"This is it?"

In an abandoned dwelling in the deep alley of the old church district, the black-haired wizard who half-crouched down looked at a deep well in front of him that had long since dried up, and asked the trembling boots behind him.

"Ahh

There was a dead silence in some of the crowded houses, and the beggars hiding behind the "boots" stared at the mild-spoken black-haired wizard from behind the boots, staring at them with frightened eyes.

It was this man who killed Cortez, the "gutter rat", their leader... He is also the most notorious mob boss in the entire Lower Town.

This group of half-grown children will never forget the scene they saw when they hid in the corner of the alley - the "gutter rat" who was fierce in their eyes and feared even the patrol team was really like a mouse pressed into the mud by the man in front of him, and easily broke his neck.

They've seen how terrible Cortés is... But only the "boots" know best that the real terrible thing about this "Lord Loren" is far from being comparable to the "head" they once were.

"This dry well has been around for many years, and I recently discovered that it still leads to the bottom of it. The twinkling boots lied a little, he had known that the bottom of the dry well was where the "gutter rat" hid his money, and now that the "gutter rat" was dead, he deserved to inherit this guy's fortune and become the boss of the beggars.

But how can this kind of answer be more satisfying and natural than "for you, we have worked so hard to find" to sound satisfied and natural?

But Loren didn't care about this, and nodded: "Then has anyone approached recently, or has it been seen around here?"

"No, absolutely not!" Boots denied very firmly: "Since Master Charles sent someone to us, I have been keeping an eye here, even if I leave temporarily, I will find someone else to watch, absolutely no one has ever come out of here or entered!"

The answer was perfect, without asking a single question, and clarifying that he was here on Charles's orders, and at the same time knowing exactly what he wanted to ask.

"Very good, very good. The black-haired wizard smiled and patted his dirty head gently, "Boots, you're smart, I trust you." ”

As soon as the words fell, the beggars in the room showed envious expressions... They had seen and heard of countless similar cases of clever children who had been taken by a certain master, who had become apprentices or servants of the master, and who might one day inherit a shop or a big man in brocade.

Only the boots suddenly froze, like falling into an ice cave! He knew this wizard too well... If he praises himself for being smart, he is definitely not just saying that he is "smart"!

Am I doing something wrong? Or am I saying the wrong thing, could it be that the old man Charles is not in the same league as him, or else......

"Don't be nervous, I'm just talking. The black-haired wizard rubbed his head again, and as he spoke, he got up and walked to the dry well under the gaze of his frightened boots.

"Lord Loren!"

The boots that stood in place resisted their fear, and their cautious expressions seemed to be afraid of something offensive: "That... Well, can we do things under you?"

"Huh?" Loren paused, turning his face sideways, looking at the trembling boots and the beggars behind him.

A group of children are already stupefied by the boots, but the boots know that this may be their last chance to change their fate... If you don't catch it, you will become a second "gutter rat" in the future.

After seeing another world, how can you hesitate in this mud pit?!

"It's okay to be a servant, it's okay to be an eyeliner, as long as you can be your subordinate and let us do anything!" The tone of the boots became anxious, and his eyes were extremely urgent: "As long as you ask us to do something, we will complete it, and we will never ask more!"

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit.

"Anything?"

"Yes!"

"In that case... Remember how to get to the Wizard's Tower in the city?"

"Remember!"

"Go to the Wizards' Guild and find a guy named Rams Freswalker. Loren said calmly: "Tell him that I let you go, and let him watch the arrangement... Do you understand?"

"Understood!" the boots nodded hurriedly, and the beggars around him were also surprised... Being able to become the apprentice of the wizard master is something they never dared to think of before!

When the black-haired wizard walked away, amid the cheers of the beggars, the boots, which were still clenched into fists, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and cold sweat was dripping from head to toe.

Finally... Don't worry about being used by this wizard master anymore......

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"Why does Loren have to do so much extraneous work?"

Going deep into the ground from the dry well, feeling the uneven rock formations under his feet, Asriel tilted his head with a puzzled expression.

"Superfluous things?"

The black-haired wizard who walked in front snapped his fingers, and the "Firefly Charm" emitting white light barely illuminated the path around him.

"Those little beggars... You don't need them at all, do you?" the boy shrugged: "The Wizarding Guild, the United Chamber of Commerce... You already have so many helpers, and you still need a group of them?"

"But the Wizards' Guild obeys me because of money, and the United Chamber of Commerce has to control it through little Yod... Both merchants and wizards are characterized by loose organizations. Loren said in a deep voice:

"The most important thing is that I need a group of people who are absolutely loyal to me... Almost like the Night's Watch. ”

"But dear Loren, you have Asriel!" the young man glared at his large, pure and immaculate eyes:

"Compared to them, Asrael is absolutely confident that he will be able to defeat a hundred... Various connotations and meanings. ”

"......" the dark-haired wizard rolled his eyes.

The road beneath your feet grew rougher and narrower, and judging by the topography, it seemed like some abandoned or unfinished sewer.

By the glow of the Firefly Spell, Loren could tell that there seemed to be a "hall" in front of him, but before reaching the entrance, he had to pass through a series of potholes, rugged steep slopes and "cliffs", some of which could be seen to be artificial.

Who would live in such a place?

"Of course it's the people who used to live here... It's slow, but the material world isn't static. ”

Asrael's cheerful voice came again, with a smile on his lips, "It's like that cellar in Lothair... Just many years ago, it was a shrine. ”

"You mean... It's a similar situation here?"

"Who knows, the brilliance of the Holy Cross is immeasurable... The power of faith can tear the devil to pieces, and naturally it can also turn the once magnificent temple into a ruin. ”

The boy shrugged his shoulders again and glanced behind him with a soft snort: "Here we are." ”

Glancing meaningfully at the boy, the black-haired wizard passed through the entrance of what appeared to be the "gate".

It was a temple-like colonnaded hall, with a towering dome and columns lined up on both sides that were similar to the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, and it was hard to imagine such a structure underground, if it weren't for the fact that you had entered through a dry well and the damp water that filled the area.

In other words, was it once part of the temple of "Brünnhilde"?

At the end of the hall was a large steel cage, which looked like it was indeed a place to hold the large monsters, but it was ......

"It just doesn't seem like there's any clue left. Sighing, the young man gently rubbed his fingertips: "Although I can indeed feel a little void remnant, such a weak power... It could never have been left by Brünnhilde. ”

"Don't say it so certainly. ”

Loren glanced at him, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and a transparent ripple centered on him spread out in all directions.

High-level enchantments... Spiritual Vision.

It's a spell that transcends the senses and directly reflects everything around you into your consciousness – from the breeze in your ears to the ants at your feet.

"Found it!"