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Lynch withdrew his aching arm, which still flashed with electricity, but old Wells didn't look like anything was wrong.

The guys lying around were still lying, but the crowd of onlookers gathered scatteredly, and many onlookers could be clearly seen on the windows of the houses on both sides of the street, most of them were ordinary people, but there were still some mages.

Old Wells, dressed in a gray robe, held in his hand a long, taller wooden staff with a green gem in his hand. He stared at Lynch for a moment, then lowered his eyelids and lowered his head to look at Little Wells, who was still lying on the ground gasping for breath.

The people around them fell silent, and the sudden appearance of Old Wells made them a little uneasy, and soon many people with sight dispersed consciously, and their heads lying on the windows also shrank back, and they even deliberately avoided this place, making the flow of people in the place that was almost in the center of the city extremely scarce.

Soon only the parties remained.

The house behind Lynch was crumbling, creaking, and about to collapse - fortunately, the big house was in the middle of the street, and there were no other houses on either side that were affected by the lightning explosion that Lynch had just unleashed.

Lily pulled Perisius out of it, and the battle around her made her a little nervous, and the little girl might be in a better mood if there were monsters all around. She just saw an old man standing next to Lynch, looking down at a guy lying on the ground, and Lynch just obediently stood beside him, and then waved at her when he saw him.

The mages who were still standing around just stood and were silent, all the voices around the neighborhood seemed to be quiet, and Lily lowered her head, bearing the uncomfortable gazes of the mages around her, and led the child to Lynch's side.

"Are you alright?" she whispered. The voice couldn't be quieter, and the old man next to her, with his head down, put a lot of pressure on her.

Lynch shook his head, his other hand still clutching the dagger in his hand.

Polysius didn't seem to be hurt, at least much better than Oliver, who was still grinding around the room. He looked at the situation around him with a smug face, kicking pebbles under his feet, holding Lily with one hand, looking like a child on an outing, almost without humming a little tune.

Then he finally saw Old Wells standing in front of him.

"Hey, old thing!" exclaimed Perisius' young voice, "what are you doing here?"

Lily pulled Rapperlicius nervously, but was ignored by the other party.

Old Wells turned his head and focused his gaze on Polysius.

He doesn't need to look up.

"You really don't know whether you live or die," Wells looked at Perisius, who was visibly much more nervous when he collided with his gaze, the jewel on the staff flashed, and the old voice said slowly, "You didn't dare call me that when you were a member of the Centrium, remember?"

Polysius didn't reply, he looked frightened, grabbed Lily's shirt and hid directly behind her.

Wells shook his head and chuckled, sighed, and gave up teasing an already embarrassed child, and he turned his gaze back to Lynch, looking at him.

That's when you need to look up.

"You surprised me as soon as you came here, Lynch. He whispered, the old voice lowered an octave to sound more serious: "I had a good impression of you back then. ”

Lynch shrugged, and the mages around him had begun to do their own thing, renovating the rooms and repairing the rooms, and some were taking care of the wounded on the ground who couldn't move on their own, helping them get out of here as much as possible.

"I'm actually quite innocent, Councillor," he said, "and to be honest, I'm confused, I thought these guys were here to target Perrisius. ”

Perlicius heard someone talking about him, and cautiously poked his little head out from behind Lily.

"Hmm......" the old man tapped the ground with his long staff, and the wooden staff made a crisp sound on the stone-paved road, "Someone will indeed target Perrisius." ”

As he spoke, he looked at Polysius again, so frightened that the little boy once again retracted his little head behind Lily: "But now this guy has little value. ”

"What do you mean ......"

"I don't mean anything," the old guy waved his hand to interrupt Lynch's attempt to continue asking, "Get out of here, the sooner the better, I don't want to see you again." ”

"But we don't know the way now...... Can you support a map? For the sake of your old relationship with Perlicus. ”

"Yes. Wells was silent for a moment, as if surprised by the thick skin of the city wall of the guy in front of him: "Lovien, Lovien, bring me a rune map!"

It didn't take long for a mage to come out of the room, panting, holding a folded animal skin roll in his hand, he first saluted old Wells, then went straight over little Wells, who was still lying on the ground, handed the map directly to Lynch, and left the place quickly without looking back.

Except for a few people in the vicinity, there are basically no mages in this vicinity.

"Can I go?"

"There's one more problem. ”

"Say," said Old Wells's voice, "I'm already drawing on what little patience I have left for you. ”

"What about my companions from the castle?" asked Lynch, "I don't seem to have found any trace of them in the city." ”

"Surely they will not be so crowded in my precinct," Wells said, "most of your companions should be satisfied with the Thras, so they are willing to obey our arrangement, and the less than a hundred people will certainly not make much waves in the vast expanse of the Thras." Most of them have dispersed and gone from place to place. Not so long ago. ”

"Including a few of our ...... Leader?"

"Of course, we haven't agreed on a territory that can be assigned to them, but they are absolutely free to behave as long as they don't go to the tower near the center of Thras—that will touch the sensitive and fragile nerves of some of them. ”

Lynch felt that these mages had really big hearts.

"Any more questions?" said Old Wells, staring into Lynch's pure black eyes.

"No more. Lynch blinked, returning his dark eyeballs to normal.

"Good. Old Wells said, bowing his head, and once again focusing his attention on little Wells, who was still lying on the ground.

Lynch took Lily and her party out of here with a sense of humor, not to disturb other people's family affairs.