Riolant burst out with all his speed without reservation.

But the shaman, who has always fought only totems, is really not very good at speed - when he reaches out of the log town, he sees the last thing he wants.

"Let me in, guards! there's something wrong with your town!"

His eagerness was palpable, but he was greeted only by the spears of the guards.

"Fuck off, outsiders, strangers are not welcome in Logs!"

"You will only bring disaster!"

The town's guards, whom Leolante had met on his first day here, were a group of hospitable young men, loyal to their duties, but not hostile to outsiders, even though they were orcs, and Leolante still remembered having a good conversation with some of them.

But now, he saw only anger and undisguised hostility in the faces of the young men.

"Your town has nothing but problems...... I'm an Ancestral Spirit!Golden Shaman!I can solve it all!"

He tried to take a step forward, but was greeted only by the unrelenting tips of the guards. They didn't even have the most basic warning, and the spear stabbed directly at Riolante's vital point, and Riolant hurriedly flashed, took a few steps backwards, and moved away from the gate.

The eyes of those guards...... It was already covered with blood, and it had become bright red. The hideous expression on their faces can only be reminiscent of a beast, a beast that does not suppress its anger.

There was a commotion in the town, not the normal sound of a town waking up - Riolant heard fights, quarrels, and pointless roars.

It is no longer possible to enter through the main entrance.

The guards did not chase after him, and when Riolante retreated, they stopped paying attention to him, but turned their hateful glances to their fellow brothers—the discipline of their soldiers still constrained them from shooting at their colleagues, but the increasing violence made this restraint shaky.

Riolant didn't hesitate any longer, took another soul comfort totem from the necklace and inserted it directly at the gate of the town, soothing the fluctuations of the irritable comfort heart spread again, the guards were stunned for a while, and the blood in their eyes gradually faded.

However, mutations abruptly appeared.

The guards, who had already calmed down, suddenly became fierce again, roaring like beasts, raising their weapons and charging towards the totem of comfort for the soul. The material of the totem is hard, naturally it is not something that can be damaged by the weapons in the hands of the guards, and the psychic shock wave is still spreading, and Riolant looks at all this in amazement.

One of the guards suddenly stared at Riolante, threw down his spear and drew his sword. Having been eroded by anger, he had forgotten to use his powers, but the physical fitness and instinctive reflexes of his bronze guards had stretched Leolante, a magical professional, to the limit. Riolante stumbled with his staff, but as one of the guards stared at him with blood-colored eyes, his resistance suddenly became extremely difficult.

"Alright, idiot. Come here. ”

Suddenly an impatient voice sounded in his ear, and he froze for a moment, his hand holding his staff in mid-air, and the guard's sword slashed at his face—but he disappeared in place.

The guard's sword flew into the air, but he just yelled at the sky before scuffling with another guard.

Midair.

"It's ...... What's going on......"

Riolant took a deep breath, calmed his panic, and asked himself out loud - he knew who had saved him, the magician who had stabbed the basket and his companions were standing with him overlooking the town, so the voice that rescued him must have been the legendary bad-tempered Sage Abyss Card.

To be reasonable, a sage can be known by countless strong and weak people in the three major countries because of his bad temper, which is also the first recorded in the Lanman Continent......

"Emotions, a kind of irritable mood is spreading. Delcora stared at the ground, her voice no longer lighthearted, "something that made everyone extremely angry, suppressed their sanity, amplified their bestiality, made them hostile to anyone around them, turned the town into a Colosseum where everyone against everyone......"

The town beneath our feet was already in shambles. The mercenary who hooked his shoulders pulled out his weapon before he put down his wine glass, and the husband and wife who went out to work together scuffled together with red eyes, the elderly, children, men, women, professionals, ordinary people, all of them lost their minds, and the good brothers who shared life and death have become mortal enemies who do not share the sky, and there is no longer any emotion called reason on the street-

The only good thing is that the excessive anger has made them forget the art of fighting, and no one has cast it yet, and there are no victims for a while - but this is only a matter of time.

"Damn, that damn monster's ability is to manipulate emotions!" Leolante clenched his teeth, "Anyone who comes into contact with him will become extremely angry, lose their minds, and attack those around them for no reason...... He must be dealt with immediately! This thing can't be allowed to escape!"

