Without any hesitation, Slanberger unleashed a magic glow like a stone-hearted inquisitor without any mercy, rubbing the two zombies, one large and one small, in his palms, and the rancid muscles quickly hardened in the light, and then turned into ashes, and the eerie smell of the basement was also swept away in the light. 【】

Maybe it's because he was engaged in some kind of profession in his previous life, or maybe it's because he has been honed in the abyss of evil spirits, An Fei doesn't like too dazzling light, and he doesn't like the light magic that he has mastered inexplicably, and it should be related to the Slanberger in front of him, but Slanberger doesn't say it, and he doesn't need to ask.

Between active and passive, An Fei has always liked the former, and in getting along with Slanberge, he knows that no matter what he says, he is in a passive situation, if he asks questions first, he is bound to devote a large part of his energy to judge whether what Slanberger said is true or false, to ponder the intention of Schranberge, rather than this, it is better to pretend that nothing has happened, even if he wants to ask clearly, his puzzle solver will not be Slanberge.

It's hard for Anfei to trust people, it's his nature, and it's even more difficult to trust anyone, because he has a strong sense of autonomy, if there must be, it can only be Thor and Ernest, what happened on the desert island and during the trip at that time Anfei can't forget, so Anfei's choice is to go back and ask Thor for advice, he is not in a hurry.

Buzureano temporarily lent him the Heart of Nature, which was a big deal, but he still failed to win the trust of Amphi, and when Buzureano lost his temper, he expressed his resistance with his actions. If he wasn't a student of Saul. If it weren't for this bunch of people. If it weren't for the necromancer's conspiracy, Buzureano would have lent him the Heart of Nature? Saul and Ernest, on the other hand, were selfless and unintentional at the time, and the two were not the same thing at all.

An Fei walked slowly to the bookshelf. The shelves were full of books, the top two rows of books were neatly arranged, but the books below looked a little messy and worn, and in just a moment, An Fei had already made a judgment. There must have been some less important books on the top, just to find information when needed, and the books below were the ones that Nanna often read.

Light magic and undead magic are indeed absolute opposites, and in the aftermath of the light flame, the pages of the books turned yellow and distorted at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, and even a few pages simply turned into pieces. An Fei leaned down and looked at a book spread out on the ground, his curiosity had always been very strong. If it is in college, even the most demanding tutor will be happy for a student like Ampy.

"Anfei, don't touch those filthy things!" suddenly shouted Slanbergé.

"Oh. An Fei looked up obediently. Looking left and right, his eyes fell on a small cabinet next to the bookshelf. An Fei searched in his immediate memory that there used to be a hat made of white bone, a bit like a medieval crown, but now the crown had turned to dust. An Fei's gaze fell below, and he reached out and gently opened the door of the cabinet.

With a bang, the contents of the cabinet were scattered all over the ground, full of strange and small gadgets, they had just escaped, but the magic barrier around the cabinet had been completely destroyed, and the inside had become a mess, so as soon as the cabinet door was opened, these things would be scattered on the ground like a dump.

"Anfei, why are you like a child?" Slanberger walked over with a sigh, looking at him like a teacher who was worried about the students who were making small movements around, and stretched out his feet and stepped heavily on a few gadgets, and there was a breaking sound under Slanberge's feet.

"I'm just a little curious. An Fei laughed.

"Anfei, in your life, you must not be contaminated with such filthy things!

"I understand. An Fei nodded, but a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"Huh?" Slanberger suddenly showed a look of surprise, picked it up with his toes, and a small thing flipped a few times and landed flat on the ground, it was a small brand, the appearance of a round shield equipped by light infantry, and the small sign depicted a woman with wings, the wings were black, and under the blood-red background, it was very conspicuous.

"Fallen Angel Crest? Looks like Nanna's status isn't low. Slamber snorted coldly, and a little light bloomed at his fingertips.

"Wait a minute, sir. An Fei said hurriedly.

"Huh?" Slanberger was stunned for a moment, and his gaze turned to An Fei.

"This ...... Isn't this fallen angel coat of arms important to necromancers?"

"It's important. ”

"My lord, the power of the necromancer is getting stronger now, right?"

"Anfei, just say what you want to do. Slanberger frowned slightly.

