele began to cautiously approach Dean, and the sword in his hand was testing again and again—Steel's recklessness was still fresh in his memory.

And when the tip of the sword reached Dean's throat, Dean couldn't fight back, just struggled hard, and Sdel was relieved.

Another smug laugh.

Sdel took the [Swift Thorn of the Wind] in Dean's hand [Imitation. The Dragon's Head Greatsword flew all the way, then grabbed Dean's armor in one hand and two weapons in the other, ready to drag it back.

However, [imitation. The weight of the Dragon's Head Sword was obviously a bit beyond his expectations.

Sdel looked at the giant sword carefully, but the next moment, his eyes were completely attracted by the [Wind Thorn].

Boom!

He drew his sword and danced rapidly.

Feeling the speed of the blade in his hand, and the sharpness of the blade, Stihl smiled with satisfaction.

"I think it's my trophy!"

Steele unceremoniously hung the [Wind Thorn] on his waist, and then said to Dean.

And after seeing Dean's resentful, powerless eyes. Steele let go of the last vestiges of worry in his heart.

The importance of sidearms for knights. That's self-evident.

And the sidearm was taken away. The knight who is still powerless to resist is naturally really powerless!

"Don't worry, we'll have another conversation - if the outcome of the conversation is satisfactory, I'll give you back your sword!"

After Steele said this, he stopped talking.

He dragged Dean towards the interior of the entire magic circle.

Dean, on the other hand, has been expressing a struggle that is hard but useless, and that sense of struggle. Becoming more and more powerless - after all, in such an environment, the toxins do not disappear over time, only become more and more severe.

And Dean naturally makes his appearance the same, at least on the surface, it must be the same.

As for secretly?

Dean silently recorded the qiē around him.

For someone to 'personally bring' himself to the core of this magic array, Dean naturally didn't mind.

Even if the other party's actions are rude, it doesn't matter in the slightest.

After all, he will eventually ask for it back.

And because of this kind of begging, he needs to remember the one around him.

When the magic circle is destroyed. Most of them are like the first snow in the scorching sun, which will quickly disappear without a trace. However, some will change drastically.

Explosions and the like are not unexpected.

And there are always one or two wizards who die every year due to the explosion caused by the failure of the magic array.

After seeing the appearance of those unlucky ghosts, Dean naturally did not dare to be careless.

It took about five minutes for Skel to turn left and right, and he literally passed through the perimeter full of poisonous fog and illusions, and entered the safety of the interior.

And almost instantly, Dean was drawn to all eyes by the towering mountain-like building.

The heart of the magic circle!

Dean had a very clear judgment.

At the same time, it also directly overturned his previous speculation.

The Ring of Morbius arranged this magic array in front of him, definitely not for assassination, but for protection!

Protect something in the core of that magic circle.

Or, more precisely, to 'make' or 'perfect' something - Dean's angle happened to be able to see some magical inscription on one of the towering black walls.

And these inscriptions, in Dean's magical knowledge, have a classification.

Of course, it's just a matter of being able to classify.

If you want to read through, Dean's magical knowledge is undoubtedly insufficient.

But this already surprised Dean inexplicably.

If the walls in front of you are full of such magical inscriptions, then what will the Ring of Morbius repair?

Or it's not all restoration, but it's added to the manufacturing.

So what is the Ring of Morbius made of?

Dean, who sensed that he had made an unexpected discovery, cooperated more and more—even if the other party pried open his teeth and poured a high-standard paralyzing potion.

Like a high-standard toxin, a high-standard paralyzing potion is still ineffective for Dean.

However, Sdel didn't know any of this.

Thinking that the situation was settled, Stihl was ready to start a 'talk' with Dean.

And Dean looked at a middle-aged man dressed as a wizard not far away from the corner of his eye, of course, what made Dean pay more attention was the two silver-level powerhouses hidden behind the other party.

In fact, it was precisely because of these two silver-level storage that Dean temporarily gave up his plan to enter the interior of the opponent's magic array and kill the opponent.

After all, on the premise of 'being 'safe', Dean doesn't mind getting some more useful information.

You must know that in the eyes of the wizard looking at the man in front of him, Dean saw a strong hatred, and the two hidden silver-level powerhouses also had the same, but quite secretive aura.

"Internal strife?"

Dean speculated.

PS First Update~

After running for a night in the decadence of the toilet, it was almost dawn before I finally fell asleep completely, and it was noon after waking up...... I didn't dare to eat anything else at noon, but I drank some porridge...... Feel soft in your hands and feet...... (To be continued......)