Sildor Roosevelt, the bastard son of a minor nobleman, a skilled sailor, a kind-hearted and somewhat ambitious poor boy, and a lucky man who luckily became a mage's apprentice.

His mother's careful education at a young age kept him from feeling sorry for his origins, Captain Emus taught him what a man on the sea was when he was young, and he witnessed Xu Yichen's heroic deeds in the Far South, all of which made Sildo aspire to become a true man who stood up to the sky.

Becoming Mr. Aiden's apprentice was a major turning point in Sildor's life, and although Mr. Aiden himself was not a powerful mage, Aiden, who was born into a nobleman, had a wealth of knowledge.

This knowledge is not limited to magic, but also includes basic education, aristocratic etiquette, heraldry, alchemy, geography, etc., Mr. Aiden is a very erudite man, and it can be said that mages are only his part-time job, and it is purely a matter of interest.

He may not have been a powerful professional, but Mr. Aiden was a great scholar, and he had his own domain and castle in the Old World, but in his quest for truth, he seriously offended a respected nobleman.

Eventually, the Far South became Mr. Aiden's retirement place, but the old man was not willing to confine himself to a single city, and examining the differences between cities in the Far South was a new subject for him.

Anthony Harbour was one of his stops, and he was intrigued by the rumors circulating in the city about the Demon Hunters, especially if they were Demon Hunters or Seris.

Whether it is the castle of Kelmohan or the kingdom of the Seris, it is full of attraction for a scholar.

Mr. Aiden didn't have direct access to the Demon Hunters, but Sildo Roosevelt could, and the little guy with a thirst for knowledge and power was a very clever apprentice, and Aiden was happy with his new apprentice.

Although he didn't have much basic education, Syldo was literate, which saved Aiden a lot of trouble, he could throw Syldo a book and go about his own business, and in his spare time they would talk about the demon hunters together, and explain to Syldo the parts of the book that he didn't understand.

Sildo's studious attitude and the speed with which he absorbed knowledge made Mr. Aiden decide to educate the child seriously, hoping that he would inherit his mantle.

With this in mind, Mr. Aiden was really unlucky, as an inland man, he liked the fresh seafood of the port city very much, so he also fell for it.

As a low-level spellcaster, Mr. Aiden was not much better than an old farmer who worked a lot.

By the time Syldo, a sailor-turned-sailor, found out that there was something wrong with the day's food, it was too late.

This is why Sildo Roosevelt never looked for the Demon Hunter, locked his mentor in the kitchen, and spent eighteen hours a day flipping through books to find a solution, in addition to finding enough food in the city to keep himself and his teacher from starving.

It was getting harder and harder, and Sildo didn't dare to ask Richard for help, he had already learned a lot about Chaos, and he didn't want to risk his teacher's situation when he didn't fit to meet with the people of the church.

It was still a hopeless day, and the last bit of food in the house had been filled into Mr. Aiden's stomach, and the whole process had made Sildo lose his appetite at all, and the teacher's house had all gone through the books, and he had not found any solution.

He was going to find a place to have a drink and get drunk.

As a child adrift at sea, Syldo relied on his wit and the not-so-clever crappy spell he had just learned to find several less dangerous safe houses in the city.

This bar was one of them, and a few people who had been corrupted by their brains like their own teacher sat in the bar as usual, repeating their previous behavior, and they had no ill will towards the living for the time being.

The bartender still had a little consciousness and wouldn't pour any mess on the living, but he didn't forget to collect the money.

Sildo sighed as he looked at the foul-smelling rotten juice in the wine glass, and flicked another silver coin: "Don't be like this, old Dom, you gave me the wrong wine, don't do this to me, I know you can still persevere, give me a glass of wine, any wine!" ”

With the little mage's somewhat aggrieved voice, the bartender hesitated for a moment, took out another cup, and then stubbornly filled it with the liquid that could be called a biochemical weapon.

Sildo poured the wine from his glass on the floor, and pressed the glass upside down on the table to feel the tears roll in his eyes, Old Dom was the last human he had found who could still communicate simply, he didn't know where he could go next, and the living people in the city seemed to disappear overnight.

Then he saw Marx leaning against the door.

"It's been a long time since I saw the child, maybe we can help each other." Marx looked at Syldo and smiled an elder: "Don't lose hope, that's our most precious quality." ”

Marx's progress quickened when he and Sildo found a pair of twins less than ten years old locked in the basement of a house on the next street, and then found a group of City Guards hiding in the barracks of the City Guards.

The food and drink ruffians didn't start out like opening the door and sharing their food with the others, but Marx was a man with eight-pack abs, and Sildo was able to unleash sparks and electric sparks, and they eventually broke into the barracks and took possession of it.

The city guard of Antonina Port is very watery, and this problem has been raised by Gangze Aragorn half a year ago, but it has not been improved until now.

The ranks of the revolution grew rapidly in two days, and Marx gathered nearly 200 sane people, half of whom had eaten contaminated food or drunk contaminated water out of hunger.

Marx didn't drive them away, he wanted to try to get them to overcome the chaotic consciousness in their bodies, it was difficult, but someone had to try.

Sildo brought Mr. Eden to the camp of the city guard, and Marx believed that a polymath must have a strong will.

If all his attempts fail, Marx can only count on Xu Yichen, who has seen demon hunters purify chaos with their own blood.

That was also the last insurance that Richard could think of, and Pastor Richard, who didn't know what was going on in Wangxiang City, was biting the pen and writing a report at this time.

He intended to elaborate on the peculiarities of Xu Yichen's blood, as well as his own merits, in an attempt to ease the conflict between him and the church.

Pastor Richard hoped that the two sides would turn the conflict into a friendship, after all, there were not many people from the War God Temple in the expeditionary force, and he did not have a backache at all......