Without hesitation, Slanbergé unleashed a magic glow, like a stone-hearted inquisitor without any mercy, rubbing the two zombies, one large and one small, in his palms, and the rancid muscles hardened quickly in the light, and then turned into ashes, and the eerie smell in the basement was also swept away in the light. 【Reading.com】

Maybe it's because he was engaged in a certain profession in his previous life, maybe because he has been tempered in the abyss of evil spirits, An Fei doesn't like too dazzling light, and he doesn't like the light magic that he has mastered inexplicably, so it should have something to do with the Slanberge in front of him, but if he doesn't say it, he doesn't need to ask.

Between active and passive, An Fei has always liked the former, and in his relationship with Slanberge, he knows that he is in a passive situation no matter what way he is, if he asks first, he will inevitably devote a large part of his energy to judge whether what Slanberger said is true or false, and to ponder the intention of Slanberge, it is better to pretend that nothing has happened, even if he wants to ask a person who understands his doubts, it will not be Slanberge.

Anfei has a hard time trusting people, this is his nature, and it is even more difficult to trust anyone, because he has a strong sense of autonomy, if there must be one, it can only be Thor and Ernest, what happened on the desert island and during the trip at that time, Anfei can't forget, so Amphi's choice is to go back and ask Thor for advice, he is not in a hurry.

Buzureano lent him the Heart of Nature temporarily, which was a big deal, but he still failed to win the trust of Ampaire, and when Buzureano lost his temper, he expressed his resistance with his actions. If he wasn't a student of Saul. If it weren't for this bunch of people. If it weren't for the revelation of the necromancer's conspiracy, Buzureano would have lent him the Heart of Nature? But Saul and Ernest were unselfish and unintentional at the time, and the two were completely different from each other.

An Fei walked slowly to the bookshelf. The shelves were full of books, the top two rows of books were neatly arranged, but the books below looked a little messy and shabby, and in just a moment, An Fei had already made a judgment. There must have been some less important books on the top, just to find information when needed, and the books below were the ones that Nanna often read.

Light magic and undead magic are truly polar opposites, and the pages that lay out in the aftermath of the light and flames have turned yellow, distorted, and even a few pages simply to pieces. An Fei leaned down and looked at a book spread out on the ground, his curiosity had always been very strong. If it is in college, even the most demanding tutor will be happy for a student like Ampy.

"Anfei, don't touch those filthy things!" suddenly shouted Slanbergé.

"Oh. An Fei looked up obediently. I looked left and right, and my eyes fell on a small cabinet next to the bookshelf. An Fei searched in his immediate memory, and there was a hat made of white bone, a bit like a medieval crown, but now the crown had turned to dust. An Fei's gaze fell below, and he reached out and gently opened the door of the cabinet.

There was a bang, and the contents of the cabinet were scattered all over the place, full of strange and small gadgets, they had just escaped, but the magic barrier set around the cabinet was completely destroyed, and the inside became a mess, so as soon as the cabinet door opened, these things would be scattered on the ground like a dump.

"Anfei, why are you like a child?" said Slanberge, who sighed softly and walked over to see him, like a teacher worried about a student who was making small moves around, and stretched out his foot and stepped heavily on a few gadgets, and there was a breaking sound at the feet of Slanberge.

"I'm just a little curious. An Fei laughed.

"An Fei must not be contaminated with such filth in your life!

"I understand. An Fei nodded, but a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

"Huh?" Slanberger suddenly showed a look of surprise, picked a small thing with his toes, flipped a few times, and landed flat on the ground, it was a small brand, the image of a round shield equipped by light infantry, and the small sign depicted a woman with wings, and the wings were black, which was very conspicuous under the blood-red background matching.

"Fallen Angel Crest? Looks like Nanna's status isn't low. Slamber snorted coldly, and a little light bloomed at his fingertips.

"Wait a minute, sir. An Fei said hurriedly.

"Huh?" Slanberger was stunned and turned his gaze to Anfei.

"This ...... Isn't this fallen angel coat of arms important to necromancers?"

"It's important. ”

"My lord, the power of the necromancer is getting stronger now, right?"

"Anfei, just say what you want to do. Slanberger frowned slightly.

