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By the time Curt left the tavern, he had wiped the milk that Kelly had spilled on his face. (Please search, the novel is better and faster!) Curt then walked slowly through the streets and came to the bottom of a platform fifty meters high. In the corner on the edge of the platform, he performed a levitation spell, then reached out and grasped a rope that was hanging down. The rope immediately automatically dragged Curt up to the top of the platform, directly in front of the trial hall.

Curt entered the trial hall and bent down and saluted Gran, who was waiting there. The other party respectfully returned the salute, and then said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Mr. Curt. I've heard of the reward you've received from the Council of a Thousand Laws, and it's unbelievably rich. ”

"Just call me Curt, Master Glen. ”

Curt maintained his usual modesty and followed Gran into the interior of the trial hall. They walked down the long hallway to a spacious office. Curt sat down in front of the desk across from Gran, then pulled the Elemental Staff from the Spatial Ring and placed it on the table. He shook his head and said with a mocking look:

"Probably even the high-level mages didn't expect that the monster alliance would cause such great damage. So they over-praised me, hoping to distract others with high rewards to cover up their sluggishness and incompetence. ”

"As far as I know, there were high-level mages who wanted to go to war, but Master Xi stopped them. ”

Gran looked left and right, lowering her voice. He picked up the teapot on the table, poured Curt a cup of lavender tea, and continued to whisper:

"Master Xi Iorham has announced that all mage towers outside the city will be transferred. It's a good thing that you're the first mage to enter the Thousand Laws City with the tower without needing to be promoted to the intermediate level. ”

“...... It seems that many pairs of eyes will be staring at me in the future. ”

Curt replied with a groan, not agreeing with Gran's conclusion. The location of the Black Tower is unique, avoiding a lot of trouble, so that Curt can always keep a low profile. After yesterday's battle, his watch was eye-catching enough. If you move to the city of Qianfa immediately, you may have an uninvited number of guests.

"Let's not talk about that. ”

Curt rubbed the teacup between his palms and gave him a meaningful look. After Glenn nodded knowingly, Curt said calmly:

"Please take out some of the medicine you gave Ling Ai. ”

"I'm all set. ”

Gran took a box from under his desk, placed it on the table and carefully opened it. There are all kinds of precious medicinal herbs inside, and just a small bottle of immortal bird saliva is worth ten thousand gold. This made Curt understand why Glenn was a judge mage, but he still had to go to the black market to set up a stall. Gran's daughter was literally swallowing diamonds, and I was afraid that the medicine she took in a month would be enough to replace it with an explosive potion that would flatten half a block.

“...... Can you see something?"

After a brief pause, Gran asked hopefully. Curt shook his head, causing frustration to fill the other's faces. Before Curt could speak, someone burst into the office. The comer, a sloppy man, roared angrily:

"I [beep-] Kelly's [beep-]! She dared to shake me?! If I had known that I had to climb a fifty-meter mountain to meet a client, I would have to take off her ** as a reward!"

Curt stood up calmly and signaled to the stunned Gran that there was no need to worry. Then he turned and beckoned to the man with a stubble on his face who hadn't showered in at least a month. After the man leaned over with a scolding grin, Curt solemnly introduced:

"This is Jacques, the most eminent potion master of the Northlands. If he can't see the problem, then no one can see the problem. ”

"Oh...... Fortunately, fortunately!"

Gran's face stretched out in an instant, as if he no longer cared about the terrible smell that Jake was exuding. He respectfully invited Jake to sit down, then pushed the pillbox over hopefully.

"You're the little imp named Curt, aren't you?"

Jake didn't bother with Glenn at all, just looked at Curt curiously. So Curt nodded very restrainedly, and listened to the other party laugh and said:

"Good, you're one of the few mongrels who can make Kelly's [beep-] even flawed. If you have the chance, her hard for me!"

"Please get to work, Mr. Jacques. ”

Curt looked noncommittal, then pointed to the box on the table. Jake took an unpleasant sip, but finally turned around and began to listen to Gran explain the function of each drug.

For a few minutes, Jake remained in a state of false sleep, listening nonchalantly. After a while, he suddenly reached out his hand, picked up the immortal bird saliva, and poured the whole bottle of medicinal herbs into his mouth. The air condensed in an instant, and Gran stared at Jake like the bottom of a pot. His jaw shuddered, and he watched as the other man gargled and then spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm.

