Vincent and an adjutant beside him walked to the group of miners.

Lightning flashed in the air around him, and the indescribable pressure made everyone facing him lower their heads involuntarily, and several people even almost knelt down when their knees softened.

"Where was the man who killed the overseer?"

Vincent asked straight to the point, his voice very calm.

The leader's trembling reply.

"Just... right under the mine."

"Are you all here?"

"About half of the people are not here..."

"Where are those people?"

"The magic caster opened a portal and let them escape."

At this moment, under the strong pressure of this master magic caster, these miners had forgotten all the countermeasures they had previously discussed before speaking. Basically, they answered truthfully whatever the other party asked.

Vincent pondered for a moment, and then said to the adjutant beside him.

"Take them to the dungeon and lock them up first."

But the adjutant beside him shook his head.

"The Duke gave instructions before coming here. According to the mine riot plan, the Black Thorn Regulations will be implemented here."

Vincent looked at the adjutant and said without changing his tone.

"As I said, take him to the dungeon of the Rose Palace and lock him up first. I will go and talk to the Duke."

The adjutant hesitated for a long time, and finally lowered his head slightly and answered.

"Yes, follow your orders"

Then he raised his head and asked.

"Then what should we do with the heretic mage below the mine?"

Vincent's hand opened a deep crack flashing with electric light, and he took out an ebony staff inlaid with blue gems.

"I'll go down alone."

He held the staff and said.

"Why?"

The adjutant asked slightly surprised.

"These miners just said that the other party opened the portal to let the remaining people run away. If there are too many people going down and it is difficult for the other party to handle, he can open the portal again and run away. Moreover, the bottom of the mine is small and cannot be

It is suitable for the formation of the Black Guards of Thorns. Too many people will be a burden."

As he spoke, the blue gem on the staff in his hand was lit up, and ripples that stirred the space and deformed spread out from it.

The adjutant glanced at the ebony staff with some envy. He and Vincent were both magic chanters whose numerological signs were the Magi. The magic medium in Vincent's hand, made of void crystals, was definitely

All things that a mage majoring in lightning magic could dream of.

"If there is any problem, I will contact you immediately through space magic."

Vincent left these last words and walked deeper into the mine without looking back.

The adjutant bowed slightly towards his back.

"Wish you good luck."

When his back completely disappeared into the depths of the mine, the adjutant, who had always looked humble before, suddenly straightened his back, with an expression mixed with sarcasm and regret on his face.

However, this expression was fleeting, and he turned around and called for a mage whose robes were embroidered with a gold rose emblem.

"You go back and inform the Duke that Master Vincent's choice is as he predicted."

The man nodded, then looked at the miners surrounded by the Thorny Black Guards and asked.

"Then why didn't these people do anything and take them to the dungeon as Master Vincent said?"

A smile appeared on the adjutant's face, he shook his head and said.

"No."

Then he raised his voice.

"Enforcing the Blackthorn Ordinance."

His voice was neither high nor low, just enough for the black-armored guard on the side to hear.

Then, the sounds of screams and blood splattering could be heard endlessly.

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"Speaking of which, I have always wanted to ask, why did you appear in the Silver Stream Mine that day?"

Cass was standing in an alley opposite an enchantment shop covered in a black cloak. His face was hidden under the hood of the cloak. He took off the huge sword that was as exaggerated as a door panel and leaned against him.

on the wall.

At this moment, he was carrying a bottle of berry wine and sipping away the cold, while his eyes were fixed on the enchantment shop not far away.

The witch named Liz sat on his shoulder, bored and playing with the threads on her cloak.

After hearing Cass's question, the movements of her hands slowed down a bit.

He had learned from his previous communication with Liz that witches are extraordinary creatures that need to live on ambiguity and mystery. Mist, forest, dawn, dusk, dreams... they can only be obtained in places with those ambiguous elements.

Magical supplement.

Correspondingly, witches hate any place with specific rules. They will never take the initiative to approach a mine like Silverstream Mine that is close to the prototype of a company.

"Ah, I don't know. I remember falling asleep in the forest that day. When I woke up, I found heavy fog, and then I flew to the Silver Stream Mine. Oh, speaking of that day

Is there fog in the mine?"

Liz said, holding up the crooked bow she tied with thread, with a look of disgust on her face.

"I didn't pay attention after I went down to the mine with my teammates, but will there be fog in the mine, or did someone deliberately arrange it like this?"

Cass frowned and asked, but Liz did not answer his question, but continued to work on the bow.

Cass sighed softly. This seems to be the case for creatures like witches. They are born out of ambiguity, so they are not interested in anything that requires logical analysis. They naturally do things based on their mood, even whether they can use magic and the effects of using it.

Everything will change according to changes in mood.

At this moment, the door of the enchantment shop was opened from the inside, and a man and woman walked out, both wearing the uniforms of the Offa University.

The woman, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, was looking at the simple pendant in her hand with a confused look on her face, while the man, who was probably in his early twenties, was talking to her with a warm smile and a lowered head.

Cass, who originally planned to ask more questions, patted Liz's head gently.

Liz came back to her senses, she put down the bow, and her eyes lit up with a faint purple light.

"Yes, that's that man. I saw a parasitic aura on his body before."

She pointed at the young man with a warm smile and said.

"He is really a magic chanter this time. What about the woman next to him?"

"There are no traces of being parasitized, but it seems like the two of them are classmates? I suggest you wait until they are separated before going there, otherwise you won't be able to explain it clearly."

Liz suggested.

"If I don't follow, I'm afraid that woman will be parasitized tonight."

Cass said and tied the giant sword to his back again.

"Just like usual, go back to the wooden house and wait for me."

"no."

Liz suddenly flew in front of Cass, she stopped the man and said.

"This time the host is a magic chanter. I will accompany you and I can rescue you if something goes wrong."
Chapter completed!