In the church, two elderly people sat opposite each other.

Smith was a little nervous, he fidgeted, until he saw Merlin take a sip of tea, he couldn't help but say:

"Mr. Archwizard, you came to Arkham Town to notice ......"

The latter words stuck in Smith's throat, and his mouth was dry, and he didn't know how to phrase it for a while.

The work of the Great Wizard is very busy, the kingdom is far from peaceful now, and the dark wizards who yearn for eternal life, power, and power have never stopped.

A guy like a ripper, who just destroys evidence, kills sheriffs and detectives who track him down, and only replenishes witchcraft materials once for a long time, can almost be called a Buddha.

Most of the dark wizards are almost either killing or on the way to killing, because the too chaotic nature of black witchcraft makes all dark wizards crazy, and they can do whatever it takes to gain great power.

Once, there was a city with a population of about 100,000 that was transformed into a sea of undead under the sacrifice of a dark wizard.

In order to avoid this from happening, the people of the church have no day to rest, the knights have to hunt down the dark wizards everywhere, the white wizards have to sit in the major cities to prevent the tragedy from happening here, and the great wizards like Merlin, who stand at the top of the church, have to keep tracking down the most powerful and crazy guys among the dark wizards.

At this moment, seeing Merlin suddenly visit a remote town like Arkham Town, the hidden meaning almost made Smith's hands and feet cold.

Maybe it's a few seconds, or maybe it's hundreds of years.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched in Smith's feelings, and I don't know how long it took for the teacup in Merlin's hand to slowly fall.

"Smith, don't worry." Merlin's voice was flat, and he could certainly see Smith's nervousness.

"Don't kill us on the spot, after all, I'm not a demon, and I don't grow grass everywhere I go, right?"

Merlin casually made a joke, and when he heard this, Smith's tense muscles slowly relaxed, and the beads of sweat on his forehead were dense, and he wiped them.

"Mr. Grand Wizard, is there anything I can help me with when you come to Arkham Town?"

"Really." Merlin's face froze.

"I heard you captured a dark wizard today?"

"That's right, the Ripper was captured by Zhang, the genius detective in our town, and the knights of the church."

"Knight?" Merlin was a little confused.

"Is there a Knights of the Church in Arkham?"

"No, no, no, Mr. Archwizard, Mr. Ludwig said he tracked the Dark Wizard all the way to our town."

Merlin's eyelids lifted slightly.

"Ludwig?"

He casually drew a curtain of light, and in the fluorescent was a young man in his twenties, in his prime.

"That's right, it's him."

Smith recognized the youth in the light curtain at a glance.

"Then I see, if it was Ludwig, it would be very simple."

Merlin was familiar with the young man, he had become a great knight in his twenties, and when he left the church, even the head of the knights did not dare to say that he could defeat him.

Although he is no longer in the church, Ludwig is still the strongest blade against dark wizards.

As for Detective Zhang?

Merlin naturally ignored the name.

"You give this to Ludwig and tell him I'm in church."

Smith reached out and took a badge he hadn't seen before, but he didn't ask what it was, he was just a priest, and the church hierarchy still didn't know about it.

After more than ten minutes, until Merlin poured a second glass of water, the church door was pushed open.

"Mr. Merlin!"

Ludwig was excited to see Merlin, although he had left the church to hunt down a certain dark wizard, but he never weakened his admiration for Merlin, who suppressed the dark wizards all over the world.

"I haven't seen you for so many years, but I didn't expect you to be the same as before. Ludwig, I'm glad to see that you haven't lost your faith. ”

"Come here, sit down in front of me."

Merlin beckoned Ludwig to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

Seeing this, Smith naturally sat aside and began to serve tea and water without saying a word.

"I heard that the first thing you did when you came to Arkham Town was to capture a dark wizard?"

Ludwig thanked him and picked up his teacup.

"That's right, I heard the legend of Arkham in the last town, so I've been chasing him and arresting him."

"It's really your style." Merlin smiled, as if casually asking.

"And what do you think of this dark wizard?" As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and watched carefully at every change in Ludwig's expression through the reflection of the water in the teacup.

"Very strong."

"Oh?" Merlin was a little surprised.

"It's really rare to hear this sentence from your mouth, how strong is it?"

"Very strong." Ludwig's tone was heavier, he paused, and then commented.

"Even if you are a knight master, if you don't have intelligence, I'm afraid you have no chance of winning."

Merlin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"And how did you capture him?" As he spoke, he took a closer look at Ludwig.

"And it looks like you're not hurt."

Hearing this, Ludwig's heart jumped, and he said quietly:

"If it were me, I would be afraid that this operation would be dead, but I have a very strong helper in this operation."

"Helper?"

"Yes, there's a detective in Arkham Town, and he's very strong in reasoning."

Merlin suddenly remembered that Smith had told him that the capture of the Ripper was done by a detective and Ludwig.

Listening to Ludwig's words, it seems that the detective is not as simple as making up the numbers.

"Such a high rating?" Merlin smiled.

"It's not like you, haven't you always liked to rely on yourself?"

Ludwig shook his head, his face solemn.

"This time is different, Mr. Zhang's ability is very strong, and I would not have been able to live without him."

Merlin became more and more interested in Ludwig's Zhang Huaiying.

"Ludwig, Smith. I'm here this time because I need your help. ”

"Mr. Merlin, please speak." Seeing this, Smith had his own business, and hurriedly sat up straight.

"I'm going to find something here, I need someone who knows Arkham well, and he's going to have to have some skills, especially when it comes to gathering clues."

"Do you have any recommendations?"

As soon as the words fell.

"Zhang should be fine."

"Detective Zhang will definitely be able to do it."

Looking at the two of them who said the answer at the same time, Merlin smiled as if he had expected it.

"Looks like this Zhang is an interesting person, okay, that's it."

Smith spoke from the side:

"Zhang is a detective, if you don't want to reveal your identity, Mr. Great Wizard, you can directly send a commission to hire him."

"Okay, Smith, you can do it, I'll go first."

Merlin came and went fast.

After leaving a sentence, the whole person disappeared into the church, and looking at the empty seat in front of him, Smith rubbed his face vigorously.

This is the Great Wizard, Zhang, you're in luck.

He thought silently in his mind.

You have to take this opportunity, I can only help you get here.

Suburb, abandoned factories.

White's sacrificial grounds were not completely destroyed.

A white robe appeared without warning, and Merlin looked around.

"Such a terrible force, it actually destroyed all traces."

He picked up a broken human bone from the ground, and on it was densely engraved with a knife some kind of ancient script.

"Sacrifice, Great Lord ......"

Merlin's eyes twinkled.

White's witchcraft is not strong, and the power that can instantly push Ludwig into a desperate situation is not black magic at all.

That's somehow, the product of a taboo.

"Are these dark wizards really found by them?" Thinking of this, another name flashed through Merlin's mind.

"Detective Zhang, an ordinary person, can calculate this kind of thing?"

"That's it, let me see if this is a bitter ploy, or if you really have the ability?"