Seeing that there was no box, Jiang Chenchuan thought that Yuan Sin was just playing tricks on him, so he closed the box and ignored it.
Seeing Jiang Chenchuan's unmoved look, Yuan Sin showed a puzzled expression:
"Aren't you in a hurry?"
"What's the rush?"
Jiang Chenchuan was puzzled.
"You didn't realize..."
I thought it was Jiang Chenchuan's way of dealing with him, but he didn't expect that he hadn't discovered that the black cat had been hiding in the recycling bin, but now it had lost its trace.
"However, I can still kindly remind you..."
Yuan Sin turned around, and the rest of his words were suddenly stuck. He looked at Jiang Chenchuan, who was leaning tiredly on the sofa and already asleep. He shook his head and disappeared into the room.
The weather outside the window is clear and clear, with not a single dark cloud in sight. The Royal City is not large, but the infected people living there are much more dangerous than the infected people outside.
Potochar looked out the window at the scenery. This familiar land would never return to its original appearance. Da Silva probably had the same emotion as him.
"They...are all still there..."
The reason why ordinary humans still survive is because there are still some infected people who are both rational and kind, secretly taking in these poor city residents and giving them materials to survive.
Most of the infected people contaminated by the curse are wandering on the streets, hunting innocent people everywhere.
Just like inside the Conjurer, the same is true. The truly terrifying infected people have not been encountered by Jiang Chenchuan yet.
"Where's Mr. Ivel?"
Da Silva turned to Barras and asked.
"I just took a peek and he seemed to have fallen asleep."
The bracelet on his wrist still worked, but this time, he didn't have the courage to stab Jiang Chenchuan again.
Experiencing the horror once is enough.
"Let him have a good rest and wait until we prepare dinner before getting him up to eat."
Potochar is a sensible child who knows how to take care of others.
Jiang Chenchuan was indeed missing, but he couldn't be said to have disappeared. Rather, he decided to run away the moment he saw the spell.
Spellcasters are inherently difficult to deal with, and their mentality changes after turning into monsters, causing most infected people to attack as soon as they see ordinary people and refuse to communicate.
You know, if the attack just now had hit him, Jiang Chenchuan would have been lying on the corridor unable to move.
It was better to stay away from that numbing pressure. Jiang Chenchuan was running around the Spellcasters Association with a recycling box. The broken limbs and corpses of unknown creatures were piled up everywhere. In all kinds of dark corners.
The cold air flowed freely in the narrow passage. He didn't know how far he had gone. He was far away from the oppressive breath. He probably entered the interior of the Spell Masters Association. The surrounding decorations and murals were all changed. changed.
In order to leave as quickly as possible without alerting others, Jiang Chenchuan tried his best to tread lightly. Most of the rooms had been damaged, with various decorations scattered on the floor, as well as broken furniture and books.
Perhaps the abnormal airflow disturbed the normal breath, so even if Jiang Chenchuan observed in various rooms, no infected person came to trouble him.
However, the screams coming from outside from time to time reminded Jiang Chenchuan of the cruelty of the Spell Masters Association. It was not that the infected were willing to communicate with him, but that he had the ability to kill the infected so that he could communicate.
Dust filled the dilapidated building, and the complicated passages and corridors made him almost lost in the association.
I opened a small door that looked like an exit again, only to find a wider space inside.
There was nothing in the empty room except for a chair with a backrest. From a distance, it seemed like there was someone sitting there.
The figure did not look like an infected person, but four long chains were pulled from both sides, imprisoning his wrists and ankles.
"Humanity?"
Jiang Chenchuan tried to speak out.
But the man didn't respond to him. Seeing the strange scene in front of him, Jiang Chenchuan looked at the corridor and saw that there were no infected people passing by, and then quietly walked in.
Click——
The door was locked and the curtains were drawn tightly so that no light could come in, so the room was dark and only the back of the man sitting could be seen faintly.
He approached slowly, one step at a time. In the lightless room, he could only open the gray curtains in front of him.
There was a crash.
The warm and soft sunlight poured in through the glass, as if giving every object in the room a layer of gold powder.
"I'm actually...still alive..."
I don’t know why, but the person who was just sitting on the chair suddenly moved. The old voice was forced out of his throat, and it seemed like a human being who had died and came back to life, sighing at the miracle of life.
Turning around, he saw an extremely old face, with layers of wrinkles covering his face, making it very difficult to even raise his eyelids.
"...You...are not...a Ronark..."
After just one glance, the old man said this. After all, he has a typical appearance of Yinglan Beier, so it is not unusual for him to be recognized.
"I'm from Polnia."
Jiang Chenchuan followed his words.
"I didn't expect...cough cough cough..."
Before he could finish a complete sentence, the old man started coughing crazily. His breathing was very chaotic and weak, as if he might die at any time.
"Breathe slowly and speak slowly."
There was some inexplicable reflection. Jiang Chenchuan approached the old man and saw clearly that his skin was actually covered with strange fish scales.
There are some essential differences from the infected people outside. They mutated due to the curse and their own changes in the spells. However, this old man did not have the so-called curse mark on his body.
In other words, he was not cursed by the mermaid, but it was like the mutation of his body itself, which caused his body to age.
Due to the light, the fish scales reflected colorful light. In a daze, Jiang Chenchuan seemed to see a strange scene, a sea full of storms and random waves.
But it was only a short moment, and it disappeared. The inexplicable illusion disappeared, leaving only reality.
As if he saw Jiang Chenchuan's gaze clearly, the old man coughed:
"Does it scare you? The way I look..."
Jiang Chenchuan shook his head.
To be honest, compared with the infected people wandering around outside, the old man's appearance can be considered normal.
"What... happened to you?"
One strange thing after another happens, the world seems to be brewing something terrible, and everything happening now is just the calm before the storm.
