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Anti-Mage Tower organization?What the hell is that?

Baron Theresa thought blankly.

On the other side, Ozzy shouted in surprise: "You are Furry?! Aren't you... dead?"

"Dead?" Baron De Lan fixed a glance at the other party, and confirmed as a trainee Death God: "No, he is alive."

"However, I saw his execution with my own eyes, in front of everyone." Oz said.

Free was the chicken who made an example to others.

After the Mage Tower recruited a large number of magic apprentices (X) workers, it formulated harsh task standards for the magic apprentices to complete. Some of them accepted their fate, while others did not.

In fact, Fry didn't care whether he accepted his fate or not. He was just out of righteous indignation. When the supervisor was about to beat an apprentice to death, he stopped him for a while. He happened to be seen by a big man, and he was executed for "disobedience to the mage". .

And in front of all apprentices.

"Sounds like something from the first era." Baron Theresa said.

Free sneered: "The minds of the mages in the Royal Mage Tower are stuck in the first era."

De Lan asked curiously: "Then how did you survive?"

"I signed a contract with Guren."

"with who?"

"Red Lotus." Fury said, looking up.

Although the ceiling of the secret passage obscures the view, everyone will remember the red lotus standing tall after entering the space crack.

Baron Delan was shocked: "Are those lotus flowers conscious? Can they talk? Or make a contract?" He subconsciously glanced at the black dog that was almost integrated with the darkness.

"I don't know," Fury shook his head. "The 'contract' is my unilateral idea. The lotus flower just reshaped my body."

Fury will never forget the night he was hanged on the gallows for offending the mage, and a lotus petal fell from the sky to take his soul and reshape his body.

Free didn't mind showing that to others.

He raised his arm and tore open his skin, revealing plant cells instead of flesh and blood.

Baron Theresa and Ozzy exclaimed.

Is this still human?

They couldn't help but think so.

Fury obviously knew what other people would think of him. He smiled wryly: "After becoming like this, I almost thought I was a demon..."

"You're not a devil! Those mages are devils!" said a magic apprentice on Fury's side.

"But I'm not human anymore, I know," Fury put down his sleeves, "I was confused for a while, wandered in the secret passage for a long time, and found that this secret passage can lead to all space gaps, and see There are some unbelievable things...for example, many mages are not prototypes of humans."

After saying that, Fury looked angrily at the corpse in Ozzy's hand.

"At that time, I was thinking, why should I punish myself for the mistakes of the demons? Why should I watch them do evil? So I tried to snatch people from them, and every time I succeeded, I found that my body It just recovered a little bit," Fury said.

He lifted the sleeve of his other hand, where there was a terrible gash.

But that is a wound only in human flesh and blood.

"You can definitely recover." Oz said with admiration.

Baron Delan glanced at the others curiously: "So, they were all saved by you?"

"Of course not," Freery said with a smile. "How could I be the only one who resisted the devil? Some people discovered the entrance through their own wisdom, and some, like you, escaped by chance after killing the devil. .”

Fried paused for a moment, and said seriously: "However, we have the same goal, which is to expose the true face of the Mage Tower! Save our compatriots!"

Oz whispered, "Sounds good!"

Ozzy is seriously considering whether to join the other party.

He knew that he might not be able to go back.

Although the black dog proposed to destroy the corpses, and he himself seemed prepared to do so, no matter whether there was a corpse or not, a mage disappeared like that, and the Royal Mage Tower would never let it go. There is a lot of suspicion.

Of course, it is indeed safe to leave the body in such a place, and no evidence can be found.

But the Royal Mage Tower doesn't need evidence, just like they executed Fury at will, they can also testify that Ozzy or another unlucky ghost is the murderer at will, and testify that the other party is the murderer.

From this aspect, it is too dangerous for Ozzy to go back hastily.

Oz hadn't wanted to think about it before.

Even now, asking Ozzy to join a resistance group all at once is a little hard for him.

Fury didn't ask Oz to make a decision, he only said enthusiastically: "For example, now, we can help you deal with the corpse and let you return to your previous life."

"Can you do it?" Oz looked up.

"follow me."

Fury nodded at him.

Fury took Ozzy to another secret room.

This room was much larger than the one Ozzy had discovered, and it looked like a party hall.

But Fury and others obviously don't just use it for parties.

This hall has a map of the gap in the entire space, some construction tools, and even a few fields beside the wall, where some vegetables are grown.

Free told Oz to throw the body into a large vat with several lotus flowers in the corner of the hall.

