The road has been changed.

Even the most stupid person can notice that the path they had taken was forcibly blocked by that wall, and the scratches left on the wall even penetrated the edges of the wall. Watching Curt slap her hands against the wall, Lizzie immediately realized it.

Like the smoky walls around it, the walls blocking the passage have exactly the same scorch marks, and even the edges are completely connected. It can be said that the walls on both sides just now folded horizontally under some kind of mechanism control to form this wall.

There was no doubt that the wall was solid—so no matter how much Curt slapped, all that could be heard through the wall was a dull echo. There is no mechanism around the area that can be adjusted to the wall, and there is no sign of anything moving in the corner of the wall.

"Mr. Leinster, what's going on?"

A guard in a gray reinforced uniform walked up behind Curt and asked, his tone revealing a hint of suspicion, "Didn't you say that you had a companion enter the underground passage first, and why did we end up in such a dead end according to the marks left by your companion?"

Most of the guards who followed Curt had puzzled expressions on their faces, and only a few smiled as if they were about to see a good show. Without Curt having to introduce them to their identities, Lizzie quickly recognized them as members of the Talent Dispatch.

Even in the staffing agency, they are an elite group that reports directly to Dean François, and after graduating from the academy, they have already considered it an honor to join this group. And now Dean François has an iron-class mercenary subordinate to the Mercenary Management to lead them. How could they be willing?

Intrigue is a problem that occurs in most groups, especially in some poor relationships. The Mercenary Management Office and the Talent Dispatch Agency are mortal enemies, and even if a temporary community of interests is reached, it is impossible for these mages to obey the command of "just one mercenary".

sighed. Curt pointed to the remaining scratches on the side of the wall, which Lizzie had left with a simple spell: "See where the wall meets? There should have been a road here, but now it's blocked—a road blocked in a short time, and this should be your domain." ”

Curt dangled around the edge of the wall with a lantern, motioning for the sorcerers to look at the scratches that Lizzie had left on the wall. In the light of the light, the scratches had a pale magic—it seemed to seep into the walls, even though the corners were tightly connected.

Regardless of the wall in front of you. A mage with a modicum of magic and common sense can follow its path through the magic left on the scratches. However, in a short time, a few guards who had maintained a playful expression before realized that the scratch had indeed passed through the wall in front of them.

"I'm just an ordinary mercenary, and my magic use is only at the level of a layman. Curt struck a gesture of whatever the mages were to choose from. "I think that since you are the elite of the elite, you sorcerers should not have a hard time solving the problem of this level. ”

Curt didn't mind violently tearing down the wall if there was really no way to do it - it was certainly the next resort, and he couldn't guarantee that the other party would not put a trap behind it. than with this non-guaranteed approach. It's better to find a way to mobilize the mages who follow you.

So Curt's voice just fell. A few of the sorcerers, who had previously looked reluctant to be instructed by him, pushed their comrades away and began to inspect the walls. They seemed to have more status than the rest of their companions, and most of those who were pushed away looked like they dared not speak out.

Merit and honor, this is the easiest bait to convince those who are obsessed with fame and fortune. The world says that magicians have power, honor, tradition, and thought...... But they all seem to have overlooked one thing - most of the sorcerers are just ordinary people, and their desires are the same.

Looking at the House guards who had just ignored them, Curt was once again sure that the men François had given him were not the core members of his handful of men.

"Lizzie, how's your side?"

Although the material barrier was blocked, the soul connection was not severed, so Curt was not in a hurry: "Maybe those guys on the other side may want to kill you." But don't use that as an excuse to kill them all. The living are more useful to us than the corpses. ”

More than anyone else, Curt believes in Lizzie's abilities, not only in her ability to cast spells, but also in the knowledge she has mastered. As a sorcerer, Lizzie has extraordinary combat power. and an equivalent level of uncontrollability - which is why some call it a "calamity".

But that's all in the past......

The "raven" whose wings were broken off has been dead for a long time, and the calamity that accompanied the raven has naturally dissipated with time. The two who remain in the Catrice are nothing more than the dregs of the past, and all they yearn for is a smooth and undisturbed routine.

