"This is not where I should be. Rick thought to himself. The glances that came from all over the room conveyed this message to him. The guards, the servants, and the occasional guest, all told him with their eyes how unworthy he was to the place.

He had only seen the so-called "mansions" in photographs, and had little experience to compare. He knew that this was a mansion, but in his limited social knowledge, he felt that something was wrong.

The floor is covered with a soft carpet with intricate exotic patterns. There are original oil paintings hanging on the walls. He didn't know how to paint, but those paintings made him feel a variety of emotions, and through still life or scenery, they brought him different feelings of happiness, calm, and so on. As far as the eye can see, every detail of the house is arranged to perfection. Everywhere in the house, you can see vases with flowers, and those flowers are carefully matched, both in color and shape. Soft music traveled down the hallway, and it was impossible to hear which direction the sound was coming from.

These things are obviously expensive, but after spending so much money, the lighting in the house comes from countless candles. Along the wall there is a delicate silver candlestick every fifty centimeters. The candle flame flickered, casting a fuzzy shadow in the room. It's romantic to say it's romantic, but it's just not right.

Rick had messy black hair, lacklustre and looked like a clump of rotten grass. Two black eyes peeked out of the grass, and the sharp gaze made people very uncomfortable. With excessively long bangs, it looks quite obscene. The skin is pale, and the blue blood vessels underneath can be seen clearly. The skeleton is very thin and well-articulated, and the whole person looks like a skeleton with only a thin layer of flesh left, and that bit of flesh seems to disappear after a few days of hunger.

He stood slightly hunched, showing a vigilant posture of protection. He wore a dark gray mage robe, the style was extremely basic, completely unadorned, and the material was the cheapest, with many stains hidden by color. He was carrying a large red suitcase, the surface of which was badly scratched and painted, and there were dark stains that could not be brushed off. He picked it up at the dump.

In addition to the tattered parts of this body, he hung a leather rope around his neck, and under the leather rope hung a small silver rectangular box, the surface of which was carved with flower and plant reliefs, and the workmanship was fine. There is also a professional potion bag on the waist, which is a bit old but in good condition.

Rick Treig, 19 years old, is the only name he has now, although it is not the name he received at birth. The weathering made him look older than his actual age. The person who stays in the mansion should have the appearance of not knowing what poverty and hard work are, and he looks like the embodiment of poverty.

He is a mage and has a mage license issued by the "Staff of Light", the country's mage authority.

There was a woman standing in front of Xi Ke, although she knew that in terms of politeness, she should look into the eyes of the other party when she was obedient, but Xi Ke couldn't help but look at the other person's head. The woman in front of him was named Hanna, and she was his immediate boss for the rest of the day. Hana was dressed in a fancy mage robe with a large number of ornamental, non-functional circle prints on it. Wearing peach-colored plastic-framed eyes on his face. What caused Xi Ke's eyes to take his eyes off was the top of her head. Her hair was coiled in and out of a conical spire on top of her head, with a large peach hairpin pinned to it. The plastic peach has a big blue eye on it. Rick doesn't remember any demons or magic grasses on Earth that look like this.

Nick tried to turn his eyes back to the other's face, and Miss Hana was glaring at him viciously.

"Listen, you should be grateful that an unclean guy like you can still have a job! You can do whatever I want you to do, and you are not allowed to delay for any reason! Don't chew your tongue outside, noble people like us don't allow people to talk nonsense!"

Miss Hannah's profession is a "house mage", that is, a mage who lives in a wealthy man's house and specializes in providing spell services to this family, whether it is making potions to cure bedwetting or pimples, divining whether her boyfriend is stepping on two boats or cursing a third party to break his front teeth, or even trying to make his political opponent's intestines rot, all of them are counted within the scope of the family mage's services, legal or illegal.

The status of the family mage is very high, comparable to the master's secretary, and the status is close to that of a senior advisor. Syk is not so noble, he is the "mage assistant" she hired, Miss Hana's assistant.

Rick kept nodding. Today is the first time he and Miss Hana have met, and as soon as Miss Hana opens her mouth, she doesn't know if this is a normal phenomenon in the workplace, so she just nods.

"Come here, take you to the dormitory!" said Miss Hana. Xi Ke obediently followed.

Passing through the brightly decorated first floor, he did not dare to hold out hope, but when he passed the modest second floor, he had a little expectation. As a result, Miss Hana led him all the way to the front of the stairs leading to the attic. The wooden ladder in front of him seemed to be made from the worst scrap of scrap, and he was skeptical that it would be able to support the weight of an adult male.

"Little Horn! Little Horn!" Miss Hana shouted upstairs with a look of disgust. After a few seconds, there was no response. Miss Hana let out a breath through her nose and muttered, "I should have a bell for this place, no, why bother with such a shitty creature......" Miss Hana climbed to the top of the ladder and knocked on the attic door, but there was still no response. So she took out the key and unlocked the door, and said, "Go in by yourself, the little horn is inside, and ask him if you have any questions! Really, I don't want to go near this dirty place!