If he fled to Landmont...... Riolante shuddered.

What kind of tragedy would that be?

"Mr. Richard, aren't you going to make a move?" Assas turned to look at the Abyss Card, which had been silent, "No one wants a victim here. ”

"Don't make a noise, I'm thinking of a way to deal with it. Richard reprimanded him unceremoniously, and immediately had an extra Kara card in his hand.

That's a noble 4.

Without waiting for the others to say anything, his fingers rubbed over the cards, and the ordinary cards instantly brightened, and a series of complex magic patterns appeared, and then disappeared.

Delkora sensed a fluctuation in mental power—arcane magic, and a powerful arcane spell had been cast.

Aristocrats, what does nobility represent?

No, that's what it looks like.

The nobility is synonymous with cumbersome etiquette, elegant manners, and demeanor that cannot be lost at any time-

Temperance of the spirit.

Unknown arcane magic enveloped the entire log town centered on that card. The people who were fighting did not stop, but in addition to anger, there was a deep tiredness and drowsiness in their minds—this tiredness even directly replaced anger, and there was constantly the sound of weapons falling to the ground, and one by one, the townspeople who were still fighting fiercely fell to sleep.

"Mental Power Suppression Magic ......," Del Ko let out a long breath, "Suppress their manic mental power, and they won't do much damage." ”

But Richard didn't speak.

His eyes were fixed on the building the whole time.

Mayor's office.

At this point in time, the mayor of the town is still working on documents in his office. He had just learned about last night's incident, and he had just been busy dealing with the reports and documents of that incident. He's reading the confessions of the three kids—

To be honest, he actually had a good impression of those three children, after all, he was a fourteen-year-old genius boy of the Black Iron Rank, his manners, conversation, words and deeds were very comfortable, and he didn't believe that those three children would be people who wanted to hurt him.

But what was written in that confession?

He even laughed when he saw it for the first time, and his first reaction was that the guards had made up a report to deceive him, but the professionalism of the good mayor made him calm down and read it a second time, but he still felt inexplicable - the children said that he slept quite well that night, and the next day he was very energetic, and the old butler did not have anything abnormal. After thinking about it, he could only understand this as three children who were frightened stupid by the guards talking nonsense, or taking seriously the story of the bard he heard in the tavern, and running to his house at night to "explore"—

It's not a big deal at all, isn't it? It's enough to cast a magic fine on the street, so why evict it?

He picked up the report and confession, and prepared to go to the guards to inquire about the situation. After all, in last night's battle, not only did he use the space blockade gem, but also dispatched two heavy weapons insect trap net gun trucks, so it was still necessary for him, the mayor, to go and ask for it personally.

"These guards are deliberately exaggerating the situation because they want to train heavy weapons, right?" Mayor Chris thought as he walked, "Although those children are geniuses, they shouldn't have much experience of going out, they must have been frightened to talk nonsense, those rude guards, last night's arrest must have affected many people's rest, and they also have to deal with complaints from the surrounding residents...... Hiss ......"

Chris paused suddenly.

He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, but the sudden pain was an illusion, leaving no trace.

"What's going on......"

He muttered to himself and reached out to open the door.

Because the mayor likes to be quiet, the mayor's office is completely soundproofed.

But the soundproof panels do not stop the fluctuation of mental power. A sense of sleepiness hit him for no reason, even Chris, who was used to staying up late, couldn't resist it, forced himself back to his desk and put down the papers in his hand, he collapsed in his chair, and his eyelids involuntarily began to close.

"What's going on...... I slept well last night......"

He muttered, and completely fell into the dream.

Heartbeat.

A clear heartbeat suddenly sounded on Chris's body.

One, two, three - fourth!

There is no point in counting anymore.

The heartbeat of the manifestation of existence rang out continuously. The powerful mental fluctuations spread, and the mental suppression magic could not affect this powerful soul - Chris suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were blood-red.

He looked down at "his" hands, then looked up and reached out for a punch.

Richard watched it all silently.

He saw the roof of the mayor's office being blasted open with a punch. Swirling with layers of black energy, Chris flew straight into the air, confronting Richard in the distance.

"Heh, is this the devil? ”

Richard suddenly sneered.

"It turned out to be just a bunch of thieves stealing other people's bodies. ”