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The only thing that was unaffected was Sinnis's body. The head of the spell system penetrated from the inside, and then the flames that spread out, and God knows what he will become when the corpse collector arrives. But now that he is dead, there is no need to worry about such a small problem of the living.

Oh, yes. Only death is comparable to a lady: transcendent beings, indifferent and inescapable. The tin guy seems to have said that the same is true for "paying taxes", which is a joke. Strength brings wealth, and without an army of eighteen thousand, what lord would dare to discuss the actual proportion of tithes with the red-robed mage? I can't see that guy would care about the black and white words that can be burned with a single fire......

What the hell was I thinking?, Morriel closed his eyes, opened them again, and tried to get rid of the nonsense in his head.

The departure of the red-robed mentors was quiet and swift, and no one wanted to be on the cusp of the storm. Although in the case of gathering a crowd to fight and disturb public order, the lady only punished the chief evil "coercion" without asking, but who knows if her old man will turn back and arrest them for an illegal assembly?

Someone shouted to put out the fire. The residents of Cage City quickly set themselves up like a nest of ants that had just been harassed by pangolins, and it was useless to curse the damned perpetrators that their souls would be taken away by the Nine Hells Devil soon, and the ladies would not take care of their food, clothing, shelter and transportation. So the mess still has to be cleaned up, and the days have to go by - some characters in heavy armor, wearing helmets with thorns on their heads, holding broadaxes, long swords, military crossbows, and other deadly things. There was no point in staying here, and Morriel and Kairo quietly retreated into the alleys to avoid any conflict with the guards who were clearly not here to help the residents.

"Filgas?" It wasn't long before the female mage saw the translucent figure of the Iron Elf, graceful and deadly.

"I'm very ...... I don't like you very much. Filgas stared at Morriel faintly. The rain line is like silk, and she is as sharp as a knife. The overflowing murderous aura almost seemed to be cutting the female mage's skin with a sharp blade: "What kind of reserve is it that you are reluctant to say sorry?"

"I'm never sorry for things I can't do. Morriel realized that without Forty-Seven in her seat, the Iron Elf would immediately stretch out her claws, and if she didn't stop talking, it would soon become a big problem: "Without me, there will still be someone else to lead Argus's army." The war will go on, the same will bleed, the same will die. If you want to dig through old accounts...... I don't care, but I suggest that we should pick a more appropriate time and place. ”

"Who's talking to you about Argus?" Filgas approached suddenly, and the energy from the high-speed friction of the air lightning-up her face lit up like lightning, "Never mention it, mage. This is the only way you and I can live together peacefully! What I want to know now is what your plans are, given that you seem so confident. to help our missing master?"

"It's yours...... Your master. Morriel held up a finger and shook it: "And I...... I'm his friend. Did you know that fanatical supporters are the easiest to mess things up? Calm down, and we'll have to figure it out. ”

Filgas sneered: "Friend, listen to this false voice, I'm afraid you don't believe it." I'll think about it, you can continue to watch from the side, and save yourself from getting in the way. ”

"Enough! You think I don't care about him, and I deliberately watched him get expelled, and I didn't do anything, because I couldn't do anything! What I should do now is stay in the city as much as I can, and look for an opportunity to get in touch with him again. Instead of being evaporated with him as if by magic!Heh, what do you think? If you accuse me of this, then well--why don't you go to the lady and let her send you away too. Maybe you can catch up with your master so I can talk to him?"

"Because even in that case, his last order was for me to take care of you!"

In fact, as soon as Filgas said this, the dispute was over, and Carrot's intervention in the round was just to give Morriel a step down.

"Alright, alright. Two sisters, aren't you concerned about the same person? What is there to quarrel about? Let's get through this together!"

"Kairo?" the female mage took the pendant from the girl with some surprise. She thought she would have to go through a lot of trouble with it.

