Katris is one of the largest cities in the Dominion of Osatalia. Even if you look around the world, it can be regarded as a very prosperous city.

However, if someone comes here now, he will understand that the well-known "busy city" may have become a past tense. After experiencing one after another in a few days, most of the city's urban areas have been turned into ruins.

Even if the natural disaster passes through, there will probably be no such cruel result. The streets that were crowded in the past were lifted upwards, and a terrifying wound was cut out by the central part. If the direct losses were measured by money, it would probably be a degree of frightening to roll your eyes.

"If I want to say something, I can only say that Seindemocra is a complete madman." Lying on the bed covered with white sheets, Curt said seriously, "But compared to that madman, these journalists who kept talking nonsense afterwards are probably more annoying than madman."

His mood seemed a little bad. While talking, he threw a large roll of newspapers onto the coffee table beside him. The newspapers in the past few days were all about the previous battles, and it seemed that there was nothing worth their concern except these.

He now understands the mood of those in the security team. No matter how he does it, those guys who yell "freedom of the press" are more difficult to get along with than the real criminals who make trouble. Now, for the first time, he is glad that he does not have to deal with them directly.

"Haha. There is no way to do this - after all, the imperial law has already stipulated their freedom. As long as they do not directly contact the cordon, no one can do anything to them."

By his bedside, Cruz François smiled indifferently: "You know, although they have the freedom to report the 'facts', we also have the option to weave the so-called 'facts'. If necessary, some dangerous things may not leave a word in history. Of course, most things are not necessary to do this."

This is a room without windows. Although the furniture around it is quite simple, it is cleaned up, giving people the feeling of a ward. In fact, this place can be regarded as a "ward", but the address it is located is a little subtle.

Just as gang members have their own clinics, security teams, talent dispatch agencies or Catris Academy that they use privately, they also have similar internal facilities. This is a treatment center located within the academy. It is not open to ordinary people on the surface.

"You said something really scary, that is to say, if you know too much, maybe God will disappear without a trace?" Listening to what Dean François said, Curt couldn't help but smile bitterly, "But I think I am already something that shouldn't exist."

Some things should not leave a word in history. If you want to say it, Curt and Liqi are among these "things". Although there are many immortal species in the world, such as some special creatures that have a lifespan far exceeding humans or undead people like vampires, they now live in many parts of the world - but it is too weird for the two people who will return to "as they are" no matter how they are injured.

For example, this time, the muscles of his left hand were cut off half, and his right leg almost carbonized under the scorching heat. I even heard that his upper body was blown away by Mercedes-Benz's magic. There is no doubt that this is a situation where death cannot be killed again. But for Curt, it is just "again" it.

The direct reason this time was that he rushed towards Seindemocra with the "book" in François's hand, so he took a full-powered magic bombardment. Dean François said that the crazy magician detonated all the accumulated magic power at that time, and the core power was about as much as tens of thousands of tons of bombs detonated - now the hollow in the center of the city was blown out by this magic burst.

That happened three days ago. Now his body is as healthy as an ordinary person, although his face looks a little ugly. He still has many old injuries left before. However, those scars were left before, so they naturally would not recover.

However, Cruz Francois had obviously thought that Curt would return to normal. He said without any surprise: "No, I have never thought so before-and then, compared to us, you should be the one who wants to avoid being discovered to have such abnormalities in the body."

He said half-jokingly, and he looked at Curt with a smile, his eyes showing cunning that was not suitable for age. It seemed that because he had just solved a serious problem, his mood became good, and his past style of doing things that had not been found in the margins became even more confusing.

Curt sighed, knowing that the old fox in front of him learned about his and Liqi's situation through some means, he was skeptical about what he said. Although most of him did not seem to be malicious, he was definitely not the object to be trusted easily.

"Okay, I admit you're right."

So after a while of silence, he could only say this in the end: "Originally we came to the Dominion of Osatalia to avoid the troubles that were entangled in it - but it seems that no matter where we hide, we cannot escape from the chaos."

They once thought they had made the best choice, but this might have led themselves to a path that might be more difficult to walk than the original road. Curt has witnessed the "disaster" that caused huge damage more than once, but this is probably the first time that this was caused by one person.

Some people say that if the old things are not destroyed, there is no way to build new things. Perhaps Seindemocra thought so in his mind. The new order he threatened to establish was rooted in the corpse of the old order, so he spared no effort to allocate his power to destruction.

It seems that no matter when, destruction is always easier than creation. This is especially true when the destroyed things are valuable. For those things that only require a light move, they often spend several times more manpower and material resources when building them.

It was simply a mess - even Cruz François was unwilling to consider what modifiers should be used to describe how bad the situation after the chaos was temporarily ended. The only thing that could be considered good news was probably the lunatic who caused this miserable situation. There was no chance of making a comeback.

"Who, if you are asking for my opinion, then I can only tell you that you were wrong when choosing your goal." After hearing Curt's words, François smiled happily, "You should know that at least the city of Catris is a city with various different groups. If you want to compare the undercurrents behind the scenes, it may be much more troublesome than those of the old cities in the old continent."

