When Dylan entered the city, he walked along the city boulevard for about twenty minutes until he reached a shopping street.

He couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the stalls on both sides of the business and the bustling crowd.

"The nights in London are lonely and cold, but they are nowhere near as lively as Spanish cities. The only pity is that the city is too dirty. ”

As a pioneer colonial city, the entire focus of the city of Andula was on security and commerce. Therefore, the environmental sanitation in the city is a little worse.

For people who live in this era, such an environment is nothing, but Dylan finds it difficult to accept.

Dylan carefully avoided the foul puddles on the streets and the foul-smelling excrement that kept coming out, and kept walking in the direction of the southern city.

Just five hundred meters away from the end of the commercial street, I burrowed into a small alley in the middle of nowhere. Compared with the dirty mess outside, the sanitary conditions in this alley are much better.

However, the people who live in this alley are not dignitaries.

Anyone who comes to Andullah for the first time will not know that it belongs to the slums of Andullah.

Unlike other cities, the slums of Andullah are populated by pioneers, guards, widows and children who have lost their men while traveling.

Because of their physical disabilities and lack of the armed and technological means to ensure their own survival, these people are confined to the fringes of the city, doing dirty work that others do not want to do to make ends meet.

Dylan stopped in front of a sturdy earthen room and asked into the void, "This is your house?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air behind Dylan began to ripple. Then, Paula's stray hair slowly emerged from the ripples.

"I have three residences in the city of Andura, and this is the safest place to live. ”

Paula smiled and said, "In this house, there is a magic array of illusion forms that even I can't crack. No one can enter this house without a house key. ”

As she spoke, Paula took out a golden key from her bosom and opened the door.

"Master, please see, this is the illusion form magic array I arranged. ”

Dylan looked in the direction of Paula's finger, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face: "You set up the magic array quite well, and even caught prey for you." ”

Paula looked inside when she heard this, and the smile on her face froze.

It turned out that on the walls of this room, there were actually seven Hispanic men embedded.

Their limbs and bodies were buried in the wall, leaving only a stiff face exposed. Only by their slightly open nostrils and their breathing was so weak that they could barely tell that these people were still alive.

In ancient Greek mythology, Medea offered a golden crown and a robe to the princess.

She cast her magic on two objects, causing the person wearing the golden crown to be burned in flames, and the person wearing the robe to be replaced by a pool of blood.

The concealment of this magical ability has even been concealed from all the mages in the palace. So much so that the tragic death of the princess, and the many tragedies that happened later.

When Medea's magic was passed down, descendants extended this unique form of magic based on this ability to seal magic in objects.

This kind of magic can not only be sealed in any object, but also overlap living things with living things and dead things.

It's just that how these people got into the room is really a bit puzzling.

Dylan closed them when he entered the room, and an imperceptible wave of elemental fluctuations flashed in the room.

Paula waved her hand and emitted a purple magical aura, and the seven Spanish men were instantly freed from the wall.

As soon as they fell to the ground, they seemed to have come out of the fog and came to their senses.

One of the stocky Spaniards was the first to regain his senses, he raised his head, glanced at his surroundings, and immediately began to yell and scream.

"Who are you, and how am I here?"

Then, everyone else quickly came to their senses.

"What kind of place is this······ ？”

"What happened?"

"Huck, wake up. Smack!"

"Lanzarote! Why are you hitting me? Wait, what kind of place is this. ”

Dylan looked at the noisy men with an unhappy expression on his face.

"You're so noisy!" Dylan stomped the ground with his right foot, and the floor of the room shook immediately.

Several Spanish men trembled, fell to the ground with a pop, and then hugged their feet and screamed loudly.

It was only after the blow that these rough men remembered some of the previous events.

"Oh my God! A tall man with pigtails shouted, "We're here to steal things, and we're sucked into the walls when we enter the room." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Lanzarote!" interrupted the fat man who woke up first, "how can a person be sucked into the wall. You must be drowsy. ”

Another person spoke up, "No, boss. We are indeed sucked into the wall. ”

"Yes, yes·····. ”

"I remembered, too. Cowen, have you forgotten?"

Corvin thought about it carefully, his face immediately turned pale, and he finally remembered what had happened before.

"I remember, when we came to the south of the city after drinking, Cowen said that the house was going to be demolished. ”

"At that time, I also advised you that it was too much trouble to demolish the house. You just stop. ”

"This is the witch's house, this is really the witch's house!"

"We shouldn't have come here to steal. ”

"Cowen, you killed me this time. ”

"It's all your fault, otherwise we're still drinking. ”

"It's all your fault·······. ”

The crowd was gossiping, and they counted Kewen all over the place.

With a look of horror on his face, Huck crawled up to Cowen and yelled, "Cowen, what do you say now?" I said, this is the witch's room. But you don't believe it. ”

"Shut up, do you want to be killed by me!" Cowen began to get angry when he heard too much of the accusations from the crowd.

He staggered to his feet, then grabbed Huck by the collar. With a mouth, he was full of spitting stars.

"Who are you talking to? Do you remember who I am?"

Huck has always been timid, and when he is yelled at by Cowen, he immediately turns into a quail again. But the others weren't as timid as Huck. They put Cowen in the middle, and then it was time for all sorts of classic Spanish curse-calling battles to play.

Corwin's face turned red as he listened, but Paula and Dylan just wanted to laugh.

When these people sobered up, they did not run away or beg for mercy, but even complained to each other at first.

Don't they know where they are now?