Blakint's look of excitement and loss of composure had all fallen into the eyes of his colleagues on the side, but these high-level mages at least level 12 seemed to be completely used to it as if they had long been used to it.》,

Magic is a profound science, so profound that even if there is a long life like an elves, it cannot be seen through. The strongest magician Hilria, recorded on the mainland, has only stopped at the level 21. However, this instructor who has become the spiritual belief of the mages has marked the path to a higher level in the manuscript left behind, and has become a signpost for countless magicians to pilgrimage. It is not easy to climb the peak of magic. There are awkward spells, cumbersome theories, dangerous experiments, and boring meditations. Not every mage can walk to the end on this thorny road. There are too many temptations in the world that many mages stop, and the rest is to exhaust their energy and patience on this road.

In order to prevent the pond of their soul from drying out prematurely on this magical road like a desert, the advanced mages all have their own methods to adjust their mental state and maintain their mental state at their best. Some have chosen food, some have chosen beauty, some have been very happy and some have been very sad, and some have chosen to silence beyond everything, just to allow themselves to take a few more steps on this continent.

Farakent chose the person who was overjoyed. He was not always silent like some mages. On the contrary, he was famous in legal institutions and always showed incredible excitement. Some people even counted that Master Farakent was in an excited state every year even more than his sleep time. It was this kind of words and deeds that seemed too exaggerated and out of character in the eyes of the world that maintained Frakent's spirit, making him still excited on this boring magic path.

"Then I won't disturb you for the time being." Looking at the mage who started to mumble to himself again, Graven felt that he was still talking to the other mages beside him who felt more like a magician in their words and deeds.

Although the other mages did not look a bit out of control like Farakent, they still sincerely admired everything the arsonist did. In fact, mages are such creatures. Especially mages who have truly entered the higher level and are obsessed with legal research. No matter whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, as long as they do have extraordinary magic knowledge, it is worthy of praise.

Among these mages, a tall female mage who looked only in her thirties carefully explained the details for Graven, especially after sneaking into the warehouse, the other party paralyzed the protective array in a very short time. The female mage said while constantly praising the prisoner as he was indeed an absolute genius.

"Ms.~ I want to ask a question, if you have such a rich knowledge of magic circles, probably only those mages can do it in your memory?"

Graven's question made the female mage think deeply. However, the female mage shook her head and did not answer the question positively: "Mr. Graven ~ At least in my memory, there are only a few mages on the entire continent. However, I don't think these masters who are famous in the magic world will come to the free city to do such a thief Xiao Mo. This is really too harmful to the mage's respect┉┉”

"But someone did it, didn't it?"

Graven's next sentence immediately made the female mage look ugly, but the female mage's mouth twitched and could not speak.

Although the mages let Graven understand some details, the identity of the main problematic prisoner is still unknown. The only clue now is some materials stolen by the prisoner. The members of the security team now rely on this clue to search. Even the black streets in the Free City were arranged with informants to stare at the stores that purchase stolen goods at any time. As long as these materials appear, they can immediately lock the other party.

"Then ┉┉In this way, the other party should be at least a high-level magician in his fifties and sixties, and he has a grudge against Sir Fellibos."

On the way back, Graven was still reasoning and getting some information about his hands. According to the previous female mage's narration, the prisoner could master this level of magic circle knowledge, at least he could only do it when he entered middle age. Moreover, he had to learn to transmit magic spells. The opponent's magic level must be at least ten. Based on various information, it is estimated that the mage who sneaked into the free city for destruction should be a high-level mage above level 16. Faced with such an enemy, the security team may not be able to catch people even if they find people. If the advanced mage at level 16 and 7 really had to make up their minds to fight for their lives, the basic strength of the city's security team members would have to fill in the double-digit lives. Maybe they would have to fill in the triple-digit lives.

At that time, it is probably only possible to ask the mage from the legal institution to deal with the prisoner. However! Graven scratched his head. Based on the admiration of the magical techniques mastered by the prisoners, letting them deal with and assist in the arrest of the prisoners will probably evolve into a scene of persuading surrender plus high salary and temptation.

