The mage awoke, staring blankly at the marks on the ground, quickly realizing that there had once been something very large in size and mass. As for the memory of last night, Cheese is well aware that it is not normal. And in retrospect, he found that his conversation with his companion around the campfire was also eerie, as if there was some force that deflected all the images and sounds in a direction that would make the mage lose control of his emotions, but Cheese was confident that even if it was his own teacher, he would not be able to affect his senses at will.

If it were an ordinary person, he might take this anomaly as a delusion and be vigilant for a while, but if he couldn't even trust himself, how could the wizard be sure that the world in front of him was real? Cheese leaned over and put his hand on the terrible flat ground, there was nothing abnormal, he couldn't feel any unnatural forces, and this was obviously unreasonable. So, excluding the impossible answers, the rest is clear, right?

"There's no lake around here, even if it's smaller. These were the first words the mage said to the crowd when he returned to the camp.

Several people looked at each other, and none of them understood why Cheese had this problem. However, Jack, as the person most familiar with the area, still spoke, "Do you want water? If you have to have a lake... We may have to take some detours. ”

Cheese looked at the others, pondered for a moment before making a decision. "You and I went to the lake, and the others went to the valley as planned. The two of us will rush back before you arrive, and don't approach that city until we get back, can we do that?"

"What's so urgent, do you need my help?" asked Lothar, frowning, what could be more important than going to the ravine to learn about the rat-man plague. Although the Count of Montenegro was skeptical that the plague would be cured in Vale, he wondered why Cheese, who had proposed the trip, had left the team.

"Not at the moment. We will be back as soon as possible. Cheese's face was gloomy, and when he realized that he might have been present in Turbidity last night, he was in a worse mood than he was before he fainted. And the companions obviously saw this, and the mage at this time gave the impression of a volcano that could erupt at any moment, and the gray robe covered the core of danger.

In the face of such a cheese, even Elsa didn't say much, and the webworm who had experienced the mage's anger subconsciously hid behind Lothar, she still remembered her tragic death of the spiders. Seeing that no one was silent, Cheese took the reins of a horse and rolled over. "Jack, let's go. ”

The wolfwalker shrugged, took off his shirt and threw it onto the carriage, landing on all fours, his body quickly changing like a wolf. Since the mage seemed so anxious, Jack naturally chose to lead the way in the fastest way possible. "Woo!" the wolf howled, and the wolf, which was almost the size of a horse, began to run on all fours. The horse that the mage sat down instinctively felt fear at the sight of the terrifying beast, but before it could react, Cheese had already put his hand on the horse's head, and the magic power was poured into the poor animal's body, forcing it to do what the wizard wanted.

After the wolf rode away, a few people breathed a sigh of relief, they didn't know why they did this, but they felt that it seemed to be a lot easier with the mage leaving. "Are you going to come with us next?" asked Lothar to Callus, who was not far away.

The Demon Spawn shook his head, and he beckoned Peg and Jerry to get on their horses, "We have an appointment with another Grey robe, and we're going to join him." We'll see you in the valley anyway, so let's go first. Then he turned and mounted his horse, and without further ado, led the boy and girl towards the north. Jerry, who couldn't ride a horse and rode with his master, heard Clarus whisper in a very small business, "Good wizard? ”

"Teacher?" said the young nezumi apprentice, looking up curiously, he didn't understand what the Demon Descendant was talking about.

And the killer didn't explain much, he just sneered and said to his apprentice, "Remember, boy. Wizards are crazy, and the more powerful the wizard, the more crazy they are. This was true no matter what color robe he was wearing. Never, never, never trust wizards who can do things that evil gods would not do for the sake of the so-called truth. ”

"But aren't we going to find another wizard too, and why would we do this if we don't trust him?" Jerry continued.

"Hehe, that's a good question, boy. Clarus's eyes flashed with fire, he was still learning how to use qi to suppress the demonic fire in his body, but it was inevitable that he would get out of control when he was emotional, "You remember, although wizards are not trustworthy, it is always convenient to make deals with them. The world in the eyes of those madmen is different from ours, and what we pursue may be worthless in their eyes. And they tend to be above the top and take no one into account, which is a good thing, because we only need to pay a little cheap self-esteem in exchange for enough profit. However, it is also necessary to be cautious about dealing with them, it is best to work only for a short period of time, and their ability to cause trouble is far more than they can offer. ”

"Clearly, if I'm here, I'd like to applaud you for that. Looks like you've seen quite a few self-proclaimed wizards before you met me and Cheese?" came from the front right, the voice of the Cursed Crow, a raven with six wings, flying so close to Clarus that it only needed to reach out and grab it. In fact, Jerry did reach out.

"Hey, let this kid be careful!" the crow's voice said in a somewhat annoyed voice, and the six-winged crow he controlled quickly closed its wings, speeding up its flight and evading Jerry's hand.

"You told him yourself, didn't you save him, there's no reason you didn't leave him alone. The Demon Descendant replied lazily to the Speller's protest. As for the question of the words he had spoken with Jerry before being heard by the Cursed Crow, he honestly didn't care. With Krus's skills at this time, although he was not sure that he had a chance of winning a head-on battle with the Curse Crow, when it came to sneak attacks, it was still very simple for the killer to take the life of the Spell Magician.

"You and that cheese boy have been in the dark all night and your brain is broken? Forget it, we're northwest of you, you come right here, I have something to show you." The crow finished her master's words, flapped her wings, and soon disappeared from view. Interestingly, there was nothing under this clear sky to provide cover for a black bird.

"Wizard. Cyrus said as if helplessly and disdainfully, flicked the reins, and changed the direction of his progress. Soon, he saw the Raven and two others standing in front of him, as well as the wreckage of a badly damaged carriage.