Mage? Spell Engineer!

After confirmation by the Alchemy Department, the medicinal powder is indeed hallucinogenic and addictive, and has traces of being cleansed by unknown divine power.

In connection with the attempted attack on the theater, the Magic Guild notified the Church of Order and the Security Team, and connected information about the Mother of the Earth (mainly Rorschach, who can encounter her wherever she comes from). When it comes to the belief in evil gods, all three parties attach great importance to it, and it is extremely rare to jointly handle the case.

Of course, the collaboration here mainly refers to the collaboration between guilds and churches:

The man in gray robe belongs to a force among the Holy Knights stationed in the city. He is not exposed to others on weekdays. He holds a heavily decorated scripture under his wide robe. The sword on his waist has no scabbard and is covered with consecrated oil. ;

The dark blue star robes represent the armed mages of the magic guild in Valois. They wear leather armor engraved with magic circuits. In addition to wearing black velvet gloves, each person carries an instant scroll, a short gun and an alchemical potion. .

The security team was told by both parties that in order to avoid alerting the enemy, they needed to keep a distance and maintain the outermost blockade, so the security team could only yawn and watch the actions of these benefactors and spellcasters from a distance.

The "Grey Robe Knight" and the Armed Mage, two teams that rarely appeared in Valuauna, cooperated for the first time. Both sides were vigilantly guarding the mission target, and they were also observing and guarding against each other. The leaders of the two parties shook hands and planned tonight's action plan together.

During the day, they entered the bar as guests for preliminary reconnaissance, allowing them to obtain the layout plan of the first floor. They roughly figured out the approximate directions of the corridors and rooms because they needed to use the toilet, but there were also the second floor and the cellar downstairs. Since there might be an altar to the evil god, in order not to alert the target gray-robed captain, the mage was prevented from using magic to further detect it.

Under [Magic Detection], there is no aura flickering at the door, window or kitchen door at this time, but this is normal. If the small tavern uses magic and divine magic to guard the perimeter, wouldn't it directly tell the caster this place? Have a big problem?

When the action begins, the silent realm unfolds, and passers-by will unconsciously stay away from this area.

The two advance men in blue robes and one in gray robes became illusory with the support of their teammates. They now put away their special weapons and magic props, and passed through the greasy stone walls of the tavern like three human-shaped mists.

They now appeared silently in the corridor on the first floor and walked quietly to the hall.

Although there is no magical aura, it cannot be ruled out that the boss has deployed physical anti-theft measures. The three of them carefully searched the layout around the door, and successfully found an alarm bell connected to the door gate under dark vision. Gently hold the hammer of the brass bell with a black velvet glove, and remove the remaining pieces directly after disassembly.

The strings and bells on the window and back door were also destroyed one by one. The door was opened from the inside, and three more blue and three gray people entered.

At the front door, two gray robes were holding the holy object respectfully and carefully. It was covered by thick dark red velvet. The wizards of the guild could not see the appearance of the holy object clearly. Apart from being a little curious, they were not particularly concerned - as planned It is just a tool to suppress when the power of the evil god really appears.

The pious gray knights did not move the holy objects into the bar. The house has a strong symbol of "domain". If the holy objects break in easily and there is really an altar and ongoing rituals, it will trigger a fierce counterattack, and the holy objects It has no killing effect in itself. The task now is to directly control the target before they become alert.

Two, three, four heartbeats, three upstairs and one underground. The result of the captain's perception was conveyed to everyone in the bar through gestures, so a total of nine people were divided into two teams of three and six, and sneaked into the cellar and the second floor respectively.

Old Red was in the cellar. At this time, this dark basement was his absolute domain, and no associates were allowed to enter. He poured himself a glass of distilled liquor, drank it down, and took out a dry biscuit from his pocket.

Reid subconsciously knocked on the table, but only cracker crumbs came out, and no maggots escaped. This is a habit inherited from the sea and a subconscious behavior of old Red. There is no need to eat wet biscuits that are infested with maggots on land. The only people who may share food with him are small mice - the latter is better than maggots in that mice are smart enough and will take the initiative to sneak away when it is the owner's turn to enjoy the biscuits. Instead of typing "please" out.

