After making the damn fat man scream, Edward was finally able to enter the house, and with some effort he cleaned up the seven or eight "as good as him" minions, plus the head of the group, Mr. Mursault, with dark brown hair and a blind eye.

At first, the "honorable gentleman" kept clamoring that his cousin in the city defense army wanted to put Edward in prison and "interrogate him for three days and three nights" so that his life would be worse than death, and in return for such a generous amount, Edward immediately let him experience what life is better than death, and by the way, torture him to see if he knew anything.

I have to praise that the soundproofing of this house seems to be very good - although for half an hour Mr. Murso has been screaming like a pig, no one has come to the door, and no one has even noticed the movement, so that Edward can continue with peace of mind.

Eventually, after breaking his fourth finger, Mr. Murso stopped mentioning his cousin of the city guards, and Edward dug up enough information from him to open the door and let them out—though Edward was still skeptical that a man with two legs broken and four fingers on one hand could "get out."

"Go down the stairs to the second floor, then turn left and turn left in the large ......closet in the first room," muttered Edward, moving around the house according to the information provided by Mursao, and carefully pushed open the door to the room, the spacious room was littered with dust and tattered furniture.

Edward, who was expressionless, walked to the big wardrobe in the corner, and with a slight touch of his right hand, the door of the wardrobe with a completely rotten bearing fell directly by itself, and there was only one person squatting there inside, with ropes tied up and down, and a rag stuffed in his mouth.

He seemed a little nervous at first when he found someone coming, but when he saw Edward's face clearly, he immediately showed a little excitement.

"Silver-white hair, pale to a somewhat transparent complexion, hmm...... Those people were right—you must be the wizard of Marco Tasker, right?" After receiving the other party's acknowledgment, Edward finally smiled happily, "It's really easy for me to find!"

........................ "Thank you, kind sir, those bastards have tormented me. If you hadn't come, I don't know how long I'd have been in that damn broken cabinet - my mouth still smells of rags!"

Marco, who was finally released, looked a little excited, gulping down the wine that Edward handed him - obviously thirsty when he was locked inside, and blinking his eyes to thank Edward, as if he didn't notice that the black-haired boy was looking at him, and the look in his eyes definitely didn't look like he was looking at a person, but more like a ...... Toy?

In Edward's memories of his previous life, the so-called "silver hair" only appeared in novels and stories, and it was indeed the first time he had seen such bright silver hair, which seemed to be full and full, and even reflective. And the fair-skinned and somewhat transparent complexion was even more frightening—could it be because of magic?

Even if it weren't, the Marco Tasker wizard was overly handsome - he began to hear about this "tasteful" man who traveled to and from elegant places all year round, and Edward thought that he would be a lewd hooligan or a veteran of love, but it turned out to be a very handsome young man, which is really unseemly.

"I want to repay you for your kindness, but you also see ......" After drinking Edward's wine, Marco scratched his head a little embarrassed and pointed around: "I have nothing but this house." Or you can see what furniture you like, albeit take it away. ”

"That's not necessary, I'm looking for you to ask something. Edward smiled and waved his hand, crouched down and looked at Marco sitting on the floor, "Do you recognize a man named ...... The woman of Kayla Vane, she has another name called Merria, maybe you know?"

Kayla...... Blood Flag Brotherhood?!" Marco's face suddenly showed an extremely "frightened" look, and he was so frightened that he seemed to be unable to sit still, and quickly dodged behind, as if Edward was some kind of monster: "No, I'm sorry lord, I'm me, I'm ...... I don't know anything about the Blood Flag Brotherhood!"

"I didn't ask the Blood Flag Brotherhood, I just asked if you knew a woman named Kayla Vaane. "Now it's certain that this guy named Marco must know something," Edward pulled out his sword from the corner of his mouth and pointed it at his chest, "My name is Edward Witwood, a squire of the Knights of the Sacred Tree - either help me or you're of no value to me, right?"

