It's different from the cheese that has just undergone a terrifying experience in the royal capital. For the Raven, things went more smoothly than he had imagined. He felt more and more that meeting Lynn in the wilderness was one of the most admirable of the many subtle coincidences of this world. Not only does this girl have traits that sorcerers like, but her knowledge of Molten Iron City is truly worthy of being a local.

Relying on the head of the hapless hyena leader, the Raven was received by the chief of the Molten Iron City within a day of entering the city. And the expression on the face of this young man, who belonged to the same family as Heather, almost instantly changed to adoration when he saw the gray robe on the cursed crow.

Unlike the well-informed female knight chief, this young man, who was temporarily placed in the position of guard chief due to the shortage of family personnel, had only read about the gray-robed wizard and other dark things from books, and the magic that the crow had intentionally or unintentionally used to influence his thinking when talking to him, this young man became his admirer almost completely unaware of the crow.

So when Raven asked the young man to introduce him to the Hammer Archduke, the latter swore by his real name that the meeting would take place within two days. And from his mouth, the cursed crow also knew that the Grand Duke of the Hammer was now in the Molten Iron City.

Time rewinds to the night before Cheese makes their move.

After saying goodnight to a reluctant Rin, the Raven returned to his room in the Molten Iron City. Thinking of the lustful fire that flashed in the eyes of the fair-skinned maid just now, the corners of the sorcerer's mouth showed a disdainful sneer. Unlike Cheese, Curse Crow doesn't mind using magic to influence the minds of those around him, or rather, he is happy to do so. As early as his coming-of-age mission, the sorcerer had shown a talent for manipulating people's minds and mastery of the way.

In the eyes of the Raven, the caster's time is extremely precious, so precious that it is not worth wasting on those ordinary people. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Cheese's team had a wolfwalker like Jack, who was immune to almost all magic, he would have brainwashed the rest of the team a long time ago. And now, he only allowed the little favor that Lynn had born of his gratitude and adoration to expand, adjusting the maid's relationship with him to a state that the crow considered "appropriate".

But for all his admiration, I mean, the power of disgust, the Raven would not reward it for satisfying his fleshual desires, and as a qualified grey-robed mage, he only took pleasure in studying mysteries to gain greater power. In addition, he can only use his reckless control of people's hearts and the brutal killing of his enemies as a boring pastime.

And although he had already received the promise of the Grand Duke of Hammer to meet, the sorcerer did not have the patience to wait another two days. Now that he knew that the Grand Duke of Hammer was now in the city, the Cursed Crow didn't care if his sudden visit would make the other party unhappy. Even if the Grand Duke was just an ordinary person himself, the Spellcaster wouldn't mind having a Duke become a new member of his many toys.

Pushing open the window of the room, the property belonging to the Hammer Rose family was not far from the Hammer Castle in the middle of the molten iron city. As a ring on the Raven's hand flashed with magical light, the gray robe on his body began to radiate a dull black energy.

"This damn Transfiguration Charm reminds me of my teacher's punishment every time. Feeling the distortion of his body by the power of the spell, the crow's face turned hideous from the pain, and he almost squeezed the words out of his teeth.

But no matter how painful the transformation is, the magic that has been unleashed will not stop. A silent cry of pain came from his mouth, and the body of the cursed crow began to compress and deform with the surge of magical power. Eventually, the figure of the sorcerer disappeared from the room, replaced by a raven with beautiful black feathers. The crow has bright red claws and pure white eyes, and the mere look at it makes one feel instinctively ominous.

"Quack!" the ominous crow flapped its wings and leaped from the window of the room, and flew into the night of the Molten Iron City, towards the castle in the center of the city that belonged to the Grand Duke of Hammer. No one would embarrass a bird, and with the chaos of law and order in the Hammer Realm, a large number of scavenging crows have also followed, and in such a situation, even the most loyal guards of the Hammer Grand Duke would not raise their bows and arrows against a raven hovering over the castle.

The black raven hovered in the night, its eyes scanning all the windows of Fort Hammer, searching for the one that belonged to the Grand Duke of Hammer. However, things were not as simple as the enchanter thought, perhaps for security reasons, the crow did not find any place in the castle that resembled the duke's study. The windows near the edge of the castle look like unchanging corridors.

Is it for safety reasons? Indeed, with the size of the Hammer Castle, the space that can be seen through the windows is extremely limited, and most of the castle is enclosed by these corridors. The crow adjusted its flight altitude slightly, and since it couldn't be found from the outside, it was better to go in and find it.

So in the quiet of the night, an uninvited guest visited the top floor of the main tower of Hammer Castle. According to the Curse Raven, the nobles seemed to like to place their study or room at the highest point of the castle. It's easier to find from here.

The ominous crow fell into the uninhabited corridor, and with the mist of black energy, the sorcerer once again regained his human form. Feeling the touch of the precious carpet beneath his feet and the soft light emanating from the golden lampstand in the hallway, the Raven had to admit that the mortal lords were far more proficient in this aspect of enjoyment than the spellcasters. While moving the joints of his body to confirm that there were no mistakes in the Transfiguration, the sorcerer's eyes noticed something interesting.

"This craft ......," he said, gently stroking the interior wall of the hallway.

It was a stone wall made of dark brown rock, and most of the castle was made of similar materials. It was the first time that Raven had taken a closer look at the wall, and he noticed that it was not an ordinary binder or similar alchemical product that acted as a glue between the stone bricks, but solidified iron slurry. The iron slurry had clearly been carefully polished after cooling, and the metallic walls made the castle seem so impregnable.

"Heh, things are getting more and more interesting. Whispering to himself, Raven removed his hand from the inner wall and began to search for a nearby room.