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Ani doesn't know much about human needs, so when the door to the secret cell is opened, Curt sees a very bleak scene. (Please search for the fastest novel website!)

Makoto Ito, who had been locked up for forty-eight hours, was not starved to death or thirsty, but his excretory organs did not last that long. The smell of fishy smell came to his face, and Makoto Ito, who had been nurtured in the dark for nearly two days, was earthy, and he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

Curt spent an hour dealing with the problem, leaving the dying Makoto Ito to bathe and eat. Then he took Makoto Ito to the secret art research room and began to chat with each other.

Under the influence of psychic suggestion, Curt became Ito's friend for many years. He deliberately steered the direction of the topic and emanated various messages from Ito's mouth. When Ito is speechless, Curt listens to the other person's words and reads the other person's thoughts. The uncanny world unfolds in Curt's mind, where there is no magic, but there is technology that can rival magic.

What impressed Curt the most was the explosives, which were several times more powerful than dwarven gunpowder. Weapons made of explosives are incredibly powerful, with one of the most powerful being capable of destroying the city of Miè and killing tens of thousands of creatures in an instant.

Regrettably, Makoto Ito did not know how to make even the simplest weapons, such as pistols. The composition of technology is very complex and requires a lot of expert collaboration to make a difference.

Curt felt that he was not happy, he just followed Ito Makoto to a different world, and the real harvest was lackluster. The only thing that intrigued Curt was a special metal golem. It shoots deadly rays and can fly in the void of death between planes. Although Ito states that it is only a fantasy creation, in Curt's view, it is far easier to become a reality than something like a missile or an airplane.

Deadly rays? Isn't it dissociation? Flying in the Void of Death between planes? Otherworldly teleportation makes this unnecessary. It's just that dissociation and otherworldly teleportation are both high-level spells, and they belong to the patent of high-level mages. In the end, Curt can only rely on imagination to get by, and there is no possibility of making a special metal golem seriously.

So Curt retreated and simply threw Ito back into a secret cell. For him, the exchange was of little value as a reference. As a result, Curt had to re-bury Abyss's magic book and learn from it. In addition, he would enter the meditation room on time every day and meditate to expand his psionic limits.

Day after day, two weeks passed quickly. During this period, Curt would often chat with Ani in addition to practicing. But their relationship is neither closer nor distant, and it is still at the stage of wanting to know each other better. It's a problem with racial differences, and a lot of the time their conversations are chickens and ducks.

Early this morning, Curt got up half an hour early**. He finished preparing the spell early, and then left the mage tower with a large sum of money.

According to the information Curt received from Kelly, today is the monthly black market opening time. The organizer is the underground faucet of Thousand Laws City, the Thieves Guild. Under their influence, almost all illegal organizations participate in the preparation of the black market. The villains will sell or exchange all sorts of illegal goods, including large amounts of stolen goods of dubious origin. Among the swag are many items with unique styles, which are rare and precious. But the price is only half of the regular channel, or even lower.

Curt donned his winter wolfskin coat and walked out of the Mage Tower. It was very windy outside, and today was the coldest day in Qianfa City since the beginning of winter. Dripping ice is a true reflection of the local climate, and if Curt spilled a glass of water from the top floor of the Mage's Tower, the people under the tower would only be spilled with ice slag all over their bodies.

In the bitter cold wind, Curt tightened his neck. The snow that had fallen last night had buried him to his ankles, making walking a nuisance. Curt slowly walked through the central city to the docklands in the northeast corner. On the way, he didn't forget to go to the Greenberry Tavern to show his face, and by the way, he had a hot drink to warm up.

The dock area is a mixed bag, and it is the gray area of Thousand Law City. Unidentified people followed the ships in and out, and no one could tell how many dangers were hidden here. Most of the people who want to work in the Northland are not good people, and some of them are human traffickers, drug lords, smugglers, and even dangerous wanted criminals. Therefore, people who enter here will carry weapons with them so as not to be targeted for robbery.

Curt didn't want to get in trouble, so he just walked forward with his head down. Some of the young men wandered around the neighborhood, looking at Curt with ill-intentioned eyes. They are skilled pickpockets and the bottom of the thieves' guild. As several of them began to stir, Curt drew his staff of strong acid. So the pickpockets looked away and took refuge in the dark corners of the neighborhood.

The mage is the master of the Thousand Laws City, this is an iron law. The spellcasters, led by Eoham, defend the order, ready to smash the reckless to smithereens. Curt, who revealed his identity, was not hindered in any way, and went directly to the pier on the edge of Mirror Lake. Mirror Lake is a calm, huge lake with a blue water that looks like melted jade. One end of it is adjacent to the Thousand Law City, and the other end leads to the boundless sea of moonlight.

