Did not accept Ivan Baruch's invitation to have a drink, Suldak and Miss Darcy Christie stood on the street chatting for a while.

The weather was relatively cold, and a young lady wearing a noble court-style dress would soon be shivering from the cold even if she was wearing a winter dress standing on the winter street. Darcy Christie casually chatted with Suldak and reminded him not to

Forgetting the afternoon training at the swords hall the day after tomorrow, she would reserve a practice room in advance, and then invite Miss Hoyle and Knight Ivan Baruch to board the carriage.

Darcy Christie ordered the coachman to continue his previous journey. The coachman, who was huddled in his fur coat, quickly drove the carriage forward slowly.

Suldak waved to the three young people, said something he would never forget, and watched them leave in the carriage.

 …

In the morning two days later, Suldak woke up from his dream when he felt a sharp pain in his right calf while lying on the bed.

Climbing out of bed and cutting off the hemostatic bandage covering the wound, Surdak suddenly discovered that the wound that seemed to be about to heal had returned to its original appearance. There were slowly festering blood holes around it. Unexpectedly, even the Holy Light

The wound could not be cured by the power of God's Blessing, and the Divine Blessing Body could only temporarily suppress the wound from deteriorating. Once the blessing effect disappeared, the wound worsened rapidly. Surdak finally realized that this matter was somewhat troublesome.

Although there are eleven sacrificial offerings such as sand wolf heads in the magic belt bag, one cannot expect that these sacrifices will heal the leg injury.

He bandaged the wound again, washed his face casually in the dormitory, asked for leave from Assistant Professor Pablo, and limped out of the college.

The fallen leaves on the street were swept very clean. As I walked along the long street towards the Magic Guild, empty carriages would come by from time to time. I asked Surdak if he wanted to rent a magic caravan, but he was politely rejected.

, the distance between the Knight Academy and the Magic Guild is not far. Although walking is a little inconvenient, it is definitely not impossible to walk.

Entering the lobby on the first floor of the magic tower, with the help of the waitress at the front desk, Lance hurried out of the research room wearing a magic robe, and asked Surdak with a look of surprise: "Suldak

Ke, have you changed your mind?"

Suldak was sitting in the waiting area in the lobby on the first floor. Seeing Lance with an excited face, he waved his hands in embarrassment and explained: "Oh, no! I need your help this time. Didn't you say you knew someone last time?

A magic scholar who is proficient in the anatomy of the human body can help me look at my leg injury. I want to see him. The power of the Holy Light seems useless."

"Oh my god, it's been almost two weeks. How did you delay it until now?" Lance looked at Suldak speechlessly and said, "I'm going to see Scholar Ferdinand right away. Come with me."

."

 Lance made a prompt decision and pulled Suldak along the spiral staircase to the second floor of the Magic Guild. Suldak said with some scruples: "Lance, isn't this a little too abrupt?"

 Lance waved his hand and comforted Suldak: "It's okay, Scholar Ferdinand is very easy-going."

As he was walking along the spiral staircase, a magician walked towards him in the corridor. Suldak stopped quickly and took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, Mr. Francis Magician."

Magician Francis was also surprised. He did not expect to see Surdak, and asked quickly: "Knight Surdak, long time no see, have you obtained the fresh meat of the salamander again?"

Suldak stood in the corridor and said to Magician Francis holding a tray of magic potion: "That's not the case. My friend and I are here to visit a magic scholar."

Francis glanced at the tray in his hand, signaled to Suldak that he was leaving immediately, and said very politely: "Then I still have things to do. If you need help, you can come to me at any time."

Suldak quickly straightened his posture, saluted Francis Magician with a knightly salute, and said: "Thank you, Mr. Francis Magician."

 When Magician Francis quickly walked into a laboratory with a tray, Lance said curiously next to Suldak: "It turns out you have acquaintances in the Magic Guild!"

“To be precise, Magician Francis is my client.” Suldak explained.

The two of them walked side by side in the corridor, and there were always some magic apprentices rushing past. They looked very busy, and the entire magic union was filled with a tense atmosphere.

“Customer?” Lance couldn’t understand the word, so he repeated it.

