The Blood Beast finally retreated, and when the main entrance of the mansion returned to the stillness it had been in the middle of the night, all that was left was a mess, a suffocating smell of blood in the air, and a lingering stench.

Jet-black blood flowed down the steps on both sides, like a group of waterfalls cascading on top of each other. Countless pieces of flesh and stumps smeared on the once snow-white stone surface, and the two pillars in the center were tormented by the force of an axe, completely losing their former solemn glory.

Many of the guards and servants sat on the ground, some gasping for breath with blank eyes, as if they had not recovered from the battle to the death, and some buried their heads in the crooks of their arms together, sobbing quietly, as if to vent their fear of escaping death.

Pollus slowly stood up, his tall, burly body stained with thick blood plasma, and the fine blood water intertwined, looking like a meandering stream, slowly flowing down the surface of his undulating muscles. The barbarian's chest heaved violently, as if the blow he had just hit had taken him out of great strength. The corners of his mouth were pursed, and his brow was furrowed in one place, making his face look a little statuesque-hard.

Next to the column, near the steps, Semar scrambled to his feet, looking at the burly figure and not knowing what to say. If the Cleaner and his partner are insane, then the Barbarian is a machine, a war machine that lives to fight and dies to fight...... He summed it up in his mind.

Sitting not far away, 86 obviously wouldn't know that he had been put in the same category as a barbarian by the young mage. His heart was completely focused on something else. "Boss, what's wrong? Quack quack...... skull's laughing voice came on time, "but don't worry, it's you who are weak, not the other clearers, although it hurts a little, but I still have to say that." ”

"No, what I'm thinking about is the owner of this group of blood beasts. It should have nothing to do with this barbarian......" No. 86 smiled bitterly, "Do you want me to fight this war maniac......?"

"Don't worry, if there really is a moment. I'd love to help you with that!" Skull replied very simply.

No. 86 tried to make a symbolic rebuttal, but found that the head of the guard's gaze had shifted from the darkness of the night to him and Semar. Things have developed to this point, and it would be the most unwise choice to pretend to know nothing anymore. Thinking of this, he glanced at the mage. Straight up from the ground.

"It seems that you are not a simple gardener, and you are not really a newcomer anymore...... "The barbarian said, raising his arm, and with a thud he slashed the great axe into the ground in front of the door, then let go of the wooden handle and walked towards 86 and Semar. "I think you should have something to say to me. The chain around his wrist dragged behind him, long enough to take him a long distance, even if it was linked to a great axe.

Both Semar and 86 understood what the hint was to let go of their weapons - at least for now. Their relationship is not hostile, but if something happens, the man in front of him is capable enough to fight back.

The mage bit his lower lip, it seemed that the other party had already noticed him, he thought to himself, and spoke first. "As you can see, my true identity is that of a battlemage from Saint-Slan, and believe it or not, I have come to this manor for the purpose of spreading evil here. "Finished. He turned to look at Number 86, and at the same time, Pollus nodded noncommittally.

Before 86 could speak, Mott's voice came first. "Except for identity. Tell him the truth, Boss," said the skull, "I'll be watching." ”

"Yes. Number 86 replied in his heart, and then explained to the chief of the guard, "Exactly. I'm not the florist you know, Mr. Al Black, but when I'm gone, your florist will be back to his job intact, and I hope you'll see what I mean. He looked at the barbarian and continued, "Mister Mage and I are not companions, but we have come here for a common purpose - this manor hides evil from the Burning Hell, and it is even more regrettable that it is not just passing through. ”

Pollus listened, but did not speak immediately, his gaze still resting on Number 86, as if judging the truth of the words just now. "Ancient Interferers...... Ghosts out of this world...... I, in the legends of our ancestors, have heard of your deeds......" The barbarian's voice was low and hoarse, as if rummaging through his memory for a few words from the past. As he spoke, he turned his gaze to Semar and said to them, "It doesn't matter if you are honest or not, for the truth will always be revealed when the fog clears. But either way, thank you for the help you have just had, otherwise my men would have suffered heavy casualties. Pollus said, bowing solemnly.

No. 86 and Semar were stunned for a moment, and just as they wanted to return the salute, the barbarian had already straightened up and turned to walk towards the guards at the door. "As for the evil, they still follow them, even after many years...... his voice is so soft that it can only be heard by the two of 86.

"What do he mean?......" 86 said with a frown, it was clear that the barbarian's words must have implied something.

The skull shook its head directly. "I don't know, but the Eric people are like that, they speak in a stereotypical way, and they always want to attribute what happened to the prophecy of the Lord God or the ancestors......" it said, "It's too tiring to deal with them. ”

"But he does know about your existence, doesn't he?" said the mage inwardly, "Interferer—the name is not quite accurate, but the Eric know the world as much as any other race. ”

Mott pursed his lips in displeasure, though the fleshless bones looked a little grim at the action. "Interference? huh...... Prejudice really comes from subjective likes and dislikes, I remember my master saying so. ”

"Do you think there's something wrong with him?" asked Number 86 directly.

The flames in Mott's eyes flickered and flickered, and he seemed to be a little unsure. "I can't see it, but even if it's okay, but to say that he has nothing to do with these lifeless little bugs, do you believe it?"

Absolutely not believing it - this answer was not spoken, but it came to the minds of 86 and Semar at the same time. The two of them glanced at each other, and followed the barbarian as he walked over.

The guards at the gate struggled to their feet when they saw the chief of the guard, and some of them had their eyes wandering unnaturally over 86 and Semar. There is a taste of wanting to talk and stopping.

