"No need to try it. I have already set up a spell barrier here. The sounds outside cannot be heard, and the sounds inside cannot be heard, so even if you scream, no one will come to save you." A guy wearing the robe that is common in the game, hiding his face in his hood, looking like a monk assassin than a magician, said in a quiet voice.

The voice was a little low, a little hoarse and distorted, so that it made people unable to distinguish his original tone and range span, hiding the loopholes that might expose certain information.

Obviously, this is a veteran in secret actions, which makes Lance on the bed feel heavier.

Are you so unlucky? He was threatened again after traveling less than half a month. This was because he was reborn through time and was exhausted by the inheritance of the Wizard Master, or because of the inheritance of Wizard Master, he was noticed by the world and became a thorn in the world's eyes and a thorn in the flesh.

If this is true, he would rather not have the source and inheritance of Master Lu!

"Who are you and why did you attack me?" Lance, who suppressed his excitement, asked again.

"Don't you know?" the visitor asked.

"How do I know?"

He really wanted to break his head, and he didn't think of what happened to Lance, the original body, had to do with such a mysterious person in front of him.

Except... when Lance was originally dead.

"Don't you know... Then you will never forget who you are." The visitor pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked again.

"Who am I? You don't know?" Lance retorted in the same way.

However, another invisible thump was greeted, which made his cheek twitch and his expression became ugly.

"Now I'm asking questions. You just need to answer honestly. If you talk too much, don't blame me for being rude to you."

He is so kind to him now.

"Who are you."

"Lance."

"No, you are lying!" the visitor vetoed.

"What's wrong?" Lance asked in his heart.

"Because the real Lance is dead." The visitor replied in a affirmative tone.

"Die? You are really good at joking. If I am really dead, then who is me who is tortured by you in front of you now?" Lance asked with a sneer as if he had heard some joke.

"This is exactly what I want to know, what exactly are you."

"I said, I'm Lance!" Lance said firmly.

"Strange, what you said is the truth!" The visitor muttered inexplicably, and then suddenly said, "I understand, you are indeed Lance. Because your original name is also Lance, my detection magic will determine that you are the truth! But I still didn't explain clearly who you are and what origins are. So if you don't want me to do it again, I will honestly answer my question, what exactly are you, and what purpose are you occupying Lance's body!"

"I said, I am Lance, Lance, not a mess! Also, I am living well, why do you think I am dead? Now you are occupied by something you don't know?" Lance asked loudly with a deeper heart.

Even lie detection magic, people know that the guy in front of him still has something strange and weird that can take his own life.

So while using voice to cheer himself up, Lance also used his few, or only mastered level zero magic, magic tricks, to try to untie the constraints on his body and break free from the current predicament.

Unfortunately, I don’t know whether it was the problem with the rope itself or the special nature contained in the magic used by the person who came. After trying for a long time, Lance still failed to untie the rope on his body, making him even more desperate.

"Don't let me find a chance! Otherwise, I will tell you to know why the flowers are so red!" Lance cursed fiercely in his heart.

"Because I witnessed Lance's death with my own eyes." The visitor said indifferently.

Suddenly, the whole room became quiet, and even Lance's own breathing sounded like it was shocked and disappeared.

"Now you are willing to tell your origin and purpose?"

"Who are you?" Lance stopped pretending at this time, staring at the guests standing in the room and shouted in a deep voice.

"Aren't you going to say it?" After seeing Lance asking about his origin, he sighed in an irresponsible sigh: "It seems that I can only take the risk of your brain being messed up and directly extract your soul memories."

"What?! You dare!" Lance angrily shouted at the visitor.

"Why don't I dare?" the visitor chuckled.

Then he ignored Lance and pointed his fingers directly. The invisible energy fluctuation instantly covered Lance's body, causing his body to freeze, and his eyes trembled rapidly like an electric toy.

At the same time, Lance's teeth bite and made a loud noise of "da da da da da..."

...

"Okay, let me see what your origin is." A moment later, the visitor who had a bright blue glow like a star in front of his fingertips murmured in a low voice.

Then, without hesitation, he pressed his fingers with blue light particles against his forehead.

Suddenly, infinite information exploded in the mind of the visitor, like a torrent of breaking through the dam, pouring into the mind of the visitor in a destructive way, breaking through and destroying his consciousness and memory. The whole person also became empty like a vegetative person who had lost his wisdom.

"Uh..." At the same time, Lance, who didn't know whether it was fortunate favor or the essential protection of the wizard, allowed him to escape the trouble of the pulp of his head, recovered from the sequelae of memory being extracted, murmured, and barely turned his head to look at the person who came-

Then he opened his eyes and his eyes burst out with a tenacious light, like a flame, illuminating the room.

"Is this... backfired by my memory?" Lance guessed.

After all, in addition to the memories of himself and the original owner Lance, his memory belongs to the most of the memories of the wizard Gaslank. Even though the latter's memory has been shattered on the real earth, the remaining knowledge and breadth are still beyond what ordinary people, even ordinary magicians can bear.

Don't forget that there is a lot of magic knowledge in it, and it doesn't matter if he doesn't understand it. But when it comes to the magician in front of him, the amount of information expanded is enough to impact the knowledge system he has, and make his brain crash directly on the spot.

That is the scene that people are showing now.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being polite." As he said that, Lance encouraged himself to stir up his disorganized spirit, activated another of the only three magics he could - the mage's hand, summoned an invisible hand of energy, controlled it to move to the desk, grabbed a pen from the desk, and then stabbed it in the eyes of the visitor without hesitation.
Chapter completed!