"Most of these things have been destroyed, and they are not of a high level. ”

The bespectacled mage stood in front of the dusty shelf, looking with little interest at the dusty tattered object on the shelf in front of him—a cup, and behind this shelf, rows of shelves neatly arranged in the spacious room.

Downs was a little discouraged, he didn't want to follow his companion to continue wasting time in such an unquestionable place, and it seemed that it would take a long time, or rather a long time, to inspect the room.

It's better to go to the hall to eat, chat, and play cards.

"Hmm. His companion continued his work meticulously.

"Until now, we have not seen anything coming from Thras, nor the statues of the Upper Councillors. These outsiders are clearly trying to pamper us, and they always refuse to open up the back space to us - hey, Joe, are you listening to me?"

"The sooner you get the job done, the quicker you can rest. His companion moved towards his next goal, with a wooden face: "The things in the back will also be open when the time comes, don't worry, and it's useless if you are in a hurry, you are not a councilor." ”

Frustrated, Downs withdrew his gaze from his companion and refocused his gaze on the dusty tattered cup in front of him, he blew on it, and coughed in the dust.

......

The lower space of the castle is now also beginning to have mages patrolling here, since the barrier has isolated some of the possessed, these possessors who can only be suffocated in the castle have basically chosen to move towards the strange period, and those who are not capable will keep a calm face all day long, wandering around the castle every day with nothing to do, wasting their remaining lives.

Ning Yue never returned here, which made most of the possessors feel as if they had been abandoned.

If the castle were to re-energize into the black mist, it might be a good thing for these people.

But for the possessed now, it seems that this is the end of the journey, the last beautiful world in the apocalypse—the world that they have been denied entry.

The possessed could get out of control at any time, and some of them had already lost control, and the leader of the outsiders who remained in the castle was just dull in his room, unwilling to take care of things, and after a councillor who had visited the area had spoken with the leader, who was also a councillor, she agreed to most of the powers that the mages could exercise here.

Most of the people who are active in this castle are mages.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Bob always felt that the air in the middle and lower spaces of this castle made people feel unusually dull and damp, and the surrounding walls were not specially decorated, these rough, just like the style of the walls made of simple stones, plus the not very wide passage also made him a little uncomfortable.

The sound of footsteps was clearly audible here, mixed with the sound of his own breathing. No one comes here when they have nothing to do, the graveyard of desperate outsiders.

Bob didn't know if it was a ritual or something else, but whenever a possessed person came here, it seemed like their life was coming to an end, to be devoured by a monster from the black mist.

Then they had to suppress or destroy the monsters that had devoured the outsiders, and it would take a lot of effort - and there would be casualties.

Bob had participated once, but he didn't want to do it a second time, and the monster's disgusting appearance still appears in his dreams from time to time as a nightmare to this day.

He walked step by step, thinking about the story of the other party when he was in the hall and communicated with the so-called "possessed" who were quite normal.

The thick black fog, the light of the fire placed in front of the door, the ordinary people trembling in the room, the death that could happen at any time for those who waited. And they, as guardians, night watchmen, carry the same fire in their hands, and walk alone in the dark streets and alleys, tense their nerves, responsible for destroying the monsters that may appear in the black fog at any time.

It's a crazy life.

And now Bob seems to be able to understand the feelings of those possessed before.

Some of the doors in the hallway were closed, and they were either engraved with the runes of the mages or pasted with the runes of outsiders - the effect was weaker than nothing.

Behind these doors are the possessed ones who will eventually die, go mad, and lose control. Rather than what they call a "further breakthrough", Bob prefers to think of this as a good grave for himself, and he numbers each room so that he can clearly remember every room where an accident could have happened.

Now there are a total of six houses.

One, normal.

Number two, normal.

On the three, there was a faint noise in the house, but the door was still tightly closed, and Bob did not dare to check through the small opening above the door.

So normal.

Number Four had an accident before, and now that the door here is covered with strict runes, there shouldn't be any problems.

He walked slowly through the small, damp space.

Number Five...... The house has only recently been sealed, a runaway monster and a runaway woman. The woman was crushed to pulp by the monster's sword, and the monster was eventually driven back to his room by the hands of the monster, and was finally sealed.

There was also no movement in this house.

And then there is the number six.

Bob stopped in front of the door of room six, which was wide open, and it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly.

Is this the house? I guess I'm not mistaken?

A faint smell of blood came from inside. Stimulated the nose of the mage, whose head was blank.

There was a slight pinprick sensation on the face.

Bob woke up like a dream, he retreated again and again, and a small rune flashed in the corner of his eye, making his speed extremely fast.

Then the nasal cavity suddenly became hot.

Bob stopped, reaching out to reach for his nose.

It bleeds.

......

The girl sat bored at the table, her long hair untied with a headband scattered like ink.

The little bird on the table—this bird may not be called a cub now, but now it has grown a little older, and its feathers have gradually turned from the yellow of the chicks to a pale red, like a faint flame burning on its body.

There was a knock on the door.

"My lord, there have been casualties among the mages again. The voice outside the door said, "A mage named Bob has died at the hands of an out-of-control possessor, and now the mage wants more access to this castle." ”

"Hmm. The girl just replied lightly. She didn't care about these desperate people.

Footsteps rang out, and the sound outside the door disappeared. The girl guessed that he should be dissatisfied.

The little bird on the table slid his dark eyes and turned his head, but kept his eyes on the girl's face.

"Phoenix. This is the new name Luo Yu gave it.

The bird did not respond.

"Little Yellow. ”

"Mommy!" the bird replied happily. Bouncing, tiny paws making soft noises on the table.

"Hey. The girl sighed comfortingly: "I really want to leave here." ”

She used to really think she was just a guardian.