Brackent's excited gaffe had all fallen into the eyes of his colleagues on the side, but these high-level mages who were at least level twelve or above seemed to be completely unsurprised, as if they had long been accustomed to it.

Magic is an esoteric science, so profound that even a long life like an elf cannot be spied on, and the strongest magician recorded on the continent so far, Syllia, has only stopped at the level of 21, and this mentor, who has become the spiritual belief of mages, has marked the path to a higher level in the manuscript he left behind, and has become a signpost for countless mages on pilgrimage. Climbing the heights of magic is not easy, jerky spells, cumbersome theories, dangerous realities, boring meditations, not every mage can go to the end on this thorny road, there are too many temptations in the world to stop many mages, and the rest are exhausted on this path of energy and patience.

In order to prevent the pond of their minds from drying up prematurely on this desert-like dry path of magic, the high-ranking mages have their own set of methods of adjusting their mental state to keep their mental condition in the best condition. Some people choose food, some people choose beauty, some people are happy and some people are sad, and some people choose to be silent beyond a qiē, just so that they can take a few more steps on this continent.

And Farakent is the choice of the great joy, he is not like some mages are always silent, on the contrary, in the jurisprudence he has been famous for his talkative and always unbelievable excitement, some people even count that Master Farakent spends more time in an excited state every year than he sleeps, and it is this kind of words and deeds that seem to be too exaggerated and out of shape in the eyes of the world to maintain Farakent's spirit, so that he is still interested in this boring road of magic.

"Then I won't bother Your Excellency for the time being. Looking at the mage who had begun to mumble to himself again, Graven felt that he had to talk to the other mages beside him who were more magicians in their words and deeds.

Although the other mages did not have the same gaffes as Farakent, they still had sincere admiration for the arsonist's actions, in fact, mages were such creatures. In particular, mages who have really entered the upper echelons and are obsessed with the study of law, whether the other party is friend or foe, as long as they have indeed mastered extraordinary magical knowledge, then they deserve to be praised.

One of these mages looked to be no more than thirty years old, but the tall female mage explained the details to Graven very carefully, especially the means of paralyzing the protective circle in a very short period of time after the other party infiltrated the warehouse, and the female mage kept admiring the prisoner as he was indeed an out-and-out genius.

"Madam~ I want to ask a question, can have such a wealth of knowledge of the magic array, in your memory, probably only those mages can do it?"

Graven's question made the female mage think deeply. But then the female mage shook her head and did not answer this question directly: "Mr. Graven ~ At least in my memory, there are only a handful of mages on the entire continent, but I don't think that these archmages who are famous in the wizarding world will come to the free city to do this kind of thief and motive, which is really too detrimental to the respect of the mage."

"But someone did, didn't they?"

Graven's next sentence suddenly made the female mage's face look ugly, but the corners of the female mage's mouth twitched and she couldn't speak.

Although the mages let Graven know some details, the main problem is that the identity of the prisoner is still unknown, and now the only clue is some materials stolen by the prisoner, and the members of the security team can only rely on this clue to search, and even the dark streets in the free city are arranged with informants to keep an eye on the shops that buy stolen goods. As soon as these materials appear, they can immediately lock on to each other.

"Then ┉┉ In this case, the other party should be at least a high-level magician in his fifties and sixties, and he has a grudge against Sir Philipus. ”

On the way back, Graven was still reasoning about some of the information in his hand, according to the previous female mage, the prisoner was able to master the knowledge of this kind of Cheng dù's magic circle, at least he was able to do it in middle age. Moreover, in order to learn the teleportation spell, the opponent's magic level must be at least ten or above, and based on various information, it can be inferred that the mage who infiltrated the free city to destroy should be a high-level mage above the sixteenth level. In the face of such an enemy, the security team may not be able to catch anyone even if they find it. If a high-level mage of the sixteenth or seventeenth level really wants to fight hard, he has the basic strength of the members of the city security team. At least a two-digit human life should be filled in, and I'm afraid it will have to be filled in with a three-digit number.

At that time, it is estimated that the only way to deal with this prisoner is to ask a lawyer from a law school institution. But! Graven scratched his head, and according to the admiration of the mages just now for the prisoner's mastery of magic technology, it was feared that letting them deal with and assist in the capture of the prisoner would turn into a drama of persuasion and high salary and lure.

