It's dusk again, and the day has passed.

Blaise was about to go out, and before leaving, he looked at the still closed door of the next room, and snorted, "Haven't you been hungry all day?"

Of course, what he said was just a sour complaint.

Magicians use magic as the source of life, and their material needs are not high, and high-level mages can still live without food for months or even years. Although Levi was only an apprentice, it was okay to go without food for three or five days.

What's more, right now, the idea of eating has long been put aside.

......

In the room, on the wheel of pain, which used to be a cloak and was now relegated to a cushion, Levi sat cross-legged, looking slightly tired, but his face was full of excitement.

Directly above him, the Dao Arcane energy fell straight down, and it was actually condensed into a waterfall of energy, and the flying stream was agitated and straight down, like the stars falling in the sky, the rhythm was deep and far-reaching, and the weather was majestic.

At this time, his meditation efficiency is no longer the same as before, if you use the "great whirlpool" as the unit of measurement, I am afraid it is close to two "great whirlpools"!

......

In the sea of consciousness, the bloody battle continues, never stopping, and there is no end.

The puppet's limbs are stiff and the joints are jerky, but under the traction of the root lines, the movements are wild and ferocious, and even use strange skills similar to "joint skills", breaking, pulling, twisting, and folding;

The never-ending fight did not bring any scars to the two.

On the contrary, their bodies are becoming more shiny, the puppets seem to be painted with a new layer of snow, and on the surface of the dragon's body, each black scale resembles obsidian, reflecting a dark and misty light.

The two are metamorphosed layer by layer, the changes are visible to the naked eye, the lines are clearer, the contours are more distinct, and the details are richer. What's more, they are getting closer and closer to "living creatures", with combat reactions similar to "emotions" and "experiences".

It was the fight between the two that involved and channeled the arcane energy to rain down like a torrent of rain into Levi's soul.

The corners of Levi's lips turned up, he was tired, and even dark circles appeared in his eyes, but he didn't care at all.

"—Endless woe!" he smiled and muttered in a low voice, "After so many 'thank you patronage', it's time for me to win the prize......"

Levi was quite satisfied.

This meditation technique, called "Endless Misfortune", actually has a unique "growth"!

In short, the fight between two consciousness bodies is similar to some kind of natural selection, and the two will evolve in sync, and meditation will naturally grow with it.

As for the flaw, it's Levi's dark circles.

Magicians don't need to sleep, and the reason is simple: meditation is more effective than sleep, helping mages recover their mental strength and nourish their souls.

However, "Endless Misfortune" is different from any meditation technique, which consumes mental energy and makes people more sleepy and tired.

Finally, Levi couldn't bear it anymore.

His eyes were closed, his head tilted, his body was planted forward, and he fell to the ground in a "buttocks backwards flat sand and goose style", and the snoring sounded.

......

Bang!

There was a knock on the door.

"Who?" said Levi from his sleep, waking up, lifting his heavy eyelids with difficulty, and spitting out a word between his teeth.

He had only slept for an hour, and he was far from sleeping enough, he was still very sleepy, and his temper was naturally not good.

"I, Tom Matheson. Outside the door, a familiar voice rang out.

It's an old acquaintance, the fat police officer.

"It's coming!" Levi was angry, but he still suppressed his emotions and opened the door.

They are all acquaintances, and he is too lazy to be polite, so he gets straight to the point: "What's the matter?"

"Something went wrong at the Black River Manor outside the city, and a large number of the bodies of the escaped prisoners were found, and there were suspected traces of evil rituals. The fat officer also felt embarrassed and scratched his head, "That's the jurisdiction of the No. 9 Demon Hunting Squad, but they don't have enough manpower, so they only sent a newcomer, or a knight from the Tree Palace." ”

"Need someone to identify you again?" Levi nodded and sighed.

"The old rule is that the gratuity is paid by the Demon Hunter Guild. The fat officer said he knew what would appeal to Levi.

Levi stroked his forehead, and sighed secretly in his heart: Hey, hey, can you not point at a sher?

"How?" asked the fat officer again.

"Is the carriage ready?" Levi turned, and the wheel of pain was upgraded again, becoming his cloak.

......

The Black River Manor is outside the city, and there is still some distance from the top of the dawn, so it is naturally impossible to reach it on foot, and it has to rely on a horse-drawn carriage.

Da Da Da ~~

The sound of horses' hooves is melodious, and on the mountain paths, horse-drawn carriages move slowly, and the carriages lacking shock absorbers sway, like a boat sailing among the waves.

Levi was already sleepy, and the carriage swayed like a cradle, and the horse bell that rang from time to time was like a lullaby, which made his head dizzy, and finally he couldn't resist the fatigue and fell asleep.

"Hey, wake up, wake up......"

I don't know how long it took, Levi felt a pair of big hands shaking his shoulders, performing a rough wake-up service.

