"That Isaac Grantham you're talking about is here?"

The red-haired girl named Vera looked the black-haired wizard beside her up and down, her eyes were straightforward, revealing two words that were concise and clear - disbelieving.

"Look at the beggars around the wrecked ship?" Loren, who was hiding behind a rock, pointed to the wrecked ship not far behind, chuckling helplessly: "They are the evidence." ”

The suspicious night-watchwoman turned her cheek and looked across from the edge of the rock—around the wrecked ship stranded on the shore, there were indeed a few poor men in disheveled clothes and disheveled hair, looking around the campfire with numb eyes.

"Isn't it just a bunch of beggars, I don't see anything wrong. Vera snorted coldly and looked coldly at Loren, who was still smiling on her face: "There are such poor port areas everywhere, what's so strange?"

"A little advice, think carefully before you speak, especially after being prompted. Loren had a big smile on his face, and before the night watchwoman could beat him, he explained, "Don't you notice?

"What's wrong with that?!"

"It's all men, adults to be exact. The black-haired wizard added, "Yes, if you meet these beggars on a street somewhere, it might not be a problem, but this is not an alleyway - is it really normal that there is only a group of adult men in the beggars' den, not even a child or a woman?"

"Maybe they're in the boat!" retorted the Night's Watchwoman unconvinced.

"Very well! You're going to answer it, it's a big improvement!" Loren said without hesitation, though it made Vera want to strangle him even more, "And finally, their appearance." ”

“...... Can you stop talking nonsense and just say it's okay?" Vera regretted bringing him in more and more.

That is to say, real beggars are not like them. Loren shrugged his shoulders: "So I conclude - these people are not beggars, but the people left by Aalto Bellini to spy on Isaac." ”

Improvisation is a little cleverness in battle, and being good at observation is the guarantee of everything. In Gutter Lane and Oldwood, especially in Deepwood, Loren saw many times people who were so poor that they had nothing left on their bodies and had not eaten enough for a long time.

These people, even if they look strong, have sunken cheeks, atrophied muscles, blue complexion, and have always looked languishing. It is impossible to be as energetic as these "beggars".

"Of course, even that doesn't rule out the possibility that they are really beggars, so we sneak in and then ...... What are you going to do?!"

"If you have kung fu in that nonsense, it's better to fight quickly!"

Before Loren could turn around, the impatient Vera had already rushed, and before she could forget to snort coldly at the black-haired wizard, she grabbed the dagger with both hands and ran away in the direction of the wreck.

"Wait, they're still ......"

As soon as Loren was about to speak, the "beggars" gathered around the campfire immediately noticed the movement here, and in an instant, more than a dozen figures pounced towards the female night watchman!

Obviously, the black-haired wizard's plan to "sneak in" at the beginning can already be thrown into the wastebasket.

Vera, who was furious, opened her left hand and suddenly crushed the blue rune in her palm.

"Beyond Perception" ——!

The first two "beggars" to attack were stabbed into their hearts before they could notice any change in her. Before she could scream, the crazy female night watchman waved her right hand and her throat was slit again!

In an instant, Vera snatched the "beggar's" weapon and turned around with a sword that pierced the chest of the enemy behind her.

The four enemies were almost at the same time, but Vera, who used the "Beyond Perception", was obviously faster, and at the moment when she stepped backwards to spread her body too wide, she could still jump from the spot, roll over, and then descend from the sky like a whistling eagle, directly knocking the closest enemy to the ground!

Loren, who was "onlookers" almost the whole time, came to two conclusions.

First of all, Peter Fasa was right, Vera was indeed the best night watchman of them all—a single contact battle that almost perfectly exemplified the true use of the high-level spell of Beyond Perception.

From the moment it was born, it was used for raids and assassinations.

Unlike a black-haired wizard who is not afraid of the erosion of the void and can "infinitely last", the vast majority of wizards and warriors will hold on to this high-level spell for a maximum of four quarters of an hour, and then they will experience extremely severe loss of strength and dizziness, muscle twitching and even foaming at the mouth, and fainting on the spot.

Therefore, the real correct thing to do is to break through the enemy as quickly as possible, or find a safe place to rest as soon as possible after launching a short surprise attack, and wait until you are almost recovered before continuing the fight.

Instead of relying on the effect of the spell itself to fight against enemies who are much stronger than him, or even fighting a war of attrition that "hurts each other", like Loren, it is completely to death.

Secondly, this girl, like a certain elf war dancer, is instinctively faster than her brain.

While she quickly brought down nearly six enemies, the remaining "beggars" had completely surrounded her. Vera, who gritted her teeth, never gave up, and even became more and more courageous, and had no intention of asking Loren for help.

The black-haired wizard who sighed lowered his body, moved quickly along the grass and rocks on the shore, and quietly approached the throat of a certain "beggar" who wanted to sneak attack, and pressed his left hand with the "spellcaster" glove to the ground, and the gray-blue nine-pointed star spread out on the ground.

Vera, who was besieged, immediately felt something strange and instinctively stepped back. Four "beggars" immediately pounced on her - and in an instant, four stone pillars suddenly pierced out of the ground!

"Will of the Rock" ——!

The four unsuspecting men were pierced by the stone pillar, and the blood-red column protruded from behind them, and the four of them were hung in the air.

The stunned red-haired girl froze in place, when she heard screams behind her, and the two corpses fell limply beside her. Turning around, the black-haired wizard stood there, smiling and holding out his right hand to her:

"Are you alright?"

Vera, who was silent, took his hand and got up from the ground, looking very embarrassed - this was the second time she had been saved by this guy, and it was entirely because she was too reckless......

"I'm sorry!" the red-haired girl looked at Loren, who was a little stunned: "I will repay you later!"

“...... Uh, then we'll talk about that later. Loren quickly smiled and pointed to the wrecked ship not far away: "Let's focus on the task at hand first, and make sure whether Isaac is here or not."

And maybe there are other enemies!"

Vera, who was a little embarrassed, nodded coldly and took the initiative to walk in front. Loren, who smiled, had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, pick up the short knife on the ground and follow her.

The battle that followed was much easier than Loren had imagined - although the fight outside had already caught the attention of the "beggars" inside the shipwreck, this time the red-haired girl did not rush out of the way, but carried out his orders meticulously, and did not even make the first move on the enemies she saw.

Although the black-haired wizard could vaguely understand that this was the other party's way of "compensating" for what he had just done, it was just a little too "awkward", and even made him a little unaccustomed to it.

After quietly killing the last two guards outside the door, the two finally arrived at the door of the shipwreck's bottom warehouse. After one glance at each other, Loren pushed the door open, and almost at the same time Vera rushed inside!

After a moment of silence, the black-haired wizard standing outside the door barely heard any sound, and walked into the cabin with a little surprise against the edge of the door, and the red-haired girl stood there motionless:

"That's what you're talking about...... Genius wizard, Isaac Grantham?"

Listening to the other party's sleepwalking voice, Loren looked in the direction she was pointing, and a guy squatting in the middle of the stack of books, holding a roast chicken in one hand and drawing on the blackboard with a quill in the other, appeared in his field of vision, unkempt, with a big stubble on his face, and the whole cabin was a strong, rotten stench.

Probably choking, the man tossed the roast chicken aside, picked up the inkwell and poured it into his mouth. As soon as I looked up, I saw a familiar figure, and a light of surprise erupted in his eyes:

"Loren Turin, how did you find here, stupid alchemist...... I mean Ain Rand, did you come with you?!"