Hammerland, Molten Iron City

After arranging Lin back to her residence, the Curse Crow once again set foot on the road back to Hammer Castle. Having already seen the power of the Death Banshee, the Curse Master would never doubt the future that Lin saw.

A future in which all human beings in the city were almost wiped out. In fact, to him, the life and death of the people in this city no longer mattered. After receiving Lin's promise, Cursed Crow felt unprecedentedly satisfied. And this sense of satisfaction also made him feel more satisfied.

He had the courage to face Duke Hammer again.

Thinking of the dwarf duke, the curser's brows frowned unconsciously under his hood. To be honest, even when facing the master of the gray tower, Clark, the cursed crow had never been so resistant to meeting. After all, he was not so resistant to meeting his teacher.

Although every meeting is like walking on thin ice, the improvement in knowledge brought by each class is real. And even if the Lord of the Gray Tower sometimes seems moody, as the strongest spellcaster, his every word and deed

They all adhere to rational principles and are not incomprehensible.

But that is not the case with the Grand Duke of Hammer. The conjurer understands that there is a kind of people in this world who allow their emotions to be suppressed by their rationality and have their own set of rules for their behavior. These rules are more stringent than the most stringent laws.

It must be mysterious, and most of the time even they themselves cannot explain it clearly. Such people are often artists, master craftsmen, or rangers, and their stubbornness is comparable to the stubborn rocks in the deepest underground. The Cursed Crow hates such people.

In the world of spellcasters, everything is about results. All processes are means that can be modified. If this way doesn't work, then find another way. This is why even in the highly competitive Gray Tower,

The Cursed Crow also has no enemies. In the minds of his fellow disciples, his unscrupulous methods to achieve his goals are more fearful than the curses mastered by the Conjurer.

Dwarves and spellcasters, their principles of dealing with things are like ice and fire, and it is difficult to coexist. This may be why Lord Hammer rejected the help of Cursed Crow. But for Lin, he can't care so much. "If he doesn't

If you listen, I will take Lin away." The magician walked on the street, talking to himself.

"It's not easy to convince that stone head, boy." A strange voice came from Curse Crow's ear.

"Who!" the conjurer shouted subconsciously, looking around at the surprised pedestrians. This is the noisy street of Molten Iron City, and the sun is hanging in the middle of the sky. Even the shadow in the darkest alley can't be seen.

I have to admit that this is the most difficult time of the day to hide. But even if

In this way, in Cursed Crow's perception, he could not detect anything, whether it was physical perception or magic force field. And the caster's confidence made him believe that what he just heard was definitely not an illusion, which meant that

, beside him, there is an existence that cannot be perceived.

Cold sweat flowed down his spine. The cursed crow was frightened by this unknown thing. But soon, he realized that he didn't seem to need to be so scared, because today was not the day of his death. The curser stretched out his hand to tidy up

He lifted his hood. He didn't like the feeling of the sun shining on his face. The passers-by around the Cursed Crow immediately lost interest in this man who had returned to his normal behavior. They still had their own things to do.

"Don't be afraid, little one. I don't intend to hurt you, just yet." The voice came from Cursed Crow's ears again, with a malicious laugh.

"Who are you? What do you want?" The conjurer lowered his head and said in a deep voice, knowing that the other party could hear him.

"Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute. This is not a good place to chat. If you want to chat with me, then we have to find a suitable place."

"I think Fort Hammer might be good." Cursed Crow's eyes flashed with a cunning light. This period of time must have been enough for him to deduce something from the words used by this voice to address Grand Duke Liehammer for the first time.

"Oh, not bad, really good. Turn into the alley in front, go left and then right, and we'll see you there." The voice disappeared. The invisible speaker seemed to be very satisfied with the conjurer's guess, maybe because of that

The little flaw was originally the bait he threw out to arouse the other party's curiosity.

Cursed Crow was really curious. He knew that if a person dared to tease a gray-robed mage like this, then he was either crazy or emboldened. And since the other person seemed to be very familiar with Grand Duke Hammer, he tended to believe the latter. From Sunset

There was still some time, and Archduke Liehammer could wait. With this thought in mind, the conjurer turned into the alley of Molten Iron City as the voice said.

There are always many alleys in the city. Although the people who built the city never reserved a place for them, these alleys really exist in every city. If we say that those named roads are the blood vessels of the city

, then these alleys are the liver of the city, they swallow up the dirtiest side of the city until the ugliness is so huge that it breaks the capacity of the alleys.

"I think we can talk now. In view of my schedule later, you must give me a good reason to make my robes worth soiling." Feeling the sticky touch under the boots, Cursed Crow stood in the dirty room.

Said the dirty alley. He couldn't bring the smell of garbage to see Grand Duke Liehammer, so after leaving the alley, he had to change clothes.

"Reason? If you need it, I can give you a dozen of those things at any time." Two burning fireballs suddenly appeared in the shadow in front of the cursed crow, and their positions were almost as high as the curser's forehead.

It was a pair of eyes, a pair of burning eyes.

"Forget it, I don't need the devil's reasons." Seeing such a pair of eyes, the muscles on Curse Crow's body tensed up instantly. He could even feel his scalp shrinking due to tension. As we all know, in this world, there are

The only creatures with such eyes were demons and demons, and demons at that time would never have such interesting conversations.

"But I'm not a devil either. So you'd better listen." The owner of the burning eyes stepped out of the shadows and let a little sunlight through the cracks in the alley illuminate his body. It was a man with his upper body exposed. He looked

He looks about thirty years old, has a handsome appearance, and has no beard. But this is not what surprised Cursed Crow. This man's naked brown skin is densely covered with dark red stripes, like a natural tattoo. These stripes are on his body

Forming one weird symbol after another.
Chapter completed!