The sound of rain came from outside the walls, and the heavy stone walls could not even stop the moisture that seeped into the walls, and a faint cold air overflowed from the base of the walls.

The fluorite lamp hanging in the corner of the wall emits an indistinct shimmer, radiating a colorful halo in the dense cold air. Curt's vision was blurred by the gradual confusion of different scenes, and both reality and dream were as hazy as if they were wrapped in a thin layer of mist.

Lizzie's spell seemed to have taken an inevitable toll on Curt's brain, like someone stabbed him in the skull with a red-hot iron fork and then stirred it maliciously. A dull pain that is hard to dissolve lingers in the mind, causing a wave of hollow vertigo.

Perhaps that spell can indeed wake people up from their dreams, but for those who lack the ability to recover, it may only cause permanent brain damage that is difficult to recover. Curt felt that his brain was almost abnormal, and if it weren't for his physique, his head might have burned out just now.

The tinnitus had gradually dissipated, but the resulting dizziness lingered in the depths of the mind along with the labor pains. Perhaps knowing that her spells had caused a lot of problems, Lizzie was once again silent and began to study the improvement - which undoubtedly meant that Curt would still be regarded as a "solution" by her, and for the first time, Curt was worried about whether his head would explode.

As Curt struggled with the constant labor pain, the warm air in the room slowly cooled. The incense hidden in the air gradually dissipated as the air cooled, and the few remaining scents adhered to his nose in one breath.

It was like a fruit about to rot, a little like dead blood that had already cooled. A sweet smell seems to remain in the nasal passages. They continued to pour into Curt's body with breath, from the trachea to the depths of his body, and ate away at his body little by little.

"Ahem, ahem!"

As if choking on the disgusting smell, Curt hunched down and coughed loudly with his hands over his lungs. There was a slight unhealthy color of blood on his already sick face. It seems that this cough has made his physical condition very bad.

He hunched over and gasped loudly with a cough, as if he were going to cough out all the air deep within his body. The bones in his body let out a low wail that seemed to fall apart, and a slight dull pain spread through his body like electricity.

"It doesn't matter to you? I've heard Cadfield say you're not well, but I didn't expect that. The man who was still approaching was taken aback by Curt's loud cough, and hesitated to take two steps back. "The record says that you have a family inherited syndrome, but it doesn't seem to mention the specifics of this condition, and it seems that this disease has not affected your physical abilities. ”

He stared at Curt, who was coughing loudly, and looked at his face with a playful look. Those cold blue eyes did not show the slightest concern about Curt's physical condition, and the chill revealed in them even made people think that it was impossible for him to attack him in the next second.

It's not about good intentions or bad intentions. It's just a matter of evaluating the value of the person in front of him -- to put it mildly, he's probably just valuing the "person" as an "object." It's not good, all the people who appear in front of him only have the difference between zài and whether they are useful or not.

Even if he belongs to the same camp as him, if it is of no use to him, he must definitely choose to sell without hesitation.

It's an uncomfortable look.

"Don't worry, you're right, it's just that some old mistakes have been made again. ”

After a while. Curt recovered from the violent cough. He shook his head and gasped as he shifted his deeply bowed body into a stance where he could adjust his center of gravity at any moment. The bent down posture made him full of flaws, and it was the best time for others to attack him - and now. The stance created to emphasize indoor combat at least allowed him to cope with most unexpected situations.

Coughing lightly in a low voice, Curt continued: "It's just a genetic disease in our family, not only me, but also my parents and sister, but fortunately, this disease will only be passed on with our blood and will not cause unnecessary trouble to others. ”

As the man said, he had already reported the problem of his physical condition, at least about the so-called "genetic disease", to the mercenary administration. At best, it is a kind of concealment of identity. It's just that he didn't expect to be able to get a lot of convenience from the "setting" of guò.

He claims that he "has to take some kind of medicine for a long time because of physical problems", which is one of the reasons why he advocates that he does not accept long-term work. Although about ninety percent of them are lies. But looking at his sick face, the person in charge of the examination was not interested in further examination of him.

