In the dark corner, on the last dark winter night, a gust of north wind whirred and made people panic.

On such a cold night, the air seems to solidify.

Staying in an inconspicuous corner of the street, spending the day, in the current physical condition, to avoid all unnecessary troubles.

And now, the cold night, tells Aaron that he must complete this final self-redemption.

At this time, the wind blew the windows on the side of the street with a "bang" sound, it was a cold night, which made Aaron feel that he had fallen into the mouth of a giant beast, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet, a gust of wind blew, and he was half lying in the corner, he couldn't help but shiver, and could no longer stand up straight.

Chilblains are initially the size of a fingernail, with purplish-red bumps or indurations that are as cold as iron to the touch.

This feeling of swelling and itching, after the heat last night, turned into blisters, and now the blisters have eroded, and they have completely become shocking malignant chilblains.

"I thought that with Sparta's perseverance, I could endure everything. It's just that I forgot that I am just a mortal, and I overestimate the condition of my body too much, and the 5-star blessing effect of the King of Sparta can alleviate serious war wounds, but it will not help for these typhoid frostbite. Now, you have to find a warm place, or you will be frozen into an ice sculpture tomorrow morning. ”

At this point, Aaron had to force his frozen body to be able to stand up in place. Then find a place to keep warm, even if by force, even though it would be risky.

"As for the evil magic that the dark sorcerer has blessed with him, it will all be dissipated by sunset tomorrow. At that time. The ability to summon both Temples will be restored. ”

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Aaron had to use the wall behind him to stabilize his weak and stiff body in the cold wind.

But at this time. A set of data, suddenly reflected in his eyes, "The target ———— the Warlock profession, is approaching." ”

Aaron's body was inexplicably stiff, and his silver eyes, although embedded in a resolute face, were restless. This second. He had a complicated heart. There is anger, disappointment, unwillingness, and that look of desperation.

After the data, a ...... who seems to be in his old age is followed Old man!?

In Aaron's vision. The other party's dark and "shiny" face was covered by messy hair, the rag bag on his body was very heavy, and his back was hunched over, and he was still muttering in his mouth: "It's cold." It's cold! ”

He limped one step at a time. Patrolling the street back and forth, it seems to be looking for a corner where to shelter from the wind.

When he came to Aaron, he no longer looked down, but opened the tattered bag in his hand, rummaged through it with his black hand that was wrinkled like a ditch, and then, with one hand, he took out a short wooden staff from it.

"Warlock or beggar?"

Aaron pressed the question in his heart and secretly watched the other party's movements.

It's all weird.

…… A lonely old man begs in the bitter winter wind. His figure seemed to be even thinner. The torso crouched against the wall looked even smaller in the slaughter of the winter night.

Frozen fingers bent and fisted. Aaron was ready to kill with one blow.

"Why don't you sit down and have a relaxing chat for a while, mysterious young man?"

In Aaron's sight, the old beggar, with words in his mouth, pointed forward with the wooden staff in his hand, and a pile of flames rose out of thin air.

At this moment, Aaron's arm was only half stretched forward, and then froze there. Just as he had been worried before, he had overestimated his physical condition.

"If you can't kill with one hit, don't do it blindly."

Aaron finally withdrew his arm and sat down slowly in the range of the flames.

"Hahaha, you're reacting a little violently, young man. Although I am a fire control warlock, my ability is limited to controlling a fireball to keep warm. Believe me, this fireball is not even a meter away. ”

The old man, with his face black and shiny, laughed out loud, unfazed by Aaron's attack just now, and took out some dry firewood from his tattered bag, and kept adding it to the fire that would not be extinguished, to increase and spread the temperature in this corner.

"It's you who make me feel terrible, just now I was even thinking about whether to approach you, ordinary people can't see it, but I can feel that your body is at least blessed by the evil bondage of thirty kinds of dark warlocks."

The other party raised his head and glanced at Aaron, and deliberately added, "Dark and evil bondage, that is an absolutely rare and high-level warlock's ability. ”

The old beggar is not the seeker of the imagination. But it didn't affect Aaron's vigilant and meticulous thoughts, "So, what is your purpose in approaching this corner disguised as a beggar?" ”

Obviously, from some slight movements, Aaron's limbs still did not relax. He was relying on the warmth of this fire, trying to drive away the stiffness of his body that followed him.

- His eyes were cold and stiff, a precursor to killing.

But at this moment, the old beggar suddenly looked straight at him, and his eyes were surprisingly full of supplication.

"Believe me, I used to be rich in this stone hill city, but now I am a real beggar. I don't have the courage to come near you, because I'm going to die, tonight! ”

The old man's eye sockets were sunken deeply, and he was trying to shrink inside.

Intuition tells Aaron that the other party is telling the truth. Because if this warlock has malicious intentions, there is no need to be so wordy.

Therefore, Aaron could only relax and regain his flexible body, squinting at the flames, with a wry smile on his lips, but said indifferently, "A fire can be exchanged for a wish, you are the smartest and most discerning person in this city." …… If you have something to ask for, say it now! ”

It turned out that the old beggar, or the old low-level warlock, was not wrong in his judgment.

A person who has been blessed with thirty kinds of evil bondage, if he is not the emperor of the Central Empire himself, maybe he is an unspeakable being...... God. A god who is unattainable in the eyes of ordinary people.

And what happened next was once again beyond Aaron's expectations. The imaginary transaction was not as sky-high as Aaron thought, this transaction, pure and small, made him a little moved.

I saw the old warlock, flashing with a look of surprise that could not be concealed, and beckoned into the darkness with his arm.

A begging little girl came into Aaron's sight, she was only about 10 years old, her clothes were very shabby, her hair was messy, as if she hadn't been groomed for a long time, and at the same time she was holding a broken bowl in her hand, her head was lowered, and her eyes were timidly moving forward a few steps, but she was standing not far from Aaron.

"Her name is Lidong. I'm dying, but I hope she won't suffer anymore. …… Today is her birthday and the day she will be an orphan. Mysterious adults, as you can see...... It was a grandfather's deathbed birthday present. (To be continued......)