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Baron De Lan walked towards the Royal Wizard Tower.

The Royal Mage Tower in the capital is located on the cliff behind the capital. If you look there on a foggy day, the fog will cover the mountains below, and you can only see the thick and gorgeous spire, so that it gives people a feeling , I feel that the mage tower is heavily pressed on the buildings of the king's capital.

Of course, ordinary people are not qualified to approach the mage tower.

In dreams, however, there is no such constraint.

In the dream, the people in the entire capital are in a deep sleep state, and the soul searchers can go anywhere they want.

——Although there are restrictions on the area of ​​responsibility.

Each soul searcher has a different area in charge, but according to De Lan's observation, except for novice tasks, the area in charge of each soul searcher is not related to the place where he lives and works, it is a completely unfamiliar area, so even Entering other people's homes and seeing things that shouldn't be seen will not have much impact on each other's lives.

——Soul searchers who want to make a profit from it seem to be "dropped out" (erased memory).

By the way, Baron Theresa is on the verge of dropping out.

In the short week since he became a soul searcher, he has already received three warnings.

And all week, he only extradited one ghost.

Baron Derain is more interested in exploring this sleepy city than extraditing ghosts.

Therefore, he noticed that in addition to the areas they were in charge of, soul searchers could move freely in their own homes and public places.

The definition of "public place" is somewhat subtle.

Some places are difficult to enter. In places like shopping malls, bars, theaters and clubs, which are considered public places, if the detector does not detect a ghost, or if you have not completed specific tasks to obtain specific props, you cannot enter.

Some places are unexpectedly loose, for example, Baron De Lan can easily enter the courtyard of the emperor's castle.

The same is true for the Royal Mage Tower.

There are at least five or six checkpoints from the king's capital to the mage tower, but there is no obstacle along the way. Only when entering the last gate, the "wandering soul detector" lights up.

[Ahead is a dangerous area. 】

[Only those who have obtained the 'Royal Mage Certificate' can enter. 】

This is the area you need to complete the task to get the props to enter.

However, these tasks are not necessarily for the soul searcher, and sometimes you can pass the relevant props in reality.

Like Baron De Lan, he already has a "royal mage certificate".

It was bought for 370 gold coins before.

"I thought this thing would never be used except to show off in public schools!" Baron Derain muttered.

He showed his proof and successfully entered the Royal Mage Tower.

His wandering soul detector continued to prompt:

[Warning again, the front is an extremely dangerous area;]

[You will be in danger of revealing your identity;]

[Please try to carefully observe the detector's response and avoid the red area. 】

Baron Theresa's muscles tensed up immediately.

Although he was not interested in capturing wandering souls, he still participated in some of the compulsory tasks of the soul searcher.

For example, the area with this kind of reminder is the area with super strong "evil spirits". Against that kind of evil spirits, you can't even fight. You just wake up, and you will have a headache for a long time after waking up. It is said to cause harm to the soul.

"But the mage tower should not be an evil spirit, but a powerful mage... right?"

Baron Theresa guessed.

Although he is very curious, he never wants to die.

Even if Baron Derain always suspects that mages are liars, the tricks used by the liars who have been able to deceive people for so many years are probably professional. Baron Derain feels that there is no need for him to challenge them.

He looked at his wandering soul detector, carefully avoiding the reddened area.

This caution is necessary.

During the "visit" of the mage's tower, Baron Derain saw many mages passing by in a hurry.

Before that, the only waking creatures that Baron Derain saw in his dream were undead, except for the soul searcher himself, and it seemed that waking people would not appear in the dream.

Mages are an exception.

They have souls powerful enough to project in dreams and leave images in this world.

"However, it's night outside now, right?" Baron Delan murmured, "These mages don't sleep most of the night, what the hell are they doing? Isn't it really 'rebuilding the Kingdom of God'?"

Thinking so, he followed some mages who passed by, wanting to see what they were doing.

Then he failed N times.

Some mages entered the mage tower, but Baron Delan could not follow.

The place where some mages advance is the red area, and Baron De Lan cannot approach it.

The most frightening thing is that some mages have excellent perception, or have other special magical means, and almost discovered the existence of Baron Delan.

For example, when Baron De Lan was trying to keep up with a female mage, he heard a voice coming from the female mage:

"Serala, someone is following you."

"Could it be a pervert?"

The female mage immediately turned her head and released a ball of flames into the air.

