Shameless Warlock

Even in a place like the main material world where strong people walk everywhere, legend is also a very powerful force.

There are very few places that a strong man with legendary strength cannot set foot in, at most they are just a little afraid.

But in Evelyn's mouth, the ice wind collar is called the "Legendary Forbidden Zone".

This made Xu Nan a little puzzled.

Fortunately, Evelyn explained in time.

It turned out that the so-called legendary restricted area was not because of the ice wind collar's own strength enough to deter foreign legendary professionals, but because of the ice wind collar's special geographical conditions.

It's too close to the First Mountain Range.

And the First Mountain Range is a well-known place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the main material world. For some reason, those strong people who are tired from traveling in the multiverse like to go to the First Mountain Range to live in seclusion.

No one likes to have their retirement interrupted, and neither do legendary bosses.

After experiencing several large-scale and unpleasant bloody conflicts, the First Mountain Range has almost become a forbidden area for foreign legends. If outside legends want to set foot here, they even need to give a letter of visit half a year in advance.

And the Ice Wind Collar, incidentally, was included in the remaining veins of the First Mountain Range, and very few legendary experts dared to trespass without permission.

On the contrary, professionals below legends don't have so many rules, and they don't even know these rules and regulations.

"In the Emerald Mountains to the south of the Watcher's Fortress, there are the Monastery of the Ten Commandments and the Tasar Temple. The former is inhabited by Senior Cloud Climbing Monk, and the latter is Mr. Quelrath who is also very powerful; in addition, there is Many retired legendary powerhouses live in seclusion here."

"As far as I know, most of them are powerhouses in the shadow world and don't have much affection. I think this is also an important reason why Mr. Green Light has not done anything for a long time."

Evelyn smiled: "At least I'm in the Ice Wind Territory, and they don't dare to take it lightly. Legends have a much stronger sense of territory than mortals."

"What's more, if he really dares to make a move, Mr. Thumb of Meteorite Mountain will definitely not let him go!"

"He once told me personally that everything in the Ice Wind Territory is under his nose, and no legend can cross the border." Evelyn said swearingly, as if she was not worried about the potential actions of the green light at all.

"I understand." Xu Nan nodded.

Although I don't know who this Mr. Thumb is, but from Evelyn's description, it should be a very enthusiastic legendary powerhouse; for the Ice Wind Leader or the First Mountain Range, it is probably the role of the aunt of the neighborhood committee... …

"I thought about it carefully. The Heart Eater spell shows that the gentleman hopes to use my hand to facilitate something." Evelyn analyzed: "He probably didn't really want to kill me or do anything to me."

"For him, I'm just a tool with a specific purpose. After much deliberation, there's only tomorrow's Cold Day celebration."

She rubbed her temples, her expression became a little more serious: "But I don't understand, it's just a folk celebration, is there anything important enough for a legend to pay attention to?"

Xu Nan was also puzzled by this.

Both of them invariably thought of the little girl named Jasmine brought by Quellas. Is it true that, as Quellas said, Jasmine is the only blood descendant of Atsam, and the purpose of the green light is on this little girl?

If you put it this way, it can be explained.

Due to the geographical reasons of the Ice Wind Territory, Green Light himself was not willing to make a move easily; and he must have known from some channels that Quellas brought Jasmine and would ask Evelyn to solve the matter of Atsam's bloodline.

From this point of view, it makes sense for him to let Elliott try to control Evelyn under the guise of investigating Xiaocheng Song.

"The key now is, what does that Mr. Green Light want to use my hand to do? Kill Little Jasmine?"

Evelyn looked slightly troubled.

Xu Nan began to think a little deeper.

Now that Elliott's plan was accidentally interrupted by himself, no matter how stupid Green Light is, he should have received feedback. What will he do next?

It is estimated that the legendary wanderer never expected that he would meet the real Xiaocheng Song even though he was just using this cover...

he thought a little funny.

