Hawking, who had not spoken next to him, suddenly changed his expression. A little blazing light appeared at the top of the staff, pointing directly at the young mage, staring at the young mage's eyes: "Say it again, who sent you here?"

The light at the top of the staff was extremely hot, as if if you answered the wrong sentence, a surging magic power would surge out, smashing the young mage's head.

Under this threat, the young mage's voice was trembling and crying: "It's really Kasman, I, if I lie, I will be struck by lightning."

At this time, Hawking stared at the young mage's eyes for a while, as if he had confirmed that there was no problem, so he slowly retracted the staff, but his face had become a little solemn.

Lifting from the pressure between life and death, the young mage was like a mud, and he was about to slump on the ground...

Lynch looked a little confused: "Who is this Casman?"

At this time, both Hawking and Palin looked at Lynch in surprise, as if Lynch didn't know about this, it was very strange...

"By the way, it's not long since you came to Auckland Academy, and I almost forgot."

Hawking suddenly slapped his head and realized that in fact, this guy, Mafameilin, has not been in school for a long time and has not experienced many things. In fact, it is normal to not know these things...

Seeing that Lynch had something that he didn't know, Perling suddenly became energetic and introduced with some interest: "When it comes to this Casman, that's really a legend..."

"Not to mention anything else, first of all, in the Crimson Realm, Cassman's papers are ranked first in the number of publications and citations!"

"That's how it is."

After Palin said this, Lynch immediately understood.

Unlike other forces, alchemy occupies a major position in the magic path of the Crimson Demon Realm, and magic is actually an auxiliary.

This special magic path has given the Crimson Demon Realm an extremely high knowledge conversion rate.

Simply put, as much knowledge they have mastered, they can immediately apply it to their various alchemy creations, thus effectively transforming them into their own force.

Extremely efficient, no discount.

The saying that knowledge is power is vividly reflected in the Crimson Devil Realm...

This Casman occupies the first position in the Crimson Devil Realm, which advocates absolute eliteism, so his status and strength should naturally not be underestimated...

"By the way, why are you different from ordinary Crimson Demon Realm mages..."

Thinking of this, Lynch looked at the young mage in front of him suspiciously. This guy sat on the ground and was covered in dust. He had performed well in magic until now.

But he did not show any of the achievements of the Crimson Demon Realm mage in alchemy.

"I, I was...an accident." The young mage's face turned red.

"Accident? I understand..."

Lynch looked at the other party a few times and realized it immediately. This should be because he wanted to scare the three of them at the beginning, but he was afraid that he would be a strong man on the outside and a middle, so he did not dare to expose his true alchemy skills. Later, he was blocked and he was anxious, but he had no chance to use his real skills again...

Before Lynch could continue asking, Hawking's face was a little serious and continued, "In the past few years, we and the Crimson Realm have never been in conflict with each other. Now Casman suddenly sent someone to invade us? You must know that this nearby is still the territory of our Auckland Academy after all."

"So, is this guy a spy?" Palin immediately looked at the trembling young mage with some suspicion. Can this psychological quality be used as a spy?

"No, no." This sentence fell into the ears of the young mage and suddenly shuddered, fearing that he could not explain clearly, and was killed as a spy. He quickly explained, "I just came to collect a few specific magic cores, and I really have no other meaning."

Speaking of this, seeing that the eyes falling on me were still a little bad, I quickly added: "I have evidence. I have several magic cores on my body. They are all like the magic cores of the Dark Rotten Flower, with very poison, and it is unique to you... How could the spies collect these things..."

"Um?"

After being reminded, Lynch manipulated the blood vine and groped through the young mage for a while. Sure enough, he found a few magic cores and took a look.

It's almost the same as the young mage's explanation...

The wind bird, the poisonous tongue lizard, the ice snake, and its own dark rotten flowers are all the cores of the highly poisonous monsters, and each one is a top monster that can only be seen in its own area.

It is indeed difficult to hunt these monsters elsewhere.

The young mage observed Lynch's face and said carefully: "You believe it now. I am really not a spy, at best, just cross-border hunting..."

Hearing this, Lynch was no longer interested in the young mage and turned his head to look at Hawking: "According to the rules, how to deal with cross-border hunting."

"It's OK."

"ah?"

"That's how it is." Hawking looked indifferent: "It's normal to die a few mages in winter, and it's cross-border hunting."

"That's how..."

Hearing that the other party was discussing his life and death, the young mage was extremely panicked and quickly said, "I, I know a lot of things, I'm very useful! Don't kill me."

Hawking looked at him and asked casually: "Then let me talk first, why did Casman ask you to collect these highly poisonous demon cores? You don't want to poison anyone, right?"

"No, actually...we are also trying to save people..."

"Save someone?"

"That's right..." Seeing that he seemed to have finally saved his life, the young mage breathed a little relieved, and then said in a complaining tone: "We are unlucky this time, bringing a waste..."

Speaking of this, the young mage sighed and explained: "That's it... This hunt was done well, but there was a mage among us, who... in short, for some boring things, put himself in danger. In order to save him, Casman thought of a solution, but it needed a large number of poisonous demon cores... and then we were mobilized to collect everywhere."

"You?" Lynch heard this word, but looked at him more: "How many people?"

"It's almost like... twenty people..." Speaking of this, the young mage was a little angry: "Because of that waste, we all have to go out for a trip, and this hunting was ruined by him alone."

"Really, false..." Hawking's face was a little suspicious: "I don't remember that Casman is the kind of person who likes to meddle in other people's business. You're not lying, are you?"
Chapter completed!