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Home, a warm home.

Although reluctant to say it so pretentiously, Curt and Lizzie did take a short trip to a distant foreign land through the dark "sun". Therefore, when he opened the door of his house with his own hands, Curt had a real feeling that he had really returned to his home.

Maybe they hadn't been away for long, but there were many ordinary phenomena around the city, which made him feel like he was in a different world. The streets washed by the torrential rain are as usual, and the plants that have been tended for many days are a little listless.

&... ∈，a＠nshu¤ba.nbsp;“ Guess how long we've been gone?"

Curt shook it with a stack of newspapers, and said helplessly: "Let's take a look, here are the newspapers from the past few days...... It's been four days since we were swept into that 'dead world'. Although the scale of that world is terrifying, it shouldn't have stayed for long, right?"

Perhaps it was because the peaceful scene in the city was so eerie that Curt was not surprised by the fact. In the days since they left, the newspaper was still in circulation, which almost broke the humble newspaper box in front of the door.

-- Newspapers that had been hoarded for days were tightly stuffed inside.

With that, he threw the newspapers onto the coffee table in the hall in one go, and then the heavy printing paper hit the table, making a "pop-" crashing sound. They smashed the snack bag that Lizzie had set aside, and a few sweet cookies fell out of it.

"What's so strange about that? It's a 'foreign' land after all. There's no need to be surprised by anything, is there?"

Contrary to Curt. Lizzie seemed to have been mentally prepared for such an outcome, and only said it in a casual and perfunctory manner. Seeing her snacks fall out, she grabbed the tumbling sweet biscuits in her hand and chewed them with a squeak.

These cookies were the last stock of the small shops in the neighborhood, and even though the whole city was shrouded in that strange spell, their business was not affected in the slightest. When Curt, who had changed his clothes, went to wander around, he noticed that they all seemed to be in a good mood.

"Ah, Curt, long time no see...... Where have you been these days?" especially when Curt walked into a jewelry store. The shopkeeper greeted him quite warmly, "I'm going to close the shop...... You want to see my shop? Then I can stay open for you a little longer. ”

At that time, he was busy packing up his goods and preparing to close the store, but after seeing Curt walk into the store, he actually put out some jewelry that he called himself "Yipin" for him to appreciate. To be fair, those pieces of jewelry are cheap. The only thing that has some value is the precious metal itself.

But I'm afraid only "flattered" can express Curt's feelings, because he remembers that the boss has never given himself a good look in the past. Every time he watched Curt, a "mercenary of unknown origin", move around the area, he stared at him with the look of a thief.

"Maybe that's the effect of this wide-area spell...... Well, it's probably not bad to have that effect, isn't it?" said Lizzie about Curt's reaction. "At least from what you've observed, this spell seems to have been performed with good intentions. ”

I don't know what the caster was thinking, though - Lizzie muttered to herself. At least as far as the results are concerned, the effect of this spell did not cause any adverse effects, and the inhabitants affected by the magic only subconsciously avoided negative thoughts. Other than that, nothing has changed.

The girl said to a somewhat tired voice, "If only the result is considered." Now this city-wide spell has made people's mindsets positive. Regardless of the method, it simply maintains the stability of the city and avoids the spread of uneasy feelings among the crowd. ”

The clothes that were worn out in the "foreign country" have long since been changed. A brand new regular dress was loosely draped over Lizzie's thin body. Ease the fatigue of her body, and at the same time warm her magic - she was leaning lazily back in the sofa chair. Let yourself relax and rest.

"As for us, it's lucky that we didn't come back until a few years later...... It's also thanks to the guy's help. "Talking while munching on food. This made her voice a little slurred, "You know, among the guys who were taken to the 'foreign country', there are few who can come back...... Ahem, ahem, give me water!"

Improper sitting posture and mouthful of food, and unscrupulous talking...... The result is choking on cookie crumbs in your mouth. Liqi, who was choking loudly, immediately grabbed the kettle that was placed aside and washed them down with a lot of water.

"Ahem, cough, cough, what is this...... 'There has been a lot of terrorist activity in recent days, please pay attention to your own safety?'" In the constant coughing, Lizzie seemed to find something, "Such a headline actually appeared in these newspapers, could it be that they finally changed their sex?"

