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It took thirty seconds for Gran to come back to his senses and speak with a bitter mouth. He was still shocked in his heart, and he couldn't believe that a mere junior apprentice would actually cast a level 3 spell.

But the lamppost not far away is still smoking green smoke, which is irrefutable evidence. As a result, Gran could only bow his head and accept the disgrace.

Even the four low-level mages present could only cast two level 2 spells per day. They were hit harder than Glenn, and some even began to fear retaliation from Curt.

"Thank you. ”

Curt saluted gracefully, hiding his trembling right hand in his sleeve. ――The lightning spell just now is not genuine, but it is actually Curt's amplitude manifestation, using a level 2 psychic ability, energy storage to forcibly extract the spell from the lightning staff, contain it in the body, and finally shoot it out.

For Curt at the moment, using energy storage to absorb lightning is a great burden. So he worked hard to maintain a smile, and as soon as he got the certification from Gran's hand, he left the Mage Tower. It wasn't until he was far away from the Gathering Spike that Curt relaxed. He flicked his still paralyzed right hand and walked into a roadside tavern.

"Give me a glass of fresh milk, thank you. ”

Curt skillfully greeted the maid and generously tossed a silver coin. When the drinks were served, he picked up his glass and sat down at the bar on the inside.

The tavernkeeper, who was wiping the plates, glanced at Curt and put down the dirty plates and the dirtier-looking cloth. He crouched down to sort out the bottles, and said in a voice that only Curt could hear:

"You're being targeted, little ghost. The thief who followed you to the door is called Larry, a spy under Camilla, the king of thieves. Camila is a member of the Thieves' Guild, where he manages smuggling channels and raises a large group of pickpockets and killers. ”

"What else?"

Curt raised his glass and drank the milk, then pressed a gold coin on the table. He sandwiched another gold coin between his index and middle fingers, and the tavernkeeper sighed helplessly, and whispered:

"Camilla's lair is in the North End Pier and is a standard land snake. They give monthly billings to law enforcement, so as long as they don't do anything too much, no one will care. It's well known that you're about to take over the Black Tower, and Camilla probably wants a piece of the pie. If he doesn't mean to kill you, you admit it. ”

"Thank you, Krona. ”

Curt picked up the two gold coins together with his fingers and threw them into the wooden cup. He then jumped out of his chair and walked out of the tavern. After wandering around for a while, Curt suddenly turned back and ran to the open-air fruit stand to chat with the proprietress . The man who followed him could only stop on the spot and pretend to be haggling with the owner of the stall next door.

Curt was less than five meters away from the other party, which was enough for him to wield the ability of a psionic. After taking the trouble to look through the consciousness of the others for five minutes, Curt happily stood up and walked towards the city gate with a bag of thorn fruits peculiar to the Northlands. He took graceful steps, raising his hand from time to time to greet acquaintances.

As he approached the city gates, Curt turned a corner. His stalker immediately quickened his pace and chased after him. However, after turning the corner, the Stalker has now lost track of Curt himself. As he hesitated, Curt lifted the effect of the invisible ring and pressed his hand on the other's shoulder.

"Shhhhh ”

Curt pressed the lightning staff against the stalker's face, preventing them from pulling out the dagger. With his previous thought reading, he accurately called out the name of the stalker. Larry's expression alternates between shock, bewilderment, and fear. He is only thirteen years old this year, and he has not experienced too many scenes, so he can only shake involuntarily.

Curt withdrew his staff and opened Larry's palm against the dagger. Then he stroked Larry's brown head and said softly:

"Relax, I didn't think about dissecting you alive and taking out the internal organs as spellcasting materials. Now go out from the gates of the city, and tell the brothers who have been in ambush, don't come to me for trouble. Then tell Camilla, the king of thieves, that I respect him very much, and I hope he will send a reliable messenger to talk to me. ”

"I can't be the master......"

Larry tried to plead, but Curt immediately put his finger to his lips and made a 'shhh' sound. Then he patted Larry's little face and said with a smile:

"Trust me, your brothers will be obedient. If Camilla is well-informed...... Oh, it looks like I don't need to bother you. ”

Curt let go of Larry with a smile as he saw a man hurrying towards the city gates. The man had a scruffy beard, carried a short sword, and had an anxious look on his face. - Obviously, Camilla, the king of thieves, has a spare spies to keep the situation under control if things go wrong. Now that spy has been to the Gathering Demon Peak, and heard about Curt's cousin. He suddenly realizes that Curt is not a soft persimmon, so he is on his way to stop a unplanned kidnapping.