"Elliot's miss will definitely make him vigilant. According to my understanding of these rogues, they must be sure to make a move. After they fail to target you, they may turn to other breakthroughs. "

Xu Nan thought for a while: "Can you give me a list of important participants in tomorrow's celebration?"

Evelyn blushed slightly: "This is my business, you don't have to..."

Xu Nan smiled and didn't explain too much:

"I have nothing to do anyway, don't I?"

After receiving the list, Xu Nan glanced at it and found nothing unusual. It's normal, even if he has insights, he is still not good at reasoning as always.

Because I didn't know the purpose of [Green Light], many speculations were just guesswork. Instead of guessing here and there, it's better to wait for Qin Lele's news, and then find a breakthrough from other aspects.

"Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Xu Nan was also a little worried, but after thinking about it carefully, Qin Lele was a girl who had successfully escaped from Ferrando's kingdom of God. A mere Shadow Realm shouldn't be able to trap her, right?

Xu Nan's worry fell into Evelyn's eyes, and she looked happier.

It's just that the deep tiredness that can't be erased is still hidden in the corner of the eye.

Gradually, she flipped through the book and fell asleep just like that.

Xu Nan shrugged, took the books, put them to his mouth subconsciously, then hesitated, and finally held back his mouth.

Beside the halo of a white candle.

He started to yawn and flip through the pages.

...

"...I have said everything that needs to be said. Xu Nan told me that after the matter is completed, the account will be divided fifty-fifty."

Qin Lele looked up at Blood Orange with a guilty conscience.

The latter stared at Qin Lele for a while with a half-smile, then sat down suddenly.

"It's really good, fifty-five splits." She sighed, "Even dare to lie to the Ninth Manor, your courage is beyond my expectation."

Qin Lele coughed: "He said that our backstage is quite big, so don't be afraid."

Blood Orange chuckled: "He is really a little guy who knows how to take advantage of the situation. I probably know his background..."

Qin Lele had a look of novelty: "Really? I don't even know..."

Blood Orange pinched her face: "For you, it's better not to know, anyway, it's not a famous influence."

Qin Lele thought for a while: "Fame? Is it worse than the Ninth Manor?"

Blood Orange choked on these words for a long time, and then he was a little puzzled: "Although we in the Shadow Realm and the Ninth Manor often help others take the blame, do we have a bad reputation? Compared with the reputation of your little boyfriend, we are simply super Great kindness, okay!"

Qin Lele became even more curious, but Blood Orange obviously didn't want to get entangled in this aspect.

She spread out her cloak and gathered her hair:

"Honestly speaking, I'm not interested in your little boyfriend. It's your ability to work together to defraud the high-level management of the manor. I won't report you..."

Qin Lele had a bitter face: "Then what? What do you want me to do?"

Blood Orange pinched Qin Lele's ear with a smile: "I want to know about McCann."

At that moment, Qin Lele seemed to be petrified.

Her face was ugly and she didn't say anything.

Blood Orange said calmly: "What? You can even sell me information about your little boyfriend, but what about McCann's?"

"I once heard that the God of Wealth handed over the Golden City to one of his voters, a young girl, before running away; and that girl was snatched away by Ferlando, and her whereabouts are unknown. The entire multiverse is very strange. Few people know her identity."

"It is said that she holds McCann's whereabouts in her hands."

"I want to know, where did McCann go?"

Qin Lele was silent for a long time, and then replied not so stiffly: "Does McCann owe you money?"

Blood Orange froze for a moment, then responded in a strange way:

"...Of course, a lot of money."

Qin Lele suddenly turned her neck: "Then you kill me!"

blood orange:"???"

"I was discovered by you. In fact, I am McCann himself, but I have lost my memory!"

"If I really owed you money before, there's nothing I can do. I'm poor now, so I can only pay with my life!"

"Otherwise, I am short of 388 magic gold bricks to restore my godhead. You can help me with some. When I get my godhead back, I will share the treasures of the Golden City with you!"

