I have a shelter

When George and others walked into the castle, the soldier spiders were greedily gnawing on something, making crunching sounds. There were still many wriggling cocoons on the roof, which seemed to be things that were originally lying on the roof. They were being greedily sucked by the worker spiders climbing on the dome and the walls.

In front of the demon spiders, this battle was completely regarded as a hunt.

Looking at the things being gnawed by the demon spiders, George recognized these monsters that did not rush out - the scavengers.

But these scavengers were much bigger than those he had seen, with strong bodies, sharp claws and teeth, and some magic spells on their bodies, as if they were deliberately cultivated.

And here, they also had plenty of food.

However, in front of the demon spiders, they were like grasshoppers being preyed on by wolf spiders, with no power to resist. Those sharp claws and teeth only left a few white marks on the armor of the soldier spiders, which was like a piece of gold armor. Some worker spiders seemed to have some green blood on their bodies, but their shells were not completely broken.

George prayed for the dead in the castle, and the screaming and struggling scavengers gradually calmed down. Dozens of scavengers each provided about fifty wishes. Together with the small monsters on the periphery, a total of more than 6,000 wishes were collected.

After praying for the dead here, he walked to the study upstairs. When he went upstairs, a huge spider suddenly hung down from the center of the circular staircase.

George looked and saw that it was Silyak, and on one of her red claws, there was half a person hanging.

"Say hello to my master." Silyak hooked the surrounding stairs, turned her body around, and shook the person with only the upper body left in her hand in front of George, as if showing off her new doll.

The black wizard waved his hand stiffly and greeted him, looking like a funny puppet (with spider silk on his hands), with a very stiff smile on his face: "My lord, I don't know how to address you, but can this beautiful lady put me down first?"

Rona nodded to George. She couldn't feel any magic power from this person, as if she had been drained.

"To sum up, my lord, this beautiful lady has read my memory." Sitting in the seat, Rosgerd said so.

At George's signal, Hillyak let go of the spider silk on this guy and slowly climbed up the wall.

She said with a strange smile: "Master, although this wizard is pitifully weak, he is very good at playing with souls. He messed up his memory very much, and even has more than a dozen names. In order to save his life, I did not read his soul in depth. However, what can be confirmed is that he did work as an 'acolyte' as he said."

The status of an acolyte is much higher than those mist believers. Those ‘holy maidens’ in the Jinmaimang town are not qualified to be called ‘acolytes’—that priest is.

And the one who was said to be ‘very good’ by Hillyak and made her feel a little tricky when exploring memories. This wizard can be said to be a real soul master.

“Hmm” George, who was standing in front of the desk flipping through his notes, slowly raised his head. He looked at the wizard in front of him with a smile and said, “Rosgerd, so according to your words, you are given a special mission to prepare a terrible plague here? And prepare to destroy the entire Yongfeng City?”

Rosgerd smiled reluctantly and did not answer. He scratched his itchy waist, where the muscles and bones were constantly growing.

(George has not yet revealed his identity, and the demon lord called him the master, which made the wizard associate).

George put down the notes in his hand and looked around.

The original public library of the castle has been connected by several floors above and below. And with this place as the center, most of the space in the entire castle has been integrated into a huge and strange laboratory.

George couldn't recognize this kind of architectural pattern, but if Anthony was here, he would definitely say: "Add a magic hub, and this magic tower can rotate."

Rona was browsing through the bookcases, and most of the books seemed to be about "biological mutation".

'Biological mutation', the nobles don't have these things. Even in Yongfeng City, there are only a few banned books that are slightly related to this. But here, it seems that many books are specifically written about this kind of knowledge. I don't know how this guy brought it here alone.

With this doubt, his eyes continued to flow. It fell on the huge laboratory table in the center of the hall. It was filled with various instruments, test tubes, and various crystal jars with specimens.

These instruments are very complete, and some instruments are even some kind of creatures-obviously, these instruments should come from the devil.

Although George didn't know much about these magic items, they seemed to be more advanced than those in the shelter, and the complete laboratory in the cemetery seemed a bit shabby compared to here.

There are also many specimens. They are all displayed in large crystal jars installed in the wall. In addition to various monsters, there were even a few things that Rosgerd destroyed in a hurry. However, due to time constraints, there were still some remnants of those specimens. Judging from the huge horn that Aji was playing with, its bloodline was definitely more precious than that of the blood demon (Viscount Jeffrey/Rose Knight).

This specimen is definitely a demon of the upper middle level, or even a great demon.

‘A monk who studies demons? ’

George’s face became more and more strange.

There are a lot of things, but they are unexpectedly neat. It seems that the ghosts in the castle often clean the room. The books placed in the bookcases are well organized.

However, the basements under this laboratory are a bit messy

“My lord, I picked up the remains of this ‘Black Flame Demon’ by accident. In order to show respect to the masters, he enshrined it.”

