I created the Bureau of Anomaly Control

Thud.

Boots landed heavily, splattering mud all over his pant legs.

Three figures were hurrying through the swaying branches, as if some terrifying monster was chasing them from behind, making them flee for their lives.

A stumble.

The brown-skinned boy finally couldn't hold on any longer, his numb legs beginning to lose control, and then his whole body flew out like an arrow, his head slamming into the wet mud.

Seeing this, the helmeted woman easily stopped, and Maen, who was floating in mid-air, instantly slowed down, changing direction to be in front of the boy.

The boy struggled to prop himself up, raising his dirty face to look at them.

He said breathlessly:

"Can we rest for a while? We've been running for so long, we should have shaken them off, right?"

Maen glanced at the helmeted woman. The boy was right. After running for so long, they had indeed shaken off the tree spirits who were trying to hunt them down.

Although there were indeed a few who wanted to hunt them, Maen had already crushed them with his telekinetic powers…

…………

Although there were indeed a few who wanted to hunt them, Maen had already crushed them with his sorcerer's magic.

The purpose of them running so far was of course not to escape the hunt. If things went smoothly, Dier, the ogre expert, might have already stabilized the situation, so they shouldn't run too far.

Otherwise, how would they find their way back to the main group?

Unless, Maen never intended to find the main group at all.

He held out his hand to the boy:

"Are you serious about not wanting any reward?"

Hearing this, the boy blinked, and then he realized that something seemed wrong.

How had they gotten so far away?

Looking at Maen and the helmeted woman staring down at him, their images gradually began to become cruel and evil in the boy's eyes, and bloodthirsty smiles appeared on their calm faces.

"Bro, big brothers," the boy's teeth chattered, "I really don't want anything."

Seeing him so frightened, Maen was slightly puzzled, but he immediately comforted him:

"Don't be nervous, we just want to find the target before anyone else and ask for more reward, that's why we wanted to ask you if you have any way to find her."

Hearing this, the scene in front of the boy's eyes gradually began to return to reality. The cruelty and bloodthirst just now were only illusions produced by his fear. Maen's expression was still so gentle.

"Oh, oh, sorry," the boy grabbed Maen's hand to get up, "I was a little scared by those tree spirits, sorry, if you want to find the target, I should be able to help."

The boy patted the dust off his body and reached into the cloth belt around his waist to rummage around.

He took out a wooden doll covered with colorful lines, held it up to his eyes and examined it carefully for more than ten seconds, and the original innocent look in his eyes suddenly became sharp like a sharp dagger.

After only a few glances, he made up his mind, bit his finger, smeared the doll with his fingertip blood, and then raised his head to survey the surrounding scenery with rabbit-like agile eyes.

"Hmm, over here…" Saying that, he lifted his leg and walked.

Maen asked curiously:

"Is this some kind of magic?"

The boy suddenly seemed like a different person, his eyes extremely cold as he said:

"The tricks of mages are not something that sorcerers and mortals can understand."

His sudden arrogance surprised Maen and the helmeted woman, but seeing him concentrating on searching, they didn't comment on it.

After walking for a few hours, the boy suddenly squatted down, and then a faint blue light began to emerge from his eyes looking at the ground, and some kind of black liquid substance began to sway in his eye sockets.

"She's hiding," the boy analyzed intently, "There's some kind of veil blocking her, but almost all veil tricks have some common basic principles, most of which can be cracked with real displacement theory."

Saying words that no one understood, he stretched out his finger and began to draw in the air, and various complex numbers and symbols began to form formulas in the air, but after writing a few formulas, he frowned, and then stretched out his hand to directly erase most of the formulas and start writing again.

After writing for three or four minutes, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed:

"Real displacement cracking is ruled out, then there are not many remaining types of veils, then the seven-item balance theory should be enough to crack it, good…"

"What kind of magic are you using?" the helmeted woman asked suspiciously, "I've never seen magic like yours before."

"Didn't I say," the boy turned his head impatiently, looking at them, "Don't disturb…"

But as he saw Maen and the helmeted woman's appearance clearly, the boy's voice gradually became smaller and smaller, as if he had just remembered his situation at this moment, and his mind had just been completely trapped in the world of magic.

Realizing this, the boy smiled awkwardly:

"Um, what I'm using is indeed not common magic. It's a cracking method that I came up with based on our surrounding environment and by using basic magic principles, because common veil cracking methods are too troublesome. They often waste a lot of unnecessary magic power, and I don't have much magic power."

Saying this, he showed a shy and proud expression on his face.

"So I can't use those magics, I can only rely on my understanding of magic and mathematical principles to come up with some magic-saving structures to specifically crack the opponent's hidden spells."

Maen exclaimed in surprise:

"That's amazing."

The boy touched his head embarrassedly:

"It's okay, it's okay, actually I don't think it's that difficult, it's just that there are too many idiots in this world, at least the mages I've seen are all mediocre people without talent. If they can't even do this, it's best not to embark on the path of a mage, and rather think of a way to switch to a sorcerer…"

Saying this, he suddenly reacted again and closed his mouth, his face turning red to the roots of his ears again, and he looked at Maen very awkwardly and quickly explained:

"I didn't mean to say that sorcerers are bad, it's just that the achievements of mages are almost determined by talent. Like me, I can see how far I will go after only a few days of contact with magic, while most mages can only live in a daze…"

As if feeling that there was something wrong with saying this, the boy's voice became smaller and smaller again.

Maen waved his hand casually, revealing sincere curiosity:

"I don't understand or care about these things at all. You can just say what you think. But according to you, you seem to be a very talented mage. Then why did you take on this kind of task?"

"Um…" Hearing this, the boy blinked, not answering immediately, but fell silent, because he couldn't think of a reason why he would appear here.

He should be sleeping in his room right now.

…

"Ah!" Hearing this, the boy blinked and answered with a natural expression, "Because I think this kind of thing can train my magic ability."

Maen nodded thoughtfully:

"By the way, I haven't asked your name yet?"

The boy answered with a cheerful expression:

"Oh right, my name is Yan, you can also call me Xiao Yan."