But things often don't work out the way people want them to, even if Curt and Lizzie just want to have the simplest of peaceful lives. This trivial request seemed to have become an extravagant hope - they did not expect that it was themselves who had made this hope come to naught.

It's a puddle of mud, and the more you struggle, the deeper you sink in.

The old man had tried to interfere with himself with almost the entire studio's pre-existing spells, and Curt was sure that they couldn't do that with Lizzie. Curt fears that Lizzie has made another mistake and accidentally uses berserk spells to tear apart those who dare to provoke her.

"One qiē is normal, I haven't seen ...... yet"

Lizzie originally wanted to tell Sù Curt that she had no enemies nearby, but before she could finish the sentence, she was stuck in her throat. Even if she was just standing in place, Liqi could clearly feel that the atmosphere of the nearby space had changed, and the subtle sense of crisis was slowly creeping up.

Whew――

It was too late, it was too late, and Lizzie's afterglow skimmed into the corner of her field of vision, and something suddenly appeared. "Something" hidden in the darkness was rushing towards her from the corner of Lizzie's vision at an eerie degree, only the sudden swirling air was proof of its existence.

"I'm sorry, it looks like I'll have to retract my words. He said sorry, but there was not a hint of apology in his tone—in fact, there was nothing to apologize for," and "Excuse me, trouble will soon come to you, and I don't think it will be long before it becomes a big problem." ”

Before she could finish speaking, Lizzie's body suddenly tilted. She stumbled to her left, then staggered a few steps toward losing her center of gravity. Seemingly inadvertently stumbling a few steps to avoid the sudden onset of fishy wind, and distanced Lizzie from the incoming thing.

"But can't I really destroy it? I don't think it's as valuable as you say. ”

Her cold gaze was cast in the direction of the fishy wind, but nothing seemed to exist in the dark passage. It's not just the eyesight that can't catch it, the heartbeat or the breath, and even the reactions that all living beings should have can't be seen around them.

However, there is indeed a "what" in the direction in front of you, but it is difficult to perceive it in the usual way. Now that the other party's existence is confirmed, the next step is to repeat the old trick - almost in the blink of an eye, Liqi unleashed her magic power around, using them to detect.

Like a gust of wind blowing, the magic that surged around it seeped into the air, and then quickly connected to each other, combining into a "field" with Liqi as the center. The pale magic made the darkness that shrouded the space retreat slightly, and it also allowed Lizzie to perceive the things around her through magic.

The use of spells to hide the figure does not mean that it disappears, as long as the flow of air is clear, it is possible to lightly manifest something that is clearly stored in the field of vision, but cannot be manifested by conventional means. Everything has a certain volume, even the "air" itself.

In the glow of the flow of magic, there is nothing to hide. Lizzie couldn't see it with her eyes, but the air was already outlining it.

It was a tall body that gave the impression of a "hunter", a slightly humanoid body larger than Gulnius, and it almost filled the entire passage just by standing slightly hunched. The arms that stretched out from the shoulders were thick and long, almost as long as Lizzie's height, and the claws that grew from the tip alone were longer than her waist, enough to cut her in two in the blink of an eye.

Though it seemed large and bulky, it moved silently and quickly, and almost as soon as Lizzie used her magic to gain insight into its existence, it went on the offensive. Colorless claws pierced the stagnant air, stabbing straight at the face with the same fishy stench as Fang Cai.

The advantage of being tall was evident at this point, but it was only a step beyond the space where Lizzie had to run several steps forward to get to Guò. Although its body was colorless and transparent, it could not eliminate the oppressive feeling caused by its volume, and its colossal body pressed towards Liqi like a wall.

When it was too late, the sharp hooks broke through the wind, and Lizzie could even feel the wind from the hooks blowing on her face.

But the blow didn't hit after all, and Lizzie kicked her legs to the ground violently, and her thin body was immediately bounced up by the force of the recoil, and flew back diagonally. A straight stab contains power, but it can't get out of range of the arm. Before the tips of the hunter's nails touched Lizzie, she quickly pulled away, and the old stab could not be extended, and could only watch Lizzie flee. (To be continued!)

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