If you plan to live a peaceful life like a retired old man, you should choose a small village like the North border with few people - as if you were mocking Curt's statement. He looked very happy and stood up from his seat.

Originally, he had many more important things to do than chatting with Curt in this closed ward. The garrison coming from the capital temporarily took over the management of the city, and dealing with the remaining magical influence was Cruz François's job.

However, the situation is obviously not optimistic. Just looking at the pictures taken by taking cameras in the newspaper, you can tell how bad the environment in the city is. It is not just physical damage, but the magic power that penetrates into every corner has even affected the balance of magic power in the city. Now it is no longer an area that can be easily stepped into.

Although the magicians under Dean François began to act since that day, the streets in the city have not yet been completely affected by the magic cube array that once covered the city. Those blocks polluted by abnormal magic power can only be temporarily blocked layer by layer.

Especially around the final battle, the neighborhoods near the Central Square were almost completely destroyed. Not only were the roads shattered by violent magic, but some high-rise buildings even fell apart because the foundation was shaken. The biggest problem was that the "altar" was centered on it. There were traces of high-concentration magic erosion around it, and some magicians who went to support at that time seemed to be sent to the hospital after the battle ended.

It will take a long time to restore them to their original state. It is not just material damage, but some people may also leave complicated psychological trauma. It seems that the person who knows the result of this damage is a crazy magician, and their situation suddenly becomes quite embarrassing. Some citizens in the eyes of the damaged family complain that they are not doing their best, and even think that everything is their fault.

"I don't know what the guy was thinking. But if he was pursuing only other people in awe of fearing the power he had, I think he succeeded at least part of it." It sounded like a sigh. François murmured, "It seems that in some people's perception, it's not that the prisoner is a spell who falls into madness, but that the spell who falls into madness is the culprit."

Although he only changed directions, the aftershocks left were enough to shake the existence of the magicians. The spell research, which was originally a little closer to the secular world, seemed to have begun to fall into an isolated situation again. If Seindemocra was to achieve this goal, then he did succeed.

After leaving a sentence at Curt who was still smiling bitterly, "If you are healthy, leave here early", Cruz François left the ward. He seemed to be thinking about something, and even forgot about closing the door of the room for Curt.

Through the window opposite the main entrance, you can see the sky that seems to be the only clear autumn day. Today is also a good weather. There are only a few faint cirrus clouds on the blue sky. From time to time, you can see a few birds flying through the window ridge and falling on the trees where the leaves have begun to turn yellow.

The bloody battle a few days ago seemed like a dream, and the blood-colored clouds that dyed the sky completely disappeared like hallucinations. Perhaps this is because the academy is not the center of chaos. This "daily" situation gave Curt some sense of reality that everything has come to an end.

"So, how long will you stay here?" said a girl who was standing next to the window in the shadows, wrapped in black clothes, a little unhappy. "I went to the temporary stronghold of the Mercenary Management Office to greet the country. My sister asked me to tell you that if you recover, I would go and help immediately - but I think even Doni alone is useless, after all, they are almost busy to explode now."

She seemed to have melted into the shadows, only the pale skin reminded the people coming and going, and someone was standing at the door of the ward. Although her eyes were not very bright, they looked quite sharp, and her cold gaze made people feel like two daggers.

"Is that true? Then it seems that I'm almost going back to my post."

He glanced at Liqi with a stinky face indifferently. Curt turned over from the hospital bed and stretched his waist: "After all, in name, I just suffered some 'slight injuries' in the fight. If I find excuses to not work, then my assessment this month will be over."

No matter how I regret my choice, this time the matter has reached the end, and this "end point" undoubtedly means the beginning of another thing. Although the body can restore to the situation at that time, the time that has passed cannot go back to that time after all.

There are gains and losses. If equivalent exchange is really the principle of this world, then if you want to get something, you must lose something. Perhaps, as François said, if they wanted to spend a stable "day life", they shouldn't have come here at the beginning.

Anyway, no matter how troublesome the result is, the worst result is just "death again", which is a common situation for both of them. The so-called "future" has never been expected. Since a choice has been made, no matter what is ahead of this road, I can only accept it honestly and find a way to solve it.

Looking at Curt who was already alive, Liqi looked unmoved and said: "If you want to leave this ghost place today, then go home first. After all, if you go to the temporary base now, you will probably be busy in the cycle of handling written records and on-site work. Since they give you time to rest, it will be too late even if you go tomorrow."

After saying that, she didn't care about Curt's answer. She walked a few steps and entered the ward and started to pack up Curt's luggage casually. Seeing Liqi rudely stuffing all the things into her bag, Curt had to smile bitterly and obey her instructions and reject the option, which did not exist from the beginning.

"Tsk, why do I feel that from tomorrow, the real tragedy will really begin?"

After making a choice, there is no chance to look back, because the past has been buried in time - all you can do is look forward. (To be continued)
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