The inspector in the hall staggered forward a few steps with the support of his men. "Team, Captain, do you still want these two guys to enter the mansion?......" His face was bloodless, and his body trembled uncontrollably, "There is a good chance that these two unknown guys have something to do with this group of monsters! You can't ...... just now!

"That's enough!" the barbarian shouted angrily, interrupting the inspector's unfinished words, and he stared at the round man as he walked over step by step. "Has selfishness and stupidity blinded you? Lord from Simachi! As for the ...... inside the manor," Pollus's gaze swept over the guards and servants present, but no one dared to look at him, "when others repay your indifference with help, I hope you remember how to write the word shame!"

The barbarian's roar echoed through the hall, many of the guards and servants bowed their heads in silence, and the inspector who stood by him snorted his lips twice in retort, but finally retreated awkwardly with his men.

Pollus took a deep breath, he didn't want to be too mean at this time, because the crisis in front of him was probably far from over. "What are you doing standing here?" he commanded in a loud voice, "the maid goes and takes care of the wounded." If you can still move, bring me tables and chairs to build fortifications! Guards, pick up your weapons and assemble at the main gate at once! If you want to survive, move for me!"

With the command of the chief of the guard, the people gathered in the hall immediately became active, and 86 and Semar found a remote corner and sat down. They needed to rest so much, even if the injuries on their bodies were not serious, but the fierce battle just now consumed a lot of their physical strength.

A maid placed the bandaging linen and a small jar of water in front of them, and then retreated in a little panic. The mage looked at the other party's expression and shook his head, revealing a helpless wry smile. "What's wrong, do you feel hurt?" said 86, wiping the blood from his body. Bandaging the more serious wounds briefly, he looked around for Tik Jr.

"Hurt?no, that's a no-brainer for me......" The young mage flipped through the large book in his hand, trying to see what magic he could still use. "I was an orphan, and at a very young age, I was constantly ostracized by the adults and friends of the village as a freak, can you imagine? This kind of talent brought me low self-esteem and loneliness from the beginning, and I always wondered why I was different from others, could it be the punishment of the Lord God on me?......

The mage said. While lighting a small flame on his fingers, he slowly slashed through the wounds on his body, and the wounds that had been burned by the flames gradually stopped the blood gushing out, and dried up as if they had been roasted dry.

Mott, who was flying in the air, looked at the mage's movements and said: "This kind of treatment method is used as little as possible, it is just a temporary closure of the wound on the body, in the days to come, there will always be a ...... for you" The skull said, "There are too many patches, and no matter how strong the skin is, there will be a day when it will be broken." You have violated the teachings of the elements......"

"Thank you, thanks for the reminder. Semar smiled at Mott, "But there's no way around it, isn't it?" he continued on the subject, "My childhood really had nothing to do with happiness, and I was always wandering from one place to another...... If it weren't for my mentor who found out about me, I'm afraid I would have died in some unknown corner......"

The mage shook the flame from his finger and completed the "tinkering" of himself. "To this day, I still remember the words of my mentor who put his warm palms over my head as I curled up in the alley next to a bakery on a rainy night, waiting for them to throw out dinner...... "He smiled warmly, "and he said, "Son, do you know that the Lord God has given you the greatest gift in the world......

Semar took a deep breath, and when he looked up, 86 and Mott saw the purest zeal and the brightest light in his eyes. "I can't change other people's opinions, I just know that I can help more people stay away from evil, so that they can enjoy the ordinary of happiness, and that's enough......"

No. 86 opened his mouth slightly, and the skull flying next to him turned his head away and muttered. "Look at this guy who has been washed by the Ring of Sanctions......" Number 86 winked apologetically at Semar, but he knew full well that sarcasm was just a disguise that Mott often showed, hiding his inner world deeply, deeply.

Semar smiled and spread his hands, indicating that it was nothing. At this time, a thin figure ran towards No. 86 with a "kick and foot". "Sir, sir, are you alright?!" the boy's face still had undried tears, and the fact that he could see No. 86 again obviously made him feel much more relieved, "I, I thought you would die outside......"

"Why! I promised to protect you!" said Number 86, rubbing the boy's hair.

Semar, who was sitting next to him, seemed to remember something. "Ha, wait, little one!" the mage looked down and rummaged in his belt bag for a moment, and when he raised his arm to reach for little Tik, there was a large yellow-orange apple in his hand. "Hungry, aren't you, here, a little gift for you!"

The boy's gaze was immediately drawn to it, and his throat shook as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, but instead of reaching out directly to take it, he turned his gaze to number 86, which was full of the taste of inquiry. "Eat, I'm never in the habit of abusing apprentices!" said No. 86 with a smile.

With No. 86's approval, Tike Jr. immediately took the apple and held it in his hand. "Thank you, uncle!uh...... Thank you, brother!" the boy said hesitantly, two sweet dimples appearing on the corners of his upturned mouth.

"Hahaha...... This little one!" 86 laughed at along with Semar at the clever little Timke.

"If I were him, I'd be more worried about whether this was a real apple, or magical fast ......food made of arcane dust," Mott said, and the figure flying in the air suddenly froze, as if he had discovered something. "Look who's here? I almost forgot about him. ”

Following the gaze of the skull, No. 86 and Semar looked over together, and on the wide steps connecting the second floor in the middle of the hall, Albert, the old butler, who had not appeared for a long time, appeared quietly. At this time, he was standing with Pollus whispering something, and a pair of stereotyped, somewhat uncomfortable green eyes looked over from time to time. (To be continued.) )