On the first floor of the Raven and the Golden Vines Inn, on a round table in the corner.

"Vane, what do you think happened to us before?" asked Ace with a wink, and the others all looked at Vane.

Vane thought for a moment and shook his head. He had searched his mind many times on this subject, but he couldn't find a trace, as if the few of them had disappeared from this world for a while.

Since he couldn't think of anything, he simply didn't want to, and with Felder there, it didn't take long for the atmosphere on the table to be lively again.

Vane leaned back in his chair and looked at his companions, but he didn't hear a word, his brow furrowed, his thoughts mixed. Minister Roseley's words, the swarm of black-bellied spiders outside the city, and the inexplicable amnesia, all haunted him with no clue.

"Vane, Felder, have you considered joining our Black Ghost?" asked Elena as she picked up a piece of Red Flame Raspberry Pi and ate it.

"Of course, we are more than happy to. Felder touched Vane with his elbow.

"Ah, what?" said Vane abruptly and absent-mindedly.

"I mean, our Black Ghost Mercenary Regiment isn't just anyone who can join!" said Elena, clasping her hands to her chest and twisting her head to the side.

Everyone hurriedly laughed, and finally, they agreed to go to the Mercenary Guild early the next morning to change the team members.

When he got back to his room, it was getting late, and Vane was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head and looking straight at the roof. If you don't understand other things, don't think about it, so how can you improve your mental power?The teachers of the magic academy don't teach these things, they just ask you to memorize spells, learn to sense magic herbs, and get magic power from the source of magic.

Vane sat up suddenly, his right hand outstretched upwards, he tried to keep himself calm as he remembered Minister Rostry's summoning flames in his hands.

A few minutes passed, more than ten minutes passed, and after trying many times, I didn't feel anything other than my arm was sore, and I didn't even see a shadow of the expected flame.

He took out his sapphire staff and waved it vigorously and pointed forward, silently reciting the fireball spell in his mouth, and the inscription on the staff showed a fiery red light, flickering and dimming. He interrupted the spell, and the dark red glow on the staff faded. It's a bit self-conscious for a magic apprentice to learn from Minister Roseley, and Vane smiled self-deprecatingly when he thought of this.

There were no lights in the room, and the pale blue moonlight filled the room.

"I say, Vane, are you practicing magic? You don't want to tear down the inn room, do you?" Felder was sitting on the edge of the bed across from him, one hand dragging his chin, looking at Vane boredly.

"Felder, why do you say that the strong must bully the weak?" said Vane and fell on the bed and looked at the roof.

"This ...... It's probably the same as why people hunt wild beasts and alien beasts. Felder hesitated.

"But man hunts wild or alien beasts in order to compete with them for space or to get food. But the magicians of hundreds of years have already held the supreme position, so why should they oppress others and lead to the final war?" Vane asked, puzzled.

"It's not something I can figure out, leave it to the historians, I'm going to the Mercenary Guild tomorrow, what I need now is - sleep. With that, Felder yawned and fell on the bed.

Vane lay in bed but didn't feel too sleepy, and he suddenly had questions about his purpose in learning magic.

Vane was exposed to the world of magic from his uncle's influence, and at that time he didn't think about why he studied magic, but simply explored the mysterious world with a curious heart. Now he was a good apprentice in magic, but the question of "why should he learn magic" suddenly put in front of him, and he was a little at a loss.

Even if he eventually became a great magician and realized that unattainable dream, but after that, would it be to oppress the weak, or to cause war? No, of course, this was not what he wanted. The young man's mind was still a little hazy about these things after all, and Vane shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Vane rolled over and sat up, walked to the table and sat down, flipping through the Wizarding World Stories. The book was already so familiar to him, from skeletons to dragons, fireballs to fireballs, he could quickly find the pages it was.

He flipped through the pages quickly, and just as he was about to close the book, he suddenly saw an unfamiliar oil painting. The figure is dressed in a wide black hooded cloak and holds a staff of sheep's skull, which has a pair of curved horns that make it seem chilling. His face was hidden in the shadows, and a faint black mist emanated from his body.

There is no description next to this picture, lying alone on this page.

Vane suddenly thought of the incident that had happened during the day, if this book really had the strange ability to record automatically, could this man who looked like a magician......

Thinking of this, Wayne's hairs stood on end, and he couldn't help but shiver. This speculation is very plausible as to why they fainted in the alley for no reason, and that memory is gone.

How could Obojar have such a person, who the hell is this person, is he a magician? Although it looks similar, the dangerous aura emanating from his body looks more like a demon.

Vane's heart beat a little faster, and the man in the black cloak had no idea what motivates them for attacking. Thankfully, several of them were not injured, and coins and items were not lost.

This speculation cast a shadow over Vane's heart, and he closed the book and lay on the bed with his eyes closed, the black-cloaked man in front of him lingering. After tossing and turning for a long time, he fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, Vane was sweating profusely and had tears in his eyes. He dreams that Felder dies under evil magic, that Elena is taken captive by the Black Cloak, and that the fate of the other companions is unknown. He wanted to save them, but found that his body could not move, and he wanted to shout but could not make a sound.

It was still dark outside the window, and Vane got dressed, picked up his staff and satchel, and silently walked out the door......

Some glare of sunlight shone on Felder's face, and he rubbed his eyes, shielding them slightly with his hands.

"Vane?" Felder shouted. There was no one in Vane's bed, and he might have gotten up downstairs, Felder thought.

Felder meets Elena and the others in the tavern on the ground floor, where they are having breakfast.

"Elena, have you seen Vane?" Felder asked.

"Isn't he with you? I think he wasn't in a good state yesterday, and I thought he was sleeping. Elena said a little strangely.

Vane usually gets up early to read here, and yesterday he made an appointment to go to the Mercenary Guild with him today, so where did this kid go?" Felder wondered, munching on his bread.