"The lady who lived in my body was also terrified. The girl tilted her head and made a mischievous look on her little face: "Really, I was supposed to help, but when I saw someone, it was like a mouse seeing a cat, and I hid all of a sudden." But let's get Uncle Tin back quickly, that's the most important thing right now. ”

Moriel subconsciously played with the pendant - the tentacles were cold, and the small star-shaped sapphire contained a cloud of brilliant mist like a nebula. "You...... Can you communicate with her now?"

"yes, it's a weird feeling. I'd like to ...... when I'm free Hey, where are you going? Wait for us, Sister Filgas!"

It's easy to find Eboni with Moriel's positioning spell, but it's hard to ask her to continue to help.

"That's right, you helped me at the Chaos Toad Tavern so that I wouldn't be killed by those mad villains. But I've repaid you, haven't I?...... No, it's not about money. And what's the use of asking for so much money in the city of the Seal? I'm just a lonely prostitute, and sooner or later I'm not a cheap corpse collector. ”

Seeing the prostitute leaning against the wall with her hands folded on her chest, her face tilted back to reveal the kind of pride that was still stubbornly surviving under the crushing of tragic fate, the female mage really couldn't do anything about her for a while.

"Listen to me, Ebonie. I'm not going to ask you to do something dangerous. I just wanted to ask, I've heard that Lady Pain is going to deal with a person......"

"Hey, hey, don't mention the lady's name directly!" interrupted Ebony, "I'll tell you straight, noble Miss Mage. I don't have any relatives, and I'm not afraid of death, and there are many worse things in the city than death. But even if you throw me to the Nine Layers of Hell right now, I will never discuss with you about the matter of Calm Majesty, let alone help you find her, or do anything more stupid. ”

She tugged at herself loosely

, the eyes winced for a moment—it seemed that the silent figure of the lady was still present

"I'm just scared of peace, I'm scared to death. Outsiders like you may not understand...... What does it matter? I know what to do anyway. Don't come to me again. I still have work to do. Why don't you go to that little devil for help? I've seen it somewhere. To make a deal to sell your soul, the only way to find a demon is the most suitable, right?"

Morriel made a gesture of resignation, admitting that he couldn't convince her.

It seemed that the only way to go was to the Kwasaimo, even though the mage didn't trust it at all. Fortunately, although these small aborigines living in the bottomless abyss have a sinister and treacherous level that is difficult for ordinary people to reach, their lack of strength makes them relatively easy to control. Cunning, weak, unprincipled, and good at pleasing the strong...... Words of racial prejudice aside. Quasaimoth is a good guide or agent indeed. Only, where is it?

She stands at a crossroads and needs to decide a direction for herself. The counter-peak has passed, but it is still some time before dawn. There were only sporadic sounds of rain in the darkness, ethereal ***, and Filgas's unfriendly, back-to-back gaze.

"Wait here, don't leave Filgas. Morriel said to Carro.

The mage walked down the street. A little red fire on the eaves silently followed, and the water traces on the roof were slightly rippling.

"Oops. Wait here, or don't leave Sister Filgas?" the girl muttered to herself.

Morriel didn't go far, stopping in front of a two-story building with its doors still open. A crappy wine glass was drawn on the wooden sign at the door, and the light of the oil lamp peeked through behind the half-rolled felt curtain, stretching her shadow long. The black vines had already crawled half of the house, moistened by the rain overnight. They seem to be growing wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The mage pulled her hood down and entered the room. The lobby is not big, and the furnishings are old and dirty. The shirtless bartender leaned on the counter with a glass and looked at his red nose. Probably all night on guard and stealing. One of the guys in the corner was already asleep, and the two guys at the other table stared at each other in a daze, looking like they didn't care when the sky fell.

In such a vulgar and dreary environment, the graceful lady in the big red robe seemed so abrupt and out of place. Morrill hesitated for a moment. Walking slowly in front of her, she also looked up at Moriel, the Iostone on her forehead as red as blood. Like the third eye of a noblewoman.

"How about I give you a drink?" said Isabella.