If it weren't for "someone" who threw Baron Delan to the ground, the soul searcher who was still in practice would have turned into coke.

"Thank you……"

After the terrifying female mage left, Baron Delan thanked her.

It's just that he didn't finish his words, and he felt a little cold in his heart—since he can push himself down, it means that the other party can also find him—— Baron Delan looked nervously, and found a big black dog squatting majestically sit in front of him.

"...Ah, did you save me?" Baron Derain asked.

The black dog nodded.

"Thank you," Baron Theresa said again, he was a little curious, "You can see me!"

The dog paid no attention to this nonsense.

Baron Teresa laughed awkwardly: "I heard that a black dog can see the undead and go to hell. This statement is true!"

The black dog still ignored him, only moved its ears.

Then the big black dog suddenly stood up and walked in a certain direction.

"Where are you going?" Baron Derain asked in a panic.

He soon noticed that the black dog seemed to be following some mage wearing the insignia of the royal mage.

"Why are you following this man?" Baron De Lan couldn't help but followed, and asked the black dog, "Is he your master?"

The black dog gave Baron Delan a cold look, and Baron Delan suddenly felt that his IQ had been despised.

That's right, if the other party is the owner of the black dog, there's no need for the black dog to dodge at all.

But why follow this man?

Baron Delan thought strangely, so curiously, he and the black dog followed the mage all the way to the periphery of the mage's tower, halfway up the hillside.

What surprised Baron De Lan was that there was a large area of ​​shacks standing crookedly here.

"Why is there a slum in the Mage Tower?" Baron Delan asked.

The black dog stared intently ahead.

Baron De Lan saw the mage blowing the horn.

Amid the sound of the horn, a group of people came out of the shack with sleepy faces on their faces.

Most of them wore short robes representing apprentices in magic.

Baron Delan immediately reacted: "These people are the slaves who recently took away from the Mage Tower to 'rebuild the Kingdom of God'!"

After all, the Royal Mages Association charged him a fee for this!

Baron Delan is not a person who doesn't eat fireworks. He knows that if he can't pay the money, he will be taken away as a magic apprentice and work for the Mage Tower.

But he didn't expect that the residence provided by the Mage Tower for these people is so... simple.

"Do they really want to rebuild the Kingdom of God? This behavior is like an ancient tyrant building a tomb for himself!" Baron Delan muttered.

The big black dog turned to look at him.

Seeing this, Baron De Lan couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the dog's head.

But at this time, the mage left here with the group of magic apprentices—listen to his words, and then they were going to build the Kingdom of God—that was Baron De Lan's goal.

So he didn't dare to stay and followed those apprentices together with the big black dog.

"Your task today is to engrave these patterns on the stone slabs of the temple!"

The overseer mage said loudly, and stuffed a piece of paper in the hands of all the magic apprentices. The paper was printed with exquisite patterns, which should be the information about the temple obtained from some research.

But the apprentices who still entered the mage's tower didn't know such details.

"Doing this again!" Someone complained in a low voice, "If you continue, I feel like my head is going to go wrong."

"Isn't it better than asking you to actually carve?" Someone asked nervously.

"I'd rather carve, that doesn't use a brain." The man said painfully.

Yes, unlike the patterns that were actually carved outside the temple back then, the patterns on the temple now do not need to be done directly, but only need to use magic power to "imagine".

It sounds easy, but it's more difficult than doing it after a long time.

After all, the same engraving is difficult to learn, but after a long time, it will form muscle memory, and it can be engraved even without using the brain. To restore these magic patterns to exactly the same, magic apprentices must carefully observe all the details on the picture. How the stripe pattern is twisted, how deep it is, and how much the specific radian is, can it be reproduced exactly the same.

Because of this, the high-ranking mages didn't bother to do this kind of work at all, so they recruited the low-potential mage reserve who they didn't look at before, and let them carve every stone brick of the temple like slaves in ancient times. pattern.

But not everyone is not interested in this matter.

"Excuse me, did you make a mistake?" A young man in the crowd raised his hand and said, "Today's pattern is incoherent with yesterday's. It doesn't look like... ah!"

Bright lightning exploded in front of the young man's eyes, causing the young man to roll to the ground in pain.

"Just do it! Stop talking nonsense!" the mage who supervised the work said coldly.

He then muttered in a low voice: "These patterns are based on research by the Royal Advisor. How could there be any mistakes? Even if there are mistakes, are you pariahs able to see them?"

