So how did it happen? Was the death in the royal castle of the Blue Lion royal capital an assassination, or was it the whim of a powerful wizard?Did Roland really meet his old friend in that dimly lit living room, and if so, did Clark deliberately omit details that he didn't think the magician needed to know? These questions, and the questions they raise, may not be answered for the time being. And since the only person who has experienced this in its entirety is the most powerful wizard in the world, unless he is willing to tell this story in front of everyone, the chances of this mystery continuing forever are very high.

But what does it matter, at the end of the day, it's just a king. It won't take hundreds of years, just a generation, and no one will talk about this unsolved case anymore. Even if the Grey Lion had been destroyed by the severance of the Horn family's bloodline, it would have faded and faded in people's memories until some idle scholar began to study this history. Besides, even now, there are many people who don't care about the king's life or death, for example, the squad that is preparing to enter the unknown danger under Vale.

It is not difficult to find the entrance to enter the underground network constructed by the nezumi, not to mention the two of the Blood Lion Master and Servant, the extraordinary insight of Kalus and the survey of the environment by the Networm are enough for the team to find a suitable breakthrough point. With the lessons learned from last time, they chose a passage this time that didn't seem to have been infested by the witch's giant insects. As a result, the crypt was too small for most of the team to pass through with only enough lean mice.

But the presence of the wizard was enough to solve this small difficulty. The Raven pulled out a small piece of metal with a strange pattern from his gray robe, and the Demon Spawn recognized it as a part of the Heart of the Darkness the moment he saw it. The metal belonging to the Mother of the Crypt took on a new role in the hands of the Spellcaster, and when the Grey Robe waved towards the Crypt with the hand holding the orb, the walls of the underground tunnel seemed to come to life, and they retreated respectfully and silently, turning the narrow passage enough for people to bow down the corridor.

"Is that thing safe in your hand?" Having fought with the Mother of the Crypt and her cultists, Krus was justifiably uneasy about what the wizard was doing now.

The crow spun the metal ball in his fingertips with a contemptuous smile on his face, "Out of control, part of God is just a tool." You ask if the knife is safe? I just know that as long as it's there, we'll have a lot more ease on our way. ”

The Demon Spawn didn't say anything more, it wasn't that he didn't believe in the Spellcaster's abilities, but for people who didn't know magic, this kind of behavior was not safe. But there was no better way to do it at the moment, so Krus had to raise his guard and lead the way into the expanded crypt. Compared to his reaction, Bakham and the webworm had only really seen the wizard's methods for the first time, and they didn't know the origin of the metal ball in the crow's hand, which in their eyes was the work of the spellcaster. Kiri was surprisingly quiet this time, she didn't show any interest in the object in the crow's hand, and the witch's natural instincts told her that it was better not to fall into her own hands.

"We need a light source, and the restrictions on me and this lady are too great underground. The chief knight said as he walked past the grey-robed side, referring to the lady he meant by the networm. Whether it's a blood lion or a mercenary, as normal humans, they can't fight in the lightless underground.

"No, we don't need a light source, we need eyes that can see through the darkness. The cursed crow pulled his staff from his cuff and lightly hit Leon's eyebrows with the six-winged crow at the top, a faint red light flashed, and when the blood lion opened his eyes again, a strange red pattern appeared in his pupils, "Now, you and I are connected." ”

The mercenary stood by when the wizard cast spells on the knight, and she was somewhat resistant to this method of gaining dark vision. Everyone has secrets, and wizards are the ones most likely to learn about them through abnormal means. But there was no reason why she should not let the crow cast a spell on her, so she reluctantly closed her eyes to the crow's staff.

"Ding!" a burning sensation came from the skin on his chest, and a crisp sound came from between the beak of the six-winged crow and the mercenary's forehead. The networm subconsciously took a few steps back, ignoring the men around her, and unbuttoned the collar of her blouse, desperate to know what was heating up. The silver-white snowflake amulet turned red at this time, and it was firmly attached to the mercenary's body as if it had been welded to death, unless the networm was willing to remove it along with the skin underneath, I am afraid that it would not be able to take the amulet off from that position until it cooled down.

"Chill Iron?" the crow's expression was like seeing a piece of shit, and he hurriedly withdrew his staff and distanced himself from the mercenary. Such a small piece of cold iron naturally can't hurt a wizard, but they are used to the feeling of magic lingering, and all spellcasters don't like to get too close to metal.

"Take it down!" After several failed attempts, the webworm shouted at the wizard in a bit of a panic, she was terrified by the amulet.

"Calm down. The Raven raised his hand to signal that the others were nothing to fuss about. Then he handed the staff to Bakham to hold, he seemed to confuse the servant with the attendant, and the sorcerer leaned over to carefully examine the amulet on the mercenary's chest, he didn't know much about the metal, mainly because the properties of cold iron doomed wizards to use it. Qili also came over curiously at this time, she had already heard of this magical metal, but as a port ruled by witches, Hantie would never be allowed to appear in Heartless Bay.

"Ahem, Mr. Crow, wouldn't you be okay if Miss Lin knew?" Perhaps the wizard had been staring at it for too long, Leon coughed twice in embarrassment, and reminded. Although the networm's breasts were not obvious, she was a woman, and the magician stared at her for a long time, which was too unseemly in the eyes of others, even if there was a reason.

The wizard pursed his lips, he didn't mean that, with the ability of the curse crow, if he had thoughts about the opposite sex, he could use various methods to satisfy his desires in this regard. Still, he took his gaze back, without him, just because the observation was done. "There's nothing to worry about, the amulet is a reaction to the spell I cast on you, and you can take it down after a while when it cools down. No matter what kind of spell it is, it will be rejected by all, this is Cold Iron. As for this amulet, it was given to you by Cheese. ”

"He gave it to me on the city walls, and was supposed to provide some protection when I entered the city. The networm nodded, and naturally said the origin and original purpose of the amulet.

"I think so. He is the only one who will use cold iron products in the entire Gray Tower. The sorcerer retrieved his staff, and he glanced at Kiri as she tried to reach out and touch the amulet, "If I were you, I wouldn't touch it." Not only does cold iron resist magic, it dissolves magic, you know what I mean. The witch immediately withdrew her fingers, she didn't want to be so inexplicably removed from her protection.

"Interesting metal. The Knight Captain rubbed his chin and commented, as a warrior, Leon realized that the presence of Cold Iron might provide a soldier with armor-like protection against magical enemies. If everyone had a piece of this talisman at the time of that war, there would probably be a lot less deaths, he couldn't help but think. The memories evoked by the Green Sons made the Blood Lion can't help but think back to what he had buried deeply.

"Not to mention the extremely unstable reserves of cold iron itself, a metal as hard as an alloy made by the dwarves. Its frighteningly high melting point makes it difficult to smelt and shape. As far as I know, there are only two such amulet cheeses, and he asked for them from our teacher for experiments. The wizard tapped his staff and said.

"Then let's do it first, and I'll cast a spell on you when I can take down your amulet. Now, we don't have time to waste any more. ”