From Winston's first step out of Ironpeak, the power of darkness that had been lost for a long time seemed to be everywhere, and Winston instinctively felt that something unusual was happening, but the cunning guy Kruger seemed to have his own calculations and kept silent about it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The experience of his past life made it clear to Winston that the lack of information was fatal, so he had to find out what was really going on in this world no matter what.

The magical holy city of Aidor has undoubtedly become a good choice.

Stepping into the wide streets, everything seemed to be ahead of its time, with magic street lamps on both sides, constructed golems that carried items behind their owners, and magical levitators flying in the sky.

Winston's surprise as he entered the city caused pedestrians on the street to look at him with sneer, and Winston laughed at himself, "Did I go to the wrong set and come to the sci-fi world?"

"Sir!"

A young man with fluffy hair and dressed in sackcloth came to Winston and said with a look of expectation, "My name is Bivis, do you need a guide? ”

Winston pulled a silver coin out of his bosom and tossed it to him, "Well, who's the most magically knowledgeable person in town?"

Bevis rubbed the silver coin twice on his body and happily put it in his arms, "It's Professor Bertreme, a powerful magister and teacher of the history of magic at Walcott House. ”

"Take me to him!"

"Yes, sir, please come with me. ”

With Beavis leading the way, Winston made his way through the bustling streets to the outside of a garden house.

Bivis rang the doorbell. Soon, a man's voice came from inside the door, "Who are you?"

Beavis snorted, "Hello, we're students at Walcott College, and we'd love to see Professor Bertreim. ”

"How so? My lord was recently invited by the Holy Magister of Berg to live in Walcott Academy, you should be looking for him at the Academy. ”

Suspicious voices were heard from inside the door.

Bevis quickly pretended to be enlightened, "Oh, we recently went out to practice, and we didn't know about it, thanks for informing me, sorry for the interruption." ”

Dealing with the butler in the garden room in Bertleme, Bivis said apologetically to Winston, "Unfortunately, the person you are looking for is not at home. ”

Winston asked, "Can you take me to Walcott College?"

Beavis was puzzled: "I'm afraid this won't work, Walcott House is a completely closed magic school, and it usually only accepts visits from students' families, and it is difficult for outsiders to enter." ”

Winston put aside his desire to find the circle from Chu Laopeng, and instead instructed Bivis, "Take me to the most well-informed place here." ”

"Yes sir, please follow me!"

Bivis readily agreed.

Following in his footsteps, Winston made his way through the crowds, leaving the most prosperous center and coming to a dirtier place.

Just across the street, Winston seems to have entered the world of black and white from the world of color, with houses built of bluestone at random, creepers winding wildly, and traces of paint peeling can be seen in a few places.

"Don't run!"

A group of men chased a thin man with sticks and ran past them.

The emaciated man accidentally fell to the ground, and the people who rushed up behind him smashed him with sticks and smashed him deadly.

The sound of punching and kicking was accompanied by wailing, and Bevis looked at Winston with a pale face.

Glancing back indifferently, Winston said calmly, "Continue to lead the way." ”

Bevis hesitated: "Sir, that person ......"

"What? You know. Winston asked, surprised.

"No, I just think he's going to be killed," Bivis explained. ”

"Then continue to lead the way. ”

Winston said coldly.

A wordless force oppressed him, and Bivis turned his head weakly and continued to lead the way for him.

Bivis leads Winston into a casino where gamblers are half-dressed and yelling, and it looks like a kind of civilian place.

The casino steward glanced at Winston, nodded to Bivis, and then said to Winston, "Come with me." ”

"My lord, I can't go in with you anymore. Bivis said.

Winston nodded, and followed the casino steward, "You seem to know what I'm coming for?"

The casino steward grinned and said, "Whoever comes here will get the results they want." ”

"Then I just hope that the result is not too bad. ”

Winston pouted.

Led by the casino steward, Winston went around to a small room in the back.

The lighting here is very dim, giving it a feeling of oppression.

"Hello, Lord Winston of Ironpeak. ”

Hoarse voices came from all corners of the room.

With a frown, Winston used the true vision of the dragon pupil to the extreme, and finally caught the figure lurking in the shadows in the darkness, turned to face the direction of the speaker and said, "You know me?"

"Hehe, that's amazing!"

was seen through the form, and the person had no need to hide anymore, and slowly walked out of the darkness.

It's an assassin! Although his body is wrapped in a black cloak, he has a sleek and sharp feeling from the moment he appears.

"Your head has been fried to 500,000 gold coins in the underground world, I can't imagine that you dare to run around alone, should you say that you are confident or rash?"

"Hahaha, I can't imagine that I still have a valuable gold bump on my neck, and I don't have to worry about selling it in the next life if I lack money one day. Winston smiled nonchalantly.

"Aren't you worried that you won't be able to get out of here?"

Winston glanced around and said disdainfully, "Is it just the 26 people in your room?"

"Hmm, it deserves to be called the rare Zhongxing lord of Yingdila, and this eyesight alone is enough to make people fearful. ”

"Looks like you don't want to fight me anymore, so let's talk about the deal I brought to the table. Winston laughed, "I want to know about all the recent fluctuations in dark power!"

"What's the point of you investigating this?"

Faced with his doubts, Winston threw a bag of gold coins over.

"Well, the Holy See of Light has been preaching that all the darkness has been expelled under the glory of the God of Light, but in fact, there are still remnants of the dark race on the continent after the First Mythical War, including some subraces derived from the power of the abyss. ”

As he explained, a man from the darkness handed over a scroll.

Glancing at the scroll, his body stiffened visibly.

Quickly rolled up the scroll and threw it over, "This is what you want." ”

"Thank you!"

The scroll began, and the figure of the assassin gradually disappeared into the darkness.