Rick cautiously stepped up the creaking staircase, which seemed to slowly turn to dust with his steps. The wooden door at the top was crumbling, and as soon as he reached close to the doorknob, he felt the cold wind leaking from behind the door. By this time, his expectations of the living environment had been completely destroyed.

He made up his mind to face whatever he saw and open the door.

Even after all the mental preparations, the room in front of him was so sad that it sent chills to his heart. It's an attic warehouse, and there's no decoration at all. Beneath your feet is a gray, bare wooden floor, and above you is a ceiling bracket that slopes towards your right-hand side. The bed was made up of a bunch of crates and there was no table. There were also a lot of things piled up like whole baskets of old clothes, hairless mops and the like. The frames of the windows were deformed, and the cold wind poured into the room through the open windows.

Didn't see anyone who looked like a small horn. Rick mustered up the courage to take a step forward and kicked a soft object.

He looked down and saw a corpse lying on the floor of the room.

It was a full-fledged male corpse, dressed in mage robes, lying on its back on the floor with its hands outstretched.

Rick took a breath and turned downstairs and shouted, "Miss Hana, Horn is dead!"

"That slacker sleeps to death all day long! That's his business, you don't care! You are not allowed to learn from him! Or I will deduct your salary! Xike waited for a moment, and then Hana didn't respond, and the person was already far away.

He didn't know what to do with the corpse in such a place, so he stepped over the corpse and walked into the room, closing the door. He restrained himself from habitually chatting with corpses. Then he squatted down next to the corpse and touched the corpse's hand with his fingers. His judgment at first glance was correct, this person was dead, the corpse spots had surfaced, the skin was blue and purple, it was very cold to the touch, and it was a little hard, and the shape would not recover when pressed.

After making sure that he could no longer do anything for his roommate, Rick put his luggage down, and as Miss Hana had said, he was going downstairs to work.

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Miss Hana's studio is divided into three areas, one is the "external office" that Miss Hana will use. There were glass cases, dark furniture, and shelves lined with difficult books on magical theories. The book cover is shiny and new, to the point that I can be sure that I have never read it. There are also statuettes of famous magicians from ancient times on the table. Use all the means of explicit hints to make people feel that the owner of this place is a mage.

The second is the area where Miss Hana is now, her private lounge. The décor is dazzlingly shiny, and everything from bookshelves to tables and chairs is trimmed with gold. There was a long-haired red carpet on the ground, so red that you couldn't see it even if you splashed blood. The walls are plastered with posters of idol male stars in their twenties, and rows of perfumes on the bookshelves (I don't see any magic books), showing that the owner of this place has little interest in professional magic.

Hana reclined on her side on a chaise longue with armrests also covered in blood-red velvet, holding a novel called "Love at the Spiral Spire". The cover is under the starry sky, a handsome and handsome male mage, and a big-eyed young female mage are looking at each other, fully showing a kind of romance atmosphere that is not together but destined to be together.

The story in the book is about an incompetent virgin female mage who is bound to explode every time she casts a spell, and one day accidentally creates toxic smoke and sinks herself in the research room. At this time, the chairman of a very merry rolling strip development company happened to be outside the house, so he rushed into the house to rescue her. And this female mage, who was innocent enough to sacrifice her life to any life-saving benefactor, slept with him like this. The chairman, who slept with his personal secretary and his main female clients (all hot and scantily dressed, and both said they didn't love him but had a strong desire for exclusivity), found out later that his words had no reaction to anyone other than the female mage, and became a must-have (strangely enough, he didn't suspect that he was cursed, obviously both were mages). So he began to pursue the innocent female mage, but after learning that he had read countless women, she decided not to meet him again......

Miss Hana sighed as she ate a slimming biscuit that was said to be zero-calorie and satiating, "Why does this shijie always torment people who love each other?"

At this time, Xi Ke was in an area of Zuihou: Hanna's studio, doing all the things that Miss Hana didn't want to do and might not have anything to do with spells, such as cleaning.

Miss Hanna's studio completely subverts Syck's imagination of the mage's studio. In the past, when reading textbooks in the spell school, the mage's workshop in the books always had neat bookshelves and medicine shelves, smooth and square stone work tables, and bulky and reliable cauldrons on a safe stove.

However, Miss Hana's studio did not have a bookshelf or a single piece of paper with relevant information written on it, but it allowed Xi Ke to pick up a lot of popular product catalogs on the floor. There were rows of glass jars on the medicine shelves, but when he looked closely, he found that they were just ordinary biscuit jars. The materials inside are in terrible condition. If you describe it as a biscuit, it will be in a state that is about a few months after being placed in humid air, and it will definitely not be used.

