After handing the letter to a battle wizard patrolling Broken Throat Boulevard, Roland turned away without a hitch.

He never expected Marcus to do him any good. It's better to say that as long as that guy fights with the people of Qingguo Avenue, it will be the greatest benefit to Roland.

That's right, as long as there is a fight - there is no need to win, or even to decide the winner.

Initiating a skirmish in the City of Fortune can be big or small; However, if the leader of one region starts an all-out war with the leader of another region, it will undoubtedly represent the collapse of the existing order in the City of Wealth.

Once Marcus has made up his mind, there is little anyone can do to stop him from starting a war that will reduce countless lives to ashes.

It's going to be a war.

There is no mercy, there is no salvation; No one can escape, no one can be saved - everything will be reduced to ashes in this hellish war.

Of course, if I had to say it, there were people who could stop this war. But he's probably not going to make a move.

The corners of Roland's mouth pulled out an arc without a smile, and he walked in a certain direction without hesitation.

As soon as Roland took a step in that direction, he felt a terrible tremor in the distance.

A seismic wave shook from a distance of about ten miles, and Roland suddenly felt a tingling in the soles of his feet.

Then, a large expanse of scorching and scorching air gathered into a cloud of wind and rushed over, but before it reached Roland, it had already lost its impact, and dispersed into a cloud of air like a breeze. Roland could only smell a faint stench in the air.

The black-robed Ash Warrior couldn't help but squint his eyes, and he swayed back a few steps as if he were walking back and forth at will, and then a few steps forward.

After that terrible tremor, it seemed that everything had calmed down. But Roland didn't let up in the slightest, not even a foot moved.

He just covered his ears tightly with his hands and gritted his teeth.

Three or four seconds later, a loud roar came from afar.

The sound alone was enough to make Roland's internal organs tremble a street away. He visibly felt a sweetness in his throat, a vomit-like, rust-like smell pouring down his throat into his nasal cavity.

But the strange thing is that such a large figure did not make the surrounding buildings tremble even the slightest, and even the surrounding passers-by walked on the road as if they didn't feel anything.

Roland waited for the roar to subside, and then waited quietly in place for a minute. After making sure that nothing was coming, he continued to walk in the direction from which the sound came from without hesitation.

He knew very well in his heart that the loud roar was not his illusion. Whether it's a roar, a scorching smell in the air, or a shock wave, it's real.

This is exactly what Professor Victor has done - cognitive defiance of enchantments. In order to avoid trouble, the professor set up a sixfold perpetual alchemy enchantment centered on himself. That's where one of the enchantments comes in.

No one who was unaware of Professor Victor's presence, or anyone who was not in a hurry to find out what the professor was thinking, could not have noticed anything about the professor.

Even if there was a terrible explosion in the basement of a house on this street, everyone would have deliberately ignored it within the envelope of the barrier.

It is not a deception of forgetting or feeling, but the Professor's enchantment is the manipulation of cognition. This is a high-end skill of the confusion control system, and only silver-level wizards can learn relevant knowledge. But this difficult and incomprehensible thing is now recreated by an alchemist in a clever way.

Because he wanted to study his own series of topics without being disturbed, and because he didn't want to miss out on those who came to him, Professor Victor specially designed this enchantment. Roland didn't believe that the professor didn't think of the terrible effect of applying this kind of enchantment to assassination troops, but he did it anyway without any cover-up.

In fact, there is no need for any cover-up. There is no organization in this world that can forcibly steal technology from professors. The White Tower is the last negative textbook, and after the failure of the White Tower, no one will have even the slightest disrespect for the professor.

This is the confidence of the strongest alchemist in the world today, and probably the strongest alchemist in history.

Having carved every detail of the Temple of Truth to heart, and completely deepening his origins to the limit and mastering them once and for all—the Professor's strength has definitely begun to climb to the top of the spire, and he has begun to grasp the ultimate power that a human body can hold.

No street manager in the entire city of fortune dared to resist the professor's orders. Although there were no more than a handful of people who knew where he lived, and although there was probably not a single person in the entire city of wealth who knew what the name of the realm above the Hall of Truth was, or even what the professor looked like, the professor's horror had long since been imperceptible to it. Obviously he didn't do anything, but it was more terrible than doing everything.

Rather, the professor's horror comes from his mystery. Hardly anyone knows what the professor looks like, and even less what the professor really wants. Why did he betray Su Ze? Why enter the City of Fortune? Nobody knows.

Everyone cleared the professor and did not hesitate to betray Su Ze to enter the city of wealth, but until now, the professor has hardly moved. No one would have been able to find him, and if it weren't for some traces of the Professor's presence and not gone, there were even suspicions that the Professor was dead, and now someone was just scaring them by the name of the Professor.

So there was a new speculation.

Maybe the professor has been interfering in the movements of the entire city of wealth, but his means are to achieve his own ends by some indirect means, in a way that does not reveal his identity.

Roland is well aware that the latter speculation is very close to the truth.

Before he knew it, Roland had walked to a certain hut. He unconsciously looked up at the cabin.

It's not a shabby, it's not a good place to live. It's so ordinary, and the only word that can be used to describe it is about clean.

Roland paused slowly at the door.

He didn't knock on the door, but stood quietly and waited. It's a way to identify yourself.

After Roland successfully passes the professor's cognitive test, the professor will be able to learn about Roland's existence through the feedback of the enchantment; And after Roland stood in front of Professor Victor's door, the Professor's Event Perception Enchantment learned about it.

Even if Roland turned on Higgs's gaze, it couldn't stop this perception. Because the professor's perception is to perceive the event, not to directly investigate the person himself. It's like a word in a sentence that is blocked, although it sometimes affects the coherence of the reading, but just based on the general meaning of the sentence, you can almost deduce what the originally blocked word is.

However, Roland had no reason to turn on Higgs's gaze.

All he had to do was show that he had no malice.

After a short wait, the door opened on its own.

“…… Who are you? ”

An ordinary-looking middle-aged man opened the door with a confused expression.

His hair is a silver-white head with some yellowing, and his facial features are neither delicate nor exaggerated, and he looks like he is just the average human in terms of appearance, voice, and age.

He wore an ordinary white coat, the kind healers often wear. The middle-aged man scratched his head, his silver-white pupils emitting a metallic sheen, and he looked a little ruthless because of it.

"Do I know you?"

"We're going to get to know each other soon. You can call me Roland," Roland's voice under the black robe was clear and calm, and he stroked his chest with his right hand and performed a winter hunting salute that only the nobles of Suze would do, "Dear Professor, I think I need some help. ”

Roland knew that since he came into this world, the most dangerous, the most difficult, and probably the easiest negotiation had begun.

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