After Elsa and Leon were separated, Cheese walked briskly into the path by the square, muttering something silently. The mage's mouth uttered syllables that no one would have tried to use, and with his spell, his left hand and arm, which had been unable to move for a long time, slowly regained their ability to move. The reason why Cheese had left this wound on his body was to study the process of the rat-man plague, but in fact, the plague virus mutated very slowly in the mage, probably because Cheese did not spend all the energy stored in his body to supply the virus for reproduction like other patients. At the end of the day, Cheese had just used his left arm as a moving petri dish to place the viruses.

But now, the situation in Turbidity Town has made the mage feel a sense of crisis, whether it is a caveman, a devil, or a proto-nezumi, Cheese has a certain understanding of these enemies, which has always given the mage the ability to maneuver between them. However, Cheese could feel that the opponent behind Turbidity Town was probably different from the existence he had faced before, and he didn't need any magical means to put the mage in danger, just a simple fire almost killed the three of them. If I had to say, it was like the hunter becoming the prey, and the mage felt that his every move became a test for the other party to understand him. And once he thinks he's got the hang of it, he'll probably take some more radical steps to stop the mage from investigating the plague.

This forces Cheese to no longer retain his strength as before, and he must remain in full swing in order to deal with the impending danger. The virus that had been forcibly forced out of the mage's body turned into black pus, which flowed down the pores of the cheese and was absorbed by the bandage tied to his arm. After feeling that the virus was almost gone, the mage untied the bandage on his arm and threw the disgusting-smelling bandage into the air, and a blue flame appeared out of thin air, burning the bandage to ashes.

"Hu ......" swept down his left shoulder with his right hand, and the last bit of pus attached to the skin of his left arm was also wiped away by invisible energy. The reason why he went to such great lengths to deal with these things was not that Cheese was afraid that the pus would infect other people, and that the viruses were killed by the mage with energy before they left the mage's body, but that Cheese had to prevent his own hair or skin tissue from leaving his body with the pus, and then being acquired by beings who were hostile to him. In any magical system, it is a taboo to let an opponent get his or her own body, or have been a part of it, because it will allow many vicious curses to bypass all defenses and act directly on him, which is as terrible as telling the opponent his real name.

After making sure that there were no flaws that could be exploited by the enemy, the mage who had recovered his left hand was able to traverse the roads of Turbidity at a faster pace. For Cheese, it was not difficult to find the previous building from memory, in fact, with his strong memory and deduction ability, in just a few days, the mage had already mapped the entire architecture and terrain of Turbidity Town in his mind. The area of Turbidity Town is not large, although the roads in the whole town are very cluttered due to the lack of unified planning of the layout of the town during the construction process, but except for a little detour in some places, Cheese still arrived in front of the building within an hour.

To the mage's relief, just as he had thought, the guards near the building, whether they belonged to the Kingdom Knights or the Bear Hunters, had been transferred outside the town to stop the Nezumi attack, and the building was now undefended. However, just as Cheese was about a hundred steps away from the building, the mage was keenly aware of the unusual aura that filled the air. Almost as soon as he realized this, the world in Cheese's eyes lost its color and became pure black and white. The whole street looks like a patchwork of sketches. At the same time, the street, which was only about a hundred paces, was stretched by an unknown force, and the small buildings that were close at hand were stretched into the distance by the long street in an instant. Not only that, but when Cheese looked back, he noticed that the other building he had passed earlier had also been stretched far away. He seems to be trapped on this rudimentary path made up of black and white.

If the change around him is replaced by another ordinary person, I am afraid that person will be frightened and speechless by this bizarre scene at this time. Fortunately, Cheese had experienced many horrors that were more bizarre than the scene in front of him, so the mage quickly calmed down and stopped his tracks, as he found that the scenery on either side did not seem to be approaching him, either forward or backward.

"Wise choice. Youngster. Unable to distinguish the voices of men, women, and children, the mage heard the words but did not seek out the person who spoke. Since the other party used such means to imprison himself, then he would definitely not show up in front of him. However, on the bright side, although the situation seems to be a unilateral passivity of Cheese, it also shows the timidity of the other party, and he has not yet received enough information to stop him from being wary of Cheese.

With this in mind, Cheese regained his confidence, and he said, looking ahead.

"Why are you holding me back?"

The voice was silent for a moment, then replied.

"Aren't you curious about who I am until I decide if I want to tell you why I'm stopping you?"

"Since you have wasted so much effort to pull me into this space, you either want to kill me, or you are afraid that I will kill you. And no matter which of these two is the answer, you don't seem to tell me your name. Isn't it?" said the mage, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Well, interesting idea. Is it all these clever things that have made it all this far? It seems that your teacher didn't teach you the way you should think as a spell caster. For example, don't try to parse other people's spatial makeup. As he finished saying this, Cheese's face turned pale, not because his intention to delay time was revealed, but because he had received a strong backlash when he tried to understand the black and white world when he had just spoken to this voice.

"My teacher only told me not to be polite to someone who came with hostility. If he dares to talk to you, break the bridge of his nose with his fist. ”

"It's a violent way of thinking. It's hard for me to imagine a mage who would hand over an apprentice like you. You look more like those mortals fiddling with iron tools, without the pride and reserve of the caster at all. ”

"The pride of the caster? I can't understand what to be proud of being able to cast spells, it seems to me that it's just our specialty. But it looks like you're pretty confident in your spells, so I'm looking forward to your next look. After trying to unravel the anomalous space in a gentle way, Cheese realized that the other party was far more prepared than he had imagined. The only way to break through here in a short period of time is to use extreme violent means. It just so happened that he did know what to do.

I saw that an indescribable look began to appear in Cheese's eyes, but this time it was much weaker than in the fire, but if someone stared into his eyes, I am afraid that he would still end up in a coma. In this state, the mage raised his right hand slightly, drew a strange pattern in the air in front of him with his index finger, and then struck the center of the pattern with his left hand at great speed.

The sound of "Zizi Zi Zi ......" came from the place where Cheese's left fist had hit, and tiny cracks appeared in the original black and white world, and an indescribable mist flashed out of these cracks.

"No, what did you do! You ......" This time, the voice had a clear emotional swing. And with the other party's unfinished words, the black and white world quickly returned to the proportions of the original world, and the color of things began to recover quickly from the feet of cheese.

Looking at the scenery that had changed back to its original state, Cheese knew that this time the other party had fled.

"What a shrewd guy. If he had hesitated for a few seconds, the space would have collapsed completely. "Although I didn't get the results I expected. But this little temptation made Cheese realize that his enemies didn't seem to be as strong as he thought. Although the mage was forced to use a little of his hole cards in the face of the opponent's means, he thought it was worth it to be able to quickly escape from that abnormal world. And since the other party did not hesitate to take action to slow down the mage's speed, Cheese also had reason to believe that no matter what things or people were in that two-story building, they must not want the other party to let him know.