Morrill watched silently as she handed over a goblet - it couldn't have been something from the store, delicate and delicate.

"Alas. Look at you, Claustina. Isabella sighed: "Dressed like a country girl all day long." There are such places...... It's just breathless, I really don't understand how you could like it. Do you think you belong here as much as they do? No, you should sit in a higher position. ”

“...... Someone once said it to me. Morrill spoke, as if he were reciting a mantra, word by word: "He said that vodka is a luxury that we have, and caviar is a luxury that we have, but time is not. Why don't you be more direct? It's good for both of us, Ms. Isabella. ”

"You're always so hot. Didn't I teach you to enjoy life, Claustina. What's more, in this situation, what can you do but sit down and take a nap?" said the tutor with a smile, hidden and bewitching under the dignified appearance, lined with a red robe, really a bit like the legendary countess who bathed in ** blood and kept her youth forever.

"City of Ten Thousand Gates...... I'm also here for the first time. Actually, I am not against taking risks, reading 10,000 books and traveling 10,000 miles is the only way for a mage. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined that Lady Pain would have such power......"

"Don't call a lady by her name. So, Mentor Andre, they came to me, did you arrange it?Madam will not tolerate a battle that endangers the city itself...... I have to say, it's really a clever plan to kill people with a knife. I was too rash and should be paid for it. ”

"That's not exactly what I intended. Probably only in Seal City would the two of them chat so calmly as before: "I should have expected that it would be impossible for a being to rule the center of the multiverse to fight against at all, even if he had the power of a god. If it weren't for her strong request to attack you after discovering the abnormal energy fluctuations...... It's a pity, after all, I was the first person to come into contact with her. With a little more time, I might be able to try to convince her and control her. When the time comes, it will be more advantageous to deal with you. ”

"You mean that beautiful ancient construct? IMHO - you can't control her. After so many years of adventure, the only thing I've really learned is that no one or anything can be completely controlled. Life is an endless ocean...... Every action, thought, and even desire is just a drop in the ocean. Everyone's ocean is different and will not be swallowed by you, nor will it be copied by you. You've held me so deep, so strong. But in the end, I still have my way to go, to walk among these people who are taking your breath away. ”

"Ah, interestingly. Isabella moved slightly, and the runes in the folds of her robe danced: "Don't be old-fashioned, know that sitting in front of you is a woman you call 'Old Witch'. Now you can find a rationale for hating me, and that's a good thing. Klaustina, I admit to being hasty in your question. Waiting for a decade to come back to you may be even better. You know, I was just over twenty years old before I became a mage apprentice. At first, his hands were always shaking, and he couldn't remember even the simplest spell, but now he is one of the eight chiefs of the Red Robe Mage Society. You were too young to really appreciate the hardships of surviving and the bitterness of living...... Physician. Sheriffs, rent collectors, they can crush your net worth with a little finger. So you don't value what you've gotten and hate the path I have paved for you. Instead, they mingle in the garbage heap of your birthplace and observe them

The world is called understanding and mercy to satisfy your vanity. Maybe you've been stinking sewage for a few years, and my doting has made you too ignorant. But you know what—"

She leaned forward, "You're the most gifted prophet I've ever met." You've never weighed the weight of this phrase and laughed every time you hear it. You're so much like me. Claustina. But it's a hundred times better than me. I can't tolerate it, I can't tolerate you living and growing up in that environment. Loss of purity, alcoholism, and finally succumbing to becoming no different from the lowest woman...... I'm going to save you, I'm going to make you perfect, I'm going to raise you as myself. I love you, Claustina. ”

"You see, that's the crux of the matter. Morriel drank it all and put down the cup: "You think of me as yourself, but I am me, not you." Without you, I would have been a prostitute or a fortune-teller and a witch who had fallen into misery - but if I had been you, the next chief prophecy, I would have died too. What do you love? this shell? my soul? or your reflection in the mirror, a replica. ”

She stood up: "It's a cruel game. Two glasses of wine, one to seal the throat, and one to explain a few last words. I'm fighting against the entire red-robed mage now, and without the biggest support, it may be another path to ruin. But playing a game is nothing more than a win or a loss, unpredictable, and the most interesting thing is the process. Teacher Isabella, even if I were a puppeteer you wouldn't succeed, your emotions, your pain, your torment, your confusion...... The only constant in chaos is that it's never the same. ”

"Mutual friend, Victor won't let me go. But the prophecy says I'll die at the hands of my own students—what about you, Claustina?"

