Boom!

A thunder exploded, and the blue-white lightning instantly shone the second floor aisle, which was illuminated by only a little fluorite lamp, making Vikas' pale face even more dismal. The thin man shrank unnaturally, and his already hunched body looked even shorter.

After the thunder, the storm became even heavier, and even the almost completely closed second-floor corridor could be heard clearly. Curt felt that the magic around him became louder and active, and the previously chaotic magic rotation became much more soothing.

Suddenly, a hint of dullness appeared on Vikas' face, and his spiritless eyes lost their spirits, and some indescribable feelings appeared in it. Curt wanted to get closer to observe them, but this undetectable expression recovered before he paid attention. Vikas, who was timid, regained his spirits again.

With that thunder as the boundary point, his mind seemed to have been reset by someone's hand, and some of the things he had experienced had been tampered with. Curt was almost certain that the changes that had happened to him were related to the sudden change of magic, and it was they that affected everyone's thinking.

However, he didn't say a word, just silently staring at everything.

Knock and knock...

The pause continued because of the sudden thunder. Vikas slowly raised his hand and knocked on the door in front of him and said, "Sir, according to your request before."

The echo of knocking on the hollows of the wooden board slowly spread in the aisle, but the guy called "adults" did not respond at all. After a while, Curt heard a series of unclear footsteps in the room behind the door. There was also a slightly rapid breathing sound.

"Thank you for your hard work, let him come in."

This sentence sounds hoarse, but it does not seem too old, as if it were a sound made by a middle-aged man whose throat was damaged. From his words, a sense of pressure only those who have been in the upper hand for a long time was faintly revealed. Even through a door, Vikas trembled slightly.

With a "creak" sound, the thick wooden door in front of him opened a hole slightly, and a trace of imperceptible herbal smell was seeped out from it. Curt sniffed those smells. It was warm and slightly exuded a wonderful sweetness...it seemed to be a rare incense.

"Sorry, Vikas...Is there something I can bother you?"

Just before Curt was about to push open the wooden door, he suddenly called Vikas, who was standing beside him and said, "I hope you can have a little girl with Liqi - you know, just come with me and say, I may have to waste a long time here, so let her find a place to rest first. Don't cause trouble for everyone. By the way, help me take this over her...I think at least it can make her quiet for a while."

As if speaking seriously, Curt handed a small metal pendant to Vikas. Obviously he was not the person the "adult" wanted to meet. He seemed not even qualified to enter this third office and could only be responsible for passing messages for his master.

There is no doubt that Vikas has accepted his identity. He has worked in the Mercenary Management Office for so long that even though he has never met a big man, he is also very clear about the treatment he can get at his position. After taking what Curt handed him, he slowly walked towards the stairs leading to the lower level.

"It's interesting. It seems like Cadfield said, you're a guy who thinks your sister is more important than work. Or I should say that, you're not a qualified mercenary, because if you're asked to choose one of your quests and family, you'll definitely choose the latter without hesitation."

As Curt walked into the third office, a man sitting in the deepest part of the room greeted him with a standard central empire accent. He supported his elbows on the metal desk in front of him, leaning his face against the back of the crossed and stacked hands. A slightly fussing smile hung on his face.

The third office in front of me is a large room with a wooden door on both sides leading to the next room. There is only a floor-to-ceiling fluorite lamp that provides light to the room. There are several bookshelves in the office that lacks light, and a large number of difficult-looking bibliography on it.

Smack-

There was no wind. No one pushed the heavy door, but it was locked behind Curt. The wonderful fragrance spread silently in the locked space, almost completely wrapped around Curt in an instant, and slowly penetrated into his body through his nose.

Curt hates this smell. If different incenses have different effects, then this smell is like disturbing people's vigilance. The soothing smell makes people relax their nerves, but relaxing in the "dream" controlled by enemy spells is too dangerous.

"Maybe that's the case. If you can't even protect the things around you, then it's not convincing to claim that you can protect everyone. And compared to others, I do attach more importance to what I have - this should be considered a natural habit."