"Is this using corpses as fertilizer?" Baron Delan asked in shock.

"Of course not. If such a large corpse rots inside, no plants will be able to support it," said a magic apprentice wearing glasses. "We just use these lotus flowers for purification."

"Purge?"

"Yes, this mage has been so demonized that he can't even see the original face, so we need to restore him to a human shape, then use our claws to scratch a few times, and throw it in the place of one of his bosses. Must be on the road."

"Isn't this going to be discovered?" Ozzy was so frightened that his hair exploded.

"It's just for them to find out," Fury sneered. "Guess how they will react when they see this half-demonized corpse? Are they looking for the murderer?"

"...No, I don't think they will look for it anymore," Oz reacted. "They will probably pretend that nothing happened, and even silence the person who found the body."

The Royal Mage Tower will not admit that its mage has been demonized.

"Yeah, so we have to have 'their people' find the body," Freeh said.

Ozzy thought about it.

Baron Derain listened to this "Lecture on Corpse Disposal" and always felt a little uncomfortable.

Although he thinks that the Mage Tower is a "fraud organization with a history and tradition" and "superstition", it is still impossible for him to think that the mages are all demons and that this country is actually controlled by demons.

And it's a bit too childish to resist the organization or something.

What can a resistance organization of so few people do?

Instead of doing this kind of thing, it is better to find a way to contact the outside world, report the demon hidden in the mage to the upper echelons of the empire, let His Majesty the Emperor rectify the mage tower, stop this ridiculous plan of the kingdom of God, and find out the hidden demons in the mage , this is the way to cure the symptoms.

But Baron Theresa didn't wink enough to say such things directly to people.

He walked away silently and looked elsewhere.

Soon, an item on a tool table caught his attention.

It was a bunch of electronic originals.

Although there are things like magic crystals in the middle, for a technician with several electronic patents, those components are things that Baron Delan is all too familiar with.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

"If we knew, we wouldn't study here." A magic apprentice said irritably.

Another apprentice seemed to have a better temper (or seemed to be more leisurely), and he explained to Baron De Lan: "We found this thing in another room. We didn't know what it was for, so we took it apart to have a look, but now we can't pretend gone back."

"He doesn't look like something from the first era." The former magic apprentice said.

Is not this nonsensical?

Some magic apprentices also said: "I think these lines are a bit like the ones in the radio."

No!They're totally different, you can't say they're the same just because they have wires.

Baron Derain stood aside and watched for a few minutes. He really couldn't accept the clueless "research" of this group of people, so he couldn't help but snatched the things from the opponent's hand.

"I come!"

"what are you doing--"

The magic apprentice wanted to protest, but was stunned by Baron Delan's skillful movements. They watched Baron Delan assemble the item back to its original shape.

"Do you know what this is?" Someone asked curiously.

"I generally know." Baron Theresa replied, "This, it should be a TV—"

magic version.

"TV?!" Several magic apprentices were stunned.

As Wangdu people who have access to all kinds of fashionable things, they still know what "television" is.

"But, why is there a TV in the space crack in the first era?" A magic apprentice questioned.

"I'm also wondering about this! And it's been magically transformed." Baron Delan said.

He turned his head and saw the big black dog looking at him boredly.

Forget it, there are even talking dogs, so there is no shortage of doubts.

Baron Teresa thought so, and pressed the start button of Magic TV.

The magic apprentice next to him said: "This is useless, we tried—"

"...The current situation of the broomstick racing competition has entered a stalemate. Today, let's take a look at the status of the players in each group."

Accompanied by the actions of Baron Delan, not only the sound, but also the projected image appeared in the hall.

Hearing this movement, everyone's eyes gathered.

"what is this?"

"Do you have a photo from the first era?" Someone asked curiously.

But then the image that appeared in the projection broke their cognition: "Wait a minute, this can't be the first era, right? Let's not talk about the language and clothing of these people, isn't that Prince Hyde?"

People in the royal capital are very familiar with the current emperor and prince.

After all, the current emperor regards himself as the "pioneer of industry" and holds a lot of celebrations at every turn. He likes to show up in public - it has only been reduced in recent months due to his poor health - so whether it is a mage or a commoner , have paid homage to the emperor countless times, and even Prince Hyde has become a familiar face.

However, Prince Hyde didn't have the spirit of being in the capital at all. He was lying on the hospital bed, looking very fragile.

"Is the crown prince inspecting the eastern border? Why is he like this?"

"Encountered an assassination?"

