Bang!

There was a thunderous explosion, and the blue-white electric light instantly illuminated the corridor on the second floor, which was only slightly illuminated by fluorite lamps, and set off Vikas's pale face even more gloomily. The thin male winced unnaturally, and his already clumsy body became even shorter.

After the thunder, the storm became even stronger, and the sound of rain could be heard clearly even in the almost completely enclosed corridor on the second floor. Curt felt that the magic around him became active as the rain became louder, and the magic rotation that had been somewhat disordered before became much soothed.

Suddenly, a trace of dazedness appeared on Vikas's face, and a pair of godless eyes lost their brilliance, and some indescribable feelings appeared in them. Curt wanted to get closer to them, but the subtle look regained before he could notice, and the cowering Vikas↙lifted his spirits again.

With that thunder as a boundary, his mind looked as if it had been reset by someone's hand, and some of the things he had experienced had been tampered with. Curt was almost certain that the changes in him had something to do with the sudden change in the workings of the magic, and it was they that affected everyone's minds.

However, he didn't say a word, just stared at Yiqiē silently.

Knock knock

The pause in the sudden thunder continued, and Vikas slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him, and said, "My lord, I am Ben Vicas, and I have brought Mr. Curt Leinster according to your previous request. ”

The hollow echo of the wooden plank slowly spread in the hallway, and the guy known as "Grown-up" did not respond. It was a long time before Curt heard the sound of indistinct footsteps in the room behind the door. This was followed by the sound of slightly rapid breathing.

"Thank you for your hard work, let him in. ”

This sentence sounds hoarse. But it didn't look too old, to the point that it sounded like the voice of a middle-aged man with an injured throat. From his words, there was a faint sense of coercion that only those who had been in the top position for a long time. Even through a door, Vikas shuddered slightly.

With a "squeak-" sound, the heavy wooden door in front of him opened slightly, and an imperceptible smell of herbs seeped out from it. Curt sniffed the smells. In the warmth and slightly revealing a wonderful sweetness, it seems to be a rare kind of incense.

"I'm sorry, but there's something I can trouble you with Vikas?"

Just before Curt was about to push open the wooden door, he suddenly stopped Vikas, who was standing nearby, and said, "I hope you can talk to Lizzie, you know, just come with me, that little girl, I may have to waste a long time here, so let her find a random place to rest first." Don't bother everyone. By the way, help me bring this over to her, I think it will at least make her quiet for a while. ”

Seemingly serious, Curt handed Vikas a small metal pendant. Apparently he wasn't the person the "grown-up" wanted to meet, and he didn't even seem to have the qualifications to enter the Third Office, and could only speak for his master.

There is no doubt that Vikas has come to terms with his identity. He had worked in the mercenary management office for so long, and even if he had never been in contact with the big guys, he knew very well what he could get from his position. Taking what Curt had handed him, he walked slowly to the staircase leading to the lower floor.

"It's interesting. It seems that as Cadfield said, you are a guy who thinks your sister is more important than your job. Or should I say that you are not a qualified mercenary, because if you were asked to choose one between the mission and the family. You definitely won't hesitate to choose the latter. ”

As Curt walked into the third office, he was greeted by a man sitting in the deepest part of the room with a standard mid-imperial accent. He propped his elbows on the metal desk in front of him, resting his face on the backs of his crossed hands. There was a slightly playful smile on his face.

The third office in front of me was a large room with a wooden door on the left and right leading to the next room. Only a floor-to-ceiling fluorite lamp illuminates the room. In the office without light, there are several bookshelves with a large number of difficult-looking books.

Bang Bang –

There is not a hint of wind. No one pushed the heavy door either, but it locked behind Curt. The strange scent of smoke spread silently through the closed space, almost instantly enveloping Curt's body and slowly seeping into his body through his nostrils.

Curt hated the smell, and if different incense had different effects, it seemed to interfere with people's vigilance. The soothing smell relaxes one's nerves, but it's too dangerous to relax in a "dream" controlled by enemy spells.