"I never predict my fate. And I seem to remember that I seem to have killed you once. ”

Before the mage walked out of the tavern, she glanced back at Isabella who was sitting there, "Also, my name is Moriel. ”

Sinis wakes up in his secret chamber and can't help but scream because of the chill that hurts his soul. The magic field that bound his clone body sensed movement and dissolved, and the Mentor was naked and poured to the floor with the cold enchantment fluid. Sinnix shuddered uncontrollably, and her heart was filled with uncontrollable hatred, anger, and fear. He collapsed on the ground and rested for a while, before he barely managed to climb a few steps and stood up with the help of the real platform. A beaker reflected his present appearance—pale, old and tired, and the divine power of the bitter cold and harsh winter not only completely ruined his previous body, but even touched his soul and affected his current body. The body was empty, and there was a part, the most powerful part of the power that had abandoned him forever, and could never be restored. That is the inevitable loss of the soul in the transfer, the price that must be paid.

But it's still worth it. For this spell, Sinness spent a lot of effort and money. He didn't die, or he lived again—all those who hurt him, who deceived him, would not have a good life!

"Mezos, Mezos!" he shouted the name of a demon. It is his deputy, steward, staff officer, army commander, eternal slave. Being able to control Mezos was one of the highest accomplishments of the Spell Master, after all, such a powerful demon would never be willing to bend his knees to serve a mortal.

A vortex of magic spawned next to Sinnix, and a tall, thin super-Rose demon with a loofah-shaped convex head appeared. It was dressed in elaborate robes, dark gray skin with many uncomfortable spots, and a pair of large, non-white pupils, eyes that were constantly changing colors and had no positive feelings—all cold and cruel.

"Take me back to my room, Mezos. Sinis gasped: "Immediately gather the army to stand on guard, close the mage tower, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave without my order - hurry up!"

Mezos did not immediately carry out the order, as usual. Instead, it let out a sneer, and the needle stuck in the guru's ear.

"You're a wolf, Sinnis. An old, gloomy voice froze Sinnis's blood again, pushing him into the abyss.

"Victor!" the spell chief hissed.

"What do you want to do!" he let out an uncontrollable roar, "Don't forget, I can destroy you with a single thought!

"Of course I know what I'm doing. There was a sharp malice hidden in the sizzling voice of the Superior Rose: "Your Excellency Victor is a better patron than you...... And a necromancer who is stronger than you. ”

"Sinis. How can you be so stupid? No one can be completely controlled, let alone a super-Ross demon. The lich who stepped out of any door walked slowly, the skeletal face terrifying in the glow of the levitating Io stone: "You think that by connecting it with your soul, you can tie it to your ship...... That's right, I can't break such a contract. However, some small distractions inflicted on the clone can make it impossible for the resurrected you to manipulate or destroy it immediately, at least to recover some energy. But time waits for no one...... But you can rest assured that Mezos will carefully protect you and won't let your soul ruin, right?"

"Of course. Superior Rose said cheerfully, "You really do what you say, Lord Victor. ”

He looked at Sinnis, who was limp and soft: "Master...... Your destiny is my destiny. As the days go by, we will have at least a thousand years of entertainment. In the meantime, I assure you...... You will surely grasp the true meaning of suffering. ”

"No! Victor! forgive me—"

The lich's form slowly vanished, and his old laughter echoed through the room.

"You choose your own path, and you have to walk it yourself. Good night, Mentor Sinnis. ”

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