"Don't shake!" he said, raising his right arm and forcing his composure, "I'm sorry, I was just deep meditating and lost track of time. ”

"You're snoring," the fat police officer was keenly observant, and he didn't have the consciousness of "seeing through it without saying it", pointing to the corner of Levi's mouth, "Also, you're drooling." ”

When Li Wei heard this, he quickly wiped the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but say: "Officer Maxson, you are so sincere, it is difficult for you to be promoted......

The fat officer laughed.

......

Inside the estate.

The cobblestone path, half-hidden among lush trees, is a delight to the eye as the two walk along the path, flanked by a variety of flowers and ornamental plants.

"This lord of the manor has good taste...... "Levi nodded, complimenting him from the bottom of his heart.

He frowned suddenly.

A strong and pungent smell hit, with complex layers of smells, mixed with rosemary, flowers, parasitic and many unknown spices. Levi could not tell them all, but he could tell that the smell could arouse the primitive bestiality of man, temporarily forget the pain, and fall into a certain state of frenzy.

In the midst of the trees, a white house appeared.

Levi's brow furrowed even tighter, and he smelled a strong, substantial smell of blood, which was by no means the kind of corpse or two that could come from......

He placed his index finger across his nose to ward off the smell.

Sometimes, a keen sense of smell isn't all a good thing, especially when it comes to evil rituals, and Levi's nose is always unusually uncomfortable.

The fat officer pushed the door forward, and Levi entered.

- Slaughterhouse!

Upon entering the door, it was the first thought that popped into Levi's head.

This house is not very large, but the number of corpses is terrifying, and there are several rows neatly arranged along the wall, which is really appalling! There are large blood stains everywhere in the room, the most in the center of the house, and there are shocking trails of blood, dragging from the center of the house to the wall.

The corpses on the wall were covered with deep and shallow knife wounds, and the room was littered with blood-stained daggers, and it was self-evident how those knife wounds came from.

Levi stared at the trail of blood, then at the wall, as if he understood something, and began to count the corpses.

"Don't waste time, twenty-eight corpses. Beside him, a person said in a cold voice, "I have even counted the knives, a total of thirty-two." ”

Levi turned his head to look, but what caught his eye was a green face.

The man had curly brown hair and was wearing Mithril armor, embroidered with a scorpion lion motif, with a fierce and lifelike expression. Just like the others in the Tree Palace, his face was also painted with dark green oil paint, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Levi Stansinger, the top of the dawn. Levi greeted him in a friendly manner.

"Neil Fimir, Tree Palace. The man didn't appreciate it very much, and said coldly, "Don't get too close to me, it will sting you." ”

Levi was stunned when he heard this.

He could tell that the knight of the Tree Palace had a bad opinion of him, but it was obviously the first time they had met. Of course, he didn't care, anyway, he was here to make money, anyway, when things were done, they parted ways.

"Levi, how's it going?" the fat officer leaned in and asked in a low voice, "Are there any traces of an evil ritual?"

Levi nodded, and said firmly: "Not only is there an evil ritual, I also know what is going on here......

"So, what's going on?" the fat officer asked, startled.

He had seen Levi's reasoning ability, and he was naturally very convinced of him.

"Don't pretend!" Neil frowned, feeling that the other party was playing tricks, "You are a low-level mage, do you still know how to 'go back in time'?"

"You don't need to, as long as you know how to listen and watch," Levi raised his eyebrows and said indifferently, "The crime scene will tell me what happened......

"Oh, then I'll have to study hard......" Neil sneered, pompously gestured as if he were asking, "may I ask you, Master, what's going on here?"

"A tryout. Levi was succinct.

"Selection?"

Neil frowned, and the fat officer looked stunned.

Levi pointed to the center of the room and said unhurriedly: "Thirty-two people, thirty-two knives, fight in two groups, the dead are dragged to the wall, and the living enter the next round...... Thirty-two, sixteen, eight, four, and when there are four left, the selection ends. The four men were taken away, leaving twenty-eight corpses and thirty-two knives. ”

"Selection? Depending on the situation, maybe it's true!"

"Awesome!"

......

The rest of the people were not stupid, and they quickly figured it out, and nodded their heads one after another, showing admiration on their faces.

Levi's reasoning was really eye-opening for them.

Neil snorted, not retorting.

"I see!" the fat officer held his chin and paced around the room, as if searching for something.

"There's another mystery, how did the remaining four and the organizers leave? Judging by the broken signs of the deadbolt, the main door is locked and forcibly broken when you entered, while the rest of the doors and windows are bolted and show no signs of being opened. The more Levi spoke, the more excited he became, his voice became high-pitched, and his eyes lit up, "If you ignore the magic factor, this is a secret room ......"

Click.

Before he could finish his sentence, the fat officer noticed something and reached out to lift the floor.

Under the floor, there is an underground passage!

Levi froze on the spot, his expression changed several times, and became extremely complicated and eccentric.

The fat officer looked at his expression, immediately understood something, and finally had the urge to complain: Hey, hey, what kind of trouble are you going to make with this disappointed expression on your face?