"Please...... I'm a poor wizard, and I've been expelled from the union - even the ring and necklace have been taken away!" Marco cried, kneeling pitifully and begging Edward, "Please let me go, I didn't have a relationship with the Blood Flag Brotherhood of your own volition, as long as you let it go, I'll give you whatever you want!"

"But what you can give me is what you know about the Blood Banner Brotherhood, and I'm not interested in the rest. Edward shook his head with great pity, the sharp tip of the sword slowly approached Marco's chest, and the silver-haired young man couldn't help but scream loudly: "No, please, as long as this sword touches me, I will die!"

"Oh...... Why?"

"You can't be unaware of how sharp this guy is—I can see just the lines, and I'm a wizard anyway!" Marco cried out in tears for mercy, "Please spare me, I'll tell you everything I know, it's all right, eh...... Okay?"

"Of course!" Edward smiled and nodded, his wrist flicking a sword flower that scared Marco again, until he saw the black-haired boy put his sword back into its scabbard.

"But...... I want you to be as honest as possible, and if you lie to me, believe that it is impossible to hide it from me. Edward whispered, "I'm experienced in this area. ”

"Of course...... Trust me, I won't lie to you. Marco deliberately bit the word "deceive" very hard, and his cheeks regained the lazy smile that he had used to have, and his mysterious eyes seemed to be really a wizard sitting there: "This story may be a little long, but please listen patiently to my end......"

As the sky darkened, Edward retrieved a candle from the room and lit it, the faint but bright light of the fire swaying in the room as if the devil was spitting out his tongue. Leaning against the wall, Edward stood beside Marco and listened to him slowly finish the "somewhat long" story, a playful smile on his cheeks.

"You said the Bloodflag Brotherhood took over your house and asked you to work for them?" Edward asked, tilting his head and smiling, "So you didn't do it voluntarily, did you?"

"Of course, if I dare to say quit, they will definitely kill me!" Marco nodded with a frightened face: "Although I am only a wizard who has been removed, I still have some use for them. ”

"But it doesn't seem to be as big as it seems - if they really think so much of you, why would they leave you here and leave you to that gangster?" Edward asked rhetorically, "In other words, you're useless to them now, and you still know too much, and it's a problem that needs to be solved." ”

"Those people, the madmen of the Blood Banner Brotherhood, they are planning to do something terrible!" Marco suddenly stood up, his hands clutching Edward's shoulders, "The leader of the Brotherhood has obtained a terrible magic weapon from an adult, and if they succeed, they will kill thousands of people, they are a bunch of crazy people who only want revenge!"

"Magic weapons?" Edward frowned, and suddenly remembered a certain "ghoul lover": "Can you tell me more about it?, Wizard Marco Tasker—if you really know." ”

"Absolutely...... In fact, I'm the one in charge of inspecting the goods, otherwise they wouldn't have known the power of this thing - trust me, my lord, it's a hellish thing, a demon made by an evil Dominic wizard!"

"That thing, it's supposed to be some kind of creature's egg, oh...... I'm not sure if it's a creature or not, the wizards of Dominica are far more skilled than we are, and even now no Turin wizard has been able to create even a single ghoul, let alone anything else. Marco shook his head, his expression becoming solemn for the first time: "But that thing is definitely not something that ghouls can compare." ”

"I'm guessing they've got their hands on it now, right?" Edward's eyes narrowed into slits and smiled at the corners of his mouth, "Where are these madmen going to use this horrible thing?"

"My lord, I'm not one of theirs, how could I sue me for such a crucial matter?" Marco scratched his head and shrunk his neck with a wry smile, as if he was scared: "But, I know where the wizard who made this weapon is, if you want to know......"

"If you're going to play word games with me, maybe I'll be interested when this thing is over, but now ......" Edward laughed even harder, "Sue me, where?"

"Uh...... Before I get into that, I'll have to ask if you've ever been to Rose Glass?"

"No, what's wrong?"

"You're going to enjoy it, it's heaven on earth. Marco Tasker's expression suddenly became very interesting: "I'm honored to be able to take you to experience it!"