"They're stronger than before, that is, they have more secrets than before, and those secrets need more people to keep them. An Fei said slowly: "Nanna, as the lord of Punk City, his status will provide him with the best protection, so I feel that this is a base for necromancers.

There is also more than one Fallen Angel coat of arms, such as these books, Ken has a lot of secrets. ”

Slamberge pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Because of the conspiracy, I think the necromancers now know that you and Master Buzureano are secretly protecting us, and after this loss, they will abandon their operations. If we take everything here and leave some traces for them to know, in order to keep their secrets, they may have the courage to rearrange their operations, even if they fear you and Mistress Buzzurellano in their hearts. An Fei smiled: "In the past, necromancers were always in the dark, but now they have become semi-public, and their shadows are everywhere, I don't think their leader will not even have this bit of courage." ”

"There is some truth in your judgment, but it is not absolute. ”

"It makes sense that it's worth trying, and we can destroy it whenever we want. An Fei said softly: "I think, you are also unwilling to the current result, right?"

"Aren't you afraid?" said Slanbergé with a smile.

"I've offended them, I'm not afraid that they will come to me, I'm afraid they will come to me too, it's better to ......"

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"It's better to take advantage of me and Buzureano here to teach them a hard lesson. Slamberg replied with a smile.

"Agreed?"

"You're not afraid of this child, and I have no reason to be afraid. ”

"I wish I could see their desperate, frightened looks, if those necromancers could still make expressions. An Fei smiled as he reached for something on the ground.

"Don't touch it!" Slanberger suddenly snapped at An Fei.

"Huh?" An Fei retracted his hand as if he was startled, and stared blankly at Slanbergé.

"As I said earlier, you should never touch such filth in your life. The solemnity on Slanbergé's face flickered.

"Understood, thank you for your concern. An Fei nodded, revealing a look of sudden realization: "That...... Who's going to keep them? ”

Slanberger frowned, his heart was extremely repulsive to these things, let alone touching them, he didn't release his magic to destroy all the things that the necromancer had collected, he was already barely controlling himself.

"I'll do it. Suzanne walked over.

"It's fine. Slamber nodded and said, "You bear with me for a while, and when you give these things to Buzureano, I will expel all the influences for you." ”

Naturally, Anfei stepped aside and made way for Susanna. Taking what belongs to Nanna, in order to sway the emotions of the necromancers, between continuing and giving up, adding a bargaining chip to the former is a big plan that Amphi has come up with on the spot, but he also adds some small actions that are difficult to detect.

He's very good at finding the point in the fog, or creating a fulcrum, to expand the idea, Suzanne can touch these things, and I can't, why is that?

More than a dozen thick or thin magic books, as well as some fragments, plus magic props exclusive to necromancers, Slanberger also found a small box in the ground by induction, which contained several ordinary gray magic crystals, all of which were contained in a piece of animal skin, and Slanberge also carefully arranged a seal outside, which allowed Suzanne to pick it up.

The rest of the things don't matter, Slanberger released the magic of light, but An Fei is shooting small fireballs everywhere like the legendary Huo De Xingjun, but unfortunately there are not many things in the basement that can be burned, and the bookshelves and small cabinets that An Fei has taken care of have burned into walls of fire, and the magic books left behind have been swallowed up by the flames.

The room opposite the study was also ravaged by An Fei, who was not at all interested in the potions kept by the necromancer, he always thought of the poison in Resident Evil, and he didn't have the courage of the heroine, even firing small fireballs was hiding in the distance and bombarding indiscriminately, until Slanberger told him that all the potions would lose their original effect after being irradiated by the Divine Flame, and then stopped.

Walking outside through the hole, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion who had been waiting for a long time surrounded them, and one of them looked at the extra package in Susanna's hand, and then asked timidly: "My lord, ...... inside?"

"There are some undead creatures inside, but it doesn't matter, we've cleaned it up, so you can live here with confidence. Slanberie said lightly.

An Fei retracted the corner of his eye, does it really matter? When the necromancer comes here again, the people who stay here will become unlucky ghosts, because the necromancer wants to get information from them! An Fei understands, and as the high priest, Slanbergé should also understand. But on the other hand, it's nothing, human emotions always have to be divided into occasions and positions, a commoner will not vent his anger to the king, and salvation and glory will not easily fall on the commoner. In fact, even if they were to leave, they might not be able to escape the clutches of the necromancer, because no one would protect them.