Intrigued, Curt subscribed to a number of obscure tabloids – no doubt these newspapers were always fond of using sensational headlines to attack current events, and the so-called sensationalism was probably a true portrayal of them. However, the articles in recent days have been somewhat different, although the newspapers have mentioned a lot of content about Operation True Eye, they seem to have made an appointment, and they are silent about the actions of the garrison and the military.

Even the Highway Daily, which was known for its "sharp comments," became quiet, mentioning only a few brief references to the movements of the garrison and the military.

"You know...... A fly is always a fly, and it is impossible to become a bee. Curt picked up a newspaper and flipped through it, a mocking smile on his face. "It's scary to be horrified by the horrors that happen around you, but I don't think it's going to turn the flies. ”

If you think that they will be cautious about their words and actions because of such a "trivial matter", I am afraid that they will underestimate the reporters in this city. These journalists are the kind of people who will not hesitate to take risks for the sake of scoops, and even the ban at the town hall is a dead letter in their eyes.

Curt hasn't forgotten about the last few things that have happened. Journalists flock to the so-called "scoop" like a wild bee, and that's the frenzy. In Curt's memory, I'm afraid there were only a few religions when they held large gatherings. There will be such an unprecedented crowd of people flocking to an area.

"That's easy to say. ”

Lizzie sat up slowly, grabbed another handful of cookies and stuffed them into her mouth: "The biggest possibility." They, like most of the city's inhabitants, were affected by this strange spell. As a result, the words in the newspapers, like their thoughts, are subject to a certain effect and are shifted. ”

Then she dipped her fingers in a little water and drew a crooked circle on the table in front of her. Watching the liquid slowly seep into the table, leaving a trail of dim water stains, Lizzie immediately poured the magic in her body into it, channeling the traces into a complete figure.

"This storm has caused some problems with the magic that surrounds the city, so this is the only way to do it. She tapped lightly on the edge of the table and showed Curt the water stains. "Fortunately, the flow of magic in the land has not been affected, and that spell cannot be hidden. ”

Curt looked in the direction that Lizzie was pointing, and although the "shape" looked somewhat strange, he could barely make out the outline of the outer walls of Catrice. The criss-crossing trajectories weave a microcosm of the road, and flickering magic constantly swirls over the miniatures.

The mist-like magic seemed to be guided by some kind of power, flowing directly above the "map" in a wonderful form. The dull silvery white fluid resembles mercury, and its unique icy glow illuminates the gradually darkening streets.

"These are the tracks of the mana of that fellow, and their owner, though careful to avoid me, forgot that he couldn't cover the city at all - unless he dismantled his spell. He said with some pride. Lizzie casually pointed out the window.

Indeed, as she said, the magic that pervaded the entire street terrified the two of them, and they did not dare to approach their side in the slightest. No matter how they circulate on the main streets, they even infiltrate the homes of residents without a word. None of them will be near the building where the two are located.

Perhaps it was because she wanted to avoid being traced by Liki, who had the ability to parse the structure of her spells, that the caster deliberately let her magic avoid her. However, that still doesn't stop Lizzie from searching for the network of the overall structure, to find the core that keeps the magic working.

"Caught. ”

A sneer appeared on the girl's face. Then he pointed to a corner of the map: "This is the heart of this giant spell." Now all the magic in the city pours out of this place, and it still gathers here after going around it. ”

A rudimentary map made it impossible to see exactly what the "core" Lizzie was referring to was in the building. It can only be guessed from the network of roads that it is probably near the central square. There is no doubt that it is the home of the staffing agencies and mercenaries. It is also likely to be the most affected area.

Unfortunately, the primary targets of this huge spell are these institutions, and the caster wants to suppress their ability to act as quickly as possible. However, seeing that the inhabitants of the city were fine, Curt could not figure out for a moment how it would be affected.

"If it's near a staffing agency, I think Dean Cruise François would have arrived...... He might know something. Curt muttered.

Looking at the magic that flew freely in the air, the image of the "Wind of the Twelve" came to Curt's mind. As the most powerful sorcerer in the Dominion, François could never have been unaware of the changes that had taken place in the city...... Perhaps he was already looking for a solution.

In any case, for Curt and Lizzie, the short break came to an end while they were setting their goals. (My novel will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)