The night was dark, and the sky that should have been covered with stars was completely covered by lead clouds, and in these fields, where there was no artificial light, rainy nights often seemed extremely dark. Deserted and empty, there is no trace of popularity, and it is often at this time that people miss the lights of the city.

Standing in the cold rain, Curt observed the night scene wrapped in a large amount of water vapor around him, somewhat aimlessly. It was supposed to be a grassy mountain valley for hiking, but a fire not long ago turned all the scenery into char.

The wet and cold air seeped through his clothes, and the moist moisture lingered on his clothes, which had almost been reduced to rags, causing him to shake his body uncomfortably. Lizzie, who was standing beside him, yawned vigorously and dozed lazily against the trunk of a dead tree.

She doesn't seem to care about the excess water, but if you look closely, you notice that her body isn't getting much water on it. A translucent film loomed around her, and the droplets of water had already slid to the side in the shape of the film before they could touch her body.

The use of spells could be convenient in many ways, but Curt did not have this useful knowledge. Even if it was too late to study now, he sighed, and he had to endure the wet feeling to check the surroundings, trying to find the way to the city.

However, the surrounding landscape was completely obscured by heavy clouds and rain, and the sporadic fires that had existed before had dissipated not long ago. Curt couldn't see anything but the burned vegetation, even with the help of Lizzie's spell. You can only see the silhouette that is hidden behind the fog and rain.

The inner side of the valley is uncommensurately silent, not as lively as a summer night should be...... Not even the slightest insect chirp. The wilderness, completely surrounded by thick fog, is uncomfortably quiet. No matter how you can tell, you can only hear the sound of bean-sized raindrops hitting the rocks.

The torrential rain was pouring in, and the air was almost overflowing with water vapor, and there was not the slightest desire to reduce it. The heavy rain curtain seems to cut the space. Not only does it deprive the people inside of their vision, but it also blocks their hearing, making it difficult to hear even the sounds that are a little farther away.

Of course, the premise is also to ignore the constant accumulation of swear words, which are now the most obvious sounds in this space. He wanted to ask the two sorcerers who had been put down by Lizzie for something, but all he got from their mouths was endless cursing.

Curt has always thought that he is a good talker, not to mention that he is not easy to have a temper, to put it mildly, he may not even have much so-called "temper". No matter what the two guys yelled at, he didn't do anything. It was as if the noise was the cry of summer cicadas.

Their bodies had been completely controlled by Liqi's spells, and it was difficult for them to even sit up now. Perhaps for this reason, the two sorcerers, who couldn't move, were like performing a talk show, mocking Curt and Lizzie with bitter sentences.

They weren't afraid to provoke the two...... Rather, it seems that this is what they are trying to do, they just want to make them angry, and then "solve" themselves.

It's a pity that their plan didn't come to fruition, and the idea of being too simple had already been read by the two of them first, and Curt and Lizzie didn't care about their clumsy performance at all. Their invective cries seemed hollow and weak, and their sharp verbal attacks shook the air senselessly.

Regardless of how these two people came up with so many different swear words to humiliate themselves and their seventeenth ancestors. The "taunts" of these two people really intrigued Curt. They seem to have mistaken the two for François's men, and the curse naturally included a greeting to the "Wind of the Twelve".

It seems that Dean François has been a thorn in the side of these guys, both in the past and recently. In the eyes of these sorcerers who belong to the True Eye, he is a disgusting old fox. They are enemies everywhere, and at the same time, they control the city wantonly with their own will.

As far as Curt knew, Dean François did have a certain say in the city hall of Cutrice, and he was also responsible for managing spells throughout the city. But that's all there is to it, despite the fact that he is in the whole city of Catrice. He is also an important figure in the entire Dominion, but if he wants to cover the sky with one hand. It was almost impossible to get everyone to do what he said.

But after the last attack. François's position within the Dominion seems to have improved considerably, and the previously suppressed armed forces of the Academy were restored at his suggestion. Looking at it this way, I am afraid that only he knows which is more important than the gain or the loss.

