"Demons possess four secret weapons, the first being great power, the second being profound knowledge, and the third being unpredictable thinking circuits. Professor Pacian's voice came through the fog.

Clearing the clouds, Professor Pacian's old face was revealed. He patiently asked, "And what's the fourth thing?" The word "impatient" was written all over the professor's face. But now he has a request for the other party, and he has to follow the other party's train of thought.

"Hahahaha!" Professor Pacien burst out laughing, "'I' would believe a demon's nonsense, 'I' am really ......" His face quickly turned cold, "Stupid." ”

"There's no need to talk nonsense, Saidwend. Professor Pacian finally couldn't stand this confused relative, he frowned, and said to the empty space in front of him: "I feel it, there is a high chance of failure this time, and at that time, 'I' will be free." Please give me the most solemn tribute. ”

Professor Pacian's figure flashed, and suddenly appeared in the space where he had spoken before, he bit his finger and frowned, "Sander Truman, 'I' should know that our relationship is not so good. ”

"'I' have to!" Professor Pacion flashed back to his original position, and he exclaimed eagerly, "If I fail, that ...... The 'mother'......" he looked terrified.

"In short, 'I' must offer a sacrifice for me. He paced back and forth in place, "I need to gather enough resurrection strength as soon as possible." 'I' can't deal with that guy's ......"

He stopped suddenly, stared at the empty space in front of him, and said word by word: "What 'I' know, if 'I' die before I am resurrected, then we will be completely finished." ”

"Hmm," Professor Pacien flashed again, crouching in the empty space before him, biting his finger vigorously, ignoring the blood that had been shed, "Well, even if what 'I' said makes sense. ”

He stood up and clapped his hands, "In that case, I've granted my request." I'll prepare a festival for me. ”

Flashback again, "That's good, I'm going back." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Professor Pacien couldn't wait to start chasing people, "I'm waking up at the same time as 'I', it's against the rules, the time can't be extended any longer, 'I' go to sleep." ”

Without waiting for another Pacian professor to respond, he waved his hand, and a thick cloud quickly surrounded him from all directions, and it didn't take long for his vision to turn into a gray scene.

"Whew......" Professor Pacien let out a sigh of relief and slipped out of his sleeping bag. He stretched his waist against the weak sun, and the sun hit his face, feeling warm.

The weather was nice today, and he couldn't help but yawn. Rubbing his eyes slightly, Professor Pacien finally came to his senses.

He tore through a piece of morning mist, let it roll over his face into droplets, and rinsed his mouth, and the professor's grooming was over. He snapped his fingers, and the sleeping bag behind him immediately turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared.

Awakened, Professor Pacien looked around, as if judging the direction. Soon, he made the choice - to walk towards the rising sun.

Today he was in a good mood, humming a song as he walked, and the song was so beautiful that he even attracted a few birds to chirp around him.

It's so nice that this world could stay here forever. Professor Pacien thought that it would be nice if he could succeed this time.

The elven girl Nanali panicked - she was completely lost.

Nanali is not a road idiot, on the contrary, she has a good sense of direction. At the rally, it was even said that she had equipped herself with the brain of a pigeon and would not get lost under any circumstances.

She wasn't lost—she was lost in the direction of her tracking.

Nanali had been following the breath that the First Witch had given her, but now, it had split into two parts. The Ancient Demon Lord and the evil sorcerer who unleashed him were separated.

Why do you still bring this? Nanali even wanted to scratch the wall a little - shouldn't the evil warlock be the only one to see the demon lord? Why did you run away by yourself?

No matter how angry she was, the truth was that she had to make a choice - should she choose to catch the evil warlock who looked a little easier to deal with first, or should she take out the ancient demon lord first, and then clean up the inferior warlock?

Nanali is not good at choosing, so she leaves the choice to the heavens.

The method is simple. The first step is to break a branch, the second step is to throw the branch into the sky, and the last step is to observe the branch that has fallen to the ground. The direction in which the tip of the branch points and the direction that is closer to the direction is chosen by whomever is better.

"Smack. With a soft thud, the branch fell to the ground.

"This direction is ......" Nanali closed her eyes and carefully sensed two very different breaths, "Then it's you, poor warlock!"

Nanali ignored the fallen branches and walked resolutely in the chosen direction, "I caught you, just in time to ask for some information, hum...... If you're honest, maybe I'll be able to spare you. Nanali muttered to herself—she had been wandering in the wilderness for many years, and if she hadn't had this ability to talk to herself, she would have gone mad.

"Crackling. A black leather boot stepped on a newly broken branch, and a middle-aged man with a black hood appeared where Nanali had been.

If Faust were here, he would have felt a little familiar to this man - his hood and boots were all unique, completely different from those in the South. Faust had only seen him once - in the mayor's mansion, the resident who resisted the detection of remote sensing, Faust had only captured some details of his clothing, and had no way of finding out any more information.

"I didn't expect ......," the man lifted his hood, revealing his short red hair and rough O-shaped beard, "just come to the South to make some extra money, and you can meet the people of the witches' gathering." ”

"They've been getting more and more rampant lately. A cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes, "The range of activities of the witches has expanded to the south of the empire, and they obviously have the ability to lurk and transfer within the empire, and this matter must be reported." ”

He took a small box from his bosom and carefully placed it on the ground. He got down on one knee and gently lifted the lid. As soon as the lid of the box was opened, a white light shot out of it, unfolding into a screen of light about a foot above the ground.

The man could only see a white light, but he knew that there must be someone on the other side - the information box management office of the Second Secret Service Division had a good salary, but he didn't want to go, big of it was because of the damn 24-hour work week.

His box level is not high, he can only transmit information unilaterally, and the other side is just the most ordinary intelligence handler. But he knew that once this information was returned, it would inevitably be sent to the director's desk.

"There are witches in the southern part of the empire, the rank is unknown, and it is suspected that they have a special transfer channel. With that, he closed the box - this thing consumes a lot of energy every second, and there is a quota for the energy stones that everyone can get, and if they exceed it, they will have to pay for it themselves.