It was another quiet morning, and Philadelphia woke up very early as a place where the wizarding academy was stationed, because the sound of the wizards blowing themselves up into the sky could be heard from morning to night.

Shops began to open, and everywhere the voices of shopkeepers reprimanding their employees. The waiter at the night bar began to push the talkers to the side of the road with a wheelbarrow, stripped them naked, stuffed an IOU in his hand, and poured the guests who could not speak into the back alley to be dealt with by those who knew the routine.

It was such an ordinary and ordinary morning, but at this time, in the government hall of Philadelphia, Mr. Philadelphia City Lord was not in a good mood. In a richly decorated room with a large portrait of a man on the wall, Mr. Ferlan, the lord of Philadelphia, is arguing with someone.

"You told me that those guys from the temple are missing, right in our city!" Fei Lan, dressed in a luxurious city lord uniform, roared angrily.

And in front of him, an old man dressed in linen clothes but with a beard that could almost be used to make a sweater came out, said, "Indeed, Fei Lan. I know it sounds incredible, but it's true. One of the most elite Templars of the Harvest Temple came to Philadelphia to trouble a group of hooligans, and then just vanished. Including a saint, as well as a deity. It's gone, there's no sign of the battle, and you can't even see a focal point on the territory of the gangsters, who are still having fun in the brothels. ”

"Aren't you going to bring those bastards back for questioning?" said Fei Lan almost in a roar, spat splashing on the beard of the person opposite.

"That's your job, Lord Philan. I'm not responsible for any of that. Salazar said: "And we have absolutely no reason to arrest them." You can't say, hey, there's a guy who was going to kill you yesterday and he's gone, so you're guilty. ”

"How do you know they're there if you don't ask. Oh, my God. Fei Lan's expression instantly became subtle.

"Salazar, you're 279 years old. Fei Lan pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "And those poor little girls are only 17 or 8 years old. You're a decade older than their wife and grandfather.

"Age is not the boundary of the pursuit of love. Salazar said solemnly, and as he spoke, he pulled out two envelopes that smelled of enchanting perfume from his sackcloth.

Fei Lan's expression looked like he had just been blown up by a black dragon, and then ridden by a teddy.

"Let's sort out our thoughts. Last night, the people of the temple entered my city to trouble a black marketeer in my city. Fei Lan tried to rearrange the context of the matter: "Then, as if they had been exiled, they just disappeared. And then when you were in love today, you met the black marketeer's men who were relaxing themselves in the same way. ”

"Yes Lord Feilan, by the way, I like your wording. Salazar said.

"When I speak, please put down your love letter to me if it is convenient for you. Fei Lan suppressed his anger and said, "Also, now we have a problem, how do we solve those damn temple guys?" ”

"You must be joking, the founder of our academy is a fellow who has banished the gods, and you expect us to meet the temple and laugh and make a grudge? Salazar said, "But we do need to investigate the damn black marketeer, I suspect there's something wrong with their incense, and it's not going to last as long as they promised." ”

"Salazar, we are now investigating a suspicious black marketeer and the mysterious forces that may be behind him. Instead of buying you sex toys!Can you be honest with me?" Fei Lan couldn't help but curse, and Salazar clearly realized that something was wrong.

"I'm sorry, Lord Castle. Just the thought of those damn old virgins in white clothes had bad luck made me want to hide under the covers and laugh out loud. Salazar offered his apologies, but Fei Lan was clearly not satisfied.

"You should focus more on the problem than on the personal vendetta. Fei Lan said, thinking he might have some migraines.

"It's not a personal vendetta, their gods occupy high positions, and when mortals try to climb up, they panic and drive the wizard down. Salazar said, "Well, since they like to live in heaven and let them live, they don't come down for the rest of their lives." ”

"Sorcerers also make things, and they are stronger than their creations. Salazar said proudly.

"Yes, but wizards forgot how to deal with their creations. Now the Dark Empire of Bloods, Werewolves, and Undead is still counting on making my children into sashimi, and I wonder if the dipping sauce they will use will be me. Fei Lan replied, "In that case, I will allow the people of the temple to come in, and you may want to find a few apprentices to watch with you." Apprentices are not expected to be as troublesome as formal wizards. ”

"This can't be, Lord Fernan. Salazar vetoed: "Our poor apprentice will be bullied and crying." ”

"No, I'm pretty sure they won't. Fei Lan waved his hand and said, "The temples are all face-saving, different from you wizards. You yourself will only blow yourself up into the sky and destroy the houses of the inhabitants by the way. The temple is different, they will send two bags of bread every once in a while after they have dragged their children to brainwash. ”

After some debate, the two sides finally reached an agreement. There are four people from the Wizard Academy, three students, and one teacher, and the City Lord's Mansion also sends two people to supervise. Although Salazar insisted that too few wizards would cause wizards to be bullied, Fei Lan felt that the old thing had bad intentions.

At this time, the protagonists of their discussion, the unlucky temple people, had just woken up.

Roland regained consciousness from his coma and shook his head. She felt as if she had been hit in the head by a sledgehammer, and she was groggy. Then she looked up and looked around, and she was in her bedroom. On the side walls are his own weapons and armor, and a sculpture of the god of harvest is placed at the entrance to his room. There was a nice smell of smoke in the air, the smell of candles in front of the statue.

Familiar furnishings, familiar smells, everything is so familiar. But it always gave Roland a strange feeling, and he seemed to have forgotten something.

"Where's Falla?" Roland muttered to himself, curiously.

She remembers going to Philadelphia with Falla.

And then what?

They came across a group of monsters, and they used the power of the temple to purify them. But if they're victorious, why are they?

Something happened later.

But what exactly is the thing?

My head hurts, and it seems that even my own brain is refusing to remember what happened.

So what's going on?

Roland's mind went blank, and then slowly it seemed that someone was holding ink and dyeing white black. A man in a white coat, with black hair and blue eyes, stepped out of the darkness.

Then, there was a jumbled shout, and the familiar screams, the blue light flashed, and the memory came to an abrupt end.

Roland suddenly woke up, and what caught his eye was Falla, who was tightly grasped by the pale red tentacles, and Falla was looking at him with a worried face.

Roland reached out to rescue Falla, but she herself was also bound by disgusting, slimy tentacles. Roland struggled hard, but the power on the tentacles was almost like hitting cotton, and her terrifying innate divine power had no effect on the tentacles.

"Welcome to the awakening, miss. I thought I'd be wasting more time waiting for you to wake up. A cold voice sounded above the heads of the two.

Roland looked up and found himself in a huge cavern, the walls of which were filled with countless openings, which were firmly sealed by silver metal doors with various patterns painted on them.

On the upward side is a large transparent dome with a large ball of light illuminating in the center of the dome. In addition to this, there was a high platform in front of her, and the white figure stood on the edge of the high platform, looking down on her.

"Welcome to my lab, Miss Roland. Frank said happily, "Now, you are my captives." ”

Roland turned his head to look at Falla, who shook his head lightly at her.