"Give him another drink! Count me in! ”

"You know Mary, my husband he ...... again yesterday"

"Did you hear, Lord Mayor, he looks like he's going to ...... incineration plant?"

Before Roland and the others could reach the door, they heard a commotion spilling through the crack in the door of the Gargoyle Inn.

“…… What's going on? ”

Robert's brow furrowed, and the right hand of the gate he had just touched was suddenly fixed in the air.

The hustle and bustle is so normal, like a normal hotel.

He even smelled alcohol, furnace ash, and vomit.

The disgusting smell spilled through the crack in the door.

Robert had liked the tavern feel, but the slightly sour smell only made him more upset.

…… This city shouldn't be like this.

The inexplicable sense of dislocation made Robert feel a little creepy.

He hesitated, and couldn't help but vent his confidence to inherit. The right hand, which was going to push the door open, curled up and knocked lightly on the door twice.

Suddenly, the building, which was more like a tavern than an inn, fell silent for a moment.

Immediately, the sound of crisp wine glasses colliding broke the silence.

A stream of all kinds of cheers mixed from inside, and the rough voice of a mountain folk drowned out all the sounds, resounding in the ears of Roland and the others:

"--To the guests who have come from afar!"

The building itself was full of all kinds of anomalies, so the enthusiasm of the "guests" inside not only did not dispel the nervousness of Roland and the others, but made them tense their nerves even more.

Suddenly. The door of the inn was opened from the inside. An even stronger smell of alcohol accompanied by a sudden increase in noise slapped on the faces of Roland and the others, but the inside of the door was still dark for some reason. There is no bright light.

The shadow at the entrance of the inn is like a huge mouth that chooses people to eat, full of unknown deterrence.

"-Hello?"

Robert tried to yell inside. But there was no response.

He thought it might be because it was too noisy for anyone to hear, so Robert repeated it in a higher voice, but there was only a burst of laughter.

No doubt.

There is a certain malice behind this door - there is no doubt about it.

Suddenly, Claudia's face began to turn slightly pale, An Ruosi pushed the non-existent glasses with a serious face, and Robert's expression became serious.

"Ann Ruosi, don't waste your magic to use defensive sorcery......" Roland whispered in An Ruosi's ear, "I will protect you...... Check out what's behind the door first. ”

An Ruosi nodded a little nervously. The chant was as low as he could, and the indistinct syllables were already shattered in his throat.

But just as the white rune in front of An Ruosi turned blue, all the runes shattered at the same time, turning into bits of debris and shattering.

“…… It's a witchcraft counter! ”

An Ruosi's face suddenly became much more ugly.

Seeing this, Robert didn't speak, but silently took out the ritual knife from his arms and slashed it lightly on his left hand.

Suddenly, thin blood streaks emerged from the palm of his hand. On the palm of his straight left hand, blood poured out of the wound like worms, forming tiny runes near the wound.

However, it was similar to the situation of An Ruosi—at the moment when the first rune was faintly formed. The muscles near his wound twitched violently, and in an instant the runes that were almost forming in his palm were spent.

"No need to try...... Save your mana. ”

Roland sighed slightly, raised his staff sword slightly, and spit out more than an inch of sharp blade. The silver-gray flame hung like syrup on the tip of the blade, ready to go.

In fact, even Roland didn't know what was going on inside the hotel.

There is not only one copy of the "Cursed Inn". Rather, it's a temporary copy of the Trials.

To be precise, this is the effect of a large witchcraft of the Waste Bureau.

This witchcraft is called "The Old City". The effect is to restore a destroyed building in a manner similar to physical illusions, and then reenact the scene before it was destroyed. If you haven't escaped or broken all nodes before the end of the re-enactment scenario. All the people in the building will be dissolved in the void along with the illusion.

Only after the professional awakens the origin and obtains the rare trait of "Void Resistance" can he be exempted from this instantaneous death effect, otherwise the mortality rate will be greater than ninety percent.

This was originally one of the final defensive techniques in the Inner Ring of the White Tower. However, at the urging of the drunkard director of the Waste Development Bureau, Ms. Anviglia stripped part of the spell from her spire and lent it to him.

After the genius's modification, this technique can even be transformed into a group of dead witchcraft or a long-standing illusion barrier for a very short period of time through subjective intervention.

In fact, in the city of Shirahara, south of the White Tower, this method was used to recreate the demolished fortress in the form of a fantasy. In the unlikely event that someone rushes in, the White Tower Wizard can give them a hard blow as long as he abandons this illusory fortress that could collapse at any time.

Roland had also placed a cursed inn quest before. He knew full well that the difficulty of these copies depended entirely on the malice of the caster.

After the director's modification, this technique is no longer a simple repetition of existing destruction, and the caster can create new illusion effects at any time according to his imagination.

Depending on the amount of magic consumed, some of these illusions are purely light and shadow effects, while others are like real objects that give people an actual sense of touch.

If you don't have enough experience, it's easy to fall for a big loss in the trap of fiction and reality.

So Roland thought for a moment and said, "I'll go to the front." An Ruosi, you and I are beside you, and the others stand closer to each other and take care of each other. ”

"Don't be like this, you girl......"

Hearing Roland say this, Robert immediately raised objections.

"Don't mess around!" Roland glared at him before he could finish speaking, "I'm the only one here who is a melee fighter of the perception system, who else could I have been in front if I hadn't pushed up to the front when I was clearing the wasteland?" ”

"That being said......"

Robert was still confused.

An Ruosi stood behind Roland very well-behaved.

He had seen Roland's fighting prowess—that tyrannical fighting style that was wrapped in the cold wind, and he would never forget it for a long time.

"Hey! Ann Ruosi, you-"

When Robert saw this scene, he couldn't help but have a new understanding of An Ruosi's discipline.

"Don't be noisy!"

Roland shouted in a low voice, and shook off the staff and sword in his hand, and the silver-gray flames rose brightly, illuminating the way forward like a torch.

"Follow me, keep talking, and never leave the team no matter what happens—" (To be continued......)