This mysterious person who was called a wizard by the two siblings was naturally Bahrain, who was in a hurry all the way like a lost dog.

Under the propaganda of Heaven, the Arcanist who made it his mission to pursue the truth was stigmatized as an evil sorcerer who liked to do human experiments, eat children, drink human blood, and live with corpses and demons.

It's like in Truth Rome, where the priest protagonist of heaven is ugly as a nun who can only ** and oppress believers.

Much of the propaganda is full of absurd inconsistencies, but knowledge is monopolized by the aristocracy and the superpowers. Most believers and mortals don't even spell their own names.

Therefore, on the contrary, such absurd propaganda can be more convinced by the general public.

There is no doubt that Alice is convinced of this. This comes from the fact that when she was young, her mother used all sorts of horror stories about wizards to intimidate little girls who had done bad things.

And today, I witnessed this wizard who claimed to be the King of Flames, and a large flame hand gently slapped and exploded the stump of a three-person party. One horror story after another I heard in my childhood came to mind.

Evil wizards, maidens locked in eerie towers, terrifying owls, bloody ingredients, weird and inexplicable monsters......

Countless thoughts twist in the mind, turning into the most instinctive human fear.

With difficulty, she moved her trembling legs, and the big flaming hand always stayed on top of her head, as if the other party would shoot her down and burn her to charcoal.

Trembling and pushing aside a bush of thorns, the dense forest blocked most of the sunlight. The Great Flaming Hand seemed to extend from behind the two large trees that were clinging together.

"Is there a dark cavern under that big tree that leads to the eerie tower of the evil wizard?" Alice couldn't help but think.

"Alright, little girl, you just stay here and don't move!" Unexpectedly, the evil wizard didn't seem to mean to take her to the Eerie Tower.

Bahrain naturally has no eerie towers. If he had an arcane tower of his own at the moment, why did he need to make such a mess? he could only rely on intimidation and threats to ordinary villagers in exchange for food.

What's more, Bahrain is still naked at the moment, and she can't let the little girl know her truth.

Since the breakthrough, he has only now been able to gain a chance to breathe. With hostages in hand, even if the pursuers arrive, he can hold Alice hostage and force his parents to cover for him.

Ever since condensing the Molten Heart, which is based on the Zhou Tian Star Fighting Technique, the will of the Arcanist, and the power attributes of the community of this world, Bahrain has been able to maintain a mystical connection with the core of the stars. Wisps of molten power were continuously stripped out of the molten heart through this mysterious induction, and then automatically absorbed.

The power of the Arcanist never needs to be deliberately practiced, but is reflected in the Arcanist's knowledge of the world.

Arcanists are scholars who seek truth, and power is only a means to explore mysteries.

Little by little, the spell energy re-converged, and the energy circulation outside the body continued to slowly repair Bahrain's injuries.

"Dear Miss Alice, tell me a little bit about your village. Bahrain leaned against the tree, and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Mr. Wizard, what do you want to know?" asked Alice cautiously.

"Where is this? life in the village, news outside the village, everything you know!" said Bahrain, a broad question.

"Our village belongs to County Talon, the domain of Earl George. From the east side of the village along the creek, a upwind trail leads to the Count's castle. We are all just the most ordinary people of Lord Earl, and life is always like that...... "The wise are all pursuing extraordinary power, and without the guidance of the wise, the productivity of the ordinary world can only stop. Under this low level of productivity, ordinary farmers rarely leave their land, and their knowledge of the outside world is often obtained through the mouths of wandering bards. A few simple words, but Alice's entire understanding of her life circle. Yes, life is always like that. This is Alice's interpretation of her own life, unchanged.

"Anything else?" asked Bahrain tentatively.

"And ...... By the way, Rolf took part in the trial of the Holy Knight Apprentice and passed. Also, there was a paranormal incident at the East Valley Lumber Yard a year ago, and I heard that a werewolf had attacked several of the lumberyard workers!" Alice searched for information that might be of interest to the terrible wizard. This is all the big events she has known in her short life.

