The closer you get to the central square, the more you can feel the commotion ahead, and the faces of the oncoming people show a little panic.

They all subconsciously quickened their pace, hurrying to leave the direction they had come, and they didn't even have time to look back at their homeland. There was an old man who walked too hastily and did not pay attention to the gravel under his feet, and he tripped there and fell directly to the ground.

"Are you alright?"

Seeing the old man fall to the ground all of a sudden, Curt hurriedly stepped forward and helped him up: "Old man, what happened to the central square? Why are so many people evacuating outside, I seem to have heard that the people in the city hall are telling residents to evacuate the neighborhood." ”

The old man was not accompanied by his family, nor did he have any companions, only one person with a few simple luggage. The passers-by around them didn't care what happened to the people around them, and even if they saw the old man lying on the ground, they just glanced at it casually in a hurry, and then quickened their pace and continued to walk forward - they had no spare time to care about the passers-by who had never known each other.

Of the crowds that left the neighborhood in droves, only Curt and Hermia were doing the opposite, which allowed them to more or less attract the attention of the crowd. On weekdays, a little strange behavior may be the talk of people after dinner, but now they don't care.

"←'re okay, it's okay," the old man gasped lowly, his unrefreshed eyes revealing a little tiredness, "I don't know what's going on, I'm still sleeping well in the studio." The guards knocked on the door of the house and told me to leave the nearby city. ”

I saw that the frail old man was still gasping for breath. Curt had no choice but to help him up and take him to rest at the railing of the side of the building. The old man trembled as he walked. His body didn't look good, and the cold sweat of Dou Da had covered his forehead at some point.

Hermia followed Curt without saying a word, silently observing the people passing by. Beside her, the passers-by who were blindly moving forward vacated a circle of open space, only to see the red snake body slowly swimming across the uneven stone road, and everyone subconsciously got out of the way.

But it certainly made it easier for Curt to borrow a place to rest away from the crowds, and to ask him what was going on in the central square.

"I don't know exactly what happened, but I heard from the people in the garrison that it seems that terrorists have planted explosives in the nearby sewers, you know. It's the one who caused the commotion some time ago. The old man let out a sigh of relief, and began to think back to what had happened tonight.

He is a carpenter who works near the central square, and usually accepts occasional work from a few nearby shops. Years of hard work have also allowed him to have his own studio in the back street of the Southwind Tavern, and although his family is in the Old Town, he also stays in the studio from time to time for work reasons - and tonight, too, he slept in the house after making a batch of wooden cups.

It was a part of his daily routine, but he never thought it would be so strange today. He was forcibly woken up from his sleep, and then told that the nearby streets had become unsafe and told him to leave immediately. Return to your home in the Old Town.

The old man remembered that it was probably not midnight, and he could vaguely hear the sound of a group of drunks arguing in the tavern in the distance. The members of the garrison were very careful to find each house and make sure that everyone could safely leave the area that might be dangerous.

Curt couldn't remember exactly what it was, as the speed at which time passed in the spirit world seemed to be very different from that of the material world. But since the garrison told the residents to leave the area affected by the spell. That was probably after the sorcerer arrived in the danger zone.

"I'm okay, now I just need to go home and wait for the announcement. Although the studio may not be safe. But after all, the family is not classified as a lockdown zone, unlike some residents who live near the central area. He said. He shrugged his shoulders exaggeratedly, as if distressed. "You know, some people have left all their belongings in the lockdown area, and if that 'explosives' are real, then their losses will be great. ”

Despite what he said, it was clear that he did not believe the words of the garrison, especially the reason for their emergency evacuation of the central area, which seemed too perfunctory. The so-called "explosives" are dangerous, but they are not dangerous enough for the sorcerers to erect massive protective walls.

Whether Curt believed it or not, the old man didn't believe the garrison's words anyway—the situation was probably much more dangerous than what they had told the citizens. Although the members of the garrison did not say it explicitly, there must be something more dangerous than "explosives" hidden near the central square.

