In the dark corner, on the last dark winter night, a whirring north wind made people feel panic.

On such a cold night, the air seems to be solidifying.

I stayed in an inconspicuous corner on the street and spent a day. My current physical condition was to avoid all unnecessary troubles.

And at this moment, the cold night told Aaron that he must complete this final self-salvation.

At this time, the strong wind blew the windows on the street, making a "bang bang" sound. It was a cold night, which made Aaron feel like he had fallen into the mouth of a giant beast. The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. A gust of cold wind blew, half lying in the corner. He couldn't help but shivered and could no longer stand up straight.

Frostbite is only limited in the size of a fingernail, showing a purple-red lump or hard nodule, and it feels as cold as iron.

This swelling and itching turned into blisters after encountering heat last night. Now the blisters have become eroded and have completely become shocking malignant frostbite.

"I thought that with Sparta's strong perseverance, I could endure everything. However, I forgot that I was just a mortal, overestimating my physical condition. The 5-star blessing effect of Sparta King can relieve serious war injuries, but it is useless for these typhoid and frostbite. Now, I must find a warm place, otherwise, tomorrow morning, I will be frozen into an ice sculpture."

At this time, Aaron must force his frozen body to stand up on the spot. Then find a place to keep warm, even if it is using force, although it will be very risky to do so.

"As for the evil magic that the Dark Warlock blesses on him, it will all dissipate before tomorrow's sunset. At that time, the ability to summon the two temples will be restored."

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Aaron had to use the wall behind him to stabilize his weak and stiff body in the cold wind.

But at this moment, a set of data suddenly appeared in his eyes, "The target——the warlock profession, is approaching."

Aaron's body froze inexplicably. Although his silver eyes were embedded in a strong face, they were uneasy. In this second, his heart was very complicated. There were both anger, disappointment, unwillingness, and a look of despair.

After the data, what followed was an old man who seemed to be over 70 years old!?

In Aaron's vision, the other party's dark and shiny face was covered by messy hair. The rag bag on his body was very heavy, and his back was hunched, and he was muttering: "I'm so cold, so cold!"

He limped step by step, patrolling the streets back and forth, as if looking for a corner to shelter from the wind.

When he walked to Aaron, he no longer looked down and opened the ragged bag in his hand, rummaged through the black hand covered with wrinkles like a ditch, and then took out a short wooden stick from it with one hand.

"A warlock or a beggar?"

Aaron suppressed the doubts in his heart and secretly looked at the other person's actions.

Everything is full of weirdness.

...A lonely old man begging in the bitter winter wind. His figure seemed to appear thinner, and his torso, which was leaning against the wall, was squatting down. He seemed even smaller in the sternness of the winter night.

With his frozen fingers bent and pinched his fist, Aaron was ready to kill with one blow.

"Why not sit down and chat easily for a while, mysterious young man?"

In Aaron's sight, the old beggar was muttering words, and at the same time, the wooden stick in his hand lit forward, and a pile of flames rose out of thin air.

At this moment, Aaron's arm stretched out only half of it and froze there. As he had worried before, he overestimated his physical condition.

"If you can't kill with one blow, don't act blindly."

Aaron finally took back his arm and slowly sat down in the range of the fire's temperature.

"Hahaha, your reaction is a bit intense. Young man. Although I am a fire control warlock, my ability is limited to controlling a fireball to keep warm. Believe me, this fireball is even less than a meter away."

The old man with a dark and shiny face laughed, disregarding Aaron's attack just now, and took some dry firewood from his ragged bag and kept adding it to the fire that would not be extinguished to increase and spread the temperature in this corner.

"You made me feel very scared. I was even thinking about getting close to you just now. Ordinary people can't see it, but I can feel that you are bound by at least the evil bondage of thirty kinds of dark warlocks."

The other party raised his head and looked at Aaron, and added, "The bondage of dark evil is a skill that only a wise man with a very rare and advanced warlock has."

The old beggar is not the imagined pursuer. But it does not affect Aaron's vigilant and meticulous thoughts. "So, what's your purpose in pretending to be a beggar and coming close to this corner?"

Obviously, from some minor movements, Aaron's limbs were still not relaxed. He was trying to drive away the feeling of stiffness that was like a shadow following the shadow.

——His eyes were cold and stiff, which was a sign of killing.

But at this moment, the old beggar suddenly looked at him straight, with surprise and full of prayers.

"Believe me, I used to be rich in this Shigang City, but now I am a real beggar. I don't have that courage to approach you. The reason I did this is because I'm going to die, just tonight!"

The old man's eye socket was deeply trapped and he shrank desperately inside.

Intuition tells Aaron that the other party is telling the truth. Because if this warlock is malicious, there is no need to be so verbose.

So, Aaron could only relax and restore his flexible body, squinted his eyes and stared at the flames, and outlined a bitter smile on his face, but said indifferently, "Use a fire to exchange for a wish. You are the smartest and most eye-catching person in this city... If you have something to ask for, just say it now!"

It turns out that this old beggar, or an old low-level warlock, had no mistake in his judgment.

A person who is blessed with thirty kinds of evil, if he is not the emperor of the Central Empire himself, perhaps he is an unspeakable existence... God. A god that is out of reach in the eyes of ordinary people.

What happened next was once again beyond Aaron's expectations. The imagined transaction was not as expensive as Aaron thought. This transaction was pure and small, but it moved him a little.

The old warlock flashed with unconcealed surprise gazes, and waved to the darkness with his arms.

A begging girl came into Aaron's sight. She was only about 10 years old, dressed very worn and had messy hair. She seemed to have not washed it for a long time. At the same time, she was holding a broken bowl in her hand, lowered her head, and walked forward with a timid look, but stood not far from Aaron.

"Her name is Lidong. I'm about to die, but I hope she won't suffer anymore... Today is her birthday, and it's also the day when she will become an orphan. Mysterious adult, as you can see... This is a birthday gift for a grandpa before his death."
Chapter completed!