With such an example, the other apprentices of course did not dare to delay, and quickly followed the order of the other party, and went to work in the assigned position. The young man convulsed on the ground for a while, and after barely recovering, he still rolled around. Climbed to the position that he was in charge of.

——If you delay for a long time, you will be punished again.

"Didn't I tell you not to ask nonsense?" the apprentice next to him said softly.

"However, I'm really curious about the functions of these patterns." The young man said, looking at the patterns in front of him in frustration, "It's rare to have the opportunity to come into contact with real magic, and I really want to understand these meanings!"

"He won't teach us." Another apprentice whispered, "We were just caught to work. You don't think they really want to train us to become mages?"

"Yes, even if the Kingdom of God is really built, there will be no place for us."

The apprentice said melancholy, looking up at the temple in front of him.

They don't have the vision of goblins, so naturally they can't see the truth of this temple like Sera. In the eyes of these magic apprentices, this temple is magnificent and majestic, but it has nothing to do with them.

Obviously they must know the direction of each pattern, but it seems to be something from another world.

Thinking of this, the apprentices sighed, lowered their heads to memorize the appearance of the patterns, and slowly squeezed them out on the slate with magic power. After all, if they did not complete the task within the stipulated time, only punishment awaited them.

A few days ago, an apprentice who wanted to resist was burned alive.

Only the young man who asked the question at the beginning murmured: "I don't want to go to any kingdom of God, I just want to know what these patterns mean!"

Moreover, he still felt that today's pattern was wrong!

He had carefully studied the pattern under the temple yesterday and the day before yesterday, and felt the flow of magic power in it according to what the mage taught him-perceiving magic power is the foundation of everything, and he must teach it if he is not willing, or help No help - and then found that the pattern under this temple seems to be a complete ring.

Such a circular flow of magic power can be felt on every centimeter coin today-the young man has never touched gold coins because of his family background, so he can only be coins.

But the blueprint that the young man got today destroyed the integrity of the "ring", forming a gap.

"Why?" the young man muttered.

When he reacted, he found a distorted streak appeared on the stone slab.

The young man was startled. If the mage who supervised the work found out his mistake, he might not be able to solve the problem by being shocked. The young man didn't dare to continue thinking wildly, but concentrated on reproducing those complicated lines.

But even so, he finished the work a little slower than others today.

By the time he finished engraving the patterns on the slate at noon, the others had already gone to eat.

The young man looked at the time, but did not move.

The food provided by the Mage Tower is very stingy, it is only enough for 80.00% of the people to eat. If you move slowly, you will not even be able to eat leftovers.

The young man knew that there was no lunch for today, so he didn't go to eat at all, but walked around the bottom of the temple, feeling the magic power on the stone carvings again.

"Sure enough, it should be a ring, but this place is disconnected." The young man whispered.

"Then how about trying to close it?" a voice said, "You have already sensed the magic power, don't care about the pattern on the surface, and try to control it!"

"control……"

The young man didn't care where the voice came from, he was attracted by what the other party said.

To manipulate that magic?

can he do it

"Of course you can. After all, you have repeated 'training' so many times a few days ago." The voice said again.

Yes, he can.

thought the young man.

Obviously at the beginning, he couldn't even find the tiniest element to gather. These days, he has been forced to concentrate day by day, and he can already make patterns on the stone slabs as he likes, so trying to control the magic power in front of him should also be is allowed!

The young man was thinking like this, sensing the flow of magic power, trying to control the other party.

The process went unexpectedly smoothly.

Or because the flow of magic power should be like this, he quickly corrected the flow of magic power.

Accompanied by the correction of magic power, the young man saw a circle appearing in front of him, and behind him was a long passage.

"What is this?" the young man muttered in surprise.

He wasn't sure if he should go in.

At this moment, a furious voice came from behind the young man:

"What are you doing?!"

The overseer mage stood there at some point, looking at the young man in surprise—the passage behind, with an inexplicably greedy expression on his face, and the crackling thunder light had already lit up in his hand.

Oops!

The young man thought, seeing the golden thunder light shining in front of him, he subconsciously closed his eyes, trying to endure the numbness and loss of control that he experienced just this morning, but the pain he imagined did not appear.

He opened his eyes in surprise, and saw a black figure standing in front of him holding a huge scythe, followed by a big black dog.

This image reminds the youth of the Grim Reaper in the story.

Obviously, the electric shock just now was stopped by this existence that looked like a god of death.