"Sue Sù Camilla, I will wait for news from him in the Black Tower. ”

Curt stepped forward, waved his hand in a friendly way, and said goodbye to Larry. He was undisturbed on his way home, except that he was passing through a snowy spot where he saw a large footprint on the ground. They look disorganized, with human-shaped depressions in them. Probably someone was scared out of their guts and stumbled and fell into a dog eating.

That night, Curt opened Abyss's magic book. He had just finished a feast of steaks, carefully prepared by the invisible servants of the Black Tower.

Now Curt was in Abis's occult laboratory, sitting in a comfortable rocking chair flipping through the pages. With his constant light on the ceiling, he could read every letter without difficulty. Compared to the old life of being in a small room, lit by flickering candles, and always hungry, Curt felt like he was in heaven at the moment.

The fireplace burned beside Curt, shining the warm light of the fire on him. Curt felt drowsy until Ani's voice rang out.

"Someone is coming, be careful. ”

"It's finally here. ”

Curt yawned, pushed away the rocking chair and stood up. In his prediction, the messenger of the thief king Camilla should have arrived a long time ago. For this meeting, Curt carefully armed himself. He wears the best magic items, and he looks like a mage with near-intermediate strength.

But to Ke's surprise, he heard a polite knock on the door. After a little thought, Curt walked to the first floor. He asked Ani to remain silent, as he had done last time, and then cautiously opened the door.

Outside the door, stood two strange mages. One of them was white, and I am afraid that he had already passed sixty years old. The other could not tell his age because he had no face at all.

The Faceless!

Curt was startled and recognized the other party's identity. The Faceless One is the direct subordinate unit of the Elder Elder Xi, and can be said to be the Praetorian Guard of the Thousand Laws City. Their numbers are unknown, their origin is unknown, and each time they appear, they use spells to obscure their faces. While most of the Faceless are only mid-level mages, they possess the strength to make high-level mages fearful.

Three High Mages attempted to rebel and seize power from Eorham. As a result, when the matter was revealed, the two Faceless Ones cleared out the rebels who had hidden in the mage tower and wanted to fight to the death.

The exact process is unknown, but by the time the sun rose the next day, the traitors' mage towers had been reduced to rubble. Their bodies lay on the wreckage of the Mage's Tower, swollen and rotting as if they had been abandoned for a month.

There are several similar things that have established the authority of the Faceless One. Thinking of this, Curt's face tightened, and cold sweat oozed from his palms.

Thankfully, things didn't go bad. The Faceless greeted Curt politely, and said in a magically disguised voice:

"The one I've brought with me is a low-level mage, Mr. Randolph. He asks for a spell duel with you to decide the ownership of the Black Tower. ”

"I see. ”

Curt breathed a sigh of relief as a smile appeared on his face. He tried to read the Faceless Person's mind, but was stopped by some kind of spell barrier.

Later, Curt invited the two visitors into the Black Tower and went to the third floor, which was dedicated to spell trials. Along the way, Randolph kept looking around, and it was difficult to hide the greed in his eyes.

'Kill the apprentice while he is still familiar with the Mage Tower, and snatch Abyss's inheritance. That's Randolph's plan. What's more, in order to pass the guò certification test, today Curt has exhausted the highest level of spells.

After reaching the third floor, which was empty enough to contain only walls and stairs, Curt and Randolph distanced themselves from each other. The Faceless One shook his head disapprovingly, and said in an indifferent tone:

"I must remind you, Mr. Randolph, that this duel is unfair. Tomorrow I will appeal to the Council and ask them to give a reasonable judgment. ”

"Whatever you want. ”

Randolph grinned, revealing his mutilated yellow teeth. He laughed so disgustingly that he looked like an old hyena.

The City of a Thousand Laws allows a mage to challenge the owner of any mage tower to decide who is more suitable to own the tower, provided that there is a notary public. It was this that Randolph took advantage of to carry out his dastardly plans.

Because Randolph is already dying, it is difficult to advance in the attainment of magic. His mediocre qualifications made him strapped for money, and he had to live in a slum, living next to a stinking ditch all day long.

So in Randolph's view, challenging Curt is the only chance to turn around. He was convinced that his opponent was nothing more than an apprentice who had run out of spells, and this was a golden opportunity.

"Die!"

At the moment the duel began, Randolph shouted his declaration of victory. With a heroic movement, he showed a scroll on which recorded the nemesis of all the low-level mages, the third-level spells, and the strong acid arrows.