Old Red loved the earth and his mother.

After eating and drinking, his medicine was just about ready to be baked. There was one more step before grinding it into powder, a very critical step - receiving the mother's sacred blessing through the "Rat King". This unshaven old man walked barefoot on the cellar, expressing his closeness to the ground. If you observe him in a well-lit place, you will find that his right foot is strangely pink and plump, completely different from his left foot and his age.

It's like it just grew out.

Of course, there was wine stored in the cellar. He picked up a small oak barrel. It was a new fruit wine made last year, and it still contained a lot of sugar. The old man carried the barrel to the end, stopped in front of an indoor well, and put the barrel aside.

The wellhead was covered tightly with stone slabs and tied with iron chains, with one extending into the well. Old Red untied the chain and began to move the slate. The stone slab is extremely heavy, but compared with the thick hemp rope soaked in seawater, this weight is nothing to Red, especially after his injuries are healed, praise the earth!

Feeling the movement at the mouth of the well, something seemed to start splashing at the bottom of the well, making a splashing sound, and the iron chain that went deep into the well also made a splash. Old Red muttered: "Don't make trouble, don't make trouble, good dog." "As he spoke, he paused to move the stone slab, used a knife to pry open the wine barrel and began to pour it in.

After emptying most of the bucket, the contents finally calmed down, and the old man spit thick phlegm into the bucket: "Greedy guy." After moving the stone slab away, he began to tie the chain to the winch and pull it up.

Anyone? Old Red's instinct told him that his territory had been invaded. A harpoon is leaning against the well. Rust, fresh and old blood stains are mixed together to form its dark red color. Valoisana is obviously an inland city, but this harpoon, which is common on the seaside, has been used frequently. trace. Now old Red turned around and took hold of the harpoon, looking around him warily.

Two strange strangers came to the bar today. They were drunk and ran around on the first floor, yelling and looking for the toilet. At that time, Old Red was a little suspicious but didn't stop him, because it was common for drunkards to do this, so it was good not to spread it directly in the corridor. However, now he regrets it and should have kicked the two of them out of the bar directly.

But now there is nothing, only the small crucible for baking medicine, the heating fire has been extinguished by him, and the stored wine is everywhere, especially the good wine from Istani, lying in the red brick cellar. inside.

Suddenly he received a memory, a scene, and a scream in his head:

"Let me go! Let me go!" In the small room on the second floor, the salesman of the medicinal powder with "bad nose" had just finished snorting the medicinal powder he received today and was about to fall asleep happily when he was caught. However, suddenly the door was broken open, and the illusion caused by the powder made him at a loss. He was extremely frightened but lost the ability to move.

This rotten man wanted to resist, but his muscles didn't listen to his brain, and all the nerves in his body were still spasming drunkenly. Maybe the arms he waved were strong enough, but they just hit the air.

A rope had already wrapped around his body and began to tighten. From the perspective of the rotten nose, he was entangled in colorful poisonous snakes, and three evil snake exorcists were speaking incantations that he could not understand.

"You are devils! Devils who drive snakes!"

Then there was a blunt blow, which made Bad Nose faint, and also made Old Red, who was briefly synesthetic with Bad Nose, feel pain in his temples.

There is a mage! Or someone from the church! After knowing that it was not an invasion by ordinary people, Old Red decisively threw down the useless harpoon and prepared to take out the potion he made. In an instant, he suddenly noticed something. He turned sideways, and two beams of rays shot out in the air without warning, but they were dodged by his prediction.

"Damn it!" The three-person team that went down to the cellar was released from invisibility. They saw the target strangely evading the attack and jumped into the well without hesitation.

Then with a roar and the chain shaking violently, a rotten hand climbed up to the mouth of the well.

Then came the second, double, and triple double.

"You forced me to do this!" The filthy roar was a chorus, including Old Red.