"They're stronger than ever, which means they have more secrets than before, and those secrets need more people to keep them. An Fei said slowly, "Nanna, as the lord of Punk City, his position will provide him with the best protection, so I feel that this is a base for necromancers

There is more than one Fallen Angel coat of arms, such as these books, Ken and many more secrets. ”

Slamberge pondered for a moment and nodded.

"Because of the conspiracy, I think now that the necromancers know that you and Lord Buzureano are secretly protecting us, they will abandon their actions after this loss. If we take everything here and leave some traces for them to know, in order to keep their secrets, they may have the courage to rearrange the operation, even if they fear you and Mistress Buzureano in their hearts. An Fei smiled: "In the past, necromancers were always in the dark, but now they have become semi-public, and their shadows are everywhere, I don't think their leaders even have this bit of courage." ”

"There is some truth in your judgment, but it is not absolute. ”

"It makes sense, it's worth trying, and we can destroy it whenever we want. An Fei said softly, "I think you are also unwilling to the current result, right?"

"Aren't you afraid?" said Slanbergé with a smile.

"I've offended them, I'm not afraid that they will come to me, I'm afraid they will come to me too, it's better to ......"

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"It's better to teach them a hard lesson while Buzureano and I are here. Slamberg replied with a smile.

"Agreed?"

"You're not afraid of this kid, and I have no reason to be afraid. ”

"I wish I could see their despair, their fear, if those necromancers could make expressions. An Fei smiled as he reached for something on the ground.

"Don't touch it!" Slanberger suddenly snapped at An Fei.

"Huh?" An Fei retracted his hand as if he had been startled, and looked blankly at Slanberger.

"I've already said that you should never touch such filth in your life. The solemnity on Slanbergé's face flickered.

"Understood, thank you for your concern. An Fei nodded with a look of sudden realization: "That...... Who's going to keep them? ”

Slanberger frowned, his heart was extremely repulsive to these things, let alone touching them, he didn't release his magic to destroy all the things that the necromancer had collected, he was already barely controlling himself.

"I'll do it. Suzanne walked over.

"It's fine. Slambe nodded and said, "You bear with me for a while, and after you give these things to Buzureano, I will expel all the influences for you." ”

Naturally, Anfei stepped aside to make way for Susanna. Taking what belonged to Nanna to sway the necromancers' emotions and adding a bargaining chip between continuing and giving up was a big plan that Amphi had in mind on the spot, but he also added some small actions that were difficult to detect.

He's very good at finding the point in the fog, or creating a fulcrum, to expand his thinking, Suzanne can touch these things, and I can't, why?

More than a dozen thick or thin magic books, some fragments, plus the necromancer's exclusive magic props, Slanberge also appeared in the ground by induction, containing a few ordinary gray magic crystals, these things are contained in a piece of animal skin, Rieslandberge also carefully arranged a seal outside, which allowed Suzanne to carry it.

The rest of the things didn't matter, Slanbergé released the magic of light, but An Fei shot small fireballs everywhere like the legendary Huo De Xingjun, but unfortunately there were not many things to burn in the basement, and the bookshelves and small cabinets that An Fei took care of had been burned into a wall of fire, and the magic books left behind were all engulfed in flames.

The room across the study was also ravaged by An Fei, who was not at all interested in the potions kept by the necromancer, he always thought of the poison in Resident Evil, and he didn't have the courage of a heroine, and even shooting small fireballs was hiding in a distant place and bombing indiscriminately, until Slanberger told him that all potions would lose their original effect after being irradiated by the Divine Flame, and then stopped.

Walking outside through the hole, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion who had been waiting for a long time surrounded them, and one of them looked at the extra package in Susanna's hand, and then asked timidly: "My lord, ...... inside?"

"There are some undead creatures in there, but it doesn't matter, we've cleaned it up, you can live here with peace of mind. Slanberie said lightly.

An Fei retracted the corner of his eye, does it really matter? When the necromancer comes here again, the people who stay here will become unlucky ghosts, because the necromancer wants to get information from them! An Fei understands that Slanberge, as the high priest, should also understand. But on the other hand, there is nothing human emotions are always divided into occasions and positions, and a commoner will not vent his anger to the king, and salvation and glory will not easily fall on the commoner. In fact, even if they are allowed to leave, they may not be able to escape the clutches of the necromancer, because no one will protect them.