"Holy Knight Apprentice, werewolf?" said Balin whispering two key words, chewing thoughtfully on the message.

For ordinary people, werewolves may just be legends in their mother's bedtime stories. But for the Arcanists, werewolves are nothing more than infected wolf-turned patients.

This poor person who has been polluted by the power of the abyss will only be hedged by the rich moon power on the night of the full moon, stimulating the distorted power in his body, and thus temporarily mutating into a monster with a wolf head and a human body.

In the past, during the Roman rule of Truth, werewolves were considered a disease and had a whole set of cures. But with the defeat of the Rome of Truth and the entry into the age of the Holy See in Heaven, this kind of patient, who is only polluted by the power of the abyss, is regarded as heretic and ominous.

A large number of werewolves were burned at the stake, causing many werewolves to abandon their homes and hide in the mountains and forests.

"I don't know if it's a wandering werewolf, or if there's a werewolf stronghold here?" Although Balin had been an isolated slave gladiator for five years, there were several captured werewolf slaves in the Cologne City Gladiatorial Arena. He knew a lot about the werewolf purification operation that began four years ago.

"Now that werewolves are living in a similar situation to themselves, they should be gathering information about their surroundings at any time, maybe they can try to get in touch?" Barin thought silently, successfully escaping from the gladiatorial arena, and now he needs to start making plans for the next period of time again.

Shortly after the church bell tower, the tallest building in the village, rang the bell for afternoon prayer, a middle-aged man came to the scene of the incident with a package and nervousness.

"Alice?" the man called softly. Having lived through the reign of the Arcanists and the early occupation of Heaven, he knew that if his interactions with the Arcanist Remnant were discovered and reported to the Holy See, only the stake awaited the family.

Tentatively alerting the Arcanist who didn't know where he was lurking by calling his daughter. Stand in the same place and look around.

"Put things down, you can go," a hoarse voice came from the depths of the forest.

"Good day, mighty Excellency, I beg your pardon Alice for my daughter's recklessness. I've already brought enough ...... as you ordered," and hearing that the arcanist didn't mean to release his daughter, the middle-aged man hurriedly walked in the direction where the voice came from.

Suddenly, a large spell hand burning with flames suddenly stretched out from the dense forest, accompanied by a frightened scream of a young girl.

"Stop!" Bahrain snorted.

"Alice, your Excellency, please ......," the man instinctively cried out.

"Stop! or die!" the big spell hand hovered in front of the middle-aged man, the blazing heat scorching his face.

"I'm sorry sir, but your daughter, Miss Alice, can't return to your arms just yet. I don't want my news to be leaked out, so she needs to continue to be my hostage for a while!

The ruthless, cold words shatter Alice's illusions of freedom again. The irresistible supernatural power of mortals also snuffed out the father's last struggle.

To the middle-aged man, this was an arcane master hiding from the papal inquisition. Faced with the pursuit of the Holy See, the Arcanist, who is unable to protect himself, must not mind snuffing out the lives of both of them to continue to hide his own whereabouts. Rather than rushing in recklessly to fight against it, facing her daughter being burned to char by the enraged arcanist on the spot, it is better to obediently leave to save Alice's life for the time being.

With a long sigh of weakness and frustration, the middle-aged man bent down and put down the package in his hand, and said pleadingly: "Your Excellency, we didn't alarm anyone. Alice, she's a very obedient child, she won't cause you trouble......!

"You can go! Remember, keep that little boy's mouth shut. Otherwise, you will only get a charred corpse and my most brutal revenge!I have learned the details of your family from your daughter's mouth, and if you don't want the whole family to be charred in the middle of the night, then you should know how to hide the secret!" Bahrain interrupted the man, once again emphasizing his threat in a cold voice.

Through the cracks in the dense forest, Alice looked at her departing father in despair.

"Miss Alice, could you please go and get the package for me?"

If the gap in the dense forest vaguely sees that the other party has left, Bahrain commands.