Zheng Fang didn't feel the slightest sense of the terrifying scene in front of him, he looked down at the rats under his feet, and his mouth made a chirping sound from time to time, some of the mice whispered to each other, and some raised their heads to ask and answer with Zheng Fang, as time went by, his brows became more and more tangled. Then, without warning, Zheng Fang's body suddenly disappeared in the sewer.

Raffarin Angel Cemetery is one of the few huge cemeteries in the city of Duoren Ruce, buried for centuries of the dead citizens of Duoren Ruce, the land of this cemetery has long been exhausted, the new deceased of Duoren Ruce choose to be buried, generally in the suburbs of several newly opened cemeteries to buy a cemetery, here has become a tourist attraction, for the later generations to remember some of the buried here Duoren Ruce and even the entire history of the West Niu Hezhou.

At this time, the sky has already revealed the morning light, and the number of pedestrians holding umbrellas on the street has gradually increased, and there is a short line in front of the cemetery, which is waiting for the cemetery to open and enter to visit. A child stood on the lap of an adult, curiously looking at this young man in a relaxed manner, only to see that the rain seemed to deliberately avoid him, and when it fell on the top of his head, it was separated, and fell down his body, but there was no splash on his body, in the eyes of the child, the young man's whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light, shining.

Blinking at the child, who had already opened his eyes in the sky, Zheng Fang walked around the beautifully woven wrought iron fence of the Raffarin Angel Cemetery, and then sat down on a bench for passers-by to rest next to a pine tree outside the cemetery.

"Why did you get here? I've been looking for you for a long time. "Mary Song's arrival is like a ray of sunshine through the dark clouds.

"Ma Fan is inside. Motioning for Mary Song to sit down beside him, Zheng Fang said lightly.

"Ahh

"Don't worry, he won't go, this kid is hiding a little cleverly during the day, it's not easy to catch, and you don't want to alarm the whole Duoren Ruce, right? Besides, there are too many ordinary people, and I'm afraid of being injured by mistake, so I'll do it when it's dark." Zheng Fang replied calmly.

"That'...... Do you need me to tell the Battle Mage Regiment to come over?" asked Song Mary as she sat down hesitantly.

"If you're not afraid of startling the snakes, just call them over, and don't lose my bonus. Zheng Fang smiled slightly.

"To be honest, I can't guarantee that Ma Fan will not notice that you are here, if he is too sensitive and really wants to escape, you have to be prepared for the aftermath. Zheng Fang said with a smile.

"That'...... Just waiting?" asked Song Marie, noncommittal to Zheng Fang's threat, sitting for a while, and uncertain.

"Wait, Ma Fan is in line with his name this time, it's really annoying, it's him who should be in a hurry, let's just wait for it to get dark and catch someone and call it a day." Zheng Fang nodded.

"I ...... Shall I buy you a cup of coffee?" Song Mary didn't understand Zheng Fang's joke about Ma Fan's name according to the Chinese accent, she only felt that the two of them were really a little discordant sitting on the bench in such weather, so she thought about activities and activities to kill time.

"I don't drink that thing!" Zheng Fang's face immediately changed and he hurriedly shook his head. He tasted the taste of coffee at the school's foreign teacher, and felt that that thing and the peach nut were the same way, bitter, where would he dare to drink it again.

Song Marie didn't understand how a cup of coffee caused such a strong reaction from Zheng Fang, she was stunned for the moment, looked at Zheng Fang suspiciously, sat on the chair sullenly, and stopped talking.

"You said, although Ma Fan is in the same magic school as you, but there are so many people in one school, why does he take a fancy to you at a glance?" Seeing that Song Mary was silent and silent, Zheng Fang asked questions with great interest.

"I ...... I can't figure out what he means. Mary Song's face flushed.

"Tell me about the separatists and the fusion faction, it won't be that one faction wants to kill ordinary people, and the other faction wants to be friends with ordinary people, right?" Zheng Fang asked again.

"Of course not, but in the end it is still about ordinary people. The splinter faction is actually called the bloodline faction, they pay more attention to the inheritance of bloodline, and hope that the traditional magician and the new magician will be treated differently in education, resources, power sharing and other aspects in the magician, and the new magician can only be accepted if there are magicians born in three consecutive generations of the family. The Syncretists, also known as the Egalitarians, advocate that all magicians must be treated equally, regardless of whether they come from traditional magical families or ordinary families. The struggle between these two factions is very complicated, but now the fusion faction has the complete upper hand, unlike in the past, nascent magicians like me did not dare to go to Benin at all, at that time Benin was called Benin Fort, a place similar to Tenlenburg, magicians who entered there had to undergo strict bloodline certification, once they were found to be nascent magicians, they were expelled as light, and heavy ones would even be burned to death. Song Mary introduced to Zheng Fang softly.

