"Are you a local?" asked the young one. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Not really," replied his companion. "But this is already on the edge of the Banshee's Gate. Although the town is small, it is a must-go. He shook his head. "That's how I left the Banshee's Gate, and I didn't expect to come back one day. ”

As he spoke, the bald head exhaled deeply. This breath looked like he was about to vomit out all the depression in his heart.

"From here, to the Academy?"

"Go to the Academy. The bald head said, with a bitter smile on his face. "At that time, I was still young, and I thought that I would definitely get a title for myself and return to my hometown. But after all, that's too far away......"

"You want a title?ha, how can it be......" his young companion laughed. "You're not from an aristocratic background...... Tsk, if you can really get a title, it means that a new noble family has been created! So don't think about it at all, all the nobles will do their best to oppose you and belittle you! Even ten points will be hard to be degraded to five. Unless you can really leave everyone speechless, it's just a dream!"

The way he spoke was lighthearted, which showed that he had never had such fantasies.

"It's impossible to be of our type...... Don't talk about that, didn't you say there was someone waiting for you here?" the young one looked around. But the station is so clean that there are no people to greet except for some mechanical or non-mechanical porters.

"Someone is waiting for me. The bald head was also a little confused. "He's in the city or on the outskirts of the city. Damn, that bastard won't forget that I'm here today, right? I told him before I left! Damn, he didn't even give me a response!"

"Bastard?"

"Yes, a typical bastard. Frivolous, stupid, bragging, always losing money in gambling, and thinking of himself as an idiot of smart people. The bald head said viciously. "I also have a bad record of drinking and fighting, and I don't know how much I have been held back. I don't like him at all. But it's a pity that he and I have the same mother!"

"Your brother? I remember you mentioning. The young one laughed. It's been a time since there are some brothers and sisters. Only the Banshee's Gate still exists. Of course, this is actually quite enviable.

"That bastard, knowing that he would be the biggest beneficiary if I succeeded, but that bastard managed to hold me back several times!"

It was clear that no one was coming, so they had to stretch their legs and walk towards the city. But halfway through, a group of people came over in front of me, as if carrying something.

The bald head was not surprised to see that several stretchers were being carried over.

They knew about the situation in this place before they set out. So they naturally understand that in such a disorderly and chaotic crowd, any crime can happen. Of course, the city would be better, at least someone would help collect the corpses. The present is an example, for example.

Almost all of the people carrying stretchers carried rifles, and at a glance they knew that they were soldiers.

The leading soldier waved his hand impatiently, motioning for the two blockers to get out of the way. The bald head didn't move, but his young companion tugged at his shoulders and pulled him out of the way.

"Wait!" behind the soldier, an officer pointed to the bald head. "You wait!"

A frightening smile appeared on the bald face. He looked calm, but if you looked into his eyes, you could see that the arrogance had been aroused to a level that could be called "anger". He looked at the officer in front of him as if he were looking at an ant.

"It's like," the officer didn't notice that he was standing next to a powder keg, and just a hint of spark would break people's bones. "So, you're supposed to be his family?"

"Family?" even the bald head was startled. "What family?"

"This!" the officer disapprovingly motioned to his men to open a gap, and then he lifted the cover from the hapless bastard's body on the stretcher, revealing a face that closely resembled that of a bald head. In addition to the facial features, both faces have large beards. Anyone can tell from these two faces that there is a close blood relationship between the two people.

The man on the stretcher was pale—not normal, not even pathological, but a lifeless pale. His eyes were closed and his mouth was flabby. A foul smell permeated the air and was clearly audible.

The bald head stared at the human body on the stretcher, and his face twitched, as if an earthworm had burrowed under his face, or a muscle or tendon suddenly lost control and got up on its own.

"Your brother?" asked the young man. His question was reckless, but it was understandable. The bald man has a brother and parents (although he has passed away), but he has nothing. In fact, although he was a little envious of the bald head, he didn't really understand his companion's mood at the moment. He knew that there was the word "loved one," but he could only write and pronounce it.

