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Chapter 1268 Chapter 190. Do me a favor
Wilson omitted many details. It was not because he was unwilling to mention them, nor because he did not want to open the scars, but because he really could not remember how he spent that muddled time.

Wilson has been tempered by the stories he has heard from many of his guests: he lost the people he cared about most twice and did not collapse.

Wilson locked himself in an empty bar for a long time before he finally calmed down.

The Black Rock Tavern was back in business after being closed for many days, as its business had long been divided up by nearby taverns. Wilson was too lazy to run the business, and spent all day behind the counter, which was nowhere to be found, rotting and stinking.

At this time, a man who claimed to be Adele's confidant appeared at the door of the tavern.

He said Adele knew about his men's betrayal in advance and told him: "If I die, you will go to the Black Rock Tavern in the Golden City with people you can trust to find Wilson. You can rely on him as much as you rely on me, trust him as much as you trust me, and die for him as much as you can die for me."

Wilson burst into tears and fainted. When he woke up again, he decided to accept Adele's trust and bring all of Adele's men over.

They wanted to avenge Boss Adele and die together with the great lord.

Wilson cheered up and said that rushing to the Golden Palace would only cause trouble for the cleaners who were cleaning the floor tiles, so they should stay calm.

Wilson rented a warehouse next door and put them in it. Just in case, he secretly hired a few rangers to go to Adele's camp and the Golden Palace to gather information.

The news that Adele was skinned alive made him lose his mind, the news that the "rebels" suffered heavy losses made him silent, and when he learned that the betrayers had all received retribution, he laughed with satisfaction.

Is there anything more ironic than the betrayers who betrayed Adele being betrayed by their new allegiances?
Wilson wanted to keep these survivors out of the spotlight, give them some money and ask them to leave the Broken Mountains forever and never come back, but...

A few days later, on a hazy rainy night, Wilson was awakened by the cool air that splashed in. He stood up and wanted to close the window, but saw a silhouette standing in front of it.

"Who are you? And why are you in my...Adele...?"

"Don't turn on the light, don't come over, don't see me like this..."

Wilson resisted the urge to rush over and hug him, and whispered, "Are you still alive?"

"Can a skinned person survive?"

Adele's words silenced Wilson.

"Are you already dead..."

"Death is not terrible, Wilson, nor is pain. What is terrible is that you want to break free from your bondage but cannot."

The mercenaries around were listening intently and had forgotten about the quarrel.

It was the first time they heard their boss talk about such a thing.

"I asked her, did you come to me to tell me something? She answered me, yes. She said, 'Wilson, promise me that you will not let the people of Broken Mountain suffer the same fate as me. They are human beings, just like everyone else in the city, even the nobles.'"

"So the next day, I asked them to register with the Mercenary Guild, get an official identity, take on missions everywhere, and train themselves. I also asked them to believe in Adele."

After finally understanding the past, Annan was silent for a while, then said, "I need your help."

Wilson took a deep breath, suppressed the sadness of the memories, and asked seriously, "Please go ahead."

"I'm looking for a blue dragon."

"The blue dragon... the wanted dragon?"

"Yes, she is my partner. I am sure that Lord Raymond's arrest warrant for her is a groundless accusation. So I need to find her." Wilson said after a pause, "We don't have any other skills, but we have enough free time. We can find her in three days at most as long as she is in the Broken Mountains."

"No, the great leader will hold a public trial in three days."

"We'll try our best." This is all Wilson could promise.

Annan nodded slightly, did not pay the deposit, and walked out of the pub amid Wilson's excitement.

He is a smart man and should be able to guess his intention.

"If you dare to bite me, you're dead!" As soon as they reached the door, the mercenaries started acting again.

Annan walked out of the tavern, squinted his eyes, pretending to be uncomfortable with the bright light outside, quickly scanned the street, and left the tavern with Black Widow.

"Do you want to help them?" Black Widow asked after walking a short distance away.

"If they are willing to help me."

Annan said this, but everyone could see that Annan gave them a chance.

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As long as you grasp it, Annan will lend a helping hand.

"They are doomed to fail."

Black Widow's sudden words drew Annan's attention.

"I'm not saying that we can't help him, but the gods won't respond to us anymore. Even the magic web..." Black Widow raised her hand, and the magic elements gathered in her palm like elves. "They are gradually becoming obscure due to the lack of maintenance."

"What is a demon... Oh, that one."

Annan is not particularly uneducated. At least he knows about the magic network.

This starts with the three changes that magic has undergone.

The first time was when the ancient wizards who manipulated magic realized that magic was difficult to control, and that every wizard needed terrifying talent and wisdom to take the step from apprentice to wizard. And no matter how much they taught by words and deeds, there would always be some loss in the process of knowledge transmission.

This made wizards even rarer at that time than warlocks are today.

Therefore, ancient wizards wrote their spells into books so that later wizards would not need to explore and control the magic power on their own, but could cast magic by following the guidance of the spell book.

The second time was when the arcanists discovered that as their strength increased, they needed to learn more and more spells, and even a common illumination spell had dozens of magic nodes. No matter how smart the spellcasters were, they would make mistakes, and mistakes meant death in battle.

Therefore, the arcanists launched a large-scale campaign to simplify spells and established corresponding spell models, so that new arcanists can master the general process of casting spells by looking at the spell models a few times.

The third time was the change initiated by the new God of Magic, Misgema.

As the successor personally chosen by the former God of Magic from among mortals, He did not disappoint the trust. A hundred years after raising the divine fire, He summoned dozens of legendary wizards and together with them forged the Magic Net - as the name suggests, the Magic Net is a magic net.

The logic is that as long as the wizard constructs a spell model, he can memorize it on the magic network. When he wants to cast a spell, he doesn't have to worry about spell failure due to mistakes and nervousness. Even an elderly wizard with Alzheimer's disease can use the "lock picking technique" to solve the trouble of forgetting to bring the key when going out - provided that he does not forget the "lock picking technique".

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