"I don't understand, Mr. Raven. If you're looking at a joke, then forgive me for not understanding your joke. Kuira took two steps back as she spoke, shocked by the sorcerer's words. For if the Raven hadn't come for the nezumi, the witch would have had little bargaining power in her hands. Combined with the previous performance of the gray robe, the smell of conspiracy made this guy who had lived far beyond the normal life quickly alerted. "Do your companions have the same purpose as you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, please forget that sentence. I just wanted to lighten the mood. You see, the atmosphere here is too oppressive, isn't it?" said the Raven's voice. But in Kouira's eyes, the sorcerer's lips uttered something very different, "Those nezumi are interesting experiments to me at best." As for my purpose, what would you think if I said I was the same as you?"

The witch's face was delicate. The spells used by the Raven were not advanced, but the meaning he conveyed was enough to make people scream. What is it called, just like you? What does he know? No, he doesn't know what yet? Or is this another of the usual bluffs of the grey robes? Damn, all these grey robes are damned!

Of course, these thoughts were well hidden, and she showed that she was only slightly stunned for a moment when she showed herself to the Cursed Raven, and then quickly returned to her previous smile. "You're really confusing me. So what do you want to trade, according to you?"

"Hehe," the sorcerer shook his head slightly, "I still hope you'll give me back those nezumi you've captured." I don't really care if they live or die, but there are people who want to see them live. So, whether it's those who have brains or those who don't, I want to watch them leave here. At this point, the crow paused deliberately, deliberately biting heavily on the word "someone", and pointing his finger suggestively at the head. To the others, this gesture was just a sign of Cheese's will, but combined with what the Raven had just said to the witch in code, Coyla couldn't help but tie the decision to the person who ordered her to come here.

"Of course, that's all I'm asking for, that's too simplistic. You'll be a tough opponent, but I'm sure my companions and I can fight you off. That would be a waste of time, and a few more nezumi losses. What really makes me agree to trade with you is because I really want to know more. There are questions that only you can bring me answers. ”

To be honest, Kouira believed less than three points when it came to the cursed crow. But as the wizard said, at this time, the initiative of the transaction is completely in the hands of the other party, and the witch believes that she is not incapable of causing damage to this team, but this battle will inevitably make her lose the possibility of completing the task. It was a situation she wanted to avoid, the reward promised by the being was too tempting, and she had to do her best to get it. Otherwise, even if she pulls herself out of the plague, Kouira will not forgive herself for the missed opportunity.

As the witch pondered, the two fell silent for a moment. The silence was quite advantageous for the Cursed Raven, for no other reason, the wizard had no intention of actually negotiating with the other party in the first place, he was just looking for another moment, waiting for a split second opportunity to send the poison he had wrapped in into his mouth. However, not all of the sorcerers who have spoken to Cheese are talking nonsense, and although they are not unaware of the existence of the broker, this does not prevent the crow from thinking about what is happening in this kingdom from another angle. Through his eyes, the broker was a very competent instigator who never jumped into front of the scenes on his own, nor did he leave behind specious puzzles to tempt the decipher to find him. If it weren't for Greene's ability to foresee, I'm afraid no one would have known of his existence until now.

And for such a qualified planner, his plan must be sophisticated. Combined with what happened before, it is not difficult to guess that what this broker is best at is to use the most urgent desires of others, tie the opponent into the game, and finally completely turn it into a pawn. The fanatical devotion to the Mother of the Crypt had already impressed the sorcerer enough that, unlike Cheese, he even suspected that it was not only these people who were on a different side from him who had been seduced by the brokers, but even the beings behind them, known as companions, might have been carefully selected to be placed on the chessboard.

This feeling was especially evident in this incident. The sudden appearance of the Demon Lord was like a pre-arranged target that attracted the simpler Cheese, and the only plausible explanation was that someone didn't want the mage to come into direct contact with Kouira, which meant that the witch must know something that would affect the whole thing. And maybe she didn't realize this herself. It's so much fun, and as a gray-robed man whose goal is to find the truth, there's nothing more interesting than solving a mystery that no one else can solve.

Kouira's silence was over. The witch put away her false smile, no one knew what she had decided, but she slapped her palm twice, and a large number of small white spiders crawled out from behind the cobwebs on the walls of the room, surrounded the two of them, and began to make a non-stop noise with their strangely constructed bellies. When the others saw this, they immediately thought that the negotiations had broken down, and immediately drew their weapons to rescue the cursed crow, but the latter just waved his hand unhurriedly, indicating that there was no need to worry.

"Looks like you're going to negotiate with me in earnest?" the sorcerer's voice echoed through the ring unhindered. Outside the ring, others could only hear the noise made by the spiders. Needless to say, this is what witches use to create confidential conversations.

"Whew—" Kuyla exhaled, her eyes flashing with a muffled magic, a rare phenomenon among witches. As natural spellcasters, most witches don't need to have the same obvious visions as wizards when using magic, and there is only one explanation for the sight in front of them, and that is that Kuyla is also involved in witchcraft or other related knowledge while being a witch. "As you can see, Mr. Raven, I'm not just a witch who lives longer, and I haven't wasted my time. ”

"Perhaps, there are many people in this world who have stepped into the door of mysteries. But most of them are just wasting time, truth is not a shortcut for those who seek power, and peeking at it with an impure purpose can only bring madness and destruction. The gray robe's expression also calmed down, and he said this indifferently.

"Perhaps. I have to admit that I am not as gifted as you and your peers. But whether it's magic or witchcraft, as a witch, I've always been chasing one thing, life. I think the two of us are a lot like each other in this matter, aren't we?"

"Perhaps, but what exactly are you trying to say? What you're saying now doesn't seem to have anything to do with our situation. ”

"Of course there is a connection. What if I say, I have a way to get, an endless life?"