What to fight for, the question does not seem to be difficult to answer. If the person asked this question was Cheese, the mage would probably be able to respond quickly to the Hammer Duke without even thinking about it. After all, for Cheese who is in contact with the human world for the first time, even though there are many things in this world that he doesn't like, there are still many people and things that he is willing to fight for.

But the crow is not cheese. For the sorcerer, he had seen too many human capitals, whether it was the Greylion or other nations, and he was disappointed by these so-called kingdoms and their rulers. As a spellcaster with far more than ordinary people know, Curse Crow didn't have an aversion to communicating with people in the first place, and he once had the same idea as Cheese, hoping to use his knowledge to help some innocent people.

Unfortunately, compared to Cheese, Raven sees more of the dark side of human nature. The crazy part of this humanity makes the Raven realize one thing—freedom without shackles, when one's will can be unconstrained by morality, law, honor, and so on, and when one can measure the world by one's own moral standards, no one can tell whether that person is a saint or a madman.

And this is the current curse crow. So the questions that Cheese can answer, he can't answer.

But it wasn't a big deal, the sorcerer just had to casually find one of the countless high-sounding reasons to match his excellent acting skills, and he believed that he would be able to hide from the dwarf in front of him, and in just a moment, he made up a whole set of words. However, when the Raven looked into the eyes of the Hammer Grand Duke and tried to speak, he realized that there was no point. Silence was the only thing he could do at this time.

"That's your answer?" said the dwarf, draining the glass from his glass, to the Raven. Judging by his expression, the Grand Duke of Hammer seemed disappointed by the sorcerer's silence. Spellcasters are such a group of people who only care about the mysteries of the void, and do not care about the lives of other beings in the world, and no matter how beautiful their slogans may be, their true colors are often selfish and disgusting.

The crow was silent, because he really couldn't find an answer that he couldn't convince, and from the beginning to the end, the reason why this wizard dared to participate in this incident. Perhaps there is only one reason for this, because now is not the time of his death. Under this premise, the sorcerer has nothing to worry about, and he can do whatever he wants. But this obviously cannot be a reason to convince others.

"Oh, wizard. The Hammer Lord shook his head and said sarcastically, "Perhaps you are much more powerful than Wall, or perhaps you can create a more terrible calamity than the plague before us." But those powers don't help you recognize reality. You keep saying that everything is for the truth, but you can't even recognize your own thoughts. Get out of this kingdom, it's not your war. ”

The Raven didn't know how he had left Hammer Keep, and it was only when the sun outside the castle hit his face that the grey-robed robe came to his senses from the dwarf's words. But the ensuing questions left his mind in a mess.

"What am I after?" the sorcerer whispered to himself. From a young age, he has been in an almost blind pursuit of knowledge and truth, for which the Raven has paid a huge price. But is this knowledge really what you want? or is it just being forced to influence the choices you make naturally in an environment like the Gray Tower? Raven struggled to find a way through his complex thoughts, but he couldn't calm his mind.

Just then, a voice came from not far away from the sorcerer.

"Mr. Deep, have you already met the Grand Duke?" asked Lynn, dressed in a white dress, as she walked up to the Cursed Crow's side with concern. Originally, she didn't have to wait here, but this girl still came here, waiting for the sorcerer to come out.

In normal times, the Curse Raven might have had a casual conversation with Rin, but now, he was not in the mood at all. The sorcerer walked straight to his carriage, which was also waiting for him by the captain of the Molten Iron City Garrison. The young man was very excited, believing that with his recommendation, the legendary gray-robed wizard would be able to make a deal with the Grand Duke, and his name would be sung by the bards.

Unfortunately, if Cursed Crow just didn't want to talk to Lilin right now, then he didn't want to see the person who had helped him make this meeting happen. And the Spellcaster's did. With a slight gesture of the Cursed Crow towards the other party, the Captain of the Guard, who was already affected by the Spellcaster's magical power, instantly fell silent. Like a silent puppet, he opened the carriage door for the raven, and watched the latter ride away with Lynn. It wasn't until the carriage had disappeared around the corner that he regained consciousness.

"You don't look very happy. In the carriage, Lynn said carefully, and anyone could tell that Mr. Deepe was in a very bad mood at this time. And this situation is mostly related to his meeting with the Grand Duke of Hammer just now.

"Did the Grand Duke make you angry?" the former maid tried to get the crow to speak, and her years of experience in serving people had taught her that many troubles were much easier to talk about. And she hadn't noticed that in her tone she had faintly placed the Hammer Duke behind Dip, and it was hard to imagine that this was the words of a lord loyal to the Hammer.

But Lynn's worries were completely unnecessary. The current Raven would not answer any of her questions, and the extreme confusion had caused the sorcerer's mind to be highly focused, and in this almost meditative state, any slight external stimuli were magnified countless times over. Lynn's concerns had long since turned into meaningless noise after they had been amplified and distorted countless times.

The situation was exacerbated by the downtown area of the Molten Iron City, where the carriage was passing at this time, and in the streets outside the carriage, countless voices converged into an unimaginable wave to completely engulf the cursed crows. Thoughts that were already incomprehensible became even more chaotic.

"Quiet!" Finally, the unbearable crow roared in a low voice. And with this magical roar, an invisible wind burst out around the sorcerer. All those affected by the wind stopped talking, though they didn't know why. The originally noisy downtown quickly quieted down with the crow's carriage as the center. No one spoke anymore, and even the birds flying in the air did not dare to chirp under the oppression of the magic.

Only the sound of the horse's hooves of the carriage was still unaffected, and the sound of "da-da" was so crisp.