"Thirteen and a half copper coins. ”

Curt whispered to the oncoming guards, and the other party let go of his grip on the hilt of his sword. He didn't interrogate the identity of the guests, and led Curt directly to the bottom of the dock. Curt strides on the decaying planks as he silently drives the psychic powers to read the guard's mind. There are no secrets in front of the psykers, and even the code words that enter the door are found by Curt from the minds of the guards.

As he passed by a large ship that was unloading, Curt stopped. A strange feeling floated from the bottom of his heart, an alarm from a psychic ability. Curt tilted his head slightly, casting the corner of his eye on the cabin, but nothing suspicious appeared. He quickly turned his gaze to the deck, and saw only a dozen sweaty porters busy.

So Curt became wary - the psyker's instincts were real and believable, and they were never nervous. If the enemy can evade his detection, it means that the situation becomes very difficult.

"Sir?"

The guard who led the way turned around and looked at Curt who had stopped in confusion. Customers who are able to participate in the black market usually have strong backgrounds and are typical of those who are not easy to mess with. With a headache on his face, the guard began to think of ways to persuade the other side not to be stupid in the traffic artery without offending Curt. As he struggled to gather words, a figure rushed out of the unloading ship.

"Bane is high! Bane is great! The majesty of the tyrannical god will be poured out here! Kneel, lambs, follow me to the glory of God! Fools who resist are dead! You will not escape the wrath of God!"

The visitor jumped to his feet and yelled, and at the same time used the wooden staff he carried with him to dig into the ground, attracting many eyes. He was so frenzied that he began to preach with only a thin cloth robe. The sub-freezing temperature froze the man's lips blue, but his frenzy was not affected in the slightest. The guard slumped his shoulders weakly, then made an inconspicuous gesture.

The bowstring vibrated and an arrow swept past Curt's side, pinning the frothing man to the ground. Curt looked in the direction the arrow was flying from, and found several small holes in the building near the dock. The man who was hit by the arrow made a ** sound and struggled on the ground in pain. At the same time, six warriors in armor and knives rushed to the deck, shouting Bane's holy name and began the slaughter.

The warriors' movements were chaotic and chaotic, and they simply thirsted for blood. They ignored the arrow holes not far away, and just frantically swung their weapons, cutting down the unfortunate coolies one by one.

With the disembarkation blocked first, the porters had little way to escape. Except for a few who jumped into the water quickly and risked freezing to death, the rest of the porters were wiped out in two minutes. There were sporadic arrows flying past, but none of them could penetrate the armor of the warriors.

Blood soaked the deck and flowed down the gutter into the lake. The guards leading the way for Curt began to tremble as the warriors turned their red eyes to this side.

"Kill all those who are disrespectful to my lord!"

With a chorus of shouts, the warriors moved to charge. Curt shrugged, then threw out a pinch of mica powder, unleashing a spell that had already been prepared, Glitter Dust.

As Curt finished the incantation and stretched out his fingers, a dazzling dust enveloped the warriors. They get together to get through the guò springboard, and they all end up being covered in the spell's effect. Screams of terror followed, and the six warriors covered their eyes one after another, becoming blind and unable to see. They pushed each other, and half of them fell into the lake before they could get ashore.

Sharp arrows burst through the air and struck the frontmost warriors in the face. Curt then took out his lightning staff and calmly aimed it at his target. Under the watchful eye of the guards, a sharp beam of lightning flashed and disappeared, piercing through the remaining two warriors. The guard, who hadn't even drawn his sword, opened his mouth wide, and after a while remembered that he was going to the lake to confirm the life and death of the man who had fallen into the water.

There's no doubt that Mirror Lake in winter is a silent killer. Under the erosion of the cold water, the fallen warriors and porters have sunk to the bottom of the lake. The guard who walked back to Curt was full of smiles, bowing his head and bowing his head to show respect and gratitude to Curt. He rubbed his hands together humbly and said in careful terms:

"I'm sorry, my lord, but no one thought that there would be fanatics hiding on board. Thanks to you for cleaning up those crazy people, as a thank you......"

"As for the compensation, let your boss come and talk to me directly. ”

Curt coldly interrupted the other party, secretly saddened that he had wasted a lightning bolt. The number of times a staff can be used is limited, and only a mage who specializes in alchemy can recharge the staff. Their fees have never been cheap, so much so that a significant number of low-level mages simply can't afford to use their staffs.

It wasn't until Curt was gone, accompanied by the guards, that a strange-looking creature stepped out of the shadows. It looked at Curt's back from afar, lifted its tentacle-like pseudolimb and tapped its head, as if thinking about something.