The condition of the work table is particularly terrible, probably there is a problem with the materials, the surface is full of scars after long-term use, and some ditches are as deep as a centimeter, and there is a lot of dirt stuck in them. Grass stalks, blood clots, mud, etc., which were not cleaned with a brush at the end of each use, are now all lumps. To make potions on such tables, the materials are bound to be contaminated, and God knows what will become of the finished product.

As he looked at the unidentified coffee-colored smudges sprayed on the red brick walls, he began to wonder if Miss Hanna's professional abilities were as problematic as this studio.

He walked over to the cauldron by the wall, at least the thing looked normal on the outside. There was something in this pot, and as long as that thing was normal, he could admit that Miss Hana was a capable mage.

But after lifting the lid of the pot, Xi Ke stared at the contents of the pot for two seconds, and immediately lifted the pot and took it to the sink and poured it out.

It's fluffy inside, and the potions are growing red, yellow, and green mold! How long has it been since Miss Hana examined the cauldron?

After disposing of the cauldron, Xi Ke put on gloves and worked hard to clean from the work table. He thought that at least the pollution level should be reduced, so he used a thick needle to pick at the dirt in the scars, and when he reached the fifth groove, he picked out a slightly arched, gray flake about half a centimeter in size, with a small black lump on it.

Complete human nails. Rick recognized it at a glance. Because it's so complete, it shouldn't have fallen off when you cut your nails.

Due to his experience, he is very familiar with human materials. He doesn't think he'll admit his mistake. Rick reassured himself that it was just someone who accidentally knocked off his nails while working on the table.

He swept his nails into the trash can and continued to brush the table. After a while, Nick heard the sound of thumping footsteps, and five seconds later Miss Hana slammed open the door and glared at Nick with a fierce look in her eyes that made Tick stop what she was doing.

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning. Rick replied honestly. This was Miss Hanna's order.

Miss Hana walked over, picked up the rag that Rick had put aside, and threw the rag away with a wrinkled face because of the sewage on it, "Isn't it some strange ritual?"

"What strange ritual?"

"Murder, sacrifice, blood casting, you Sini evil mages will do!" Miss Hana looked like she was angry at not catching what Syk was doing.

Rick began to wonder if the reason why the other party hired him was because he wanted to see something strange.

Until two years ago, Xi Ke belonged to a cult organization called the "Night Order" that shook the whole country, and all the spells he learned were spells in the Soni language banned by the state. But the organization has been wiped out, and Syk has been pardoned, and at this moment he is a good citizen.

"You are not allowed to do that kind of thing secretly, anyway," Miss Hana said, and slammed the door shut.

You can't do it secretly, so is it okay to do it openly?"

Soni spells have now been lifted, and they are no longer taboo spells, just because they are related to cults, and the vast majority of people still regard them as a symbol of evil.

Xi Ke reached out and touched the medicine bag around his waist. He hung two kettle bags next to him, one large and one small. The small one has a kettle in it. He opened the larger one, pulled out a long strip wrapped in a towel from it, and opened it, revealing a short knife inside. The scabbard and handle of the knife are black, the length of the elbow of the Syke, and the appearance is plain and unadorned.

This is the "sacrificial sword" of Xi Ke. One of the characteristics of Soni spells is the use of sacrificial knives as a medium for spellcasting, and the predominance of "sacrifice" in Soni spells.

In the place where he had been, the neat studio was also a precious resource that was difficult to obtain, often through blood-spattered battles. As a result, Rick was used to turning ruins and the like into workshops, and one of his usual spells would come in handy right now.

Kick pushed aside the ineffective thick needles and brushes, and pulled out a frog skull and a handful of grass stalks from the scrap box.

Fearing that Hana would hear the mantra too loudly, he used grass stalks to form a basic circle to make up for the lack of volume, and then whispered the incantation: "Corrupt Epuedas, the harbinger of regeneration, the path of cleansing. The stubborn stone turned to mud, and the walls collapsed to dust. Disperse. He recited the mantra in an ancient language, Soni, which is no longer in use. The language is very difficult, with a large and complex number of vowels, a variety of collocations, rhythms, whistling, and sounds that sound like stones rolling. It was the language of spells he had learned in the Order of the Night.

After reciting the incantation, Syk placed the frog's skull in the middle of the grass stalk and poked it on the head with a sacrificial knife.

The tenacious sources of contamination slowly darkened until they turned black, and when he touched them with the tip of his knife, the black lumps shattered and vanished. Not even a speck of dust was left on the table.

The frog skull also disappeared along with it.

Now the desk is clean and shiny, without a trace of dirt. It's just that there are more nicks and it's an eyesore. At least now there is no contamination problem, and a cutting board can be used.

The spell of Epuedas was originally intended to remove large tracts of poison, but it worked well in such small places.

After casting the spell, Rick put the sacrificial knife into the kettle bag as it was, and pretended to sprinkle some water on the table, pretending to have just wiped it, to hide the fact that he had used a spell to clean it.

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