The bald man's neck was stiffly bent. "What's going on?"

"I don't know what's going on, I lay on the ground in the suburbs for a night. The officer said. "We were dead when we found out. There were no external injuries on his body, probably frozen to death. Do you know any of the other people?"

The bald head stepped forward, and the blue light flashed on the clothes along the mysterious textures, weaving into a dazzling pattern. Even though the color of his clothes was also blue, the light on his body was so striking at the moment that it made everyone else stunned. His hand was placed on the deceased's face, and in the next moment, from where his hand touched, the entire corpse turned into ashes along with his clothes.

No, it's not so much ashes as flying smoke. Because there was no dust left on the stretcher. Incredibly, however, the stretcher and the bedding on it were unharmed.

The bald head stiffened, and when he had done this, he didn't seem to see anyone else around him at all, and stepped forward. And these ordinary people who understood his identity retreated one after another, not daring to stand in front of a powerful warlock. Technology and magic make up the civilization of this world, but as of now, magic reigns supreme.

When walking bald, the upper body is stiff like a puppet, but the lower body still maintains normal flexibility. And as he took one step at a time, his movements began to slowly become normal.

"Hey......" his young companion eventually grabbed him. "Hey, are you alright?"

"No, I'm fine. His companion smiled, but it was all the more unsettling.

"That, your brother just ......"

"Someone killed him!" the bald man laughed again, baring his white teeth like a beast. "A Warlock!"

"Hah, it can't be...... Where this bird does not poop...... Where did the warlock come from?" the companion was puzzled. "If I'm not mistaken, it's just the two of us who were invited. ”

And the remuneration is not high, if it is not idle or homesick, otherwise who will come here?

"A deliberate murder. The bald head said. "Someone magically paralyzed their bodies or brains, and then left them in the suburbs to freeze to death. At least a warlock of the Fourth Law!"

Was this a blatant demonstration and revenge, or was it just an accident?

Although, from an emotional point of view, the latter is very unlikely. But he was already recalling the enemies who might take revenge on him just now. Of all these enemies, almost none would do such a thing. The murder could have hurt him immensely, but in reality it did nothing but provoke his anger. After all, for him, this untalented younger brother is a drag on him rather than a help to him. Will someone help the enemy remove a drag, even if it does give the enemy a mental blow. Warlocks are rational creatures, and they don't do such unprofitable things.

Unless......

Of course this is impossible, all this is secret, or rather, the plan hidden in his heart, no one knows but himself. He couldn't think of any enemy who could find out about the secret - unless it was First Law magic. That kind of magic can read the future directly from the river of time and predict everything. But fortunately (or unfortunately), the First Lawyer's is so rare that it almost doesn't exist. Although he was confident in himself, he also did not believe that he could attract the attention of the First Lawman.

"Are you sure?" asked his companion, confused.

"I just felt it...... Very clear, remnants of magic!" replied the bald head. "Right on top of my brother's body. ”

If it hadn't been for this discovery, he would have erupted like thunder at this moment, and searched everywhere for the murderer. But if he was a warlock, and at least a warlock of the Fourth Law, he was different. The bald head took the razor out of his body and scraped off the obvious features on his face as he walked.

This accident hit him harder than being hit head-on by a thunderbolt that fell from the sky. But until his main goal is accomplished, even if it is a thunder initiation, even if he has to bite off a piece of flesh from his arm, he will endure it.

The only problem is that the power is comparable...... Weak. Of course, that doesn't mean much. Maybe it was the warlock who deliberately suppressed his power.

Luckily, the city wasn't very big, and after a short while, he and his young companion arrived at their destination. They were greeted by a young woman, dressed in an officer's uniform that represented their status—and it didn't take long for them to recognize this woman as their employer.

"You're just in time," Aki looked satisfied. "These are all our players. He pointed to a group of people on the side. "Let's introduce me first......"

"My name is White Ash," the younger of the two warlocks spoke first, introducing himself in a name that was clearly not his real name. "This is ...... Bareheaded. ”