At that moment, Ian looked at the two men in his eyes, and it was clear that he was both crazy people.

How can anyone in the world so calmly and naturally ask someone to kill, and even in front of the person who is killed?

But when the young man heard this, he looked at them with hope in his eyes.

"You may be mistaken," Ian muttered, "I'm a mercenary, not a killer. ”

"Do me a favor, we'll pay for it!" said the old man, "he did it voluntarily, and you don't need to be burdened." He had endured it for too long, but he didn't have the courage to kill himself. If it weren't for the fact that I was too old, I would have helped him, but you see, I'm too old to do that. He can't afford to hire a real killer ...... for his money."

He babbled on a lot, and Ian and Zandar only understood a rough idea.

"Why did you die?" said Ian, leaving the long-winded old man behind and turning directly to the gagged young man.

The man looked at him, his eyes darkened, but he just shook his head and did not speak.

"Why are you gagged?"

Still no answer.

Ian had no choice but to raise his voice and ask the old man who was a little deaf: "Why did he die, why did he gag his mouth?"

"Ah...... He ...... "When the old man was asked like this, he suddenly slowed down his speech, and hesitated, as if he didn't know what to say.

"He can't speak, and what he says will be true. But he loves to talk too much, loves to talk nonsense, and he has caused a big disaster and killed many people. "The old man said a little clueless," I told him a long time ago, you can't talk nonsense, and he only found out later, but it's too late, too late...... Can you help him, young mercenary, and help him out of his misery, and do it as a good deed?"

As the old man's speech slowed down, the cause and effect of the incident finally became clear in the eyes of Ian and Zandhar.

The young man who begged for death was named Mister Morgan, and the old man went to the city of Swamp Dragons alone, and with his authorization letter and name, he issued the commission. The content of their claim to the guild was actually to ask the mercenary to consult on the issue of spirituality, and the guild did verify the state of Mister's life and believed that the content of the commission was true - yes, he was indeed very troubled by his psychic power, causing a lot of inconvenience in his life, and needed the help of experienced people.

Mister's parents died young, and he lived with his aunt's family from an early age. Because he was not biological, his uncle didn't like him and rarely disciplined him, he was like a weed, growing wildly. When he was a child, he liked to lie and play pranks, and all the bad habits that children are prone to seem to be concentrated on him. He was always causing trouble in the village.

Even if the empire is an adult at the age of fifteen, he is still as troublesome at the age of eighteen as he was when he was a child.

Most of what he did was just some irritating behavior, and the real anomaly had only started a long time ago.

"Rupert!" he came back from outside that day and saw the farmer Rupert coming out of the tavern, "Go back and see, your wife is getting along with your donkey!" he shouted lewdly and joked

The young people around him burst into laughter.

There were also idlers who coaxed: "Then it's worth it! How can Rupert compare to a donkey?"

Although Rupert looked angry and waved his fist fiercely to rush up and beat Mister, he knew in his heart that it was just Mister's stinky mouth and love to mess around, and he didn't take it seriously—no one present took it seriously. But when Rupert returned home, he was dumbfounded.

He saw his wife making peace with a donkey in the mill, and when he rushed back to the next room in a rage, trying to get an axe and kill the donkey—or her wife, he saw her in the kitchen of the house preparing dinner, as usual.

Rupert's anger was suddenly poured with ice water, and a chill rose behind him, replacing anger with fear. To make matters worse, he couldn't tell which was real and which was fake. He immediately turned around and went back to the mill, where there was nothing, as if he had just seen a hallucination.

Somehow, word of Rupert's affair quickly spread throughout the village, perhaps he himself was drunk. After all, the matter was like a big rock pressing down on his heart. He wanted to ask his wife but couldn't say it, and from that day on, he wasn't sure if the wife in front of him was the same person. The more he thought about it, the more he felt fearful, and only drinking every day could make him feel a little at ease. He hadn't been home for a long time and was always drunk near the tavern.

If this incident is just the beginning of the tragedy of Mister Morgan, then it is very much in line with its identity. Because what happens after that has had more serious consequences than that.

Mister didn't know what he was saying at first, but it was fulfilled in Rupert's case. Later, I was shocked when I heard about it, but then I thought it was just a coincidence, and I didn't take it too seriously. But what happened later seemed to leave a nail in his heart.

That day, he frightened the children of the village, saying that he had seen with his own eyes that on the east side of the village, the wooded land where the children used to play across the road, and that they had seen it with his own eyes. The children knew what kind of person Mister was, scoffed at him, and didn't believe him. In order to make his lies sound realistic, Mister also choreographed and told in detail what "the human wolf he saw with his own eyes" looked like.

Not long after that, one of the children who had heard his story of the man-wolf disappeared.

The men of the village took up their weapons and agricultural tools that could be used as weapons, and together they went to the east to look for them, but found only one of the child's shoes and blood.

The children's words soon spread in the village, saying that Mister knew that there were wolves to the east, and the people began to wonder how much of what he said was true and how much was false.

Mister himself was equally puzzled and even terrified: Could it be Sithwild, the god of vengeance, punishing him for his lies and mischief?

His face, which was always full of sunshine and confidence, began to be clouded, and he began to consciously restrain himself when he was laughing, and finally he couldn't even say it at all.

What was he afraid of? He couldn't figure out whether those two coincidences were coincidences or not.

"And then ...... Worst

"Cake," said the old man, his lips trembling, "and it was after that time that Mister moved out of the village. ”

Mister was drunk. Drunk people often don't admit that they are drunk, and they always like to show others how sober they are.