George did not speak, but after hearing this, Aji looked at Rosgerd with a fake smile, and the cold eyes made him feel cold all over.

This guy dressed as a slit throat looks unremarkable. Just like an ordinary mercenary. But for some reason, every time he saw his eyes, Rosgerd would always think of a nightmare in his heart - the nightmare of the black wizard.

That's right, he is definitely not an ordinary human. The specimen that he specially preserved contains great blasphemous power. And he also imposed a layer of curse on it. However, when he fiddled with it in his hands, it seemed like he was just fiddling with an ordinary collection.

This person's resistance to the power of darkness is terrifying!

And he just stood lazily in front of him, but his spirit could hardly perceive him

This means that most magic will not work on him

But the one who put the most pressure on him in the whole room was the "master" mentioned by the demon lord

Whenever his eyes looked at him, Rosgerd always felt that he saw his soul!

[Black Death - Rosgerd]

[Under pressure, this cunning black wizard finally said his earliest name - maybe you can ask Anthony many stories about this guy]

[And if he is willing to tell you another name about him, you will find that this person is actually very different from what you imagined - he has done countless things, but he has also saved hundreds of thousands of people! But this guy is a bit schizophrenic, and sometimes he can't tell who he should be, so I don't know if you can ask him.]

[In fact, Dawn doesn't like this arrogant wizard. But if you can promise Dawn that you won't let him study things randomly in the future, Dawn will give him some sunshine.]

George retracted his gaze and tapped his fingers on the table.

Rossgerd may be a little different from what he said. But to say that there is a huge contrast, I don't know if it's a bit too much.

George couldn't help but think of this passage in his notes.

[They will die sooner or later if they run here. I just let them make a little contribution to my great experiment in their last life. I think one day I can fulfill the last wish of 'Rathbone', solve the plague, and atone for it. Of course, it is inevitable to sacrifice some 'volunteers' for this.]

[These failed products can't be wasted like this. Sorry, 'Rathbone', I can't help but use them to make something more interesting.]

The handwriting is very beautiful and looks like an ancient Gothic script. If the handwriting is like the person, the writer must be a learned and elegant person.

But the experiments recorded in this notebook are appalling. The things in the basement are also amazing.

Obviously, the experiments studied by Roosegaard are not only to solve the mystery of this terrible plague - or in other words, he just wants to study it in depth and has not thought about saving the world. It is even possible that solving the mystery of this plague is just for his own research on mutations, so as to study more interesting things.

But between the lines of the notebook, he seems to have been using this hypocritical reason to persuade himself, and it can be seen that his conscience as a human being has not been completely extinguished.

This is completely different from those crazy fog believers.

And some things in the notebook also prove this - in Roosegaard's view, the so-called fog god is just a more advanced creature. What he wants to do most is to have the opportunity to dissect a fog god one day.

Any god is fine, he is not picky. Just one is enough

But this guy, from the beginning, tried his best to pretend that he was on the side of the devil, and his actions were also ordered by the great devil lord ‘Galoxter’. And he kept throwing dirty water on himself, almost taking all the bad things in the entire Western Territory on himself-but in fact, judging from those experimental logs, this guy has no time to go out and make trouble

George looked at the guy in front of him and Hillyak crawling around on the dome, and his eyes gradually became weird.

Obviously, this guy seemed to have made a mistake.

"Then, Rosgerd. I don't want to hear any more lies today."

Rosgerd shuddered all over, and he looked at the 'man' in front of him, as if he saw hell

He knew that any lie would probably have no meaning for a devil of this level

So, his words were a bit broken.

From the conversation, George had learned that the guy in front of him, who looked thirty or forty years old, was actually two hundred and three years old.

He was born in a noble family in the south, the eldest son of a viscount. However, he seemed to have no interest in inheriting the family business, and embarked on the road of studying at a young age.

After many twists and turns, he finally came to the dream forbidden sanctuary, but unlike Anthony, this talented scholar was not recognized by the university scholars. He could only serve as a handyman - or the lowest apprentice.

"Those arrogant university scholars look down on us outsiders. No matter how hard we try, it is meaningless."

In fact, compared with Rosgerd, Anthony's status is very noble. His ancestors have been famous university scholars and important councilors in the city of learning for generations. He has been able to enter and exit various libraries at will since he was a child. He has nothing to do with miscellaneous work such as drying books. People like Rosgerd basically serve these upper-class scholars.

So, if Anthony is a golden nan who grew up in a greenhouse, was carefully cared for, and cultivated since childhood. Then Rosgerd is probably a wild cursive.

It doesn't matter if there is no teacher to teach alone, we can learn secretly. I am not afraid of not being allowed to enter the high library, there are always clever ways to sneak in.

In order to solve the confusion, Rosgerd even stole other people's books.

Later, with his own efforts, he was recognized by the city and became a real forbidden university scholar.

But there are too many people who are malicious to this foreign university scholar.

And his thirst for knowledge makes him more and more incompatible with those conservative wizards of the sanctuary.