"Immortal bird? Who has ever seen that kind of play? The standard process of cheating ** is to make a big splash first and scare the other party. Then mysteriously rub some sweat and dirt, put it into a beautiful little box, tie an expensive ribbon, and claim to be a cure-all. ”

Jacques lazily raised his hand and picked his teeth with his nails. He spat out a second mouthful of phlegm, then continued vaguely:

"With my eyes, tongue, and hands, it's the old hen's urine, mixed with glitter grass, dried in a shoddy magic furnace, and dissolved in orc blood. You've been tricked, dumb goose. Give me two hundred gold coins, and I can get you a bathtub for this play. ”

Gran's eyes bulged immediately, and he looked like he was about to vomit blood. He needed human restraint to continue listening to Jacques analyze other drugs. For example, belladonna powder and ogre feces are stirred together, then dried in the shade, and baked over low heat to make golden brass borneol marrow. Or the head of a goblin, colored with various herbs, and finally enchanted by a rookie mage.

Curt watched silently, watching Gran's face turn from black to white, from white to blue, from blue to purple, and finally from black to green. He felt sympathy from the bottom of his heart—not for Gran, but for those who dared to blackmail the Inquisitors.

"It's just a trick to use against an idiot like you, who is high up and doesn't understand anything. ”

Jake digs his nose and makes a summary. He looked at Gran with disdain, and said slowly:

"You mages, always look above the top, thinking that you are a [beep-] and will do whatever you want. When you are stabbed, you will realize that you are actually a copper coin. ――In addition to the one on the front, there is a small chrysanthemum that opens on the back. ”

So the huge desk was shattered to pieces by lightning, and Gran's office was doomed to be renovated. Cortra picked up Jake and fled, but was not affected.

After performing a feather fall on Jack and sending him away, Curt walked to the platform. While admiring the snowy scenery of Thousand Law City, he pondered what happened to Gran.

At first, Gran's daughter only had a minor illness, so she simply took some medicine. As her daughter's condition worsened, Gran finally panicked. He used the fastest degree to find the priest, but the naturally occurring diseases had nothing to do with magic, and magic could not help at all. In desperation, Gran found an illegal shop. The owner of the shop claimed to know the high-level druids, and the so-called special medicine provided made the condition improve quickly, but it was repeated regularly. For this reason, Gran went bankrupt, and under the glamorous appearance, he was even forced to make inferior magic props to set up a stall.

'Typical of stepping into a blind spot. Standard high IQ, low EQ. ’

Curt made a non-chalant comment, thinking it was a good lesson. The king who rules the country may not know how to run a butcher's shop, because everyone's talents have their limits. Presumably, the dealer who extorted Gran was originally just trying to make a profit, and did not intend to go too far. But the money came so easily...... So they got into it step by step, and finally brought themselves to a dead end.

Curt wondered curiously, had those daring traders never thought about what it meant to be an intermediate mage with great strength and could pull out 10,000 gold coins at any time? Once Gran turned his face, who would stop him from killing all sides? Are the vendors really so confident in their little tricks? Or are they blinded by greed? They can't see such an obvious result?

It should be a greedy relationship. ’

Curt thought about it for a moment and came to a conclusion. Laziness is human nature, and everyone wants to live more comfortably. That's why hard work has its value – when others stop and enjoy, you're moving forward. Years later, you'll be on top of things......

The sound of hurried footsteps interrupted Curt's thoughts. Grant rushed out of the trial hall with the fireball staff, and did not forget to raise his hand to say hello as he passed by Curt's side. Curt didn't have time to return the salute, so he could only watch Gran soar away. Someone's going to be out of luck...... For them, a simple death turned into something to celebrate. But in front of the furious mid-level mage, I am afraid that can only be a luxury.

Curt, who didn't plan to follow the bustle, turned around and left the trial hall. As he jumped off the platform, an urgent telephonic message came to him.

'Come back immediately, there's something wrong with the basement!'

For the first time, Ani added an element of panic to her voice, which made Curt understand the severity of the situation. So Curt returned to the Black Tower as fast as he could, and went to the basement floor under Ani's instructions. The room he was now using for the summoning ritual had been ransacked, and the lock had been broken.

It seems that there are a few good lockpickers among the displaced people who have been taken in before, and perhaps they were once famous thieves. Not even the magic traps were able to stop them, how much of a case did those guys have to carry to flee to the Northlands?

Curt looked at the scene in surprise, and then something surprised him even more. - The summoning circle on the altar is back in operation, and several frozen corpses lie around it.

There were no external injuries on the body, as if it had died of natural causes. But according to Curt's knowledge, it should be an effect like soul sucking. The summoning circle took the thief's soul as fuel, spewing out magical energy like a spark stained with oil. The spell left behind by Abyss has long since gotten out of control, and now no one knows what it will turn into.

Just as Curt cautiously distanced himself from the summoning circle, trying to judge the situation, a violent light filled the entire basement. Curt raised his hand to cover his eyes, and saw a human pop out of the portal through his fingers. He was unconscious, and fell heavily to the ground.

This is another unlucky bastard, summoned from the Alien Wall called Earth. From the distinctive clothing, Curt guessed the identity of the other party.