In the desolate courtyard, there was suddenly a gloomy wind, and the half-human-high weeds bent over in the wind, and the chill in the wind diluted the heat contained in the pale daylight, and Louise, who was blinded by the grass, shivered a few times, and subconsciously hugged her arms.

The sound of 'knock, knock' in the white building is still going on rapidly, and the sound is full of hysteria.

Amosa stepped out of the corridor and walked towards the tower's pointed rotunda, the fluttering robes rubbing against the dense grass rustling, and for some reason, looking at Amosta's suddenly taller back, Louise suddenly had an illusion in her heart, there seemed to be a thick barrier between this man and his surroundings, as if he was from another world.

Kingsley glanced at Louise, her right arm kept her eerily straight, and she quickly followed.

"Hey, wait for me—"

Louise suddenly came back to her senses, and after a weak cry, she ran over again and grabbed Amosta's sleeve.

As expected, the building standing in the center of the huge courtyard looked like a confinement room, and the narrow interior and the doors and window openings set in the direction of the sunlight kept the sense of claustrophobic to the greatest extent, and when the line of sight changed from bright to gloomy inner space, even Amosta's vision blurred for a few seconds.

Knock, knock, knock –

When she saw what that strange movement was, and who had made it, Louise, who was shocked by the sound, couldn't help but feel stunned and confused on her face.

The cylindrical room is in full view, most of the space on the ground is paved with withered weeds that have been plucked from the courtyard, and the 'grass' is littered with many chicken and dog scraps, such as a coat soaked in mud and water and then dried, a square tin box with many holes and a hammer. But the hammer head and hammer handle are separated-

Half-kneeling on the grass was an unkempt man, judging by the tangled gray hair, an old man, like the beggars Louise had seen outside the industrial area of Cokworth without any means of subsistence, with a disgusting dirt attached to every inch of his bare skin in the air.

Louise finally figured out what the thump was.

The beggar in the confinement chamber was holding a shotgun in his hand, and the wooden holder of the shotgun was smashing against the concrete floor of the room, mechanical but powerful.

At first glance, the old man who knew that he had gone crazy looked dull, but the pair of muddy pupils embedded in the dirty face were bloodshot, and the bulging pupils were staring at the ground, picking up the heavy butt of the gun again and again, and smashing it down.

"What are you doing?"

Louise asked, blankly.

Louise's voice was soft, and her questioning was not to expect the seemingly insane beggar to explain his absurdity, but to herself in astonishment, and then, with the strangeness of the beggar in the confinement room, was unusually perceptive, and at once caught Louise's unclear voice in the rustle of the wind blowing the grass.

The beggar raised his head abruptly, and pointed his bloodshot eyes at the three uninvited guests who had intruded into his habitat without invitation.

The light in the eyes that had lost their minds took only two breaths from frightened and confused to ferocious, and then, under the blank gaze of Louise, who still couldn't figure out the situation, the beggar with a hideous expression resolutely raised his gun, and the muzzle of the black hole exuding the breath of death was aimed at Amosta Blaine!

"Be careful!!

Louise only had time to shout the word in a terrified, mournful voice, and she didn't even have time to throw aside Amosta, whose arms were leisurely and naturally drooping—

Bang!

Under the blue sky and white sun, a gunshot rang out through the wilderness, startling many birds that were dormant and pecking at grass seeds!

Phew-——

The wind roaming in the courtyard suddenly became vicious, and the smoke and dust swept up by the fishy wind filled the air, and the pale sunlight was hazy.

Less than ten feet in front of Amosta, a barrier appeared at some point.

This transparent barrier resembles a rippling surface of the water, as well as a viscous change in the properties of the air.

A hot round iron bead that still glowed faintly red hovered in the very center of the barrier, rippling with the slightly undulating barrier like a fallen leaf floating on the water, but it could not go any further.

Bang Bang –

Looking at the transparent ripples of the bullet that no longer had kinetic energy and the bullet that bound it, Louise, whose hair was swept by the wind, pushed Amosta's arms and 'fell' down with a click, silently, her face pale without a trace of blood.

Silent spellcasting and wandless casting—

Kingsley looked with great admiration at Amosta Blaine, who was empty-handed and had no different face.

He wasn't sure if Amosta's magic barrier was an Iron Armor Charm, or if it was some more advanced protective white magic, but even if it was, with this silent spell and wandless spell alone, his attainments were not something he could match.

Kingsley glanced at Louise, whose mouth was quietly open, and only hesitated before the wand slipped into his palm,

"Except for your weapons--"

With a thud, the wanderer's shotgun left his grasp and fell into Kingsley's hands.

The wanderer's comical expression in the confinement chamber was not much better than that of Louise, and he still maintained the motions of raising his gun, with a stunned expression.

But as time passed, the stupid consternation on the wanderer's face vanished, and the pair of cloudy eyes gradually flooded with horror, as if recalling some terrifying memory, this fear was so intense that his bony body began to shiver, and at one point, the wanderer suddenly let out a strange howl like a jackdaw, and the whole person suddenly shrank to the wall.

The wanderer hid his head in the crook of his arm and shivered, and let out a wailing whimper.

"This man—" Kingsley said hesitantly.

"I think you guessed right, Kingsley--"

Amosta bowed slightly, his deep gaze perceiving the situation of the wanderer,

"I've been tortured, probably because of the Diamond Curse—"

Amosta and Kingsley left Louise's side one after another, and Amosta stood in front of the wanderer, leaning over slightly,

"Mr. Pastorey?"

The wanderer didn't respond, and he hugged his head tightly, not daring to look at Amosta and Kingsley.

With a heavy sigh, Amosta grasped the wand that had slipped into his palm, and pointed at the top of the wanderer's head soothingly, with a faint blue milky white halo swept away, Onisto Pastore's body suddenly stagnated and trembled, and his whole body unconsciously lay flat, slowly floating in the air, only a pair of godless eyes were still open.

Amosta didn't care what kind of crushing Louise's shattered worldview at the door was crushed by this move, he looked down at Pastore's eyes, and the next second, his eyes suddenly glowed with purple light!

(End of chapter)