In the evening, in the slums outside Nordland territory of the Secas Empire, two uninvited guests were welcomed.

The man at the head was about thirty or so, dressed in a tight-fitting leather armor, with a long knife hanging from his waist, and his dark golden hair was scattered behind his head, which looked incompatible with this dilapidated and decaying slum, and naturally attracted countless pairs of malicious eyes for the first time.

Hungry mobs and thieves lurked in the shadows, scanning the two men with razor-sharp eyes.

When they saw the Holy Light Marks on the clothes of the two of them, these peeping targets instantly retracted.

In the Sekas Empire, there may be people who don't know the Empire's flag, but there will never be people who don't know the Holy Light Seal......

This is the symbol of the messenger of the gods!

Except for the clergy wearing temple robes, the only ones with the mark of the Holy Light on their clothes are witch hunters!

It is rumored that every witch hunter has been blessed by the gods and possesses far more skills than ordinary people, and no one wants to provoke such a target.

André smiled disdainfully at the disappearance of the figure hiding in the shadows, but the faint stench of the dilapidated alley quickly made him frown.

"Sure enough, Bishop Ansek's words are right, these wizards are like rats, they like to hide in such dark and smelly corners." Andre looked at the stains and feces left in the dark corners of the street, covered his nose, and complained.

"We'd better be vigilant, Andrei, it's not an ordinary character that we need to deal with this time," the man at the head was a little dissatisfied with Andrei's flamboyant posture, and couldn't help but remind.

A few days ago, a major incident happened in the Duchy of Nordland, a wizard named Coru tried in vain to bewitch the Duke's second daughter, but fortunately was discovered by the guards stationed in time, which prevented the Duke of Nordland's young daughter from being bewitched by the devil.

The tragedy of that encirclement and suppression war is still vivid.

In order to capture this daring wizard, the Duke of Nordland sent two brigades of guards to pursue him, but even then he still suffered heavy losses, and in the end, if it wasn't for the arrival of the Bishop of the Holy See, the Duke of Nordland's face would have been lost!

And their target this time is the other party's apprentice, who is also a wizard!

"Don't worry, Blaney." Andrei said with a sneer. "We're dealing with a wizard apprentice who's only been in magic for a few months, and these people usually only have a little trick or two, and believe me, a farmer wielding a hoe is harder than they are."

In the more than half a year since joining the witch hunting team, he has participated in several hunting operations against wizards.

In the beginning, André could be terrified of the legendary wizards who were inspired by the devil.

However, after actual contact, André realized that those wizards were not as terrifying as he imagined, most of them were not threats, their magic power was limited, and some were not even as reliable as attack and long sword.

As for those apprentices who are not proficient in their skills, they can only be described as waste, once they are distracted, they cannot use magic in battle, and can only be slaughtered by others.

What pleased André the most was that the bounty for capturing these wizards was high, and the Duke of Nordland was even more generous, capturing an apprentice alive would give them a full six Secas gold coins, enough for them to spend extravagantly for a while!

Of course, if you kill it, it's only worth half the price.

Blaney glanced at Andre and did not refute, but the vigilance in his heart did not drop.

He had the impression that those witch hunters who believed in intelligence often did not live long......

The slums outside Nordland's territory were not large, and the circulation of people was even smaller, and with the slightest threat from André he was able to identify the target's hiding place from a homeless man.

It was a building that is hard to describe as a house, with red brick walls covered with potholes and green vines, and the door looked crumbling as if it would collapse at the slightest push.

The target of the search was in front of him, but neither of the two present had any intention of acting immediately.

Andre glanced at his partner, scolded in his heart, and took the initiative to step forward and press his palm on the door, and the calloused knuckles pulled the deadbolt hard, and the seemingly crumbling door stood still, obviously being held against the door with something.

Andre was so angry that he kicked the door with all his might.

There was a violent thud, and the door slammed open, revealing the back room.

The cramped room was untended and looked messy, with garbage piled up in the corners.

A candle was lit on the wooden table next to it, probably disturbed by the sound of the wind from the violent breaking down of the door, and the faint flame flickered twice before being extinguished.

The room, which had been relatively bright, suddenly became very dim, except for a faint glimmer of light through the wide open window, and the worn blanket on the bed could be vaguely seen dragging to the ground and extending to the window.

Blaney, who had followed him, glanced around the room, quickly drawn to the note falling from the floor.

Andre also noticed this, bent down to pick up the crumpled note, and when he saw the contents of it, his face became very ugly.

"Damn, looks like we're late, this kid has already gone to meet up with the other apprentices!" Andre said annoyedly, combined with the environment in the house, he suddenly made up what happened.

The target of their capture, the wizard apprentice, received the news before he arrived, and he didn't have time to pack his things and ran away ahead of time.

However, judging from the candle flame that has never been extinguished and the residual warmth on the bed, the other party should not have gone far.

Thinking of this, Andrei was very anxious, even if he wanted to leave, this was six Sekas gold coins, and he couldn't just run away.

Once the other wizard apprentices converged, it would be difficult to capture them, and of course, Andre was more worried that the target would be given a head start by other bounty hunters halfway.

"Wait......"

Just as André was in a hurry to chase through the window, Blaney reached out and stopped him, and in the former's impatient expression, he pointed to the desk next to him.

Andrei turned his head to look, and in addition to the extinguished candles, there were a dozen copper coins and manuscript paper with strange characters and patterns scattered on the table.

After a moment's thought, André quickly understood what his companion meant, if the wizard apprentice had left after receiving the news, it would be impossible to leave behind the coins that were easy to carry, let alone these "precious" magical manuscripts.

Andre, who has experience in witch hunting, knows very well that most wizards would rather die than protect their so-called research notes.

In other words, the other party is likely still hiding in this room......

Andre sneered, the traces of the blanket dragging on the ground, the wide open windows, and the falling notes all hinted that the other party had fled.

It was clear that the apprentice wizard had a good trick up his sleeve to mislead them somewhere else, or maybe it was a trap, and he almost got fooled.

At this moment, Lynn hiding in the darkness broke out in a cold sweat, and his spirit became more and more excited in this fatal crisis, and the divergent spirit continued to spread around under the influence of magic.

He was even able to influence the flow of air to extinguish the candle flame to a certain extent, and he did not make any noise when he breathed, thanks to which he was able to hide under the noses of the two witch hunters.

Blaney ignored the awakened Andre and looked around the room, quickly looking at the dark red cabinet next to the erected window.

The cabinet was shoulder-high, dusty, and close to the gaping windows, and was inconspicuous in the shabby, leaky hut, but big enough for a grown man to curl up......