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Tong En followed your instructions and cast a level 3 spell of prophecy on Lang Don.

It worked, and instead of pounding his head, Langton fell to his knees and curled up with his head buried between his knees, his voice changing from a wail of pain to a faint moan. It sounds like a drunk is humming in a daze.

"Keep casting, continuously, as slowly and lengthily as possible. The old mage then shouted to Landon, "Do you know who you are?"

After a lot of sounds, Landon covered his face and muttered, "...... I'm working in the Arcane Society of Heraran......"

There are many arcane associations in the kingdom, and Heraran is the largest. Although, it was destroyed two or three years ago, no, it's almost like destruction. There were both mages and warlocks, but like most arcane guilds, mages were of high status and warlocks were of low status, but in the great Heraran warlocks still enjoyed enough respect. At least, on the surface.

"Your name?"

“...... I don't remember...... My head hurts......"

"What is your job?"

“...... It seems to be a ...... such as maintenance and transportation."

"What was the last thing you remember?"

After a pause,

Lang Don looked up at the old mage.

“...... I remember that I voluntarily plunged into the abyss and threw myself into the light for a very important, very noble and worthy sacrifice...... Maybe it's in the endless darkness. I can't remember the date, but the next day will be a Good Friday, God...... The demon is going to die. So I fought hard...... My head hurts......"

Tong En looks at you and shakes her head, she can't understand what this guy is saying, probably a confession of a fanatic or something. But does Warlock have anything to do with fanaticism?

"Uh-uh, then I was attacked by a lot of mages......"

When the old mage heard this, he immediately interrupted: "Mage, what mage?

"I can't remember...... I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up again, I was in the desert, surrounded by countless corpses, and I was told that it was a caravan in distress. Then it seemed like I had crossed the desert and reached a port city. I lost my ability to cast spells, and I had to work as a laborer to survive. Afterward...... I seem to have joined some organization...... No, my head ......."

It sounded like the mage who sucked Heralan had too many spells, his head was broken, and he ran with the caravan to some desert in a delirium. It was also a port city, and along the route, perhaps as a slave or as a smuggler, it eventually reached the bay of Wuxiang.

The ability to absorb the law is extremely rare, probably being used as a thug by a certain organization.

Langdon couldn't say anything more.

According to the old mage, Lang Dun used to be a good magic prop maintainer at Heraran's level, that is, a professional craftsman, and his popularity was okay, and everyone liked him very much. Landon was there before the destruction of Heraran, and he disappeared at the time of the destruction. At that time, there were too many mages whose deaths were unknown, and no one sought to investigate the whereabouts of Lan Dun. When the old mage saw that Langdun was still alive, he was very surprised.

Tong En suddenly shouted to you, "Lord, look at it!"

The scratch on Langdon's forehead caused by self-harm gradually healed, leaving not even a scar. It was clear that it was oozing blood before, but now it suddenly ...... It should be related to the act of suctioning. It's pretty good, you get two cursed blades that heal themselves in one go. Hopefully, Landon also has some weaknesses like silver weapons and sunlight.

Are you ready?Next set of spells, steady, slow!—the old mage urged.

The second time, which system spell did Tong En cast? You don't have much time to think.

A, protection system, skills

B, Prophecy Department, Memory

C, spell system, physical fitness