He said to the thugs in the tavern, "Don't believe me, for what I have said has come true." Watch my mouth for what I say to death. ”

Drunk words, who will take it seriously?

Far from taking his words seriously, these naughty fellows in the village provoked him: "Mister, how many things have you said since you were a child, and how many of them are true?

The words "a few things are true" struck a drunken Mister. He poured the last sip of ale from his glass and laughed hysterically.

Then he glared at the bad boy in front of him and said, "Listen, in the canyon next to our village, there is the mark of the Lord of Warcraft, Herrams, and those stones are arranged in the shape of some kind of ancient coat of arms, which I only found from the top of the canyon. I've seen a lot of myths, and you shallow creatures will just turn a blind eye! That brand will shine under the gaze of the red moon, and Homeral, the faithful servant of Herrams, will descend! His massive mountain body will break through the canyon and reshape the land! He will go to find and release his master, and his first stop will pass through our village, and someone will die at his feet! Maybe it's you, ugly fellow!"

Suddenly, as if impressed by the momentum of Mister's words, the little gangster's eyes became frightened. Mister propped up his upper body with his arms and looked down at the guy in front of him. There was a strange light in his eyes, and his hair seemed to fly with his momentum. But after saying this, Mister was still Mister, and had fallen asleep on the table.

A few thugs and scoundrels were silent for a moment, apparently frightened by Mister's appearance.

"This guy, he's not sick, is he?"

"I just suddenly thought he was like a madman. Someone whispered, "What Hera and what's he's talking about?"

"He's a madman, damn it!" shouted the thug who was facing Mister, "he's cursing me to death!"

Both Herrams and Homeral are mythical and powerful monsters, and Mister, who has loved fantasy since childhood, is especially fond of mythological stories. Legend has it that Herrams possesses the power to control the planet and can influence the fate of all life on the continent of Tivak. Homeral, on the other hand, was his minion, a large, fat wyvern with four legs, covered in rock-hard armor. However, in mythology, these powerful monsters were eventually defeated by human and subhuman warriors who founded the many nations that now exist on the continent.

It didn't take long for the village to usher in the night of the red moon. In the middle of the night, everyone in the village heard the terrifying roar of something in the canyon. The earth was trembling and rapidly approaching them. No one could see if the huge black shadow of the mountains was Homeral, and many houses were destroyed, and more than thirty villagers died. Among them was the gangster in the tavern.

During the day, people go to inspect the damaged houses

house, and found a huge, deep drag mark on the ground, as if something heavy and huge had passed through it......

This tragedy instantly passed through the mouths of the thugs, and the blame was put on Mister's head. Mister had long since remembered what he had said when he was drunk, but the owner of the tavern was present at the time and testified to the thugs' words.

"Mister is not a bad boy, he is just ......," the old man shook his head, and sighed, "and from then on the villagers looked at him with fear and disgust, as if they were fleeing from the plague. No one wanted to listen to him, and no one dared to talk to him. Taverns, shops refused to open to him......"

Mister Morgan's eyes were hollow, as if he were caught up in the memories described by the old man.

Ian glanced at Zandar, just in time to meet the other's gaze, but couldn't read the lizardman's thoughts.

"So he moved here. ”

"Yes, he has nowhere to go. He decided that wherever he went, he would bring misfortune. He can't say anything good in his mouth, so he simply keeps his mouth shut. He only released his mouth when he was eating, but only for a short time. "He was also worried that he would talk in his dreams, that he would have terrible nightmares, and that if he said something in his dreams, he was not sure what would happen......"

"But it's too painful and hopeless. He wants to put an end to it. The old man added, "We suspect it may be psychic, magic, curses, and the devil knows what it is...... But that's all I can say. ”

Ian didn't know what to say, so he said, "We need a little time, let's talk about it." Excuse me. ”

He turned and walked farther away with Zandar.

"What to do?" Ian was embarrassed, and lowered his voice, "It would be great if his tried-and-true prophecies could be used for good things. ”

"Like prophesying that I'll be able to turn into a dragon tonight?"

"You want to try?"

"Of course not, obviously," Zandar looked at Ian, "that's psychics. ”

"Psychic?"

"You can call it magic like the Empire. ”

"Why do you think so? Spiritual power is the embodiment of spiritual power, but he ......"

He had to say it, but it was still a spiritual force. Zandar insisted, "Spirit. ”

"Spirit?" Ian had heard of the word for the first time.

"There is a record of this in the legends of the Bloodwrath Tribe, and according to the descriptions of other countries on the continent, it is another powerful manifestation of psychic power, except that we call it a word spirit. ”

"It's more than powerful...... Ian can compare this ability with his own psychic power as Zandar described, and he can clearly feel the power of the spirit of speech as soon as he compares it.

"He who has the spirit of speech cannot be a prophet. Zandar said, "If a prophet has a spirit of speech, he will only say what he wants to happen." ”

"Not rational enough?"

"Yes, it's not rational enough. Zandar smiled.

Ian's eyes lit up: "Rational imprint."

Can the Seal of Reason Save Him? Seal his spiritual power, and he will be able to live an ordinary life!"

"Yes. ”

"Great!" Ian was about to turn around and go to Mister to announce the good news, but was stopped by Zandar.

"I can only use one at a time. Zandar said calmly, "If you use it on Mister, Snap will wake up." ”

(End of chapter)