258 Hamill Street, a building located deep in an alley that looks like an Old Continent mansion in disrepair.

Aside from visitors who are going to visit here, few people want to walk down this uninhabited path. The house at the end of the trail has an eerie exterior like an old monastery on the Old World, and even in the midday sun it looks enveloped in an eerie chill.

The brick and wood walls are adorned with carved ornaments from the past, but the capillaries-like cracks on the walls have made them lose their former appearance. The wrought iron hanging lamps hanging loosely on the walls, and the door plates decorated with stripped-off paper are covered with rust under the erosion of time.

But if someone wants to visit the building on a whim, he'll feel like the choice he's made is worth it. Even a healthy person with a strong body would not mind knowing a good healer - especially since this healer is a Gulnius from the Dark Continent.

Some of the thugs belonging to the Slote gang knew that it was an underground clinic run by Gulnius, and that its administrator was a strong man who could break steel with his bare hands. Most of them are treated here, but they are quite reluctant to see the therapist.

"I'm convinced. ”

And they probably wouldn't have imagined that the strange old man would have such a tangled expression: "You're still the same as before, you can always get involved in strange things - I remember you were helping that 'Wind of the Twelve' investigate the work of a certain organization recently." ”

His beard is white, from his hair to his beast-like hair, and he looks like a strange monster that mimics human actions. He was old. But his spirit is better than that of many young people, and he still contains full vitality in his strong body full of scars.

He is Carl Rota. A Gullinius from the Old World, also an old acquaintance of Curt. Curt and Lizzie had already communicated with him when they were still living in the Old World. I didn't expect to meet him in a dominion far away from his homeland after a few years.

"But according to you, the little girl you brought here is one of the terrorists who have thrown Catrice City into chaos in recent times? ”

Carl Rotta sat in a chair that matched his physique, his upper body leaning forward and looking at Curt who was sitting in another chair. The other party took a sip of tea easily, and used warm tea to moisten his throat, which had been dry after talking for a long time.

The path that Lizzie had figured out from the whispers of the spirits did lead to the right exit, illuminated by the blue lights, and the path led through the vast dense forest, leading directly to the exit of the canyon. There was a thick white fog all around, but they seemed to be afraid of something, and they didn't dare to approach the area around the road.

There seemed to be some kind of vicious monster lurking in those clouds, not the spirits that had been liberated by Lizzie. It's something more dangerous. It lurks silently in the depths of the clouds, waiting like a spider for its prey to attack after sinking into its own territory.

The Hunters of the Mists are not alone, they are a silent group, quietly hiding behind the walls of fog. Liki's magic captured at least five similar individuals, but for some reason, they couldn't get out of the fog and could only watch the two walk out of the canyon.

Waiting for them at the end of the road is a ruin of an unknown date, which leads to a valley between valleys by a man-made staircase in Guò.

Curt recognized at a glance where the valley was located—and it was undoubtedly the first place they had reached since returning from that decaying foreign land. Although it was a rainy night. It was pitch black, but Curt could still make out his position from the surroundings and the remnants of the ruins.

Now that you know where you are, it's easy to get a qiē – and the most important thing is obviously to bring the woman behind it to treatment.

In the process of escaping the stronghold, he had felt her life gradually draining away. Even with Lizzie's spell support, it won't help. In order to avoid further trouble, he immediately rushed to the clinic in the alley of the old town with the unconscious woman on his back and asked Carl Rota to treat her.

Treatment continued from early morning until noon. When Carl Rota finished his treatment, Curt was greeted with a barrage of inquiries. Carlotta was not a curious Gulnius. However, what happened in the past few days has forced him to notice the changes that have taken place in the city.

Perhaps it was because Curt was reminded of something by the information he had said, and the corners of his mouth inadvertently showed fangs. It looks a little hideous. In fact, even after living for more than a hundred years, he may not have seen so many crazy sorcerers acting without scruples for the sake of so-called righteousness.

"No, these are just my inferences, at least not until the guy who can tell us the answer wakes up. Curt placed the teacup on the coffee table aside and responded to silence with silence, "She may be the most efficient way for us to get closer to the truth." ”

With that, he got up from his chair and walked to the side window to look at the other side of the street. The heavy rain finally stopped, and many people could be seen busy in the noon sun, looking at their sweaty appearances, perhaps still missing the shade brought by the heavy rain.

"It seems that the half-hung man's spell has been solved, and it may be a good thing that the 'Wind of the Twelve Directions' has done. Liqi has been observing the movement of the magic track in the city for a long time, but she still hasn't found anything suspicious, "I don't know if it was the True Eye or the strange man who made that spell, but it's crazy to weave a Rubik's cube directly in the work organization of the academy." ”

The interior of the house is not as shabby as it looks, and all kinds of bizarre items are placed everywhere, which also makes the space look a little chaotic. Sitting by the window, Lizzie took a small crucible directly from a nearby shelf and threw some of the processed ingredients into it to boil.

The air wafted with the smell of herbs, and the water vapor rising from the crucible left several halos in the sunlight, forming an animal-like image. Lizzie gently stirred the water vapor in front of her with her fingers, weaving them into a wonderful structure.

"Can you imagine? These guys don't even know they've been spelled. Lizzie poured some of the liquid from the cauldron into the glass bottle and sealed it, "I don't know what happened to their memories, but it's not safe right now. ”

The huge Rubik's Cube had been lifted, and the strange magic that spread from the central square left the city like the heavy rain. The dreams that enveloped the city vanished as if literally, and all the qiē returned to their normal state.

The inhabitants repeat their lives every day as they did when they were manipulated, without suspecting that they have ever been affected by strange spells. Curt didn't even know if they had regained their normal thinking abilities or if they were still stuck in that grotesque dream.

"Indeed, as you said, the situation has changed, but there are no after-effects. But what is the point of such an action? Could it be that the real eye is simply to cause problems for the staffing agency and distract them from other plans? ”

Curt didn't know what the man who had made the spell was thinking, and their spell had taken control of Catrice, but it was quickly destroyed by Dean François.

Spells to manipulate people's hearts are quite difficult, and the people who control a city are originally only imaginary miracles. Although the Eyes of True Vision have succeeded in influencing the actions of the entire city by confusing dreams and reality, they have not yet been able to control their actions.

If this is just a real thing, then they may have succeeded partly and have already touched a corner of the depths of the human spirit. If you think about it from this point of view, then it is possible that they are also studying the knowledge of the soul, and they are ahead of most schools.

"Who knows what they think? Trying to think about the principles of their actions in the way of a madman will only throw your own mind into confusion. Lizzie shrugged, then looked back at Carl Rota, "But for now, we should think about our next move." ”

Whether it's the True Eye or the Ultramarines, they are finally put on the side of their allies when they seek to restore power. They may have been in a relationship of mutual exploitation, and the unidentified man had already taken a step ahead of them, stabbing them before they betrayed.

It can be said that after this battle, the power of the Ultramarine faction has been greatly reduced, and it has almost completely weakened. If there was an enemy, it was the men who attacked them - the only ones who knew about it were still unconscious.

Their actions have achieved phased success, but they will never stop because of this little success. Instead, Curt could imagine that after the destruction of the Eye of Truth stronghold, those men might have begun to prepare for further planning.

Curt remembered the first time he saw the sorcerer, and when he mentioned the name "Ultramarine", he had a disdainful look on his face. He didn't know what the sorcerer thought of his men who died for his plans, but he clearly didn't see them as humans. (To be continued......)