Carlos laughed at the old man's thick-skinned face in his heart, so he didn't expose his tricks.

The two of them stared at each other for a while, feeling bored with each other, and then the study of the newspaper and the study of the newspaper was still not disturbing each other.

Such a teacher and student are expected to stare down in the eyes of others, but Carlos thinks that this is just right.

Just like yesterday, the alchemist Du Buyi still returned to his basement after lunch.

Carlos's jerky had not yet arrived, and he continued to grit his teeth and swallow some dry and hard bread, and after the meal he continued to take out his notebook, still nibbling on the alchemical theory on the parchment scroll in the afternoon.

As evening approached, Vivian the elves and Cook the orc did not come down from the attic, and the dwarf named Maclean's did not appear in front of him, and the story of Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf Lady remained a mystery to Carlos.

The good news is that in the evening, De Ligt brought the jerky that Carlos wanted, and as for the letter to Mori, there was no response for the time being.

The mayor's father didn't seem to care about it in the slightest.

Carlos locked himself in the house for three days in a row, read all the alchemy books on parchment, and he almost finished eating a large bag of air-dried meat strips, so that on the fourth day, Carlos's stomach even tasted a little greasy.

De Ligt stayed in the woods to the north of the alchemy hut day and night, and Carlos did not contact him with a code for the past few days, so he took pleasure in digging wild game in the woods.

On the fifth day, the day when Carlos was about to formally ask Du Buyi to go to the alchemy workshop in person, an uninvited guest knocked on the door in the early morning when the morning light was faint.

Carlos crawled out of the bed and pushed open the door in a daze, the air in the corridor was silent, there was some dust floating in the light, and there was no sound, except for a letter of paper floating through the crack in the doorway.

Picking up the letterhead, there was only a simple sentence in it.

"Someone is trying to harm you, see you in the witch's room. ”

Carlos looked strangely at the empty hallway, and then at the door of the witch's room, which had somehow opened in the opposite direction.

Could it be that the little girl came out of the witch's room and handed the letter?

Didn't Du Buyi say that she couldn't get out of the house?

Carlos took a deep breath, slowly closed his eyes, thought for a moment with a relieved face, and said softly: "Do you want to bewitch me? Then let me see what you can do." ”

He didn't think that in Du Buyi's territory, the little witch could play any tricks, according to his father Morry's evaluation, this old man's strength had reached the level of a high-level alchemist at the very least, and he had the strength above the commander level or even close to the general level.

Back in the room, dressed neatly, Carlos came to the door of the witch's room, raised his hand and was about to knock on the door, when a girl's crisp voice came from inside.

"Please come in, Mr. Carlos. ”

Stepping into the house, Carlos first glanced warily into the room.

I found that the delicate little witch in the candlelight was sitting peacefully in front of the dresser, frowning slightly, revealing a worried and uneasy look.

He took a few steps forward and found the door behind him slowly shut.

Carlos pouted, so he was in a quandary.

"You put the letter?" Carlos got straight to the point.

The little girl-like witch didn't look back, nodding slowly at herself in the mirror.

"Tell me, why do you say that someone wants to harm me? ”

The witch sat motionless, staring at the dresser in a daze. The dim candlelight flickering in the room, giving people a sense of confusion and unease.

Carlos waited quietly for a moment, but saw that the little girl did not respond.

An extremely strong uneasiness instantly grabbed Carlos's heart.

The feeling of danger came so suddenly that Carlos turned to escape, but it was already too late.

He never expected that in Du Buyi's territory, this bad witch in Vivien's mouth would really dare to attack him unscrupulously.

He took two steps back, and the sudden deathly silence was broken.

"Forgive me..."

The little witch muttered inexplicable words, and then her throat was choked raw, and a figure covered in mud crawled out of the mirror in front of her, a thick palm, tightly choking the witch's neck.

The witch had rolled her eyes, and was tugging desperately at the muddy hand on her throat, trying to break it open.

Carlos was stunned to see what happened suddenly, almost thinking that it was a witch who had been attacked by the devil.

However, an even more bizarre scene happened, and the figure, which was covered in mud by candlelight, suddenly turned his head and smiled at Carlos with an extremely skillful smile.

That smile that was both bright and cruel.

Carlos felt cold, unable to suppress the fear in his heart any longer, and almost trembled to raise his finger to point at the black shadow covered in mud, and then screamed: "Damn, you are the dead demon." ”

Carlos could not have imagined that the monster standing in front of him at this moment, crawling out of the mirror, was actually the D. Commander of the Demon Legion, Tariq Enzo, who had previously hijacked him!

No wonder there was a special sense of familiarity in the eyes of the witch that day, it turned out that the problem was here.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, my guest. Enzo smiled at Carlos with his trademark two rows of neat white teeth.

"Is it really you, are you not dead?" Carlos rubbed his eyes, he would rather believe that it was a witch's seduction skill, some kind of illusion, than that a dead demon was back in front of him.

However, Carlos knew that this was all wishful thinking, because no one's illusion would conjure up a demon and want to strangle the caster.

The little witch struggled desperately, and her helpless and frightened expression did not deceive.

The demon covered in mud smiled at Carlos and said, "Yes, my guest, you are crucial to my plan, I have been preparing for so long, and I finally have the opportunity to see you again, this time you must go with me to the Demon Abyss no matter what." ”

Carlos shook his head, shaking his head to shake all his fears out of his mind and try to keep himself calm.

He looked at the little witch who could barely breathe, and he couldn't bear it, and gritted his teeth at Tariq Brown. D'Enzo said, "Let go of that witch, she's going to die." ”

With those empty eyes, the demon glanced at the witch who was struggling to breathe with her mouth wide open, and then turned to look at Carlos with interest.

"She's just a witch, a slave of the underground department, and besides, she just lured you here, and you're still worried about her life and death?"

Carlos stared at Enzo coldly, his tone as cold as a biting winter.

"She's just a poor little girl, coerced by your evil will. ”

Tarik Enzo grinned in a noncommittal arc, letting go of his pincer-like palm, and the witch slipped from his palm and fell to the floor.

"Then you can ask her if she volunteered to give her life for the underground, if memory serves, believing in darkness, which is the loyal creed of all witches. ”

Enzo's was still there, that damn creepy smile of confidence, and he said meaningfully to Carlos.

Carlos seemed to have been provoked for a moment, his eyes turned red with anger, and he roared to the witch, "Meru Irene told him that you did not do it voluntarily! At the very least, you are a human and must not be enslaved by any demon!"

The little witch was relieved from her rapid breathing, and looked at Carlos, who was waving her arms excitedly and roaring loudly at her.

Her thin body trembled and tried to speak, but soon she shook her head desperately and did not dare to look Carlos in the eye.

The white and pure face was full of contradictions, and unconsciously, two crystal tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

"Now resigned to your fate, my guest, you are not like her, she is only a slave to the lowly dark world, and you will be a noble son of the devil. ”

Tariq S. D. Enzo glanced at the witch with disdain, chuckled at Carlos, and said, "Also, my dear guest, don't try in vain to escape, or think that someone will come to save you, not only has this room been carefully arranged by me to isolate it, but even the realm aura in the pocket watch in your clothes has been blocked by me, and no one will know what is happening in this room." ”

Demon Enzo raised his arm as he spoke, swinging it slightly.

Carlos saw cascading layers of asphalt-colored silt seeping from the walls next to him, and then the entire interior of the house as far as the eye could see was covered in thick mud that flowed down like a waterfall.

Silt is an isolation ban on demonic magic.

Carlos looked at everything in front of him, and his face was suddenly extremely embarrassed.