"Your Excellency...... Yes, yes, that old man must have a way......" Al also rubbed his head with the same inexplicable swelling pain, and his breathing began to become rapid.

"Go quickly, the Bishop shouldn't have gone out yet, and I won't go with you like this." ”

Before the Round-Faced Knight could finish speaking, Al had already staggered away, and then luckily stopped the Bishop who was about to leave the First House of Judges.

The false knight's dejected appearance made Wen Keduo frown, he dismissed several of the ruling knights on the left and right of the guard, and invited the false knight into his room, asking carefully, and comforting him.

However, unfortunately, the serf did not get the expected answer, the so-called positive and negative, luck with the unfortunate prefix is obviously a misfortune, if the two did not meet, maybe he will still retain a trace of hope, but now......

This is a kind of curse spell, and the specific name is only known to the person who has the spell, of course, the problem now is not to guess the final effect according to the name, so it doesn't matter what the name is, the key is that the curse must be dispeld, otherwise the recipient will be cannibalized day by day, and finally forced to pay a high price to set off and interpret the power of the spell.

Even if he relied on the Holy Healing Technique to fight it, the yellow glimmer would become more and more powerless.

Both the curse and the dispel are extremely far away from the city of Luolong and even the kingdom of Allet, the former has not been mentioned for a long time, and the awakened who can control the dispersal technique...... Ruth-Royce's Imperial City could be used, but no one knew what was going on with the unheard neighbors.

Of course, the world is changing, and the fact that many previously uncontrollable magic has begun to descend on the present world is the most powerful proof that Luolong City is so large and densely populated, maybe there are people among them who can use dispel spells but don't know it? or the lucky ones who have newly awakened, or the bodies of the original uncursed awakened have changed.

As long as such a person can be found, no matter how powerful the curse is, it is just a matter of waving his hand.

Although there are no dispersal spells on Hamoni's side, there may be one on the Secret Tower and the Svanti Academy, and then show them to those uncursed awakened ones, maybe someone can use them.

In addition, in a few days, two King's Shield Knights, mainly composed of uncursed awakened people, will arrive in Luolong City, and there will definitely be guys who can use dispel spells, in short, there is a good chance of solving it.

The Bishop seemed to be convinced of this, but the serfs could not accept this result.

"No...... No, no, no!!" Al pushed away the old man who was holding him, and staggered to the ground, "You lie! You lie!!!How could I rot, how could I rot like this!! impossible!!"

The false knight collapsed, snot and tears instantly turned into a blur, and the smile that the Lord Bishop had tried so hard to maintain gradually collapsed, except that he had not opened his eyes and said nonsense, he had racked his brains to speak on the good side.

"It's all liars...... Everybody's mouth is full of lies! Damn it, you!......"

The noise drew several adjudicator knights waiting outside, who pushed the door open in a panic, and set aside the bishop, who had cautiously approached the false knight, for fear that the fellow who was sitting on the ground and splattered his brain would do something irreparable.

Although the hole in the top of the library building was filled, the traces could not be completely erased.

The Adjudicator Knights cast their guard on the False Knight, and their gaze became the best guide, leading to the monstrous resentment and anger of the Desperate, and the False Knight's bloodshot eyes made everyone present shudder.

This guy who is slumped on the ground...... Probably has become a mad dog who wants to bite everything and drag the other party to hell with him!

They tried to get the Bishop out of the place, but this angered Winktor, who had seen the kind, enlightened old man with his beard for the first time since becoming Templars.

A roar resounded throughout the first chamber of adjudication, and the true knights, full of worry and reluctance, were blasted out.

"Get out! No one is allowed to come in without my permission!!"

"But—"

"No, but!"

When the door was closed again, the bishop stroked his chest and turned his head to face the serf, but the scene before him made him shudder, and the words of comfort that had just been brewed turned into a short exclamation.

"No!!"