"That's troublesome, we won't start a war with the Eastern Realm, will we?"

"But if there is a war, why do these mages have the leisure to 'rebuild the Kingdom of God'?"

People asked strangely, and the interview that followed solved their problem.

"First of all, our Royal Highness, he has not recovered since he made a mistake in the last game, but he refused to withdraw from the game, and requested that the time of the game be postponed in the name of the royal family—"

The news said so, and played back the video of the prince falling down during the game, as well as his previous game records.

In a very short period of time, the people in the capital understood what their Highness the Crown Prince had done.

Everyone present was a little speechless.

"This is what Prince Hyde would do!" someone said.

It seems that the people in the royal capital also have a lot of troubles with the prince.

It's just that Baron Theresa always felt a little subtle.

Baron Delan was considering reporting the wayward behavior of the Mage Tower to the emperor just now, but found that when these poor people were forced to labor by the Mage Tower, the crown prince was happily spending money in the East.

"But he is the prince after all." Baron Derain told himself.

Others didn't think much of it.

After all, before these people became "magic apprentices", they were just civilians in the capital—if they were as rich and prestigious as Baron De Lan, they would not be arrested for labor—so for them, working on their own At that time, it was very reasonable for the royal family and nobles to be having fun, and they didn't even have basic complaints.

In fact, they wanted to rebel against the mages because those mages made it impossible for them to live well.

Seeing the embarrassment of the prince, everyone felt that he was losing face to the capital.

"Our Highness has never had the slightest idea of ​​his ability."

"He even asked his fiancée to save him."

"Is this the princess of the Eastern Realm? She's still very small, but she looks more reliable than the prince!"

"She said she would win instead of the prince!"

Many people looked at Miss Recifia affectionately. Compared with the unreliable prince, the appearance of the princess of the Eastern Realm made them very fond of it.

Especially the young lady's appearance was trying to save her fiancé.

Of course, such a thing is still far away from everyone.

Especially for the rebel organizations who live in the tunnel and don't know if there will be a tomorrow, many of them feel that they will never see the day when the prince will marry the bride.

What really caught everyone's attention was the subsequent reports.

The news is not only gossip about the prince and his fiancée, but also interviews with other contestants, including students studying in free schools, workers working in factories, farmers in the countryside, and even farmers in remote mountain villages.

These people participated in a competition with the prince of the capital and the princess of the eastern border.

The report confused those present.

"Aren't these people civilians? Why can they participate in the competition?"

"Just now the TV said that their brooms can fly, is it the magic power base station?"

"So why can civilians use such facilities?"

"Ah, this kid is still learning the magic circle!"

"He's not even a magic apprentice!"

Everyone looked at the picture on the screen intently as if they had seen a new world.

Baron Derain was listening to people's discussions, and he suddenly noticed that when the youngest contestant complained that there were too many magic lessons in the school, which interfered with his practice, Ozzy had an envious expression on his face.

"Are you interested in this competition?" Baron Derain asked softly.

"It's okay," Oz replied, staring at the screen intently, "I actually envy their daily life more than the competition... Is that true? If Cecilia people live like this, They are truly in the Kingdom of God!"

"...If you are envious, you can go to Cecilia." Baron Derain said angrily.

As a native of Wangdu, he is quite proud of his origin.

Oz didn't notice Baron Delan's tone, he smiled wryly and said, "If I had known the situation in the East, I might really have gone to see it, but I can't go now."

"why?"

Oz opened his collar and showed Baron Delan the magic lines on his body: "When I became a magic apprentice, I registered at the Mage Tower! As long as I leave the capital, I will be found."

"..." Baron Teresa was speechless for a moment.

It took him a while to ask, "If you didn't have this imprint, would you leave?"

"I will escape from here as quickly as possible." Ozzy said firmly.

Baron De Lan did not speak, he raised his head and looked at the others.

Like Ozzy, the others stared at the screen with longing and longing, as if the kingdom of God was on the other side of the screen.

At this time, Baron De Lan suddenly felt a little regretful.

He regretted putting the TV together.

It's a pity that Baron Derain can't disassemble the TV again.

In the end, Baron Derain did not disturb this group of people who saw the outside world for the first time, and quietly exited this space.

It is very easy for a soul searcher to "go offline", he just needs to "wake up".

Waking up from a dream, Baron Derain sat on a soft bed, wearing comfortable silk pajamas, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Baron Derain is not short of money, he can always guarantee his standard of living.

