"Damn, damn it, I'm a wizard, a high-level alchemist with a wizard's necklace and a noble status, don't keep me doing such drudgery!"

The sound of swearing, the figure standing in the smoke and dust waved the silver pendant in his hand, and with a slight snap of his fingers, a gust of wind was set off, and the dark smoke and flames retreated to the sides like loyal subjects, so that the wide-eyed little maid could finally see who it was.

"Big liar?!"

Hearing this title, the silver-haired wizard's face, which had just had a touch of smugness on the corner of his mouth, immediately collapsed, but it was a pity that the black dirt on his face and the dusty wizard's robe could not be seen at all, and his cheeks twitched constantly: "My dear eldest lady, can you be a little polite in front of your life-saving benefactor?"

"But why are you ......?"

"There's no time to talk about that now, that little pet of yours is about to find out about this - I guess it won't leave a ...... in its mouth just because you're its owner" Before Mark could finish his ramblings, a creepy roar sounded outside the window, and the silver-haired wizard with a slightly changed face immediately turned his back bloodless: "Okay, let's go back, let's run away!"

The little maid, still confused, just stared blankly at the silver-haired wizard's expression of fear and impatience, and carried her on her back as she ran wildly through the burning bell tower - apparently Mark Tasker was not unprepared, and despite some embarrassment, he still managed to make it all the way out of the bell tower.

But by this time the entire street outside, and probably even beginning to spread towards the northern part of the entire western district, was almost everywhere the living dead corrupted by Gratoni. Even though the hungry demons in their bodies have been ignited by the flames, wailing and struggling to the end, these "poor people" who have long since lost their minds are still devouring them. Gnawing at everything around them that could be seen, even those who were just as corrupted as they were.

"No way, we can't get out of it - this Gratoni is Angela's treasure for a long, long time. With a calm face, he said faintly in the ear of the silver-haired wizard: "If Angela still has the strength, maybe ......."

"I'm guessing you've forgotten, though I just said it a while ago, I'm a wizard too. "Despite the constant gasping for air. Mark Tasker's voice was still a little proud: "Although it is not as good as you, the eldest lady, please believe that the wizards of Turin still have their own abilities!"

Slowly leaning down, the silver-haired wizard panting lightly grabbed the sand from the ground with his right hand. The sliding eyes reflected the living dead who were still struggling and screaming around them, and a little pity suddenly appeared on their faces: "But please wish me a success, how about you return to the Starry Sky Divine Kingdom as soon as possible!"

Obviously, even if he has lost his mind. The living dead have not lost their hearing and sight. Wielding a broken weapon and a bloody roar, he lunged in the direction of the silver-haired wizard.

"Let the stars fall, let the flames rise, let the Holy Spirit come down, let the darkness fall silent. ”

Mark closed his eyes, and the wide-eyed little maid watched the grit in his hand coalesce little by little, and the silver-haired wizard seemed to have prepared a totem of a spell here a long time ago, revealing little by little from the tiles under his feet.

"When the dust turns into nothingness. When the ashes are ignited again, return dust to dust and dust to dust. ”

The sand that turned into a blade cut through the wizard's palm. Drops of bright red blood fell into the spell beneath his feet, and the golden red fire surrounded Mark Tasker in the center like a ring, and the roaring living dead swooped down like moths to the fire.

"I offer you a sacrifice, please open that door, and let the lowly mortals touch the afterglow of the world!" Marco opened his eyes, and his bloodied right hand pressed the head of the living dead, and looked at him lazily, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth: "May the Radiant Cross be with you, friend." ”

The flames under his feet disappeared, and the living dead touched by the silver-haired wizard turned little by little like ashes like burnt firewood, and the scattered smoke and dust burned the entire street little by little with Marco's wild footsteps.

"Alright, this is it!" Pushing open the door, the panting silver-haired wizard rushed into an empty, somewhat gloomy hall with the little maid on his back, and almost as soon as he walked in, several people in the same wizard's robes as him quickly closed the door behind the door, and a chubby fellow led the way in front of him, leading the two men to a fairly clean room.

"This is a stronghold of the Wizards' Guild - Berrion seems to have suppressed them very badly, so I chose to vote for His Highness Anson, you can rest assured that they won't make any unfriendly moves, to be honest, I originally planned to take you to the stronghold of the Brotherhood, but that place is in the East City, it's too dangerous to escape, so ......"

The little maid with a calm face looked at the silver-haired wizard who was still chattering there, and interrupted him directly: "Why?"

"......" Marco was stunned for a moment and let out a long sigh: "What do you mean?"

"Both. ”

"Then I'll answer them one by one. The silver-haired wizard, who was also pale, was obviously not very comfortable, and shrugged his shoulders lazily: "I hate to do superfluous things, especially when it is not necessary. ”

"For Edward Witwood, I'm his intelligence chief, plus an alchemist who can provide him with key props like ignition potions, and he doesn't need a wizard with enough power to threaten his life force. Gasping for breath, Marco smiled a little sarcastically and said, "What's more, with you, he doesn't need me to do those things, right?"

"We all have to play our part well and figure out that we're acting rather than pretending to be doing it - that way we can live long, and being too involved may earn trust, but do you know what trust is?" the silver-haired wizard looked at her with a playful gaze, "Even when he needs you to die, he can be sure that you will do it, and you will not hesitate to do it." ”

"Edward needed an intelligence boss plus an alchemist - so I played that role because it was agreed upon, it was a deal between us and he knew that. ”

"If that's the case, why save me?" asked the little maid, "that magic is a burden on you, isn't it? ”

"Knowledge comes at a price, but you're right, I don't like to do superfluous things. Marco smiled: "Although it is true that someone asked me, if I don't want to, I still won't come." ”

"Then why?"

"Because you deserve my salvation. The silver-haired wizard smiled sincerely, "To be able to get the life-saving grace of such a powerful wizard...... Although you despise me, it is also very rare. ”

"Liars. The little maid turned her head: "Big liar." ”

"Uh......" Marco Tasker, who was blocked, looked ugly and stood up like crazy: "The Radiant Cross is on it, so what excuse do you think I should use to answer you?! Oh, okay, because I like you, how about liking you the first time I saw you?!Or will I tell you honestly that I'm a pervert, I'm a madman, I just like you as a good-looking, young girl, I'm really sorry, the wizards of Turin are perverts, no, no, no...... Or you Dominica are a little more perverted, like a perverted dad who raised a daughter like you!"

"How can there be so many reasons, how can there be so many reasons?!" Marco Tasker was hysterical, "Is it really necessary to save a man for so many reasons?

"Remember this, my dear Miss Angela - there is nothing in this world that is worthy of your life, for as long as you die, the world that belongs to you will not exist, and everything you have done, your traces will cease to exist. So don't think that if you sacrifice your life, you will be remembered forever by someone like that. ”

"Edward Witwood is not a normal person, I admit that he deserves our allegiance, but is it not worth our lives? Maybe it's hard to answer, but one thing is clear, for him we are all the same, he will remember you when you die, and it may even be possible to avenge you, I don't deny it, but is it really yours?"

"No, it's his—repentance, loss, it's not yours, it's just that he's remembering something he once had, can you be willing?"

The little maid blinked, looked at the silver-haired wizard in front of her who was constantly "seducing" her, and slowly stretched out her finger: "Last question, did you really leave that room just to save me?"

"Of course not. Marco Tasker replied as a matter of course: "I escaped to protect myself - maybe that room is really hidden, but for a fortress that could fall at any moment, there is no such thing as a hidden place, is it?"

"Even if it's ...... There is a similar fool out there, who willingly sends someone to die for others!" )