Taran has now transformed from a little girl who "fled" to Doraiz City in search of opportunities, and has become a hot big man in Doraiz City, even many of the core nobles of Doraiz City have to treat her with more courtesy, and all this change in status is partly because she controls the largest alchemy potion trade in the entire Doraiz City, but more because she has a real official mage behind her.

If it weren't for a backstage that was so powerful that these nobles despaired, a powerless little girl like Lutharan would have let the nobles who did everything they could eat with their goods.

Now, in the upper class of Doraise City, the toweran is standing in front of the punk white tower, a carriage full of several boxes of gold coins is parked at the bottom of the small hill, which contains seventy percent of the gold coins that he has worked so hard to earn, and when he thinks that most of the gold coins he has earned by running around will be given to the "idle" young mage in the white tower, he gritted her teeth for a while, although the old butler reminded her that she must understand the "cooperation" between Punk and the Minohorn family relationship, but it is still difficult for the rebellious Luttaran to put on a "ladylike" smile to face the punk.

However, when the punk controlled the door of the White Tower and opened it to the White Tower, all the indifference and indignation turned into a deep trembling, and the heavy smell of blood and evil that seemed to soak the entire White Tower forced the Taran who was about to complain loudly back several steps, and the "tsundere declaration" in his stomach was also re-choked in his stomach!

What the hell did this mage do, this terrifying, almost substantial bloody aura is not something that can be emitted by killing a few animals! Even the legendary battlefield where 10,000 people fight is nothing more than that, right?

Having settled down, suppressing the urge to turn around and run away immediately, Taran kept telling himself in his mind:

"I'm the countess of the Minohone family, how could I be ...... Bloody and scared of it"!

Whispering "I'm sorry", Luthalan cautiously walked into the White Tower.

Soon, the "brave" little Taran, the countess of the Minohorn family, was once again frightened by the sight inside the White Tower. There was no way, she was only a fifteen-year-old child after all, and this terrible scene was completely beyond the bottom line of a greenhouse flower.

I saw that on the ground of the White Tower, there were black and red lines on the walls that were chaotically intertwined and spreading, and if you looked closely, these lines were still squirming, and there seemed to be countless wails and roars faintly coming out of these lines.

Inside the hall of the White Tower, there are also many rock cages neatly arranged at least half a meter apart from each other, and the creatures in the cages are ............ With blue-red skin, blood-red crazy eyes, a carapace covered in bone spurs, and the madness that constantly gnawed at the stone pillars and even himself! Even with the knowledge of Uttaran, he could recognize that it was a group of demons!

Although he didn't know what kind of demon it was, the evil madness that almost condensed into substance was still strictly terrifying, and the wide-eyed Uttaran could hardly believe that this mage had actually gotten a group of demons out of nowhere, and this evil creature was not only played by the most evil witches in the novel.

But then he saw Punk sitting at a small table, still wearing a pale blue robe, sitting there refreshingly, as if the blood and noise around him could not disturb him in the slightest.

Taran didn't dare to let the punk wait too much, and she didn't want to show her "rare and weird" side in front of the punk, she was the countess of the Minohorn family, and she couldn't lose her temper even in the face of a mysterious and ruthless mage, let alone ............ In short, you can't let him look down on himself.

Pretending to be composed, he walked towards the punk, enduring the shrill roar of the Flomo in the cage and the blood surging in the air. From the look on his face, it seemed as if she really saw blood and demons as if they were nothing, but she didn't realize that her trembling legs had betrayed her true heart.

Punk sat at the table, it was not strange that such a scene would scare Lutharan, and the abyss evil pollution in the entire hall had not been cleaned up, and it was normal for ordinary people to be affected, but Taran was able to calm down, at least not slumping to the ground had made Punk feel her growth.

It's just that for punk, it doesn't matter much whether Taran grows or not.

The punk didn't clean up the pollution of the abyss mainly to study the connection between the demon and the chaotic nature, but now it seems that the connection or something has not been understood, and the image of an evil mage has been established.

The punk, who was only thinking about continuing his research quickly, listened impatiently to the unsystematic report of the Taran, and then directly ignored the childish expression of "Come and praise me" on the face of the Taran, he just put a box of alchemical potions made in the previous two days and a list of needed items at the feet of the Taran.

"You have a maximum of a month to have all the "materials" ready, and it is better to have two mage apprentices sent to the White Tower in three weeks' time, along with twenty healthy and sane slaves."

After saying that, Punk ignored Taran's surprised expression, he stood up and walked to the experimental table again, on which was a "living" Flomo, the disembowelment Flomo was constantly twitching and howling, and the atmosphere of the entire White Tower was eerie.

"That............ If you want to buy slaves, you want to ...... Is it going to be an experiment"?

Luo Taran glanced at the experimental table, and then quickly retracted his little head did not dare to look at it, and even the voice of the words that he asked with vomiting was out of shape, although he was talking to the punk, but Luo Talan's mind at this time was neatly placed on the experimental table...... The demon's internal organs, and even many of them, were still squirming slightly, and the thought of this scene made Uttaran feel a churning in his stomach.

"Do you think that's what you should ask"?

The sound of a knife cutting through pieces of meat stopped abruptly, and Punk slowly turned his head with a wildly rolling eyeball in his hand, skimming at the trembling Lutharan out of the corner of his eye.

Lutharan was almost stunned by the deep gaze in the punk's pale blue pupils, and for the first time she had the urge to flee somewhere desperately, and cold sweat instantly wet her light clothes, revealing her graceful curves undisguised.

In the end, she still kept her senses, and replied loudly and in trepidation:

"Hug ...... Sorry"!

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It wasn't until she sat in the carriage back to the city that Luttaran felt an absolute discomfort in her stomach, and she couldn't imagine what a terrible mage Punk was to be able to keep her face from changing............ Dissect a creature—even an evil demon.

The paper in her hand was crumpled by the basket, and it listed what the punk had asked her to prepare within three weeks, and the large number of "experimental" slaves that only an evil mage would need, and the thought of anyone in Dorez City, whether it was an ordinary nobleman or a low-level professional, trembled with fear at the mention of an "evil archmage" living in an unknown town. He used to think that those people were cowardly, but now he ............

Taran looked out the window at the sunset, Bei Yan gently bit her white lower lip, she felt that she understood the fear of those people, the mysterious punk made her scared from the bottom of her heart, just thinking of the strange gaze that saw through everything made her forehead covered with cold sweat, but in the girl's heart, there was an indescribable feeling that made her unable to treat punk as a terrible mage to avoid it, but ...... Instead, it made her want to get closer to this mysterious being that terrified her.

"Oops, forget it, I don't want to be put on the dissection table that day"!

Taran roared in her heart, putting all these thoughts and faint emotions into a hidden corner, and the task that Punk gave her was still busy!