After bumping into the villain boss [Western Fantasy]

Linton subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to grab the opponent, but his hand missed the fallen Allen, and he could only watch the opponent fall to the ground.

The eyes are empty, the eyes are dull, and the pupils are slack.

"……how come?!"

This incident happened so unexpectedly that no one cared where the thread drawn by the thing Allen pulled out pointed, and they all came to the boy who fell on the ground.

However, the attention given at this time is of no use.

The whole person is like a gray-plated boy who has lost his breath, half-closed his eyes and lies stiffly on the ground, the gray light on his body spreads layer by layer, making his appearance keep getting old.

It didn't take long, under the astonished eyes of everyone, Allen had become about 40 to [-] years old, and even continued to age.

Waverline's pupils flickered for a moment, a colorless light appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking at something through the other party, and then he quickly turned to the clay puppet next to him.

"It's useless, he's hopeless, instead of caring about his current situation, it's better to quickly collect all those threads of blood."

"what?"

Iverson blinked his dry eyes twice. It was the first time he saw the death of a person of his age, especially when he was caught off guard and suddenly fell to the ground, unable to breathe anymore.

Especially when Allen fell to the ground, the memory that he had been shielded by the clay puppet of the Dark God resurfaced again and returned to his mind.

——This Allen, he is really not a bad person. Even if he is found out doing bad things, he just wants to erase my memory and dare not do anything else.

Such thoughts rose uncontrollably in Iverson's heart, making his eyes wet.

Waverline looked at the teary young boy in front of him who seemed to be unable to bear the heavy reality, and subconsciously lowered his tone: "He is using his life as blood to outline for us a picture pointing to the dark God. The silk thread of a clay puppet."

"The longer the silk thread spreads, the faster his body will age... We have to quickly put away the unmoving threads, and take them as our only hope to find things that belong to the Dark God."

"This is his wish, and I am his atonement."

Waverline's white hair fell down, making his silver-blue eyes and pale face look extraordinarily fragile.

Not knowing what he saw through divination or just suffered backlash, Linton noticed that Waverline's face looked as if he had been ill for a long time.

"……it is good."

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Holding a flickering lantern in his hand, Haishizi stood in the hall of the dilapidated tavern with his eyes downcast, listening to the creaking of old wooden boards coming from all around, without any sleepiness at all.

He's now on his way to track down the Dark God's stuff.To be precise, he was taken by his companions as a drag bottle on the final journey.

Now he has no way to fight, in order to avoid being affected by the curse.This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!Page 1/Total 3 pages

——According to the 200-year-old elder of the Plinlv family, the curse of the dark god is spread through things that everyone can touch, that is, the air.

So, Linton found a ring and a lantern from his sea-like space rings, and handed them to Hesz.

The lantern is a lamp of isolation, which can isolate everything around it, including the air naturally.

The ring is one of the typical underwater breathing tools. It can produce oxygen through a special method, and directly inject it into the owner's respiratory tract and blood vessels, so that Haishizi can continue to move without air.

In this way, only special treatment is required for the objects that come into contact with it, and the curse that has spread across the entire continent and has a somewhat thin concentration will make it difficult to catch Haishizi.

It will only catch people and "call friends" to pour the curse on the target.

After making such preparations, Linton, Ann Lane, and Qian Dian took Haishizi on the road to Princeville Castle.

Due to the conflict between the teleportation array and the lantern, in order to prevent Haishizi from becoming delirious due to the same curse, they can only travel across half of the continent in the most traditional and old way.

The target is the special magic circle left by the former God of Light in Prinnev's castle.

The magic circles of several other families were either scrapped after use, or they were destroyed with the passage of time without much maintenance after use.

Only the one in Prinnev, because it directly regarded this magic circle as the standard for the theoretical assessment of the alchemy level of family members when they reached adulthood, so it has been kept.

After all... People can grow old, things can be broken, but test papers can't be broken.

Linton, who couldn't completely crack the magic circle with his current ability, said so sincerely.