"Maybe that's the case, if you can't even protect what you're around, then it's not convincing to claim that you can 'protect everyone'. And I do value what I have more than anyone else – it's human nature. ”

Curt looked relaxed in response to the man's words, while quietly observing his surroundings. The layout of this large office is a little more complicated, with spaced areas hidden by bookshelves and flanked by doors that can be dangerous. Not only that, but the strange incense also paralyzed Curt's sense of smell, and he almost couldn't distinguish any other scent other than his own.

There was no sense of living creature in the room except for the man, and the whole office was unexpectedly calm. But there is often danger hidden under the calm, and the strange incense deliberately made Curt unable to calm down - it can also be said that he deliberately tensed his nerves to make himself vigilant.

"Is that to be alone?"

He stood up suddenly, and said with a smile in a hoarse voice, "If you had told me that three months ago, I would have believed it at the time. But now that you've accepted the commission from Cruise François, it's not that simple. ”

Curt saw a frightening scar on his throat, and perhaps that was what made his voice so hoarse. Not only in his throat, but also on his exposed skin, there were many strangely shaped scars, which were displayed on his body like medals.

Curt had the feeling that this man was a veteran who had been through many battles, and even if he seemed to sit casually in a chair, there was not a single flaw in his body. Even if an assassin were to launch a surprise attack at very close range, he would have been able to deal with it with ease.

But he didn't remember seeing the middle-aged man in the mercenary administration, and he appeared here as if he had suddenly come out of the dirt. Even as an iron-level mercenary, he rarely had the opportunity to meet the people at the top of the management office, but it was a little strange that he hadn't seen it once.

What's more important is his attitude, he still seems quite friendly now, but he always feels that this middle-aged man's face is covered with a mask. His current appearance was just a disguise, and even what he said was just to test him or wait for his reaction.

"Hmph, you're right, but what's the solution?" Curt picked up with a smirk, and then shrugged his shoulders helplessly, "In the current situation, although I don't know what the True Eyes want to do in this city, their actions have already drawn us in. ”

A sharp pain hit Curt's eyes, followed by a slight tinnitus. It's a feeling that I can't forget once I taste it, and I'm afraid that I'll come back to my mind at once at the same time as I wake up from each nightmare - it's the effect of the spell that Lizzie has constructed.

"I'm sorry, I might have to let you come as my first real product. ”

Lizzie's voice suddenly appeared in Curt's head, and suddenly, what was in front of Curt's eyes melted like ice and snow. Countless strange spots of light appeared in his field of vision, and Curtmo clutched his head violently, enduring the dizziness of his brain as if it were stirred by a red-hot iron fork.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Leinster?" the man who stood up saw Curt in a headache, and walked two steps to his side and said, "Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Curt shook his head and signaled to him that he was okay, Lizzie's spell continued to work, and soon, the fog that covered his eyes slowly dissipated. Perhaps as a side effect of the spell, the slight scent of incense that surrounded it became as unpleasant as a fruit about to rot. Through these unpleasant smells, Curt could vaguely detect some dangerous aura hidden in the space.

A chill slowly rose from his heels and climbed up his back, the air around him turning cold, irritating his nerves like a needle.

It was all too familiar—all around them were murderous intent emanating from living creatures, and they were already staring at Curt, ready to find the right moment to attack him. If he had a little slack, he wouldn't know if it was the mechanic's ammunition or the blade of the sword.

"Curt, there's something I have to tell you. ”

Lizzie yawned and muttered a little annoyance, "Centered on where you are, about half of the entire second floor is blocked by a sound-blocking spell. Not only that, but there seem to be fifteen mages lurking in the room around you, which is probably a little bit better than the black robe that day, but if they want to, they can probably blow this tavern into the sky. ”

Simply put, you're in the middle of the encirclement right now—Lizzie said. She was using her magic to decipher the "dream" spells that the other party had weaved, and now she had the energy to communicate with Curt, indicating that she had made some progress in her interpretation work.

But in any case, this encirclement network still needs to be solved by Curt himself. (To be continued......)