Curt seemed to respond easily to what the man said, while also observing the situation around him quietly. The layout of this large office was a little complicated, with the space hidden by bookshelf and the sides behind the door with potentially dangerous areas. Not only that, the weird incense also numbed Curt's sense of smell, and he was even more difficult to distinguish the other smells besides himself.

The room was not felt the breath of living creatures except that man, and the whole office was unexpectedly calm. However, there were often dangers hidden under the calm, and the strange incense made Curt unable to calm down - it could also be said that he was deliberately tense and made himself wary.

"That's just to keep yourself safe...is that?"

He suddenly stood up and smiled in a hoarse voice: "If you told me like this three months ago, I might have believed it at that time. But now..., it's not that simple 'to keep it alone'."

Curt saw a scary scar on his throat, perhaps that was what made his voice so hoarse. Not only the throat, but also the exposed skin also had many strange-shaped scars, which were displayed on him like medals.

Curt felt that this man was a veteran who had experienced many battles. Even if he seemed to sit in a chair casually, he could not see any flaws all over his body. Even if an assassin launched a sudden attack at a very close range, he would probably be able to deal with it easily.

But he didn't remember seeing this middle-aged man in the Mercenary Management Office. He appeared here like he suddenly appeared from the soil. Even as an iron-level mercenary, he rarely had the chance to see the people in the upper class of the Management Office, but it was a bit incredible that he had never seen it once.

More importantly, his attitude. He still looks quite friendly now, but he always feels that the middle-aged man's face is covered with a layer of mask. His current appearance is just a disguise, and even everything he says is just to test him...or, waiting for his reaction.

"Hmph, you're right, but what can I do?" Curt continued the conversation with a smile, and then shrugged helplessly. "In the current situation, although I don't know what the people with the True Eye want to do in this city, their behavior has already brought us into it."

A sharp pain hit Curt's eyes, followed by a slight tinnitus. This feeling is unforgettable after tasting it once. I am afraid that it will appear in my mind at the same time when I wake up from every nightmare - this is the magic effect constructed by Liqi.

"Sorry, I might want to let you be my first experiment."

Liqi's voice suddenly appeared in Curt's head. Suddenly, the things in front of Curt melted like ice and snow. Countless wonderful spots of light appeared in his vision. Curt suddenly covered his head, enduring the dizziness that seemed to be stirred by a red-hot iron fork.

"Mr. Leinster, what's wrong with you?" The man who stood up saw Curt in a headache, walked to him twice and said, "Is there anything unusual in his body?"

Curt shook his head and signaled to him that he was fine. Liqi's spell continued to take effect. Soon, the fog covering his eyes slowly dissipated. Perhaps it was the side effect of the spell, the slight fragrance of fragrance surrounding him became as unpleasant as the fruit that was about to rot. Through these uncomfortable smells, Curt could vaguely detect some dangerous aura hidden in this space.

A chill slowly rose from his heel, and then climbed onto his back. The air around him became cold, stimulating his nerves like a needle.

This feeling was so familiar - the murderous intent was emitted from the living creatures around them, and they had already stared at Curt, ready to find the opportunity to attack him. If he had a slight slack, he would not know whether it was the ammunition of the mechanic gun or the blade of the sword.

"Curter, there's something I have to tell you."

Liqi yawned and murmured a little annoyed: "From the place where you are, about half of the entire second floor is blocked by sound-free spells. Not only that, there are fifteen magicians lurking in the room around you. If you are at a level...it is probably a little bit cheaper than the black robe that day, but if they want, they can probably blow this tavern up to the sky."

Simply put, you are now in the center of the encirclement - Liqi said. She is using her magic to interpret the "dream" spell woven by the other party. Now she is spending energy to communicate with Curt, which shows that she has made some progress in her interpretation work.

But no matter what, this encirclement still needs Curt to solve it himself. (To be continued, please search Piaotianyi, the novel is better, updated and faster!

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