What he did is also more and more dangerous in the eyes of the scholars.

Finally, in the exclusion, some people are ready to take action against this scum in their eyes.

Rosgerd's response was very straightforward.

"Exile? No, I didn't give them the opportunity to judge me. I killed those who wanted to frame me. I swaggered out of the sanctuary hehehehe"

However, the interesting thing is that no one found out what he really did. So those slanders were just accidental

After he came out, he traveled on the mainland for a long time. But his thirst for knowledge and his own interests. It made it impossible for him to appear as a bright identity and it was difficult for him to stay in one place for too long.

Later, he was wanted by the Church, and the warrant has not been taken down until today.

Rosgerd was the first real forbidden wizard George had ever seen.

Compared with him, Anthony was a half-baked man who was "not doing his job properly" in magic. The one in the cemetery was just a crappy wild way.

But the forbidden scholars were right.

This man was destined to step into the dark road.

And he eventually became a scum among the forbidden wizards as the forbidden scholars said.

A real black wizard.

And his understanding of himself was also very profound:

"Since everyone thinks I am a scum, why should I live so hard? From then on, I no longer care about other people's eyes, and I no longer abide by any "forbidden". Nothing can restrain me anymore. Hehehehehehehe"

Indeed, from the perspective of the old world, this black wizard can be said to have a bad record. The wizards and witches who died in his hands are countless, and those people have become his research materials. Not only that, he even stole the Holy Body from the Hall of Heroes!

After the fog, this guy did a lot of big things, and the live experiment was relatively nothing. This daring guy actually sneaked into the heart of the black tide, and studied the devil as an acolyte under the eyes of the devils.

How could the acolytes who were selected because of their faith and fanaticism compare with this professionally trained black wizard?

His understanding of magic was not much worse than that of the devil masters in the eyes of those acolytes.

So he soon got what he wanted and came into contact with what he wanted to come into contact with.

But the time of comfort is always too short. Not long after, this excellent senior acolyte was assigned a mission of death by the devils.

Rosgerd completed the task brilliantly. He also received the attention of the devils.

But this guy obviously has no intention of doing this.

"To be honest, I was also very surprised. Because I was very careful, but I was still noticed by the 'lord'. Obviously, I couldn't stay there for long after that. Sir, please forgive my little thoughts, but it is too difficult to work under the 'lord'. I really can't suppress my curiosity about the devil. If He knows one day that I have been secretly studying Him, and there are too many things I want to do, and I am too busy with experimental subjects. In addition, the acolytes sitting in such a position will either be transformed into devils or sacrifice themselves in the end." Rosgerd smacked his stiff lips, and said in his mouth: "The management system of the devils for the acolytes has too many drawbacks. And I can't reach a consensus with my colleagues on many points. You know, those acolytes are a bunch of crazy coughs. I don't mean to offend."

Aji, who had been listening with his hands folded, nodded in agreement, thinking of those 'holy women' and the 'sacrifice' who cut his throat.

Those believers are all crazy!

"You are really amazing, Rosgerd." Looking at the wizard in front of him, George couldn't help but nod his head deeply. It was unclear whether this admiring tone was teasing or from the heart. He asked again: "Do you know who I am?"

Rosgerd looked at George's servant outfit, and then at the 'saint' who was standing behind George like a maid with magic power surging on her body, looking at him curiously, and the terrible demon who counted the chandeliers on the ceiling and made faces at him from time to time.

"I can't guess, and I dare not guess your name, sir. But I think your identity must be extremely noble." At this point, Rosgerd's eyes were full of fear. There was a feeling of despair: "But anyway, I feel very honored that you came in person. What do you plan to do with me?"

At this point, Rosgerd couldn't help but look up at the demon. She seemed to start weaving a web - she seemed to be weaving a cage, and from the demon's ill-intentioned eyes, Rosgerd guessed that it must be specially prepared for him.

He couldn't help but shudder all over.

The breath of the demon made him extremely scared. He would not make a mistake. The strange spider must be an existence of the level of 'Garoxter'! A demon lord who had never appeared in front of the world actually followed the human in front of him to wander around

Rosgerd's eyes were withdrawn from Hillyak and fell on the person she called the master.

He really couldn't understand why a little wizard like him would meet a "master" walking in the world

"Mr. Rosgerd. I am still a little hesitant about your treatment." George touched his chin and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Why don't you make a decision for me-do you think it's better for me to take you to the east or back to the Holy Court?"

Rosgerd was stunned after hearing this, and his face suddenly became weird: "My lord, you are really joking."

A ball of pure holy fire suddenly burned from George's hand: "Otherwise, guess my name."

With a whoosh, Rosgerd suddenly fell from the chair to the ground. He looked at the person in front of him and felt dizzy. The language in his mouth was trembling and unclear: "How can you be impossible? This is impossible! 'Aloysius' can't suddenly appear here!"

These two chapters are not easy to divide, so I will post them together.