Richard's tears welled up involuntarily, and his vision blurred. But in a trance, he seemed to see his father's arrogant and domineering face. And on that steel-like face, there was a pair of eyes that were so calm that it was chilling. Father...... There was no warmth or affection in Richard's heart, only hatred, coldness, and suffocating pressure. Richard didn't even know what kind of power his father had, and every time he thought about it, he could only describe it in unfathomable words. If Gordon was here, wouldn't he be able to watch it?

So whenever the body's reaction could be controlled a little, Richard would raise his head and open his eyes hard to see what Naya was doing.

Tears blurred the vision, so wipe them away, the ears were full of beeps, and I couldn't hear what Naya was saying, so I shook my head vigorously, and finally the weak body wanted to collapse to the ground, so I grabbed the iron ring on the wall with one hand, and supported the barrel next to me with the other, at least to keep my upper body straight.

Richard vaguely saw Naya babbling something like an old man, and at the same time carefully stroking the blood parrot with his hand, not sparing an inch. And wherever his hands passed, he often turned up large patches of blood. Richard's body was resisting the scene with all its might, preventing him from figuring out what Naya was doing. But the gifts of 'precision' and 'intelligence' come into play here, coldly restoring the truth to Richard.

There was another cramping pain in his abdomen that almost made him faint, and Richard even suspected that his stomach was still not whole. There were a lot of stains on his body, but he couldn't feel it anymore. The kitchen was filled with the sweet smell of blood, completely suppressing the decaying smell of aging.

There was no extra sound in the whole space, and from that steel wire, the blood parrot never made a sound again. Except for Richard's own occasional uncontrollable retching, there was only the faint and fine sound of Naya's hands dancing, like the tip of a highland peacock quill on parchment.

Naya sped up her movements, her hands instantly weaving hundreds of gestures, each movement extremely clear. So in front of Richard's eyes, a brilliant and magnificent blood rose bloomed in the sky!

It was really a rose, blooming on the body of the blood parrot, and you could even see the tremor of the delicate petals!

Richard's vision was immediately filled with roses, and when he regained his sight, he saw Naya holding a thin object and holding it to him. Richard didn't know what it was, but the blood-soaked magic patterns on it were so familiar that he could draw them with his eyes closed.

That's the Attribute Magical Pattern Build: Beginner Agility.

With a thud, the already overflowing barrel toppled over, and the filth inside splashed Richard.

Richard had no idea how he had cleaned the stains from his clothes and how he had left Naya's tavern. When his body's reaction finally subsided, Richard's eyes were still shaking with the demonic pattern structure and a bunch of various and strange weapons. But the body and appearance of the blood parrot had disappeared from Richard's memory, and all he could remember now was her voice.

And all the while, Naya couldn't get anything out of the blood parrot's mouth. I don't know if the blood parrot really persevered to the end, or if Naya didn't give her a chance to speak at all.

In front of Richard, deep alleys stretched into the depths of darkness, seemingly never-ending. And the bleak magic lights can only add a little light to the alley. The alleys are too long, and there are too few magic lights, and each magic lamp is nowhere near as bright as its counterparts in the main dark blue tower. As he walked past a magic lamp, Richard's figure was cast in front of him, and it was getting longer and longer.

He felt a sudden cold, and at the same time tiredness and hunger hit him, and his mouth and throat ached as if they had been burned by fire. Richard had already vomited everything he could vomit, and he had overdrawn his body because of the continuous use of his bloodline ability to 'explode', and it was not until the tense nerves that he was now tense finally relaxed a little that he all attacked. The next moment, he almost didn't want to move even a small step, and at this moment, suddenly a somewhat familiar door appeared in front of him.

That's where Erin lives.

Richard didn't know why he had come back here. But when he saw this door, all the things that had happened tonight suddenly came together like lightning, and the truth behind the scenes was like a reef under the whirlpool, looming in Richard's mind. It may be just a groundless speculation, but Richard knows that this is probably the case, because in real reality, there can be no such many coincidences.

The Blood Parrot and the killers had been waiting for Richard in their predetermined place for a long time, and Erin was the bait to lead him into the trap.

Bang bang bang! Richard knocked on the door.

A nearby window suddenly opened, and a fleshy head poked out of it, and the eyes that were not fully open were already full of fierce expression, and the mouth was still muttering something indistinctly, obviously quite dissatisfied with the disturbed sleep. But when he saw the texture of Richard's clothes, he immediately retracted his head a hundred times faster, and at the same time closed the window with lightning speed, but did not make much noise, showing a miraculous skill.

Richard was now wearing an undergarment under a robe, embroidered with large and ornate magical patterns. It's not a decoration, it's a real magic array. The first killer punctured Richard's magic robe, but failed to cut through his inner garment. The only ones who can afford to wear such an inner suit are those who are equally hated in the dark blue main tower in terms of talent, blood, origin, and luck.

Richard slammed the door again, this time louder than before, but there was no window next to him that dared to open it.

A small window on the door, which could only hold a fist and was usually used to receive mail, opened a line, revealing Irene's wary face. Seeing that it was Richard, she immediately exclaimed in surprise and quickly opened the door.

When the door was fully opened, Richard saw that Erin was holding a wand tightly in her right hand. In terms of material, this is just the most common wand, and the gems set on it can store up to two first-level magic. However, the good thing about wands is that they can be instantaneous, and two level 1 magic spells are already very intimidating in the fringe zone. Although Erin herself is already a third-level mage, it is still very difficult to cast second-level magic, and it is impossible to instantaneously use first-level magic. So in the real fight, while she was still trying to chant the incantation, her opponent could already stride over and slap her to the ground with a few direct slaps.

Low-level mages are incapable of fighting and can only fight independently with the help of a wand, ring, or scroll.

Seeing the wand tightly held in Erin's hand, Richard's heart moved slightly, and he immediately had a general understanding of her usual life situation. Only in a crisis environment can she have such a strong sense of self-preservation. And this lowliest wand says a lot in itself. No matter how bad a wand is, it is also an expensive item, and the one in front of me is worth about four or five hundred gold coins, which is nothing in the dark blue, but it is a huge amount of money for Erin, who cannot afford to repay the debt of one thousand six hundred gold coins. She would rather be in debt than have such a wand by her side, and apparently without it, she would not have any security at all.