"Are you sure? As I said before, they are somewhat aggressive towards the living. ”

"It doesn't matter, even if they have a certain amount of aggression, their physical condition does not allow them to do strenuous sports anymore."

Fisher looked at the dry bones in the cell, which were alive and would be a miracle given their long-term minimal food intake.

Seeing that Fisher wanted to enter, Keken finally asked the soldier to open the door of the cell, and by the way, asked the soldier to hand him the torch, and he also went in with Fisher.

"Actually, you can stay outside, and I'll just go in by myself."

Keken smiled,

"It's okay, I can just use a torch to illuminate you, and I can answer any questions you have as soon as possible."

Fisher nodded, and stepped into the dark, damp cell. As if sensing the entry of a living person, the patient in the cell struggled to get up, but the weak body could not move in any way, and could only struggle in place, staring at Fisher with bulging eyes.

Occasionally, a handful of sturdy patients who had been in the cell for a short time struggled to crawl towards Fisher, reaching out and frantically reaching him, but even so, after a step or two, they had no extra strength, and could only scream impotently in place.

"Have they been identified?"

Fisher crouched beside a patient who couldn't move, and the torch was close enough to see the blue liquid that had dried up on his face, and as Keken said, the blue liquid seeped out of his body.

"Ah, this... This one is a bit more complicated, these people have all kinds of identities, farmers in the wild, hunters, merchants in Schwali, and maids carried by travelers... It doesn't sound like much in common, and according to their friends and family, they haven't been to the same places, and many people even get the disease without leaving their homes. ”

The more Fisher listened, the more his brow furrowed, and the more he marveled at the details of Keken's description. If there is nothing in common, what is the cause of disease?

"There shouldn't have been any corresponding illnesses in the Western Continent before, right, Mr. Fisher?" Crouching on the ground with a torch in hand, Keken said to Fisher, "If you're interested, you can write them into your new paper." Crazy blue is just a random name for me, how about the academic name is Fisher's blue disease? ”

Fisher couldn't laugh or cry,

"It's not that I'm sick, what are you doing with my name?"

Keken laughed too, and the torch flickered slightly, and the light of the fire shifted a little, allowing Fisher to see the patient's somewhat blackened veins through the light.

Something is wrong.

As if sensing something, Fisher borrowed a knife from the soldier next to him, and made a small cut in the patient's shriveled skin, and in his numb and painful roar, the blue viscous liquid slid down the wound and dripped onto the ground.

"Wait, that blue liquid is their blood?"

Keken also found out about this, Fisher just noticed that the color of the body of these people was not quite right, he thought it was caused by insufficient nutritional intake, but he didn't expect that the blood in his whole body turned blue.

Blood vessels and bodily functions appear to be unaffected, with no abnormalities other than the turning of the blood blue.

If that's the case, what about the magic circuit?

Fisher suddenly thought of this.

As long as it is a human being, there must be a complete magic circuit in the body, but unlike a subhuman race like [Witch], the magic circuit of a human only occupies a small part of the body. The reason for the formation of the magic circuit is still frantically debated in the current academic circles.

There are two mainstream views, one is that the magic circuit is a more subtle biological structure, and the reason why it cannot be observed is because the existing technology is insufficient, so humans cannot see it with the naked eye, and can only feel their existence; Another view is that the magic circuit is an existence independent of human biological structure, and it can be felt by humans because it comes from another deeper being, such as the "soul".

This thought flashed through Fisher's mind, and he suddenly picked up the cane in his hand, and a halo engraved with intricate lines at the end of the cane lit up and gently poked at the surface of the patient's body. The next moment, the full magic light suddenly disappeared without a trace when it touched the patient's body, causing Fisher's face to change slightly.

"Mr. Fisher, what are you?"

Hearing Keken's doubts, Fisher didn't speak, but just poked the shining cane lightly against Keken's pants, and this time, the light of the cane snaked up Keken's body, as if there was a tortuous but complete road. Immediately afterward, the light circled around his body and returned to Fisher's staff.

"Oh..."

Keken exhaled comfortably, and when he opened his eyes again, the fog from alcohol had completely disappeared, "This is... Healing magic? ”

Fisher nodded, and the look on his face became extremely grim,

"The magic circuit in these patients is gone."

"Elimination... Gone? ”

Keken almost dropped his jaw in shock, humans have not yet figured out how the magic circuit is formed, and they have not even been able to observe the existence of the magic circuit by means other than magic, and now in front of their eyes, there is a disease that can completely strip the human magic circuit.