The overseer's mage was also surprised by his appearance: "Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," said the man holding up his scythe, "but the electric shock you just received is enough to kill people!"

"Hey! I'm not only going to kill him, I'm going to kill you too!" The mage said coldly, "Who allowed you to break into the mage tower?!"

As he said this, another electric shock was released——

"Damn it, it's just a low-level spirit."

Baron De Lan - the 'Reaper' holding a sickle, of course Baron De Lan - complained in a low voice.

For the first time, he regretted that he was too fishy a few days ago, and didn't even sign a few undeads, so that he fell to the point where he wanted to fight so embarrassingly.

Fortunately, the opponent is not strong.

After several tentative attacks by Baron Delan, he noticed that the opponent's lightning was not endless. After the mage used one lightning, the next one would be much weaker, and the magic power was also significantly reduced, so that he had to The point where you don't take out alchemy potions to replenish your magic power.

And that sickle posed a great threat to the mage.

Originally, mages were not good at hand-to-hand combat. This scythe has a wide attack range, and it feels like it can be swept away. Even if Baron De Lan already wanted not to kill the opponent, he almost cut the mage in half with the knife a few times. .

After seeing the sickle passing in front of him with a cold light again, the mage called out:

"Admit defeat! I admit defeat! My magic power has been used up, and I will not pursue... who is responsible for it!"

"...He was not wrong at all." Baron Derain said out of breath.

To wield such a sickle is also physical work for the baron.

"But he opened the space door of the temple without authorization," the overseer mage complained, "how can I explain it to my superior later?"

"Spatial door?"

"Yes, it is said that there are many hidden secret rooms in the temples of the first era, so when drawing the door, a 'mistake' was specially left as the entrance of the door," the mage explained, "Only by finding that error, Correct the flow of magic power, and you can enter the hidden secret room."

When the mage said this, his expression was a little weird.

This kind of knowledge, the mage had heard of it when he was frantically supplementing the knowledge of the first era during this period of time, but he didn't take it to heart, even when the youth asked questions today, he ignored it: a person who only contacts What would a magic apprentice who has learned magic for a few days know?

Unexpectedly, this young man actually discovered the secret room hidden in the temple!

And this is a secret room that even Murray the White Robe didn't discover!

You must know that the original temple has long since ceased to exist, and the current temple is just a restoration of the past. The parts that cannot be represented in the phantom, such as the temple of secret chambers, are naturally impossible to restore.

Therefore, what the young man opened according to the seal should be the secret room of the first era hidden in the space gap!

And it's the secret room of the God of Commerce!

Thinking of this, the mage couldn't restrain the greed on his face, and scales appeared on his neck.

It's a pity that Baron Theresa and the young man didn't notice this.

Both of these are curious babies types, already completely enthralled by the history of the mage's narrative:

"So that's why the pattern was wrong?"

Baron Delan and the young man didn't pay attention to the secret room of the first era, but looked down at the pattern there.

At this moment, the mage showed a hideous expression:

"Suffer to death!"

Dazzling thunder and lightning smashed down on Baron Delan.

For his treasure, he had to destroy the corpses of these two witnesses, and the first one to be dealt with was of course the unknown man with the sickle.

"Wang!"

The thunder and lightning were vaguely mixed with a dog barking, and then passed through Baron Delan's body, causing no harm.

Instead, Baron Delan was taken aback, and reflexively swung the scythe, and forgot to keep his hand.

The imagined bloody cut-in-half scene did not appear.

The sorcerer fell to the ground with a "poof", no breath, only the scales on his body emerged, like a lizard.

Baron Derain looked at such a corpse and asked in a daze, "Is he a devil?"

"It's almost there. After degrading like this in the form of a physical body, I'm afraid there are not many souls who can go to the underworld."

"But, why is the mage in the mage tower a devil... Ah, you can talk?!" Baron Delan looked at the big black dog who had just opened his mouth in shock, and screamed.

The black dog glanced at the baron again with a mentally retarded look.

It looked towards the almost forgotten secret room: "Aren't you going in and taking a look?"

Baron Derain and the young man glanced at each other, finally unable to resist the curiosity in their hearts, they walked towards the secret room.

The dog casually reminded them behind them: "Don't forget to drag the corpse in, such a hiding place is just a good place to kill people and destroy corpses."

...Why are you so proficient? !

Baron Derain looked at the black dog and felt a chill behind him.