"Are you a nascent magician?" Zheng Fang glanced at Mary Song in surprise.

"Of course, didn't my dad be a teacher at your school? My mom is also an ordinary person, and my magical talent was shown at the last school outing when I was ten years old, and I happened to be seen by Lord Pinviyo who was passing by at the time, and he communicated with my parents, and I only then learned that there was such a group of magicians in the world, and then I was sent to study at the Novier School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, until now. Song Mary said.

"Are there many like you in your school?" Zheng Fang asked.

"How is that possible?" said Mary Song shook her head repeatedly. "I'm lucky, I was discovered by Lord Ping Weiyo, in fact, for ordinary people, it is a very rare thing for children to have magical talents, and it is a very rare thing to have magical talents and be discovered by magicians in time and sent to education, as I get older, magical talents will degenerate if they are not exercised, so like me, freshman magicians without parental guidance are very rare, and I am the only one in our school. ”

"Hmm......" Zheng Fang nodded, the same is true of the education he received in a special school, the sooner the Heavenly Eye is discovered, the better, as a person grows up, without systematic cultivation, the Open Heavenly Eye will slowly close after the age of 18. Talking about this, he couldn't help but think of the child who was looking at him outside the cemetery gate, looking at that look, his parents should not be magicians, and whether his talent could be discovered or not was really an indescribable thing.

"I just saw a gifted child at the cemetery gate, as if his parents were not magicians either. Zheng Fangdao.

"Really?" Mary Song stood up in surprise. "I'll take a look. ”

Smiling and nodding, Zheng Fang watched Song Mary's back disappear, he could almost guess the reason why Ma Fan found her, her parents were not magicians, which meant that Song Mary was helpless in the magic world, and Ma Fan was from a traditional magic family, regardless of whether his father's views had an impact on him, his perspective on Song Mary must have been deeply marked by a split or a fusion faction.

Maybe it's a very hidden splitting faction that sees Mary Song's identity as a newborn magician and wants to marry and die as a cheap, or it may be a fusion faction that wants to work hard to express itself, and intends to show how integrated he is by marrying Mary Song, no matter what the starting point is, there is a kind of traditional magician's overlook for the newborn magician. However, as an old ghost who has lived for two hundred years, he has obviously forgotten that the tide of the times is rolling forward, and the success of the fusion faction is an inevitable choice in the historical process, and the antique general separatist faction should indeed be thrown into the garbage heap of history.

However, there are still some doubts that Ma Fan wants to marry Song Mary, that is, if Ma Fan makes up his mind to defect, there is no need to make such a fuss with Song Mary, but Zheng Fang no longer intends to make things clear, and when he enters the cemetery at night and arrests Ma Fan, he is not a member of the six-member council, and he does not have any sense of belonging to Tanlunberg, so it is only right to complete the task as soon as possible and return to the spiritual realm with the bonus.

As a cultivator, the last thing he is afraid of is loneliness, sitting on the bench, practicing the third layer of the forging star technique for a while, the sky darkened, Song Mary went and never came back, Zheng Fang looked a little anxious at first, and then calmed down, when he heard the tomb keeper in the cemetery ringing the bell urging the visiting tourists to leave as soon as possible, Zheng Fang's figure sitting on the chair quietly disappeared.

The next moment, Zheng Fang had already appeared in the depths of the cemetery, under the dim skylight, there were lush green pines and cypresses everywhere, and all kinds of marble tombstones were dotted among them.

Stepping on the twilight that quickly shrouded, Zheng Fang came directly to the tombstone of a pointed stone house built in the center of the cemetery, he looked at the stone house in front of him with interest, and then stepped in, the stone house had no door, and there was a sarcophagus in the middle of the room, Zheng Fang gently opened the sarcophagus, revealing a black corridor below.

With a slight jump of his body, Zheng Fang jumped into the Yongdao, as soon as he entered the Yongdao, a burst of voices that seemed to be chanting and seemed to be singing came, he silently walked down, suddenly changed his body shape in the dark, turned to another side road that was extremely difficult to find, and walked out not far away, he opened a door at the end of the road, and on the ground in the door, there was a comatose Song Mary and the child who opened the eyes of the sky, the child was opening a pair of big eyes, curiously looking at Zheng Fang who opened the door.

"You're so well disguised, I didn't even see it. How about we discuss it, I'll take her, will you continue?" Zheng Fang said with a smile.