The serf's clothes moved without wind, his hair was flying, his left hand was raised flat in front of him, and his right hand, which was holding a swarthy dagger, was raised above the top, and his face was so full of secretions that it was difficult to distinguish his facial features.

At a glance, Bishop Harmony Haji, who was already in his twilight years, understood the young man's crazy thoughts, and recognized what the strangely shaped dagger was, and if it was to swing down......

That despair will only get more desperate, and madness will definitely only get more crazy.

He followed his exclamations and threw down the serfs without hesitation.

In the confusion, the black blade slashed across the old man's cheek, and if it grew a little longer, it would have shaved off his left ear, instead of swinging it into the air with a single blow, and it would have sunk into the brick floor.

"I'm old. With a sigh in his heart, Winktor and the fake knight slid for a short while, and then banged into the base of the wall together.

As soon as the old man and the young man stopped, the serf howled and fluttered with all his strength, and the old bishop could not beat him, and he was swept aside in three or two strokes, and fell to the ground, and the serf rolled and crawled to the black blade inserted in the ground, as if he was determined to chop off his left hand!

During the process, the adjudicator knights outside the house were visibly worried, and kept shouting, "Lord Bishop!", "What's going on!", "Let's go inside!", "Al, don't mess around!......

As a result, he was naturally stopped by the anxious Wen Keduo.

The old bishop has found the answer to that curious question today - what does the Blood Falcon rely on to rush into the werewolf pile and kill three in and three out in the melee?

Courage alone is certainly not enough, but if you add an artifact, it is a bit modest to say that it is more than enough.

In the event of a clash between the Ruling Knights and the False Knights, who have almost lost their minds, the ice slag will freeze the restless hearts of the moment, and the blood will inevitably stain every corner of the room.

Seeing that the serf pulled out the black blade and assumed that posture again, the breeze was light, the hair was flying, and the old bishop, who had just turned over from the ground, did not care too much, and shouted hoarsely, "No! will be transferred!

In the next moment, the black blade, which was so fast that it had lost its tracks, reappeared, and it was stuck in the serf's left forearm, and two fingers down, the ulna would be severed, and the dagger wield trembled all over, his teeth creaked, and he gasped as if he was about to suffocate from oxygen, and the mixed snot was blown into a large and small snot bubble.

Wen Keduo held his breath, his eyes widened, and after a long time, he quietly changed his breath, and his voice was also very low, as if he was afraid of alarming the black blade, causing it to completely tear apart the remaining trace of reason in the serf's heart.

"Curses are not applied to a certain part of the body, there are many examples of this in the books in the library, if you don't believe it, let's go check it out, go and see, Ang?

Put it away, as long as you live, as long as you don't give up, you won't lose, and you'll find a solution eventually......"

The old man spoke earnestly, and said a lot, until he was unable to hold on to his heart, and the serf finally let go of the sharp object in his hand, leaned up and wept bitterly, and the breeze disappeared, and the black blade was stuck on his arm and hung to one side.

"It's useless...... I'm going to rot, I'm going to die with the stench, I'm going to burn into black smoke, I'm going to stain the blue sky......"

"Child, you should be optimistic, just imagine, there are so many people in the world, but there is only one woodland rose, and she just met you, isn't this chance less than finding the awakened person who can dispel the technique-"

The serf suddenly turned his head and glared, and roared again, "Shut up, don't mention her!!, don't mention !!"

The old bishop raised his hands in front of him, and made a gesture of reassurance in amazement, but the serf roared more and more vigorously, and as he roared, he also vented something vaguely.

"You're all liars! Why! Why are you......

This is fate, I'm just a superfluous one, the mission is so noble, how can everyone have a share, people who have no meaning to live are superfluous, why should superfluous people live?......

But I don't want to die, I jumped out of that place, I haven't tasted many ups and downs, I haven't felt much gentle wind and drizzle, I haven't seen the picturesque scenery of this world, I haven't figured out the meaning of life, I haven't sorted out these thousands of things......