And the reason why Fisher did not encounter this disease is because they have never encountered the disappearance of the magic circuit, and of course they do not know what would happen if humans did not have a magic circuit.

"If Schwally's group of forbidden demon scholars knew about this, their worldview would definitely collapse."

After a moment of silence, Keken suddenly muttered.

Schwally's Forbidden Scholars are a school of thought in academia that claims that magic is a life-consuming act based on the burden it places on the body, and by extension, many ideas about the uselessness of magic circuits.

Fisher stood up and said to Keken,

"The conditions here are too rudimentary, I'll take some samples back to St. Nari to take a closer look, and I'll contact you as soon as I have any conclusions."

Kerken glanced at the rudimentary surroundings and knew that even Fisher couldn't jump to conclusions right away.

I saw that Fisher had collected some of their blue blood, and after checking the state of their body's magic circuit with his cane, he was ready to leave Keken for the time being.

"Are you only here for one day?"

Walking downstairs to the prison, Keken still felt a little pity, "It's better to stay here for a few more days, it just so happened that I heard that the Coynin Circus is touring the Southern Continent recently, and I am planning to go and see it." ”

Fisher laughed at Keken's invitation. After all, he had just brought Rafael and the others out from Kochenin's side, and he wondered if the regimental commander named Colin would be so frightened that he would flee immediately when he saw him again.

"Forget it, I have other important things to do." He glanced at Rafael, who was looking in a certain direction, "If you have the chance, return to Saint-Nari and invite you to the opera house." ”

"It's better to go to the Black Mamba Palace."

He smiled gentlemanly, the Black Mamba Palace is an expensive restaurant in St. Nari, where a specialty is a kind of black mamba wine, which was previously reserved for the royal family, and was only sold to the public after the parliamentary reform, although it was expensive.

Fisher nodded, said goodbye to the carriage of Keken, and deliberately walked down the street where subhuman slaves were sold.

Rafael followed him without saying a word, and the atmosphere in the streets, which was strangely silent, was as if it were a thick pool.

"Please take a look at my goods, the werewolves in the nursing home, and the precious dragonmen, whose blood and scales are so treasured!"

Fisher glanced at the trembling baby dragon race in the cage, where his footsteps paused slightly, as if waiting for something, but after a second or two, the atmosphere was still silent.

So he pinched his hat, picked up his cane, and walked to the racecourse.

Behind him, Rafael looked at the dragon slave in the cage, gritted his teeth and clenched his claws, and tied a small swirling knot at the end of his tail, those who are familiar with the dragon race must know that this is the posture of the dragon race about to explode.

"Go, go, where are the dragon slaves, get out of here, don't get in the way here."

Perhaps Rafael had been in front of the cage for too long, and the bandaged hunter gave a "tsk" and waved his hand at Rafael like a fly. And she just lowered her head, and steam began to rise from her clothes again, startling the hunter, and subconsciously retreating back.

"You damn it... What about your master? Why would this stuff run around the streets! ”

"Rafael..."

Rafael's body paused slightly, she turned her head stiffly, and saw in front of her, Fisher looked sideways at her, and spoke softly.

She understood what Fisher meant, the game belonged to the two of them, and if she dared to do it to the other humans, then the game would not go on again, so Ral...

As if she were about to crush her teeth, Rafael lowered her head and fell silent, even the terrible steam slowly subsided.

"Huh... Your damn master finally knows the dangers of letting a mad dog run around, so stay away from me, or I'll call the soldiers over and get that damn bastard away!" ”

Seeing this scene, the slave trader beside him, who was gasping for breath with fright, seemed to see her bound by the slave mark, and his face became annoyed again, and he stretched out his finger and pointed at Rafael and shouted.

Although Rafael could not understand human language, she could clearly see the disgusting expression on the hunter's face.

Damn, damn it, damn it, damn it!!

Damn humans!

Damn it!!

"Roar!!"

The steam on her body exploded, and the slave trader next to her flew upside down in an instant. She couldn't hold back any longer, the claws in her hands opened like five knives, her pupils narrowed, and she rushed towards the tall, back-to-back Fisher.

The anger in her heart seemed to burn her body to the ground, and the steam that roared from her body made passers-by retreat in fright, for fear of being hurt by the mad dragonman.

The gentleman in Rafael's field of vision, however, did not move.

Fisher only looked back at her slightly, his left hand buckled on his hat, and under the pure black brim, a pair of eyes were cold and terrifying.