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Chapter 86 I’m just here for research
This is highly possible.

If the deduction continues like this.

Thieves destroy order, destroy everything, and build everything on top of the ruins, becoming the makers of order.

This will break the upper limit of the thieves' path.

Bai Lan didn't know what the extraordinary person in the thieves path thought.

There are various signs that most of the thieves' forces and the black magicians' forces have also reached cooperation.

I don't know what kind of shameful deeds they are planning.

But now, the black magician's plan failed.

The shadow castle was destroyed.

It has been laid out for many years and destroyed once.

There are only two or three black magicians in the castle, and they are still peripheral members, so nothing can be found.

Bai Lan and Metatron also saw this opportunity.

They came here for the wealth in the castle and for tracking down clues about black magicians, thieves, and werewolves.

A few people deliberated for a moment and moved on.

The further in you go, the more desolate, dilapidated and desolate it becomes.

Set foot in the hinterland.

The clouds loomed thicker and thicker.

It's like being in the deep night.

In the night, they saw the vague outline of a quiet castle.

Just the process of getting closer made Bai Lan and others feel weird for no reason.

There is a sense of oppression that penetrates directly into the heart.

Dark and chaotic, exuding unspeakable terror.

The aura of this castle is truly evil!
"I suddenly don't want to go!"

Gamblers get cold feet.

The Pavilion Master twitched his lips, embarrassed to say that he had the same idea.

Bai Lan said helplessly: "It's here now..."

Gambler: "Okay, you convinced me."

Keep going.

There are extremely vast farmlands surrounding the castle.

This place was once a rich and fertile land, but now it is deserted.

The land is dry and hard, full of cracks, and there are still wheat stubbles from a few years ago that have not been harvested, as well as wheat seedlings that have just sprouted and died after being planted.

Bai Lan and others slowly approached the castle along the avenue.

Suddenly, the pavilion master stopped and looked somewhere.

There were traces there that looked like they had been run over by a giant beast.

The pavilion master looked at the trace, his expression gradually solidified, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Bai Lan asked: "What's wrong?"

The Pavilion Master's voice trembled: "I saw a figure that was so terrifying that it was blurry!"

Bai Lan and Metatron looked at each other.

The master of the pavilion has the talent to identify all things, and he probably discovered where those traces came from.

The master of the pavilion mentioned that if he were asked to identify a certain footprint, he could see the height, weight, appearance, etc. of the owner of the footprint.

Of course, this is only possible for mortals.

The higher the level of the footprint owner, the higher the difficulty of identification.

For the effect of a sophisticated item like the knight's spear, he has to invest far more spiritual power than he does in appraising ordinary items.

"Calm down." Bai Lan said.

Metatron also said: "Speak clearly."

The Pavilion Master's throat was dry: "The blurry figure was standing on the edge of the field. I don't know how long he stood there. He was watching the farmland, staring at the wheat stubble and dead wheat seedlings in the field..."

"How strong is it? Can you identify the specific level?"

The longer the Pavilion Master stared, his pupils got bigger and bigger, and cold sweat broke out: "It's hard to fathom, immeasurable, and extremely terrifying!"

After he said these words, he suddenly screamed and had a splitting headache.

He had suffered a mental attack from a black magician before, and now his mental value had plummeted to the bottom.

Bai Lan helped him sit down and saw that his face was as pale as paper and trembling like chaff.

Most likely he has lost his ability to fight.

Before we reached the castle, we lost one person. "What's the matter with him?" asked the gambler.

Metatron said: "That trace may have been left by the Death Knight."

Bai Lan was speechless.

The Death Knight destroyed the Shadow Castle, killed the crazy earl, and disrupted the black magician's layout.

It also gave them the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

If this kind of existence is forced to be identified, the consequences are unpredictable.

If the mental value is too low, it will not recover within a short period of time.

Pavilion Master: "Fortunately, it didn't cause any mental backlash. That figure was too terrifying. I couldn't see his true body. I could only feel the strong aura he exuded. It was just like a ghost."

With trembling hands, the Pavilion Master took out a bottle of potion from his backpack.

Bai Lan has seen this kind of potion, it is the magic house's secret awakening potion.

Cure most negative mental states and restore mental values ​​to their peak.

"You are really willing."

This thing is not cheap. It costs 2 gold coins, which is more expensive than general combat skills.

As expected, this thing should be able to relieve the player's death penalty, which is much better than the priest's blessing.

The Pavilion Master smiled hard.

He was the one who mainly increased the mental value, but he used appraisal spells too many times along the way, and the mental value was consumed too quickly.

The items in the Magic House are expensive, but worth every penny.

The Pavilion Master took a sip.

His complexion improved visibly.

At this time, Bai Lan's ears moved and she heard a slight movement.

He turned to look.

In the thick night, a cloaked figure was vaguely seen, approaching erratically.

His steps were staggering and staggering, as if he had lost his way here.

It was a black cloak that was exactly the same as the black magician. There was a skull crest on the cloak, but it was more advanced.

Bai Lan's eyes were cold.

Everyone is on alert!

Bai Lan wasn't sure if the other party had noticed them.

But at this time, I have to think in a good direction.

He threw out his invisibility cloak, covering all four of them.

The last Alex disappeared into the darkness at some point, waiting for an assassination opportunity.

Bai Lan left the place in the invisible state and did not approach the opponent rashly. Instead, he kept moving to find a suitable position.

Hold the spear silently!

Just wait for the opponent to get close, and then launch a surprise attack with lightning speed!
But the black magician suddenly stopped.

He looked at the invisible people and said in a dazed voice: "Child, don't be nervous."

For a moment, Bai Lan's heart went cold.

How was it discovered?
This is a rare-level item, stronger than a fine-level item.

Logically speaking, even extraordinary beings at the level of elite werewolves would not be able to discover it.

Several other people also looked ugly.

Metatron whispered: "In different futures, we have encountered different enemies, but I have no impression of this one."

[God's Perspective] Observing different futures, he only randomly obtains partial knowledge.

He cannot see everything on a given world line.

And here in front of me is a black magician who can see through rare items at a glance...

It is very likely that it has been ignored!

Everyone is nervous.

Bai Lan had no choice but to take off the invisibility cloak and put it in his backpack - this thing was borrowed.

He is now prepared to die, but all the equipment on his body can be exploded, but this thing must be kept away.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Lan asked.

"I'm just here to do research."

Bai Lan sneered, not having any good impression of these black magicians: "What do you want to study?"

The black magician spoke with confusion in his voice:
"I'm researching new ways. Once I can correctly interpret this power, the whole world will undergo earth-shaking changes!"

(End of this chapter)