The rain poured down, and occasionally thunder could be heard in the distance. Endless clouds filled the rainstorm sky, as gloomy as it had been when it had left.

The paralysis gradually subsided from all over the body, and the wounds left before were almost all healed, and the water droplets the size of beans dripped onto the body, taking away part of the body temperature, but they were indeed the most normal water, cold and moist, and did not make the body react strangely.

Curt set Lizzie aside, and then took a slow look at the scenery around them—they seemed to be in a desolate, misty wilderness. I can't see my fingers...... It was probably still late at night, and in the heavy rain curtain, visibility was suppressed to less than ten meters.

Rocks covered the hills that looked like they had just been burned by fire, and the smell of burnt earth mixed with the smell of earth reached Curt's nostrils. The flames had been extinguished, and only a faint spark was left in the faintly burning vegetation, which had created a large amount of smoke and dust in the humid air.

Magic is full of qiē things, this is a normal feeling, compared to the previous wasteland where the magic power has almost disappeared, this is simply a vibrant grassland.

As a matter of common sense, magic never disappears, and the total amount of magic does not change regardless of the changes or processes that occur in them. Just as no reaction can remove a house, neither can magic be removed - they simply change their form and structure through a process.

As it is now, the fire destroyed the material form of the plants and trees in the wasteland, but those that were destroyed were reduced to smoke and dust and continued to exist. When they destroy the material structure of something, it also means that at the same time, the magic contained within them is released into the surroundings.

The flames had dissipated, and the remaining mana in the air still left many traces. However, their movements are so elusive, which undoubtedly indicates that someone has operated them. A qiē sign is illustrated. The fire that burned the fire in front of him was a deliberate spell.

Curt looked around suspiciously, as if wondering if this was the place he had been before: "Okay. Where the hell is this? I feel like it's kind of similar to the surroundings of Catrice, so ...... We should be back to the right place. ”

Clutching his still dizzy head, Curt took a few steps with scattered steps, revealing the landscape in front of him in almost the most ordinary wilderness. A little farther away, you can see the outlines of the trees hidden behind the rain curtain, where there seems to be black smoke emitting from some unburned trees.

In front of them, a pair of fatigue-looking sorcerers were slumped and slumped, unable to move. One of them carried an old lantern, the other a thick scroll of manuscripts and a cane inlaid with red crystals, even though they were weak to the ground. The two sorcerers were still holding on to the tools, as if they were clutching a life-saving straw.

The man with the old lantern wore a wet coat and a tattered hat on his head, while his companion wore a pair of pleated trousers and a waterproof suit that appeared excessively wide. Outwardly, both of them were dressed like ordinary people, but the disguise looked clumsy - after all, no ordinary person would show up in the wilderness on a rainy night, with spell tools in their hands.

"There shouldn't be any problem, at least there's no unusual reaction from the surrounding intelligence. Lizzie shrugged her shoulders and grumbled angrily, "Let's not talk about whether there is such a thing as a very similar world. At least these guys lying in front of me can't be similar, right?"

For some reason, she looked angry, and it was she who immediately unleashed the spell just now, restraining the two of them when they were still stunned by the sudden fall of two people in front of them. Pale magic flashed. Spells that sealed the body's functions seeped into the bodies of these two people.

It was almost the moment she hit the ground, and Curt reacted when she was still groggy from hard 6. They didn't care if they would implicate unrelated civilians for their actions - it was as if by the time they noticed the two of them, Lizzie had already seen through their identities

I said...... Do you think that there are such civilians in the world who don't sleep in the middle of the night? Running to such a place with a spell tool that can be used as a police weapon? And the magic capacity of these guys is much stronger than the little ghost heads in those students!"

As he spoke. As if in anger, she kicked one of them in the chest. The man who was paralyzed on the ground cried out in pain. The body arched slightly, and with a crisp metallic sound of "Bang Chang!" a badge attached to a scarlet rust lock rolled off the inside of the clothes.

