Claude sitting on the banks of the Mohs Lassi River with his knees crossed. Stan is depressed.

He managed to get a new batch of equipment from old Maude, but before he could show his skills, the men of the windmill came around like quick-nosed hounds and almost caught him.

Fortunately, the three White City Lords who caught him seemed to be newcomers, and they didn't know that they were ghostly patients, and they didn't use chains to bind him, but only used magic to restrain him, so they escaped unexpectedly.

Claude raised his hand, and a cloud of dark green particles escaped from his hand, and he could stretch out an arm made of soul power from his arm at any time if he wanted to.

However, this state of becoming more and more freewheeling just proves the fact that he is dying.

"Time is running out......"

After a series of drifts on the surface of the Black River with the rubble fragments he picked up, Claude bit his lip with determination, reached out and touched the bulging waist bag around his waist, and began to plan his twelfth escape plan in his heart.

The feeling of futility on his waist made him come back to his senses suddenly, and almost subconsciously, the arm made of particle clouds stretched out of his hand, grabbing back the waist bag that was dangling in mid-air and flying outward.

Then his vigilant gaze fell on the three guards of the White City who were dressed like spacesuits and couldn't see their faces clearly.

"Sure enough, it's the same as rumored, a magical amount of power."

The leading White City guard said in an emotionless tone.

Although the content sounded like admiration, the mechanical tone always made Claude feel that it was a sarcasm on his part.

"What do you want?"

Spectrative patients though after the onset of symptoms. The lifespan is very short, but the ability that ordinary people can't detect makes them favored by the windmill and the black river...... Ordinary magicians are imprisoned in cubes even if they commit crimes, and at most, only some people who have some of the qualifications of a magician (psionic ability) can see the soul organs of a ghost patient out of his body.

In every sense, this kind of person is really good as a thug.

Claude felt that the other party was likely to come to him for this purpose.

So while he was wary of the other party's movements, he began to pay attention to the path around him that he could escape.

The opponent's magical prowess has been fully revealed, and the soul organs that are invisible to ordinary people are no different from mages' hands to mages - in fact, the length of the soul organs may be a little shorter than the normal cast distance of the mage's hand......

"Hehe," Franconn continued, after laughing twice without a smile, "why do you think we're here?" ”

Didn't you happen to pass by because you were looking for the main channel of the Mohs Lassi River?

Kamiyu looked at Franken, who suddenly exploded with bad taste for some reason, and secretly complained in his heart.

"Are you looking for me to be a thug? Or are you going to just kill me? ”

Claude was a little creepy by Franken's attitude. In his hand, he clutched the waist bag that he had just brought back from the soul hand. Nervously took a step back, setting the stage for the rest of the run.

It was at this time.

"Claude, what are you doing there?"

A man in a priest's uniform passed by the riverside street, looked at Claude standing in the shallows of the riverbank, and asked, "You haven't done today's service." Come back soon. ”

Obviously. He saw Franconia in the protective suits of the White City Guards. I was afraid that Claude would suffer a loss, so I broke the siege.

"Priest!" Claude had always had a headache with the nagging priest (who was actually a cardinal, though Nero had never identified himself), but now he saw him at first glance. But for no reason, I was happy.

He cautiously bypassed Francon's group, jumped into the street in three or two steps, and ran to Nero's side.

"Bishop Nero, long time no see."

Just as Nero was about to take Claude away from Francon, the skeleton mage called out to him.

"Are you ......?"

Unexpectedly, Nero stopped and looked at the few of them suspiciously.

Francony didn't hide it any further, and set up a group levitation technique for his group, and slowly floated into the street. Then he took off his heavy helmet.

"I'm a professor at Adric College, and we last met in the academy."

"Oh oh ......" Although he felt that the other party was a little kind, Nero was also a high-ranking person in the past after all, and there were countless people who met and received him, even if Franken himself showed his identity, but he couldn't remember it for a while, and he could only perfunctory the past: "It's you......"

Seeing the other party's expression, Franken knew that he didn't think about it, and he didn't poke it, but took out a special screw from his pocket and snorted it to his temple.

Leaving aside Claude, who was startled by Francon's action, Nero finally remembered - after all, although he had seen many people, there was only one who could put a screw in his head and be so maverick.

"It turned out to be Professor Franconia, hired by His Excellency Edric." As a cardinal, Nero of course also had a deep impression of the 'Chosen One', who was highly valued by the Holy See, and had a great impression on Sivi who fought with the Holy Silver Sword Jifrey in the Sanctuary against Hub Soru: "Why are you here? ”

"It's a bit of a hassle to explain."

It took a moment for Krakala to twist the screws before Franken's words took on a touch of emotion: "But there's one more thing to note before that. ”

"Yes, please."

Nero, who knew that the Pure White Church and the Adric Academy had a certain degree of alliance intentions, unconsciously lowered his figure and asked Franken.

"It's almost time...... Franken whispered as he pulled out a thousand-year-old hourglass and looked at the current time.

Just as Franken uttered the puzzling words, a large group of men dressed in black emerged from several nearby alleys.

"Found it, here!"

As soon as the first few people saw Frankenelo and them, they shouted loudly.

"It's the people of Heihe! And it's still a hyena troop......" Claude lost his voice and said: "Trouble! ”

When he just thought that the other party was coming at him, he found that the spearheads of those people seemed to have crossed over to him, pointing at the three White City guards.

"Actually, we took down a guard who was inspecting the site when we came in."

Franconia had no consciousness of causing trouble by himself, scratched his head and said, "It's almost time for the East Window incident to happen, so you can take us and escape after being here for a while." ”

"Don't just get people involved!!" ”

Several of Edric's students, who had been silent from the beginning just now, finally couldn't help but complain together. (To be continued......)