"Yawn...... You've been shouting at the top of your lungs for so long, are you tired?"

Curt pulled out the contents of their coat pockets and counted them as he said, "Actually, I've been dealing with some of you a while ago. Of course, they were all guys with strong personalities, and we didn't have a chance to communicate well. ”

The tone was that the guys were "distinctive" rather than "self-centered", especially the black-clad mage who used the Black Iron Spear as a weapon, and Curt could always sense something unusual about him. His mental and magical powers were unstable, and if nothing else, it was likely that the city's previous successive attacks against the Slots had been his cause.

Now Curt and the others know the whereabouts of the missing Slots, and the organs taken from the bodies of the dead may also be depleted by the nourishment of the black "sun". But what he cares about is the whereabouts of the sorcerers who serve the True Eye.

It was previously learned from François that some of the members of the staffing agency who were under the control of the "True Eye" had been found by them, and they were following this line upwards. But before they could know what would follow, he and Lizzie had already fallen into that strange world.

Now their investigation may have borne fruit, but the two men, who are ignorant of what happened after leaving, don't even know exactly when it will be. The two men, who were the only sources of information, seemed unwilling to bother with their inquiries at all, and continued to make sharp mockery.

But there was already a hint of fatigue in their voices, and after a long time they had spoken without any response, even the best of those who could speak would have a dry mouth. The two sorcerers seemed to finally understand their situation, and their cries slowly became muffled.

"Damn, what the hell do you bastard want to do, kill if you want, and talk less nonsense!" After a long time, the sorcerer who was holding the staff finally stopped his insult at Curt, and he changed his tone and said angrily, "I sue you, you won't get anything from me!"

Curt smiled with satisfaction, and that was the moment he was waiting for. After all, as long as they are living creatures, then their energy is limited after all, and after most of the initial sharp energy is consumed, the momentum of the two people in front of them will also shrink to this time, and they can become suitable talking objects.

"You see, we don't necessarily need to communicate in the same way we did, do we? I don't see you as my enemies, at least for now. He sorted the miscellaneous items into categories, and then approached the two of them and said, "I don't think we necessarily need to fight each other, and maybe we can solve a lot of problems by sitting down and having a good conversation, such as some recent things and so on." ”

He hadn't intended to learn anything important from the two mages, who might not be as valuable to the True Eyes as the black-robed mages. As Lizzie said, they are only subordinate members, and little minions like them probably don't know anything. Still, they should know some basic information, such as the time of day and how to get to the city.

"I think we're very good people to talk to, and we won't force you to hand over 'facts' that you don't know. Of course, if you are willing to talk to the garrison or other departments, I will be happy to send you there. After a moment's pause, Curt leaned into the man's eyes and continued.

Curt laughed lightly, as if he was just stating a fact, not a threat at all. Indeed, as a law-abiding ordinary citizen, it is natural that these unidentified terrorists should contact the garrison or related organizations, not to mention that Curt is still a mercenary.

Since the attack on Cutrice College, the True Eye has been the focus of attention at City Hall, requiring the security department to focus on it. And rightfully so, because each of them is no less than the most vicious wanted criminals, and no less dangerous than those criminals.

"Say whatever you want, I've already said it, so I don't want to repeat it again that you won't get anything from me except my corpse, when you kill me. But the sorcerer did not appreciate it, and when he had said this, he turned his head away and said not a word.

Stubbornness, or rather...... Death as home?

Unlike those who were threatened to assist the "True Eye", these people who were clearly being used as pawns were well aware of this, but did not resist it at all. Not only that, but they seem to be proud of their "cause" and have long been ready to sacrifice for it.

Although there is no "justice" in this world that is not based on position, if you only look at their attitudes, Curt almost thinks that his side is the bad guy.

"Well, if that's what you want. ”

Shrugging his shoulders, Curt greeted Lizzie with a blank face, and after a moment, the tentacles of the shadow structure reached out from the ground, binding the two mages into mummies. (To be continued......)

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