It was a very strange feeling, Jiang Chenchuan could hardly tell the state of Toole Claes at this time, his eyes were full of strange fear, and he wanted to do something, but he couldn't do anything.

"Toller Claes...... Are you alright?"

Jiang Chenchuan leaned close to the window and tried to communicate with him.

I saw him slowly raise his arm and point to his neck, only to see that the bandage was stained with a lot of blood, Ethan noticed the situation on Jiang Chenchuan's side, and also turned his head to look.

"He's ...... It's not like it's fine."

There was a hint of concern in Ethan's words, and he looked at the blood stains on Tole Claes' fingers, and wrote on the glass in front of him:

Curse.

The woman on the phone said that for seven days, he could only stay in the house and could not see anyone else, so when he saw Jiang Chenchuan and them, he thought he was dead.

For a moment, it was as if his soul had been drained clean, as if he had lost the support of his bones, and he suddenly collapsed on the chair, but he waited for a while, but he did not wait for death.

Maybe he didn't leave the house, and the conditions of the curse were not met, so he still had hope of living.

Tole Claes sat up from his chair all of a sudden, and he stood in front of the window staring at Jiang Chenchuan's every move.

Jiang Chenchuan, who saw the blood word, reacted instantly, and the witch arrived one step first, faster than all of them.

The lingering blood in the room, and then the police officers who arrived saw the scene in the house, they also covered their mouths and noses, and some young people even ran out and vomited after taking a look.

"It's a big deal, Ewell, inform the museum......

Ethan patted Jiang Chenchuan on the shoulder, he glanced at Beritto's angry expression, hesitated for a moment, and continued:

"If you don't want Berlito to be exposed, let him leave the scene sooner, after all, a child is not suitable to be here."

"Yes."

Jiang Chenchuan looked at Berlito, and his next action was completely opposed to the witch, and there might even be a lot of risk.

"Berlito, come here."

Jiang Chenchuan beckoned.

Even if there were thousands of emotions in his heart, hearing Jiang Chenchuan's call, Berlito still came to him obediently, with his head down and his shoulders shrugged, like a poor puppy that no one wanted.

"You go back first, wait for my news."

"But ......"

Berlito wanted to argue about something, but when he raised his head and saw Jiang Chenchuan's eyes, he held back the next words.

"Got it."

Hearing his answer, Jiang Chenchuan touched Berito's head and asked him to leave first.

Looking at the looming curse mark on their hands, everything has a price, and no matter how well the witch knows about them, they still have no clue about the establishment and removal of the "curse".

"Ethan, do you know anything about curses?"

The atmosphere in the room was too depressing, Jiang Chenchuan and Ethan came outside first to take a breath, but even the fresh cold air could not wash away that blood.

"As far as I know, spells are actually another branch of alchemy, and they also have to follow the laws and regulations, but the only difference is ......

Ethan lowered his head, found a random stone, and began to scribble on the ground, looking like this, he really wanted to teach Jiang Chenchuan some alchemy knowledge.

"You see, this is the basic pattern of a simple alchemy circle, and then fill in the corresponding spells on it, and when the awakened person injects his own power into it, it is a prerequisite for this circle to work."

Ethan drew a perfect circle on the ground with his bare hands and began to write a strange and strange text.

"Like some complex formations, there needs to be a corresponding equivalent, although in principle it is an equivalent exchange, but generally we will pay much more than we get."

"Energy expenditure."

It's like going back to modern chemistry

Classrooms, even if they are different times and worlds, have a lot of similarities in their inner primitiveness.

Hearing Jiang Chenchuan's answer, Ethan showed a little appreciative gaze.

"Yes, alchemy can be strong or weak, and it can play different roles in areas that are not used, but for spells, there are a few differences."

There is very little research on spells in Yinglanbeier, and only the library of the Atlas Alchemy Institute records some materials and books about spells, but fortunately, he read them privately out of curiosity.

"What's the difference?"

"Spell is a special form of alchemy born for harm, using various mediums to form corresponding imprints and play different roles, in short, to lift the curse, it is not as simple as the reversal of alchemy."

Jiang Chenchuan's blue eyes fell in the direction of Toller Claes, and the most critical thing now is the so-called information asymmetry.

They are in the light, and the witch is in the dark.

"Cursed...... There's a price to pay, right?"

"If I'm not mistaken, once the curse fails, it will come back to the sorcerer in an even more terrible form, and even if it succeeds, the sorcerer will pay far more than he receives."

Ethan affirmed.

It seemed to be some kind of echo, and there was a faint stinging pain in the unformed mark on the hand, which was the panic of not being able to find the source.

"What about this?"

So far, there is nothing to hide, taking the initiative is always much more effective than passively beating, the curse is not without a price, and there must be an important reason why the witch can use it frequently.

"Ewell, you ......"

Seeing the traces on Jiang Chenchuan's hands, Ethan immediately understood.

"Can you trace the medium of this curse......

Ethan hesitated for a moment, then he raised his hand, his fingertips as if there was some kind of light, drawing something in the air.

Suddenly, a wisp of black smoke rose from the imprint, drifting away into the distance.

If they can find a medium, maybe this time is their first opportunity, Jiang Chenchuan and Ethan glanced at each other, confirmed the information in each other's eyes, and invariably walked in the direction guided by the black smoke.

"What about the cursed man?"

"Wait, maybe maintaining the status quo is the best thing for him to do at the moment."

The carriage stopped at the door, and the police had already pulled up the cordon, so much of the movement caused many passers-by to stop and watch, and I don't know if there were any people from the Witch Sect who were hiding in the shadows, quietly watching everything that happened in front of them.

"We've informed the museum that they'...... Sir, where are you going?"

The surrounding policemen looked at Jiang Chenchuan in puzzlement as they drove the carriage and turned around to leave, and Tole Claes stood by the window, quietly watching the carriage get farther and farther away.

In the end, it is so small that it disappears.