I want to live, and I want to live longer than anyone else, even if the rot spreads to the heart......

Oh yes, it's just a dream, I'm going to sleep, yes, I'm going to sleep, and when I wake up, I wet the foul-smelling straw mat, and I push the door open, and I'm still waiting outside with sickles and wheat fields......

Otherwise, I'd better wake up in the tree, and I'll not be clever anymore, I promise......"

I don't know what I thought, the serf suddenly laughed, smiled and put away the storm, got up and opened the door, the old bishop stretched out his hand and opened his mouth, but the breath he inhaled back could not be exhaled for a long time, the ruling knights outside the door were like great enemies, and after confirming that the bishop was okay, they watched the lost serf leave the first court of judgment.

......

Al didn't know how he got back to the Third Court, how he shrunk into the quilt, he didn't know how the wound on his arm was healing, he didn't know if it was day or night, so he just shrunk into a ball, brought the painless mark of his left hand to his nose, and sniffed vigorously, as if trying to hint and deceive himself with his gradually paralyzed sense of smell.

He kept yawning, but he couldn't sleep for a while, and all he thought about was the people next door.

The dizziness made the sweet once seem to become a fantasy, and his consciousness wandered through the memory fragments that were replayed over and over again, unable to distinguish between the true and the false, and could not feel the cold and the heat.

Suddenly, there was a crisp slap outside, followed by Selapel's angry shouts, as if it was "obscene!" or something, so the serf's consciousness was pulled back to reality, and he remembered that he had just met Selapel and Fein outside, and the two were still like that, with hot faces and cold butts.

How can this woman slap someone when she has received such valuable things? It's unreasonable!

The Viscount is also good-tempered, and if he were someone else, he would have been served with sacks, ropes, and divine oil.

And then it seems that he met the mentally depressed Teddy before, and the guy used another round of holy healing, as if he had said something, it should be comforting.

The serf thought about it, reality and fantasy converged again, and in a daze, there seemed to be a knock on the door, and he opened the door with his groggy head, but there was no one outside the door.

"Who else?"

He couldn't help laughing at himself, Miranda had been scared away, and it was estimated that even if she happened to meet in the future, the little girl would turn her head away and take a detour, and it would be impossible for Séla Pel to be bullied again.

I hope you're all doing well.

It's all good.

But why is it so dark around, is it only a while, and it's getting dark?

There was a clock in the aisle of the third courtyard, and the serf walked over to look at it, and then was astonished to find that it was actually morning! The sky was particularly dark today, but it was obviously cloudy, not that night was coming!

He raised his left arm and rolled up his sleeve to take a look, and the mark unexpectedly rotted again into a piece the size of a camphor leaf, and the marks of similar size were almost all over the body, the highest one had rotted to the side of the neck, very close to the carotid artery, if the rot was more serious, maybe the violently beating heart in his chest would pump blood directly from the side neck.

It's true, everything is real, it's not a dream, and when he wakes up, he doesn't go back to that manor where the steward is evil and the maid is filthy.

The serf fled back to the room, gently closing the door panel so as not to wake up the sleeping gold diggers next door, and then vented all the frustration in his heart.

If the curse is related to dysfunctional sleep, then this is actually the case...... Is it in ...... He couldn't remember exactly when his sleep had started to go wrong.

He couldn't restrain himself from rewriting his memories, fantasizing about whether he would choose different options when faced with the previous choices, and then the curse would not appear, while ruling out who the vicious spellcaster was!

Sadly, time cannot be reversed, and there is no precedent to prove any necessary connection between the caster and the awakened who can dispel the spell.

Then he lay and lay and knelt and knelt, and thought about it, and in the midst of extreme resistance, he half-pushed and half-accepted two facts, first, if he wanted to buy more time to think, he had to go to Teddy first, and now, immediately, and immediately.

Second...... It's time for him to pull out slowly.