In the Mercenary Administration. Most familiar mercenaries perceive Curt as an ordinary person who can do a lot of difficult jobs despite his physical problems. Although his ability is much stronger than that of the so-called "ordinary iron-level mercenaries", his overall performance is not as good as that of many of his companions in the same period.

In other words, he doesn't have much value for the man in front of him. Curt is indeed a little more capable than most iron-level mercenaries, which makes him less than Cheng Dù who can give up at will, but if he is asked to choose between the Eye of True Vision and Curt, he will probably choose the former.

But if he had the information on the True Eye's side, it would have been a little different. From the first contact, the Eyes of Truth had been interfered with by Curt and Lizzie, and aside from the attack on the Academy, their appearance would definitely draw the attention of the sorcerers to their powers.

Just looking at the encirclement network in front of him, and thinking that the upper leaders who had never been in contact with him would set a trap for themselves here, Curt wanted to laugh. It seems that he has a lot of weight in the eyes of True Sight or the ultramarine faction behind them, and it is worth paying for manpower to suppress it.

Even with the ability of Cruise François, it is impossible to deal with the sudden attack of several times the mage, I am afraid they think so. Spells that are far stronger than ordinary people make them quite confident, believing that they are ambushed hunters and Curt is ignorant prey.

But if that's the case, it might be good, and it makes Curt think he might have caught some hidden vein. At present, he really has no evidence that there is anyone in the upper echelons of the mercenary management who is in collusion with the True Eye, and even if he reports it to Dean François immediately, it will not help.

Rather than uncover their plot now, and tear the face of this man and the sorcerers behind him, it is better to plan and see what they want to do with them. Even the worst development is just a few spells piercing his body.

"You're so laid-back, you know, when you cough, there are more than twenty spells aimed at your head. Lizzie's teasing voice echoed in Curt's head, "But that's fine, looking at the way you are, those magicians have all let their guard down." ”

Brushing shoulders with a storm of spell attacks is pretty much what it feels like. Their spells are so concealed under the cover of the "dream" that even if they really blow the office on the second floor of the Southwind Tavern to pieces, the dumbfounded mercenaries downstairs won't notice the commotion here.

More than twenty spells aimed at the head, even some generals in the last war probably didn't have this treatment. However, this is not surprising, after all, attacking a human-sized target with an over-intensive spell is simply bombarding bugs with heavy artillery, and wasting mana for no reason.

"No, no, I don't think so. ”

However, Lizzie rejected Curt's idea: "If possible, I think they would like to capture you alive, maybe I am included in the 'target'." After causing them so much trouble during this time, it seems that these guys also think that the two of us are not to be careless. ”

He also understood the situation that Liqi said, and since not long ago, the dizziness that had accumulated in his mind has not subsided, but has become more severe. The strength of the whole body seemed to be taken away by the smell, and I couldn't lift my spirit.

The faint incense may not be lethal to the poison, but they can imperceptibly blur people's consciousness. Previously, there was no noticeable sensation when inhaled only slightly, but in the midst of coughing and subsequent wheezing, Curt inhaled most of the remaining incense into his body.

"The flowers of the benzoin and the sunset grass, and possibly some of the seeds of the Blood Creek flowers, are generally a calming herb. Feeling the smell in Curt's memory, Lizzie analyzed its composition, "If it's only a small amount, it's indeed a kind of incense that makes people sleep well, but with the amount of money in this room, even a large monster may fall into a coma."

In other words, it is a poisonous fragrance that makes people dream.

actually chose to capture it in this way, which made Curt sigh at the boredom of the true eye, in the face of an uncertain danger hài, if he can't avoid it, then try to eliminate its existence as much as possible before he produces a dangerous hài. If you choose to keep it, and try to hold it in your hands, you put yourself in danger - even the gentlest creatures will bite when they are pressed.

Unless the two of them have some other value to these people that they don't know and whose value is so great that it even outweighs the risks that come with them. Only driven by excessive profits, these crazy guys will take risks at any cost.

The sight was still dimming, and the sleeping incense was working its effect, silently destroying Curt's sense of resistance. (To be continued)