As if remembering something, the old man paused for a moment and continued: "Originally, everyone didn't care much, just packed up their things and left slowly. But the sound of an explosion suddenly came from behind the wall of light, which made everyone nervous. ”

It was probably the largest spell he'd ever seen in his life—like Curt talking about what had happened, the old man sighed as he pointed to the wall of light in the distance. Small spells are widely used in life, but this huge wall of light is really a strong technique that ordinary people rarely see.

I really don't know how he would feel if he saw that the place where he usually lived had been controlled by Sain Democra with a spell, Curt remembered that the magicians still had a look of amazement on everyone's face when they used a wall of light to isolate the area covered by the pitch-black cocoon.

Towering walls of light now isolate more than half of the central area, and the color that is still getting deeper tends to intensify. The magic gushing out of the space fills the space with a strange brilliance, and through the wall of light, you can see a scene swaying in the heat.

Two blocks, including the central plaza, are directly surrounded by barriers into a crooked geometry, while several nearby citizens' living quarters have been cleared to serve as buffers. The readiness of the guards and sorcerers spread unease into the hearts of the people.

This is not a good sign, but it is unavoidable - the dismissal of a large number of residents in a short period of time will induce riots. The members of the garrison may have tried to avoid this outcome, but it has to be said that the "reason" they say is too weak.

Of course, the inhabitants of the Dominion will not be disturbed by some occasional riot, but the hidden forces with bad intentions will not let go of this opportunity. Now that there is a massive movement of people in the city, it will be a problem if anyone wants to take advantage of the opportunity to launch an attack on the inhabitants who are unable to resist.

In order to prevent such chaos, the mages and guards stationed in the city disguised themselves as civilians, secretly observing possible dangerous places, and the three Curts sitting on the side undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people, and several mages wanted to get close to snoop during the old man's narration of the incident.

I have to say that the camouflage techniques of these people are too unsuccessful, and even if they are mixed in the crowd, they will be immediately seen to be different from ordinary people. Hermia flicked her tail in a bad mood when she noticed them approaching, but Curt just smiled and didn't care.

"Thank you for your help, there are not many young people like me who can take the initiative to help an old man like me at this time. When he had said that, the tired old man stood up and saluted Curt casually, and prepared to leave the dangerous street.

During the time of chatting with the old people, fewer and fewer residents left the central square, and finally only the garrison groups disguised as civilians remained at the end to observe the situation in the rear. Maybe someone recognized Curt's face, and they didn't care about the people around him anymore.

Just as he was about to leave, he said to Curt, "I don't know why you're interested in these things, but it's definitely an extremely dangerous situation. My instincts tell me that something that can make these guys in the city go crazy is definitely not a good thing. ”

Curt lamented that he wanted to live a stable life, but he repeatedly took the initiative to jump into the rapids and let himself be trapped in a dangerous whirlpool. Although I also know that if you want to live a long time, you should not take the initiative to interfere in things that may be dangerous, and try to avoid all situations that are unfavorable to you.

It's just that even so, you can't avoid the trouble of taking the initiative to find it - there are some things that you find yourself on your own initiative, and even if you want to, you can't do it. Getting into trouble may already be a problem rooted in your "constitution", and you can encounter danger wherever you go.

The same is true of the current dilemma, which was initially thought to be a simple task, but it was as if I was in a vortex.

"Citizens of the Dominion, the neighborhood near the central square has been planted with dangerous explosives by a mob and has entered a state of total martial law. Please refrain from lingering in the neighborhood and move to a safe area in an orderly manner under the guidance of members of the nearby security team. ”

The loud voice came from the spell that amplified the sound, and Curt followed the sound to see a garrison motor vehicle carrying a squad of several magicians slowly approaching. A man in overalls stood on a platform at the back of a motor vehicle and used a spell to amplify his voice several times.

Like thunder, his speech spread all around, so that Curt, who was nearly a hundred meters away, could feel his chest vibrate slightly with his shout. That's probably the last group of staff to evacuate the residents, and they show up here and can almost assume that the residents of the nearby neighborhood have been emptied. (To be continued......)