Only by contacting the abyss can we see clearly the movements of the abyss.
"The corpse...the mermaid corpse...ahem..."
The old man's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time. He kept coughing and was on the verge of fainting.
"Do you need any help from me? And...I now...need clues about the corpse you mentioned..."
Jiang Chenchuan said slowly.
But the old man just slowly raised his head and stared at him intently.
Click——click——
It was the sound made by creatures stepping on the floor. The footsteps sounded from far away, but they were getting closer step by step.
So the voice gradually became clearer. The old man who originally wanted to say something stopped and listened for a while. He said directly:
"You'd better...ahem...leave first."
Because of the iron chain, it was extremely difficult for him to raise his hand. The old man moved slowly and pointed out the window with his index finger, indicating where Jiang Chenchuan could leave.
"But……"
Jiang Chenchuan wanted to say something else, but the information he had finally obtained couldn't just fly away.
"Leave...I'll tell you when you come back..."
The old man insisted on his idea and shook his head at Jiang Chenchuan.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the oppressive aura slowly invaded the room. If he stayed there for a little longer, he would be discovered by the infected.
"Then...wait for me to come back."
Time was running out and there was no time to say too much. Jiang Chenchuan could only say a few words and ran to the window.
The cold wind outside kept blowing in, as if he hadn't felt such fresh air in a long time. The old man closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
The next second, the door behind him was opened, and a terrifying infected head stuck out.
"Strange...why is this window open..."
The infected person murmured softly, walked into the house, closed the windows again, and drew the curtains. The whole room... returned to its original darkness.
With a small sound, Jiang Chenchuan landed smoothly. Just as the infected person on patrol left, he escaped directly.
The situation in the Spellcasters Association was more bizarre and dangerous than he imagined, but many of the mysteries had no answers.
Turning around and raising his head, the old man must have hidden the secret about the mermaid relic.
"I'll be back."
It's like talking to yourself, and it's like a promise.
In order not to get into trouble, Jiang Chenchuan left the Conjurers Association quickly and decisively. As soon as he was far away from that place, he could feel his whole body relax.
If the information is accurate, then his next destination should be the so-called "king's territory" - the royal city.
It is also where those nobles are.
If he set out now, moving at night would bring him great difficulties, so if he could avoid the trouble caused by darkness, Jiang Chenchuan would prefer to set out at night and arrive during the day.
At present, the best plan is to go back to da Silva's house first, take a quick look at the map, confirm the direction, and arrive at da Silva's residence faster than when we arrived, at least before dark. .
"Dong dong dong."
After knocking on the door at the agreed frequency, Barras opened the door and greeted him.
"You are hurt!?"
Barras looked at him and exclaimed.
Jiang Chenchuan lowered his head and glanced down. The battle with the infected left blood stains on his body, as well as various scratches and dust left after rolling around. He looked really embarrassed.
"There are no injuries, it's all the blood of infected people."
Jiang Chenchuan responded calmly. After he entered the house, Barras quickly closed the door and locked it three times.
Sensing Jiang Chenchuan's confused gaze, Barras explained:
"An extra lock, an extra layer of insurance, makes it safer."
This was far different from the appearance and impression he had when he first met Baras. Jiang Chenchuan ignored his vigilance. He had just turned around and not taken two steps when he heard Potochar's voice from upstairs.
"Char, are you okay?"
Jiang Chenchuan walked upstairs and asked with concern.
"Mr. Ivel! Great! You're back!"
Feeling Potochar's enthusiasm, and under the explanations of da Silva and Barras, he also understood that his escape from death was all due to Jiang Chenchuan's timely action.
"It's okay."
He touched Potochar's head, asked da Silva for some food and emergency medicine, returned to his temporary room alone, and put the recycling box aside.
Get yourself a basin of water and at least scrub your body clean, otherwise those scrapes will be easily infected.
He took off his clothes and threw them aside. When Jiang Chenchuan took the medicine to clean the wound, he discovered that there seemed to be some strange lines spreading near the wound, which looked like a curse from an unfinished spell.
Just a bunch of messy elements doesn’t mean anything.
"Infected?"
Now I can only think of this possibility. If I was injured while fighting the infected, I would have fulfilled the necessary conditions for the infection curse.
But for some reason, Jiang Chenchuan didn't feel any physical discomfort, and the curse mark was also somewhat damaged.
Jiang Chenchuan changed his clothes and went next door to call Da Silva.
This is the advantage of having a magician as a teammate. When Jiang Chenchuan lifted up his clothes, Da Silva sighed:
"It's amazing! Mr. Ivel."
"What happened to Uncle Ivel!?"
Potochar crowded aside to join in the fun, while Barras's expression was obviously shocked. He could clearly see that it was the mark of a curse.
"Is he infected?"
Barras asked anxiously.
This time, he really cared about Jiang Chenchuan's safety, of course, because only Jiang Chenchuan could take him out of Ronark City.
"How should I put it... it's just a very strange phenomenon. To be precise, the principle of the curse is somewhat similar to alchemy. As long as the conditions are met and the spell is established, a mark can be formed. The formation of the mark means that the curse takes effect."
Da Silva explained to Jiang Chenchuan.
"Just tell me."
"In your case, Ivel, the conditions and spells for the curse have been established, but..."
Da Silva paused.
"What's going on? Don't keep nagging. Just tell me, Uncle Da Silva."
It seemed that Potochar was even more anxious than Jiang Chenchuan.
"But when it comes to the mark, for some reason, it cannot be formed in your body. In other words, without the curse mark, the curse cannot work. This is simply a miracle of Ronark City!"
If this miracle happened to any Ronark person, they would not become the desolate people they are today.
"That is to say, the curse of Ronark City is ineffective against Ivel..."
