Suddenly, the space began to ripple in circles without warning, rippling like ripples.

Sieg only felt that the world was spinning, and his body lost control for a moment. It was as if a huge black mouth was devouring him, and the huge mouth covered all the dead corners, and in an instant, he shrouded Sig in darkness.

"Damn, what kind of place is this!" Seeger found himself in a field of rape flowers when he opened his eyes again.

Rape flowers bloom all over the mountains, full of the fragrance of the fields, full of the breath of spring.

A few small voices rang through a bush in front of him, reaching Sig's ears.

"The knight lord has returned from a battle outside, and has brought a lot of sumptuous food, everyone hurry back, there is a big meal to eat. ”

"Thanks to the great Lord of Gluttony, we should be able to eat a full meal this time. ”

"I haven't eaten meat in a long time, and I've almost forgotten the taste of meat"

“......”

The voices of men and women, becoming clearer and clearer, seemed to be walking towards this direction.

Sieg also noticed at this moment that at the end of the rape flower, there seemed to be smoke rising from the flowers, which was a place where there were people.

At this moment, a pair of men and women were talking to each other, and the men were wearing ordinary crop clothes and tied up their trouser legs. The woman wore a turban and carried a basket in her arm.

When Sig saw these people, he was stunned at first sight.

"These people...... It's the people in the oil painting!" These farmers in front of him, one by one, are not the images in the huge oil painting, and when they think of the rape flowers all over the mountains, a thought also flashed through Sig's mind.

Don't...... Am I engulfed in this painting?

The men and women on the opposite side were also slightly stunned when they saw Sig, and then one of them boldly walked over and asked, "Outlander?"

Sieg looked at them strangely, but didn't speak.

These people, you look at me, I look at you, and then suddenly they all grinned strangely: "I didn't expect to meet a small dish here, just enough to be appetizing." ”

These people laughed, the corners of their mouths cracked, and they bent all the way to the base of their ears on their faces, revealing a large mouth with sharp and small teeth in it, glowing with a cold light.

"Quack, I'm already hungry, so I'll take you to appetize. A strong man who couldn't help but walked out at once, and he stared greedily at Sigur, as if he had seen some delicious food.

"Stand still, let me take a bite and try the taste. The man's tone of voice was tinged with a characteristic hypnotic sound, as if he was giving some irresistible order.

The other people watching around also looked salivating and secretly swallowed their saliva.

Sieg looked at these 'people' and laughed happily.

"What a lot of evil spirits!" Sieg's eyes flashed with a strange light, "I don't know how much my bloodline can be purified." ”

As soon as these people approached, he felt that a strong aura of evil spirits was approaching......

In the reception hall of the Viscount's Palace, it was quiet at the moment.

A somewhat obese figure flashed and appeared on the couch in the hall. Naturally, he sat down, pulled out a cigar and lit it, staring at the huge oil painting directly in front of him.

If Sieg and the others were present, I am afraid that they would immediately recognize each other, and it was Viscount Nalimbatten...... No, it should be Viscount Quincy!

"Great Lord Pahlavi, are you satisfied with the tribute this time?" Quincy said lightly with a few puffs of mist.

At this moment, a strange scene happened, on the huge oil painting, a hideous grimace suddenly appeared, and he opened his mouth and said: "There are a total of five zero-level magicians in this tribute, quack quack, the taste is strong enough, I am very satisfied." ”

Grimace spoke, and licked his tongue humanely.

"Then can we fulfill our contract......" Quincy said as she sat up straight and stared at each other solemnly.

"Quack, don't worry, I need more energy than that, you need at least a little more sacrifice to be a living being, preferably a strong bloodliner. The grimace in the painting said greedily.

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Viscount Quincy patted the sofa beside him, and said with a hideous face: "Lord Pahlavi, I have taken a great risk this time to coax the Guardsmen of the Wilden family in, so that I can gather five bloodline people to sacrifice to you." Although these apprentices with foreign surnames will not be too distressed even if they disappear from the Wilden family, too often will sooner or later attract their attention, and if a first-level magician comes over at that time, you and I will not want to leave alive. ”

"Oh~ My little Quincy, don't be so excited, you have something to say. The grimace smiled and said, "You know how difficult it is to get a dead person from the underworld." Not to mention me, even if it was my boss, the powerful Flame Demon Commander, it would take a lot of mental power. ”

"How much is missing?" Quincy said with a gloomy face, "I sacrificed all the mortals in this manor to you, is it enough?"

"No, no, no. Little friend Quincy, you must know that only those inferior demons covet the abilities of mortals, and as a great poisonous fire demon, I want the tribute of pure bloodline people even more. ”

Quincy looked at each other and fell silent for a while.

"Well, I'll take another risk, this is the last time!" Quincy finally gritted his teeth.

"Little friend Quincy, I appreciate your courage, if you were my subordinate, I would definitely swallow you as soon as possible, after all, it is too dangerous to have such a capable subordinate as you, quack. There was a hoarse laugh from the painting.

The laughter echoed for a long time, and soon the reception hall fell silent again, and the huge oil painting returned to normal, but the picture in it changed again, and there were a few more figures inside.

Quincy sat alone on the couch, her face buried in her hands.

At this time, a small figure obediently walked up to him and pulled his clothes.

"Barbara. Quincy looked up to see her daughter and took her into her arms.

"Dad, I miss Mom. Barbara whispered.

"Don't worry, mom is coming back soon, it's almost ......" Quincy comforted as she touched her daughter's head, and a look of determination flashed in her eyes.

If he can pull his dead daughter back from the underworld, he will definitely be able to resurrect his beloved wife. For this, Quincy is capable of doing anything crazy, any!

That same night, a distress letter was sent to the headquarters of the Guards again, saying that all of Rowell's team had mysteriously disappeared, and that they had again requested assistance from the Guards Legion.

If nothing else, in a few days, a new team of Mystics will soon be here.