So Baron Derain naturally doesn't feel that Cecilia's life on TV is anything to envy—although the air racing competition seems to be really fun, if he has the opportunity, he would like to watch it himself—but He can't let everyone live this way.

"Speaking of which, where did the TV signal come from?" Baron Derain muttered.

But compared to this kind of thing, Baron De Lan felt that there were some things he could do now.

For example, find a way to reflect the demonization status of the mages in the mage tower.

He believed that the emperor would not let those devils do whatever they wanted.

Of course, it's useless to call the police on this kind of thing.

Baron Teresa has his way.

He changed out of his pajamas, put on formal clothes, called a carriage and went to a club.

Like Chesser, various clubs are very popular in the high society of the capital, and social circles of all sizes have been formed with these clubs.

Baron Derain inevitably participated in several clubs, and one of the clubs was even hosted by the lover of the Duke of the South. Baron Derain could obtain the qualification to visit the Duke through this club.

Baron Teresa had good luck.

When he came to the club, he found that he didn't need to spend this effort, because the Duke of the South was planning to hold a party recently, and Baron Delan happened to be within the invitation range of the other party.

"Why does the Duke suddenly want to hold a party?" Baron Delan asked.

He had to assess the purpose of the gathering before considering how to ask the Duke to speak alone.

This kind of obliqueness in communication is exactly the place that reflects the cultivation of nobles.

"It's not sudden, is it? Isn't there a lot of movement in the Mage Tower recently?" a nobleman said, "Your Excellency will naturally not ignore it."

"You mean 'rebuild the Kingdom of God'?" Baron Derain asked tentatively, "You don't believe this is true, do you?"

"God will always be with us." The other party said reverently.

But this sentence also means that this person probably doesn't believe it.

But there are also those who believe.

Another nobleman said: "Hey, you don't think that the reason for making such a big noise in the Mage Tower is to collect some money?"

"You mean..."

"Great progress has been made in magic research!" said the nobleman. "You don't leave the capital all day long. You probably don't know it? There are magic power base stations being built everywhere in the eastern border, and even ordinary people can go to the sky! So those mages You must have mastered some new technology to have the confidence to say rebuild the Kingdom of God!"

This is a typical thinking of the industrialists, but this club is composed of such "emerging classes", and everyone accepts this statement very much.

"If this is the case, why not do it like the East Territory?" Baron Delan asked.

"What's the benefit of letting the common people go to heaven?" The noble said incredulously, "The poor people in the eastern border would only think of using such a precious technology to make money. The Mage Tower just used this technology in a more practical place."

A fat-headed and big-eared nobleman said: "But it's not bad to make money!"

"Short-sighted!" said the previous nobleman.

He looked around and lowered his voice: "Magic that can make people become gods, you only think about making money?!"

"Becoming a god?!" A nobleman yelled.

The nobleman hastily made a silent gesture and glared at the other party.

"Do you want everyone to know?" said the nobleman, but continued, "Since the Kingdom of God is being built, it is natural to resurrect the gods. I heard that many mages have already shown signs of becoming angels. "

"No way!" People showed shocked expressions.

However, no one doubted this person's speech, because at every gathering, such "well-informed" people came out to let everyone know the content of the gathering.

Only Baron Teresa felt chills in his heart.

He had speculation about "angelization".

As a result, Baron De Lan saw the "well-informed" noble take out a box, and carefully showed it to others: "Look, this fell from the president of the Royal Wizards Association."

Inside the box was a white feather.

"It's really an angel!" The nobles exclaimed.

A nobleman even took out a magnifying glass and studied it carefully as if observing a treasure.

Baron Theresa just felt nauseous.

He smelled the same.

This feather exudes the same smell as that of the demonized corpse.

In the end, Baron Derain didn't even know how he left the club.

He stood on the street, not knowing where he was going for a moment.

In a daze, Baron Delan saw a big black dog passing across the street, and he hurriedly followed it. By the time he reached the other side of the street, the black dog had disappeared.

"what should I do?"

Baron Theresa asked blankly into the air.

On the high wall, a black dog is jumping fast.

It jumped over the roof in a flexible posture that a dog does not have, and jumped into the gap of a certain dream.

When it landed, it was not a big dog, but a small black cat.

"Your "Escape Room" is about to see the effect of the first issue meow!" It said to a larger black robe that looked more like a dog in the gap.

The black robe said in distress: "Compared to this, I want to know how to ensure the stable operation of the TV signal transmitted by the dream after I go back."

"You can leave your head here." The black cat said bluntly.