Marcos and Fett parted in the small square of Komka, heading towards their respective goals. It was a familiar feeling to Marcos, and Fitt had always liked to act alone, except with her fellow members of the Revolutionary Army. Sometimes Marcos will find that, on the other hand, she is also a guy who likes to rely on someone.

The halls of the Comka Library are a mix of old tapestries, smoking candles, and the smell of five different perfumes – all used by the library's owner. It was a young girl, which was unusual. In Marcos's mind, most of the people in charge of the library were people who wore small round-rimmed glasses and buried their heads in books all day. But it was clear that the girl was not interested in books, and she felt like she was being tied down here.

Like most libraries, Marcos found the books he was looking for by the classification labels attached to each shelf. To be honest, most of the books here are related to alchemy and magic. There were only a few or three books on the curse, but that was enough, and Marcos certainly didn't expect it to be a huge repository of knowledge.

He turned the yellowed pages of the book, and few people except scholars studied curses, which were customary to define as ominous. It is a superstition that learning about it can lead to misfortune in one's life, but Marcos had to admit that sometimes it is better to know less about curses. After all, most curses have a dark history that no one knows. If people do discover that history, then there is no guarantee that every monarch will continue to be stable in his rule.

Although the curses described in the books here have little to do with human history, most of them are dark elf legends. Not to mention reading these curses, it is a small probability that people want to understand them. "Interesting, Hazmoth Helim, is it really a coincidence?" said Marcos, reading about Mist Helim with interest.

"The essence of the curse known as the Fog Demon is actually the result of the Mist Demon Helim's thoughts of sucking on creatures that have died without their knowledge, while the Fog Demon Helim is a creature that specializes in sucking the remnants for a living, and has no entity. If you want to destroy Chim, you must find the location where it feeds on the remnants, use the "Moonlight" alchemy bomb to make its will converge there, create a visible illusion, and then destroy it through non-physical means. But Helim is known to not stop sucking on remnants, so he will wander around looking for new ones. ”

The most detailed account ends abruptly here, so in the end, Marcos guessed wrong. The fog is not a curse, but is caused by a creature. Although the book gives a way to destroy the mist demon Helim, it is only theoretical. Because no one knows where Helim will appear next to feed on the remnants, and the book doesn't say exactly how the creature appeared.

"If Helim had his own lair, there might be a way, but for now, it's unlikely. Marcos muttered to himself, closing the book and placing it back on the shelf. He turned, his head bowed in thought, not noticing the young girl who was coming towards him, holding a book and perusing it. So as it should be, the two bumped into each other.

"Bastard, are you blind?" Before Marcos could apologize, the other party cursed.

"Hey, I'm about to apologize to you. Marcos looked up at the other man. However, the first thing he noticed was not the other party's expression or appearance, let alone the book she was holding in her hand, but the lightsaber she wore around her waist. "Lightsaber? I never thought I'd meet a master of swordsmanship here. Marcos was surprised.

The girl with the brown ponytail stood up at the sight of Marcos, and then turned away with the usual expression of pretending not to know. Maybe this brief meeting with other guys ended there, but Marcos was a curious guy, so he followed unhurriedly. It was clear that this was an unexpected episode for her, a predestined encounter for Marcos, who never tried to define something that happened in front of him as an accident.

Finally, after the girl had been followed by Marcos through two or three streets, and into an uninhabited alley, she could no longer bear to pull out her lightsaber and quickly turn around and unleash an unbelievable attack. Marcos reacted fortunately too quickly, otherwise he would have had another scar on his face, and he didn't want to do it again. "Why are you following me?" she asked in a low voice.

"Well, you know, I don't care what your attitude is, but I have to apologize to you. Marcos gave a look of underachievement.

"You're such an unreasonable person. The other party put away his lightsaber, obviously not intending to continue the pointless fight.

"So, can you tell me?" said Marcos, spreading his hands. "Why did you leave in such a hurry when you saw me?"

The girl in the brown ponytail crossed her waist and said dissatisfied. "That's a boring question, do you think I'm going to answer you seriously?"

"No, of course you will, beautiful young lady. A sharp glint flashed in Marcos' eyes. "If I say you're avoiding something. ”

"Funny guy, what I'm going to do has nothing to do with you. She folded her arms and looked at Marcos with contempt.

"I once read a sentence in a book that says that people don't react for no reason, so there must be a reason why you left after seeing me. Marcos said seriously.

"Well, you win, ghost. The girl sighed. "I just want to tell you, don't rob my prey. ”

This time it was Marcos' turn to be surprised, "Prey?

"Mist Demon Helim, the bounty for killing this guy is mine. The girl said unquestioningly.

"Oh, that's so much fun. Here, Komka, it's not just me and Fett who want to hunt Helim. But then again, who commissioned you?" Marcos asked.

The girl stretched out her right hand and shook her index finger. "I don't divulge my client's information, it's a profession. ”

"What? Are you an adventurer who specializes in hunting commissions for a living?"

"That's right, so you know what you have to do. The other party obviously didn't want to continue the nonsense, turned around and walked away quickly.

"Well, I don't know if it's getting fun, or if it's getting troublesome. Marcos stood alone and muttered.