Suldak smiled and said: "Sometimes I hunt salamanders in the mountains, and I take the salamander meat to Hellanza City to sell it. Sometimes I send some to this magician."

“Salamander, are you still a demon hunter?” Lance asked with an incredulous expression.

If Surdak is a demon hunter, then Lance will need some troublesome procedures if he wants to cooperate with Surdak. The main reason is that the Magic Union does not trust those demon hunters who have no position and only have magic crystals in their eyes.

Although the Demon Hunters Guild is a relatively loose organization, it undertakes various tasks like the Mercenary Guild, mainly focusing on hunting.

Suldak knew about witchers, but he was currently only a reserve knight, so he said: "I am not a witcher. I just happened to encounter salamanders twice in the Paglos Mountains."

“…I have to say you are very lucky.” Lance said with some envy.

As a magician in the Magic Guild Law Enforcement Group, he doesn't think a salamander is difficult to deal with. He just simply thinks that Surdak is very lucky, and not just anyone who enters Paglos Mountain will be able to deal with it.

Meet those elusive salamanders. This kind of fire-attributed monster is very popular among magicians, regardless of the leather on its body or the fresh meat of the monster. The fastest update on the computer::/

The two of them walked to the door of a research room on the second floor of the spiral staircase. Lance stopped, straightened his collar outside the door, stood up straight, took a deep breath, knocked on the door, and faced inside.

Asked: "Is Scholar Ferdinand here?"

The door of the room was pushed open by a magician assistant. He looked out from inside and said with a straight face: "The scholar is doing experiments. If you have anything, you'd better come back tomorrow!"

Lance and Surdak looked at each other, not expecting to be rejected so happily. Just as they were about to turn around and leave, they heard someone in the room say: "It's okay, Maggie, let them in!"

The magician assistant looked at Suldak and Lance with vigilance, pushed the door open, and stepped aside to let the two of them enter the research room.

The research room is filled with various large and small glass jars. These glass jars are as big as a person tall and as small as a fist. They contain liquids of various colors, and the liquids are soaked with the organs of certain creatures.

, the whole room is full of such glass jars, preliminary estimates are that there are at least hundreds of jars, a naked magician is sitting by the test table, taking off a piece of lizard skin from his shoulder, looking at him

He didn't feel any pain at all, and his flesh and blood were all bloody. Lance quickly stepped forward and handed him a piece of hemostatic gauze.

The magic assistant also ran over and unfolded a hydrotherapy magic scroll. A flash of white light flashed. The wound on the magician's shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, the pain caused the magician to grin and his face was almost distorted.

After taking care of the wound on his shoulder, the magician put on his magic robe again. He had large tattoos on his chest and abdomen. Surdak knew that those magic patterns were a kind of magic pattern structure that could be drawn on the body. Originally,

Swordsman Baikal said that his body is covered with burn scars, and he may not be able to inscribe this kind of magic pattern structure on his body in the future, which will greatly reduce the power he possesses.

Unexpectedly, Scholar Ferdinand was actually doing some kind of experiment on his own body. Looking at the bloody scene, Suldak had to admire the courage of Scholar Ferdinand.

The magic scholar was very approachable. He invited Lance and Suldak to sit in the sitting area next to him, and asked very enthusiastically: "Oh, Lance, your vacation is not over yet?"

Lance said: "The task I received is to set off the day after tomorrow."

Scholar Ferdinand nodded, and then asked: "So, what do you want to see me for?"

Lance pointed to Surdak beside him and said to Scholar Ferdinand: "This is my friend Knight Surdak. In fact, he encountered a little trouble and wanted to seek your help.

"

Scholar Ferdinand was very considerate of Lance, pointed at him, and said helplessly: "You are really good at causing trouble!"

 Then he asked Surdak seriously: "Knight Surdak, what can I do for you?"

Suldak quickly rolled up his loose trouser legs, revealing the bandaged leg inside, and said to Scholar Ferdinand: "This leg was slightly injured, but it has never healed."

Scholar Ferdinand was not polite. He immediately approached Suldak, squatted beside his legs and said seriously: "Let me take a look..."