Like an extension of a chain, it seems to be some kind of vine wrapped around a plant, circling around a burning "eye" that emits a faint blue light, and finds strange patterns that are connected. If you look closely, those lines also form a wonderful spell structure, faintly revealing heterogeneous magic.

Needless to say, it was an emblem that belonged to the "True Eye" - the symbol of this organization was probably more intimate to the two of them than the Sun Emblem of the Cult of Wigginas. I've been dealing with these crazy people for nearly a month, and I'm afraid it's not easy to ignore them.

"I see, what a coincidence - I didn't expect to be greeted by these old friends in the first second back here, which was a bit of a surprise. The moment he saw the emblem, an elusive smile immediately appeared on Curt's face, and he slowly walked over to the two men and looked at them.

The two sorcerers were about the same age as Beate, but their eyes were full of firmness that was rare for their age. The only thing they looked at them was surprise - it seemed that these two guys had no affection for the man who had come down from the sky and bound them up.

Of course, if someone might have a good opinion of treating his own people in this way, Curt would probably have to wonder if there was something wrong with his head. It's just that the two sorcerers looked at Curt with great hostility in their eyes, and it seemed that they also knew his identity.

"Then again...... Shall I say 'good evening' to you?" to the two sorcerers who belong to the Eyes of Truth. He clapped his hands, then slowly paced around the two magicians who had been robbed of their mobility by the spell, "If you don't mind, could you please tell me a little bit about your plans for the last few days and what you've just been doing here?"

As a result, Lizzie's high reaction had a great effect, at least preventing the two from ending their lives in a drastic way. Ordinary people may choose to tie their hands to protect themselves when faced with a strong enemy, but Curt doesn't think that these mages have the common sense of ordinary people.

Curt looked rather relaxed and accosted the mages as he picked up the insignia that had fallen to the ground and handed it to the glaring sorcerers as if he were friendly...... It's just that he was restrained by Liqi's spell, but he could only stare dryly. Looking at the motionless sorcerer, Curt showed a "kind" smile and lowered his body to throw the emblem into the mage's open pocket.

Taking this opportunity, he took a look at the other items in the man's pocket. Crystal debris, the remains of some kind of insect that has been dried in the sun, something that looks like a medicinal herb...... Basically, it's all such casting materials, and you can't see anything of value.

"Well, Lizzie...... Can you please untie them?"

Then he took two steps back, beckoned to Lizzie, and said, "You don't have to untie them all, just let them talk, I have some simple questions I want to ask them." ”

These two young sorcerers are unlike any of the Eyes of Truth members I've seen before. I don't know if they were carrying out some special order, they weren't wearing the iconic black robes, which is why Curt noticed that they had a lot of wounds on their bodies.

Some of the wounds were recent, some had healed long ago, leaving only twisted scars, but no matter how Curt looked at them, he didn't think it was from the battle. These wounds are left in many inconsequential places and are simply painful.

In the past, he had heard that some underground organizations would take in homeless children, or buy children with certain "qualifications" through human trafficking to train them as a reserve force. Although he couldn't be sure, he felt that the two young mages in front of him were the ones who had been treated like this.

The "soul" of the individual contains thoughts and memories, and these experiences accumulate the so-called "human" self - this is a phrase that Lizzie often says. It is true that human growth can be affected in many ways, and these people who have been specially "educated" by underground organizations often have elusive ideas.

"These two guys are just little minions, and you can't ask anything if you ask. Lizzie raised an eyebrow, looking like she didn't think she could get information out of the two men, "And in the usual style of the True Eye, they're definitely not going to tell you anything." ”

Despite her distrustful words, Lizzie did Curt's request to unblock the two sorcerers' language abilities. After a few moments, she gave Curt a "do what you like" look, and then stepped aside and stopped talking.

"You bastard, don't think we're going to betray! If you want to kill or do something, be clean, are you still a man like this!"

Instead of Lizzie's voice, only the two mages who remained able to speak immediately began to shout at him. (To be continued!)

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