through the dark road

Although this hair tonic is of no use to him, it is Lysander's wish after all. Mo Bei doesn't like to come and go. While putting things away in the inventory, he was thinking about what would be suitable for the elderly. .

After extensive searching and purchasing, the items in the inventory are really all kinds of strange and dazzling, but there seems to be nothing particularly suitable to take out right now.

He looked at the rickety Lysander and thought about his age. . .

You're so sloppy, why didn't you bring some little blue pills?

While hesitating, Altu drank the potion prepared by Lysander as if he was already risking his life, and then he lost control of his expression, with a look of pain on his face.

The fat old man Zhuo Genan handed him a glass of water with both pity and disgust, then took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, complaining:

"Why has it been so hot these two days..."

"Where's the heat? If it's too hot, why don't you just freeze it yourself?"

The strange old man Lysander sneered and took the crystal bottle from Altu's hand with an unhappy look on his face, as if the other person's expression was a great offense to his alchemy skills.

Mo Bei looked at his leather jacket, which was already coated with pulp, and suddenly realized a problem.

Those who change jobs are invulnerable to cold and heat, but they are not ignorant of cold and heat. .

Is this person perhaps already practicing in the alchemy laboratory to the point where he has lost his physical sense? What's even scarier is. . Also lost your sense of smell and taste?

In the past, I only thought that the strange smell on the old man's body was contaminated with various alchemical materials and potions, but now it seems that its ingredients are far more complicated than I thought. .

That’s all I need is the little blue pill. .

Who can stand it?

Mo Bei asked tentatively:

"When was the last time you took a shower?"

Lysander was a little impatient:

"I don't remember. Why are you taking a shower?"

Drognan took two steps back with the handkerchief, while Altu thought that he had just drank the potion prepared by this strange old man, and he retched again with the strength.

Mo Bei thought for a while, took out a piece of soap and handed it to Lysander, briefly explaining its usage and efficacy.

The strange old man just showed curiosity about unknown things and turned it over and over in his hand.

Zhuo Genan, who had a mysophobia, was very interested. He asked for a piece without any politeness, sniffed it with his nose, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

It's clean and smells good, and you don't have to take turns rubbing a bunch of spices on your body like noble gentlemen do, which saves trouble!
He pointed at Altu and said:
"Give him some, too. This old guy always smells like corpse."

"You are the one..." Altu was about to reply on the spot, but thinking that people with mysophobia are really impeccable in this regard, he changed his mind and said:
"You're the only fat guy who's afraid of heat!"

Mo Bei was speechless.

As expected, everyone in this Mages Guild is talented, and their words are heart-wrenching.

. . . . . .

North of Salva Forest.

Through the relatively sparse tree gaps, you can see the majestic city Ernstinger built on the cliff in the distance.

A village has cultivated fields connected with each other along the river that passes through the forest. However, the residents here mainly obtain various materials from the forest. There are more than [-] houses, and almost every door has a shelf of animal skins. .

However, nowadays, salt for tanning animal skins is relatively scarce, and the monsters and beasts in the deep forests are extremely ferocious. The output and integrity of furs are not as good as before, so only land reclamation and planting can increase some profits.

Mo Bei walked through the village along the path, and all he felt was simplicity and peace.

On the surface, this doesn't look like a place where evil spirits are hiding.

But since it is hidden, naturally it will not stir up trouble here. Even if it is done secretly, there is still a risk of being exposed.

To the west of the village, farthest from the river bank, a wooden house leaned against a tree trunk and looked a little skewed. The roof was covered with fallen leaves, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

When I walked to the front of the house, I saw a broom leaning against the door and a wooden bucket. The water stains at the bottom of the bucket were not dry, and no debris fell into it.

Mo Bei raised his hand and pushed the ajar door open. He smelled a musty smell caused by moisture. His eyes swept across the room and only saw one woman. No, he frowned slightly.

There was more than one person in the room.

The woman was sitting on a stool, holding a rough wooden crib with her right hand. Her shaking movements froze the moment Mo Bei appeared, her eyes full of surprise.

And despair.

It was impossible for her to know nothing about this person who had almost single-handedly destroyed all the foundations of the Wizarding Association. She even had Mo Bei's information deeply rooted in her bones, so she could identify him at a glance. At the same time, she also knew that she and the Wizarding Association were completely finished.

Mo Bei's eyes stayed on the crib for a moment, and he was a little surprised by this situation.

"Talova?"

He asked a question.

The other party did not respond, but there was no need to verify. The characteristics of the woman in front of him completely matched the information provided by Artu, and her reaction was also very revealing.

Under the coarse cloth turban is an extremely mediocre face, which is neither good-looking nor young. Except for the frequent flickering of her eyes, she looks just like an ordinary village woman.

This is such a woman who can't be found if she falls into a crowd. How could anyone think that she is the only existing person in charge of the wizarding society?

The woman's expression gradually distorted, from fear of approaching death to unwillingness and hatred:

"you you..."

Mo Bei walked into the house:

"I'm fine, thank you. But I don't think your place is that good. Do you want to move in with me?"

"Where do you want to take me!?" The woman gnashed her teeth. She was suppressed by the power of heaven and earth. Apart from being able to speak, it was difficult for her to move a finger.

Mo Bei smiled:
"Just saying, no matter how big the world is, there is no place for you. Just settle the matter here."

As he spoke, two figures appeared next to him, one was the enchanting Taseres with wings on his back, and the other was Altu in a cloak.

The banshee raised her hand and enveloped the entire wooden house into the abyss. However, in the eyes of the villagers outside, there was just a layer of fog near the wooden house. This was very common in the forest, so no one cared.

Altu's eyes were glowing green under his hood, he looked at the woman in front of him sinisterly, and nodded to confirm:

"is her!"

Under Artu's gaze, the woman's heart was once again filled with intense fear. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't even shout.

Mo Bei let Artu deal with the last person in charge of the wizarding society, and walked slowly towards the crib, hoping in his heart that the child had not grown to the point where he had to eradicate it.

Under the wrapping cloth, his small body twisted slightly, looking like he was less than half a year old, which made him look more relaxed.

What does a child of this age know? Just send him back to the camp to be raised with other orphans, so there is no need to be embarrassed.

But when he lifted the wrapping covering the baby's head, he immediately twisted his face in disgust:
"What the hell..."

On the so-called baby's face, there was an insect's chewing mouthparts, which was constantly opening and closing, revealing rows of dark, fine teeth. Two dim eyes rolled back and forth, and the skin was pale and full of wrinkles, making it extremely ugly. .

When the banshee heard the words, she came up curiously. When she saw the thing in the cradle, she actually said "Hey?" with great interest. Apparently she was used to such ugly creatures in hell, so she wanted to tease them.

She raised her hand and tapped the thing's forehead with her sharp fingertips. The wrinkled skin was far more fragile than it looked. A small hole was poked out by the sharp claws, and the blood that seeped out was It was dark red and didn't look like insect body fluid at all.

"What species is this?" Mo Bei asked.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it."

The banshee carelessly opened the wrapping cloth with her claws, completely exposing the body of the thing. As expected, it was also in insect form, a bit like a beetle's unhardened pupa. It was constantly twisting and neighing from its mouthparts, watching. Quite vicious.

Mo Bei couldn't bear to look away and turned away:

"Stop playing around and just clean it up."

The banshee said happily:

"Are you sure? Although I have never seen this species, I can feel that it has some blood of the original devil."