He had been coveting the magic circle for a long time, but because it was too difficult, it would easily affect his mental strength if he watched it for a long time. Basically, people in the family forbade this hopeful heir to watch it.

Even when he walked towards the stairs leading to the basement, he would be stopped by the maid or the housekeeper, just because the magic circle was in a certain secret room in the basement.

I don't know how to open the secret room!

At that time, Linton just wanted to go to the basement to get some ice cubes to eat, but no one believed him.

Linton told such similar jokes all the way, and finally, when he was about to arrive at the castle, Hayeszi, who had always been unattractive, showed a forced smile.

He looked a lot haggard, perhaps because of the dual effects of mood and exhaustion.

The dark green hair that was originally beautiful and shining like a green waterfall became dry and white, and the light green pupils were also dull. Haishizi reluctantly moved his lips and showed a smile, turned over and got off the horse. The cliff overlooks the old castle of Prinlvey in the distance.

When he dismounted, he faltered and almost fell.However, this time, without any help, he stood firmly on his own, and did not really fall.This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!Page 2/Total 3 pages

"……Are you OK."

Subconsciously, Linton walked up quickly to help him, and stopped only after seeing Hashizi standing firmly on his own.

"It's okay, thank you..."

Haishizi took a deep breath and looked at the old castle on the other side of the cliff.

The old castle of Prinlevi is indeed very different. Not only does it not have the gloomy feeling that the old castle with a long history naturally brings, but it is extraordinarily ethereal.

Even for Edesk, who has the blood of the Elf King, their castle is more natural, with various vines and flowers growing, and it also looks like a deep feeling.

But Principe's was different.

The surface of the castle made of unknown materials is pale blue, and a few places are dotted with layers of duck egg green. On top of this different blue, black and white are used to depict one after another. Complicated but only half of the magic circle.

Linton subconsciously glanced at his old castle, and flashed in his heart the slander from his childhood.

This feeling of writing knowledge in bold and bold on the wall is like kindergarten.

This concept is still deeply engraved in Linton's heart until now.

Haishizi's admiring eyes fell on the light shining from the window of the old castle.

"Does your castle actually use magic lamps during the day?" Such consumption is not low, even Edesk sometimes doesn't use magic lamps during bright days.

"This is not a magic lamp, or this is not a magic lamp in the traditional sense." Linton shook his head, carefully explaining the language, "You can understand that it uses special things to form a circuit, and connects the animals raised in the backyard. Discrete magic power converges to power the bulb through the wire."

"That way, although the material to make the wiring is very expensive, you can have lights that are completely free after that."

Haishi's face was full of longing.

He seemed to see a whole new world from Linton's words.In that world, a special circuit draws the magic power emitted from the farm and supplies it to thousands of households, so that everyone can use safe and cheap light sources.

"If one day, the material of this circuit can be simplified to the point of commonness, then the world will always be full of light." Hirsch was not stingy with his admiration, and even restrained his sadness a bit.

"When this matter is resolved, I'll want to take a look at the Prinleville Lecture Hall." He looked forward to it, and in another year, Haishizi would be able to leave the school and travel around.

"Different from the other two holy places of alchemists who are biased towards the direction of combat attacks, Prinylvi is different."

Linton nodded with a sigh: "Yes, we are proud of being different from this, but we are also sad about being different."

If it weren't for the curse that restricted their future, this family that once dominated the mainland would never have set their sights on such ordinary daily necessities.

Fortune and misfortune.

Haishizi smiled softly, his eyes fell into the distance.

The people in the castle noticed the arrival of the guests and drove a strange thing from the other side of the cliff.

Standing in front of this book-shaped alchemy artifact is a young girl with blond hair and purple eyes, with a sad temperament but a bright smile.

She didn't notice Qian Dian whose eyes suddenly lit up, but only focused on Linton and Anlan.

"Linton, welcome back, I always feel like I have two younger brothers!" She said to Ann Ryan.

Linton was suddenly indifferent in his heart.

Oh, this sister can't have it anymore.