Surdak untied the wrapped bandage, and the blood hole inside expanded again, almost as big as an egg, and the surrounding wounds began to fester again. Scholar Ferdinand stretched out his hand to the magician assistant beside him,

The assistant handed over a piece of magic crystal on the test table without any prompting. Scholar Ferdinand took the transparent three-sided crystal and carefully scanned it next to Suldak's legs.

He frowned slightly, and carefully scraped off a trace of festering flesh and blood from the edge of the wound, placed it next to a magic crystal ball on the test bench, and then recited a spell, and the flesh and blood the size of a fingernail turned into a wisp of black in a moment.

The flames completely disappeared.

Scholar Ferdinand's face became more serious. He raised his head and asked Suldak: "How long have you had this wound?"

 “Almost two weeks,” Surdak replied.

Scholar Ferdinand continues to ask: “Where was this wound caused?”

Seeing that Scholar Ferdinand had a serious expression on his face, Lance quickly explained to Suldak: "He is a knight in the guard camp, and he was injured when he and I went on a mission to Grenfell Manor last time.

"

With Lance's endorsement, Scholar Ferdinand nodded and suddenly said: "It turns out to be the black magic of the Black Magic Monastery. This can be explained clearly."

However, he asked Surdak curiously: "What did you do to prevent it from getting worse? It is said that it is a miracle that your leg did not completely rot after delaying treatment for so long."

Suldak was stunned on the spot. He didn't expect that his injuries would be so serious. He thought it was just an unhealed burn, but now it seems that it is not that simple.

“No way, it’s so serious?” Lance also opened his mouth, showing a surprised expression.

Scholar Ferdinand nodded seriously and said: "This is not an ordinary wound. He is cursed by black magic. If it were in the past, this kind of black magic curse would be easy to deal with. Just go to the god in the city of Helensa."

Temple, you can help you purify the curse by looking for the priest, but now the temple in Helensa City has been completely closed, and the priest disappeared two years ago. If you want to lift the curse, you have to

It’s really a big problem.”

Scholar Ferdinand then said: "However, I hope you can answer, how do you delay the curse of black magic from eroding your body?"

Suldak quickly released a trace of sacred aura, causing a faint golden light to appear in his palm. Explaining this from a magical perspective, this should be regarded as a trace of magical element with sacred attributes.

Suldak said: "They say I have some element of divine magic."

Scholar Ferdinand looked at Surdak again, nodded to him and said: "Oh... no wonder it is like this, he is actually another warrior who has awakened his magic perception, and the awakening is still very rare.

With divine attributes, I don’t even know how long it’s been since the Green Empire saw a paladin.”

 Lance interjected and asked: "Scholar Ferdinand, can you lift this dark magic curse?"

Scholar Ferdinand pondered for a moment before saying: "This...I don't know without testing it. My magic research does not involve black magic curses, but you can perceive the magical elements of sacred attributes, the Holy Light."

The power is just enough to restrain black magic. Perhaps the answer to breaking the curse of black magic... lies within yourself. You can't completely eliminate it now because you are not strong enough."

“What should I do? Scholar Ferdinand.” Suldak humbly asked for advice.

Scholar Ferdinand looked at Surdak and hesitated before saying: "This... my method is to saw off your leg and let the black magic curse be thrown into the stove together with your half leg.

, and burn them together. And I am sure to replace you with a new leg that is more useful. Of course, you can also choose some non-human parts of Warcraft, such as the tentacles of an emperor squid, or the hind legs of a magic antelope,

That will make you run faster and jump higher..."

Suldak felt that Scholar Ferdinand was not joking.

He wanted to smile, but his face became a little stiff and he couldn't smile no matter what.

 “Is there no other way?”

"I can help you prepare some magic potions to help you suppress the deterioration of the injury, but the effect should be very limited. The only way at the moment is to continue to drag out the leg injury, and wait until you become stronger, so powerful that the divine power can completely suppress it.

It, or simply melt it away..." Scholar Ferdinand said to Suldak: "Or you can find a priest in the temple to help you purify the curse..."
Chapter completed!