"That's all that happened three days ago in the slums of the Klogan district of the Gate of the North, reported by Frick Sierra Leone, a scribe who belongs to the Grand Library of the Gate of the North. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Standing in the middle of a makeshift lecture hall in an empty office in the Great Library, Frick couldn't help but sigh secretly. In the past three days, he has spent a very similar day, living a monotonous life between the dormitory and the lecture hall.

Although Eric Hothka had been smashed with a mechanic by the soldiers who had come to his aid, there were still many people who wanted to know about the "moving corpse" that had appeared in the slums. For them, the most suitable people to ask questions are Dean and Frick, who are directly related to them.

They were clearly victims being chased by monsters, but these guys questioned them as if they were prisoners, and they didn't feel the kindness they deserved. If it weren't for Flick's connections in the library, the guys would have even considered using some extraordinary means.

In fact, these people are obviously not members of the scrivener system, and the members of the scrivener team in charge of recording the report are not kind to these guys, but from the occasional friction between them, it is difficult to tell whether the cause of the conflict is a problem with the position or the words and actions of these guys are too rude.

Whatever the source of their conflict, it was easy for Frick to spot that the members of the Scribes were secretly stumbling over their work. Especially when recording the report, the procedures that should be carried out at the same time appear to be working on the surface, but after Frick realizes that he has almost deliberately lied that he is not very precise and has not been recognized by the techniques, he confirms that those techniques are actually similar but completely ineffective.

He didn't know if it was at the behest of Curator Black or if the scriveners had chosen it themselves, but their pretense had helped him dissociate himself from the incident by fabricating the story. In most cases, incomplete truths can be described in a vague way, and some sharp questions can be bypassed with answers that seem to be rigorous, but in fact most of them are lies.

However, even if he can make up the story at will, the repetition of the account is still exhausting, and the people who have listened to him and Dean report the incident have changed many times these days, and the fatigue of high nervous tension is gradually accumulating. Frick didn't see a single familiar face among the people who came to hear the daily report of the incident, but a closer look at the flow of magic around them could easily tell that they were magicians.

However, these sorcerers probably didn't care much about what happened to Frick and Dean, because it was somewhat surmising from their questions that they didn't really care about what happened that night. They were more concerned about the curse that resides in him than the identity of the "dry corpse".

It's not just boring, it's just boring—he feels the same thing when he repeats the same thing, and the people around him who listen to his report probably feel the same way. The people on the stage are talking about false reports, and the people in the audience are pretentious and throwing out a question or two in the hope of getting more valuable feedback.

This time, it was almost the same process as in all previous sessions, and the mages who came were all drowsy. The members of the Scrivener team remained silent all the time, pretending to be intently recording Frick's report and the Q&A between the two sides.

Compared to the first group of domineering wizards, these people were a little more relaxed, but they didn't seem to have much interest in why Frick was in the slums. The questions raised by these men focused on the direction in which the soldiers had fought Eric Hoska, and it seemed that the adventurer was doing great damage on his own.

In the process of fighting the soldiers, the "giant snake" formed by the condensation of sludge on his body still violently flails its tail as the main means of attack. A powerful force invisible to the naked eye easily destroyed everything it touched, and of course left many traces of serious damage.

The answer given by Frick was almost identical to the soldier's report: the attack from the enemy was almost completely invisible, and every once in a while, it would have the effect of bombarding a huge mass object in the vicinity, so it was speculated that the attack was most likely caused by a spell.

This is what Frick thinks of as a "normal person" who observes them from a normal perspective, and since the sludge embodied by the curse is all based on the observation of "vision", he believes that this is not suitable for answering these questions.

"I see, thank you for your assistance these days, Mr. Frick Sierra Leone. Finally, the man who looked like the leader of the group of mages nodded, "Regarding the events of that night, if you have anything to think of in the future, I hope you will choose to talk to us in time." ”

After saying these words, which he probably didn't care about either, he stopped talking to Frick and left the conference room with his sorcerers.

At the end of the day, this kind of behavior is just wasting the time of both parties with meaningless behavior. Just as businessmen always talk about time as money, these people are certainly not unaware of how precious time is, but they still choose to spend their own lives and those of others in this kind of activity.

But Frick was skeptical that he had the information they wanted to know, because the questions of the visitors were too scattered. They kept asking the perpetrators of the destruction from what happened, and they also dwelt for a long time on seemingly inconsequential issues.

Whatever the sorcerers who had come to investigate what had happened, Frick wanted to find out if they could see the black sludge that had materialized the curse. But the trouble is that these questions probably can't be answered in a straightforward way.

Although observing the forms of those curses with the professional eye of a mage may lead to a completely different perspective than he did as a scribe. But before then, Frick himself could become the research material of these sorcerers—not to mention that his blood seemed to have wonderful properties.

According to information obtained from some less reliable sources, the autopsy of Eric Hoska's body has been completed in the past few days. The decaying and decaying body was reduced to pieces under the scalpel, and then received the new name "Sample".

The fragments collected from the corpses had withered like dry wood, and it was clear that traces of cursed erosion could be observed in the exfoliated tissue samples. In particular, some of the black liquids that looked like blood, which were not much left in his body, but he could feel that they were filled with highly concentrated magic.

Since ancient times, blood has been considered the essence of magic, and it is even known as the "currency of life", and it is one of the most advanced magic catalysts. If too much magic is found in Eric Hoska's blood, then the curse is considered to have penetrated his blood.

Then it was only a matter of time before he would eventually become a carrier of "sludge" because of the curse, and Frick's blood only accelerated the process. As for himself, he didn't seem to know that Frick's blood had a catalytic effect, so he burned his rotten body with the blood mixed with the liquid at that time.

Under the influence of the catalytic effect of blood, the curse that lodged in his bloodline was activated, and Eric Hoska lost control of his body and became a walking corpse - and the end result was that he became a monster and was shot by the soldiers with a mechanic.

Despite the corpse's qualities attracting the attention of people from different fields, it seems that no one has recognized the identity of the corpse from the beginning to the end. His appearance had changed so much over the years that no one could recognize the once-famous adventurer from his withered countenance.

In the eyes of those who know the truth, this may be a kind of sadness, but to be able to pass away silently without being known, this ending may be what he has been hoping for when he is tortured by the curse and becomes inhuman. And as yet another adventurer who has suffered a tragedy in the North of the Middle, his case may have scared some speculators who want to try their luck here—and he himself doesn't want anyone to get close to some secrets that should be hidden.

And Flick, he just wants to go to the bathroom to get rid of the discomfort in his stomach in one go, and he really can't care about too many other problems. The symptoms of the visual hallucinations are still worsening, and even though his right eye has regained vision, the "new abilities" that are still developing are gradually fixed.

As he was being chased by Eric Hoska, Frick noticed that the magic in his body was changing further than he had originally expected. Although he escaped with his new ability, he had already somewhat anticipated what this uncontrollable ability would become after further development.

The periodic visual hallucinations have finally become a persistent reaction to consciousness, and it is simply a bad development that people can't help but applaud. Uncontrollable forces would put the master in a difficult situation, and he now finally understood the specific situation that this sentence refers to.

Even if he just casually looked around what should be just an ordinary landscape, he could occasionally see corners full of unnatural decorations, but he had not yet been able to simply laugh at the presence of tentacles or extra arms on the bodies of colleagues passing by.

I'm afraid that I can't easily adapt in a short period of time, and forcibly endure the discomfort caused by both psychology and physiology, Flick continues to live every day.