Graven rubbed his temples and added tobacco leaves to his pipe: "A mage with at least sixteen or seventeen magic levels ran to the free city to destroy Sir Fellibos's industry, and could even encounter more destructive actions in the future. I have to say that Sir Fellibos' ability to make enemies is definitely the best in the world."

Obviously, Graven has determined that this destruction will never be just one time. The other party's intentional targeting and Sir Fellibos' reputation are notorious. This arson is just the beginning. There will be more attacks on Fellibos in the next days, and the other party may even assassinate Sir Fellibos. As a slave merchant, Fellibos is hated by too many people. There are probably too many people who want to kill him on the entire continent to form an army, so it is impossible to tell which forces are sending people to destroy Fellibos.

The holy capital in the western part of the mainland!?

This term popped up in Graven's mind, but soon Graven denied this idea. The western part of the mainland is still busy fighting with the undead. It is said that a group of undead from the terrifying island of Dead has even broken through the blockade and has joined their companions. Now the pressure on the western part of the mainland has also become greater. Although the Saints in the western part of the mainland have always been accusing Philibos, over the years, the Saints have not sent assassinators against Philibos except for supporting slave riots and escape. At this critical moment, the Saints are even more unlikely to send personnel to assassinate Philibos.

At this time, a carriage also whizzed past the carriage that Graven was riding in. Suddenly, she noticed the silver wing emblem on the carriage. Graven discovered that the other party was the Silver Wing Chamber of Commerce, which was famous recently in Liberty City. As an investigator, Graven would also pay attention to some external news. A pair of 16 or 17-year-old brothers and sisters came to Liberty City with a few guards and a large sum of money to try to take root here. I really don’t know if they should be brave or stupid.

"So it's already so late?" After looking at the sun that was gradually falling, Graven realized that it was approaching dusk.

At this time, there are merchants or nobles who are traveling in horse-drawn carriages, and they must be participating in all kinds of banquets and dances that seem endless. The residents of the middle and upper-level areas of the free city live this so-called aristocratic life every day, and no matter what happens, they cannot stop their pleasure. Even though the last slave riot had even entered the upper-level areas, some nobles and businessmen in the security area still held their wine glasses and took the battle as an after-show. As long as they did not involve themselves, the life and death of others and howling were worthless in their ears.

This city is like this twist!

When he found himself becoming a saint who seemed to be sad, Graven shook his head and eliminated his distractions. He was just an investigator, and his only interest was to deal with those bizarre cases. Whether this city is evil or good has nothing to do with him. Even if this is a demon city, shouldn’t the gods in heaven be punished for it?

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God!

demon!

In the far away from the free city, in the lord's mansion in the Golden Spike Territory of the Kingdom of Belrama, the current lord, Lvado, was lying on the bed and asleep. Two naked girls were serving on the left and right sides, holding Silvado's arms. One of them had a collar around his neck and exuded an amazing charm. He was once Mina Kenansi, the daughter of the Duke of the Flowers of the Kingdom of Belrama. The other girl had some orc characteristics, furry ears and tails. However, these characteristics did not damage the girl's beauty, but instead made her look like a female leopard, making the men who saw her wish to press her under her and conquer her hard.

However, Silvador, who was dressed by two beauties, was not satisfied or joy at all. The sleeping prince seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. The expression on his face gradually became painful, as if he was struggling back and forth in a dream. Silvador made a low whine from time to time. At the same time, some black and red marks that were slowly flowing like blood were constantly emerging from Silvador.

Who are you?

"Who!?Who is where!!"

In the dream, Silvador answered in a daze. The scenery around him was like a boiling sea of ​​blood. In the rising blood mist, there seemed to be countless sounds of war, the shouts of fighting, the whine of fighting, the screams of weapons, and the sound of weapons colliding, as if he was in the center of the most intense battlefield, and countless scenes were constantly pouring into Silvador's mind.

Why were you born?
Chapter completed!