Graven rubbed his temples and added tobacco leaves to his pipe: "A mage of at least sixteen or seventeen magic levels went to the Free City to destroy Sir Philipus's industry, and even more sabotage actions will be encountered in the future, I have to say that Sir Philipus's ability to make enemies is definitely the first in the world,"

Obviously. Graven had already judged that this destruction would not be just such a one, and the deliberate targeting of the other party and Sir Philipus's notoriety made this arson just the beginning, and there would be more attacks against Phillips in the coming days, and the other party might even assassinate Sir Philipus. And Philipus, as a slave trader, was hated by too many people. There are probably so many people on the continent who want to kill him that they can form an army, so it is impossible to tell which forces will send people to destroy Philipus.

The holy capital in the western part of the continent!?

Graven came up with the term in his head, but soon Graven denied the idea, the western part of the continent is still busy fighting the undead, it is said that a group of undead from the terrible island of the dead have even broken through the blockade and joined their companions, and now the pressure on the western part of the continent has become even greater. Although the Holy Capital in the western part of the continent has always been accusatory of Philipus, over the years, the Holy Capital has not sent assassins against Philipus except for supporting slave rebellions and escapes, and it is even more unlikely that the Holy Capital will send personnel to assassinate Philipus.

At this time, a carriage also whizzed past the carriage that Graven was riding, and suddenly noticed the silver wing emblem on the carriage, Graven found out that the other party was the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce that had recently become famous in the Free City, as an investigator, in addition to the case, Graven would also pay attention to some news from the outside, a pair of brothers and sisters who were only sixteen or seventeen years old came to the Free City with a few guards and a large sum of money to try to take root here, I really don't know whether to say that they are brave or stupid.

"It's so late, isn't it?" Graven realized that it was approaching dusk as he looked at the sun that was gradually beginning to set.

At this time, there were merchants or nobles who traveled in horse-drawn carriages, and they must have participated in all kinds of banquets and balls that seemed to be endless, and the inhabitants of the middle and upper districts of the free city lived this so-called aristocratic life every day, and no matter what happened, they could not stop their pleasure. Even though the last slave revolt had even broken into the upper districts, some of the nobles and merchants in the safe places were still holding their glasses and enthusiastically treating the battle as an after-show. As long as they don't involve themselves, then the life and death of others, the wailing in their ears is worthless

This is how twisted the city is!

When he found himself looking like a tragic sage, Graven shook his head and pushed distractions out of his mind. I'm just an inquisitor, and my only interest is to deal with those bizarre cases, whether the city is evil or good has nothing to do with me, even if this is a demon city, shouldn't it be the gods of heaven who punish it?

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Jinni!

Demon!

Far away from the Free City, in the lord's mansion in the Golden Spike Territory of the Kingdom of Bellama, the current lord Elvado is lying on the bed and falling asleep, naked and dressed in two girls holding Silvado's arms on the left and right, one of them has a collar around her neck, and she exudes an amazing charm The girl was once Mina Kenansi, the daughter of the Duke of Jiaohua in the imperial capital of the Belrama Kingdom, and the other girl has some characteristics unique to orcs, furry ears and tails, but these characteristics do not detract from the girl's beauty, but make her as wild as a female leopard, so that the men who saw her wanted to press her under them and conquer her fiercely.

However, Silvado, who was dressed by two stunners, was not satisfied or happy, and the sleeping prince seemed to be in a nightmare, and the expression on his face gradually became painful, as if he was struggling back and forth in a dream, and from time to time Silvado let out a low wail from his throat. At the same time, on Silvado's body, some black and red marks that seemed to be slowly flowing like blood were constantly emerging from Silvado's body.

Who are you?

"Who!?who's where!!"

In the dream, Silvardo replied in a delirious manner, the surrounding scenery was like a boiling sea of blood, and there seemed to be countless sounds of soldiers in the rising blood mist, the cries of battle, the screams of fighting, the screams of screams, and the sound of weapons colliding, as if he was in the middle of the most fierce battlefield, and countless scenes were constantly pouring into Silvado's mind.

What were you born for?

The voice reappeared in Silvado's mind, and as the voice appeared, Silvado suddenly seemed to wake up, and in an instant Silvado noticed that he was sitting in a palace, holding a scepter representing the king's rights, and looking down condescendingly at the people who were escorted by the guards below. (To be continued......)