She repeated the words very skillfully.

blood orange:"???"

After a long time, she smiled abruptly: "Well, since you don't want to reveal McCann's whereabouts, I won't force you to ask."

Qin Lele looked at her suspiciously.

In fact, she was ready to run away just now. As a voter of McCann, how could she have no cards?

Even in the face of Legend, Qin Lele has the ability to run away at any time.

But blood oranges don't seem so sinister.

She just casually chatted with Qin Lele about other topics, and then asked casually:

"Do you want to be my disciple?"

Qin Lele thought for a while, then nodded quickly.

Blood Orange was a little puzzled: "Why are you not surprised at all... I am one of the nine colors in the Shadow Realm, don't you feel flattered?"

Qin Lele was also very puzzled: "Why should you be surprised? Isn't the protagonist just meeting any big guy, who would cry and hug my thigh and beg me to be his apprentice?"

"When McCann asked me to be his voter, I didn't make a fuss."

Blood Orange choked completely.

She finally realized how weird the girl in front of her was thinking.

But she still straightened out her thoughts and coughed:

"I'm different. If you want to become my disciple, you need to complete a task for me."

"Oh, forget it." Qin Lele responded blankly.

In fact, she looked very calm, holding the summoning stone in her hand that could escape from this place at any time, and it was always in a semi-activated state!

Blood Orange was immediately annoyed.

But when she saw Qin Lele's awe-inspiring expression, preferring death to surrender, she suddenly felt a little funny.

She hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Then, should I add some money?"

Qin Lele happily replied:

"Didn't you say it earlier?"

"What mission?"

"How much more?"

Twenty minutes later, the two who had settled the conversation separated.

Qin Lele breathed a sigh of relief. Blood Orange, the legendary boss, did not coerce her into doing anything too extreme.

Even if things go well, he may have an extra thigh to hug in the Ninth Manor.

According to Xu Nan's thigh-first theory, Qin Lele felt that completing some small tasks for Blood Orange would not only get paid, but also get the protection of his thighs, which would kill two birds with one stone!

She left the Shadowlands and appeared in Watcher's Keep.

At this moment, she couldn't help but pulled out a thin silk brocade pouch from her sleeve.

"What you just said in my heart is true? Haven't you been asleep for many years? How do you know that Blood Orange is McCann's lover?"

Qin Lele was actually a little scared. She was ready to slip away, but Fibonacci, the wisdom tool, suddenly reminded her in her heart that Blood Orange might be McCann's lover. She did this to test Qin Lele Le's devotion to McCann.

Obviously, Qin Lele has no faith in McCann, but she has to put on a show, so she read a line of defrauding money casually, but she didn't expect to actually fool the topic.

Facing Qin Lele's inquiry, Fibonacci said unhurriedly:

"I know everything."

Qin Le laughed happily:

"Then you tell me the name of the power behind Xu Nan!"

Fibonacci fell silent.

Qin Lele is already used to the style of the so-called wisdom bag. Every time she encounters a question that she can't answer, she just pretends to be dead, and she is extremely proficient.

"Then change the question." Qin Lele asked nonchalantly: "Mr. Blood Orange asked me to find someone from Geralt to follow, and then play by ear."

"The question is, who is this Geralt?"

This time, Wisdom Kit was silent for a while, and then began to cough up blood.

Qin Lele couldn't help but widen her eyes, a little confused.

...

Watcher Fortress, in a simple hotel.

"Teacher!" Geralt stepped forward excitedly to hold the hands of the old man in front of him.

The old man squeezed the back of Geralt's hand benevolently, the cold touch came, and Geralt almost burst into tears.

"Don't mind, people will naturally get colder when they get old."

Quelrath coughed and motioned for Geralt to sit down.

The latter looked very excited.

"Is this your cat?" Quellas looked curiously at the black cat in the corner. It looked sleepy, huddled and hiding in a corner.

Geralt shook his head, as if he didn't know how to introduce the black cat.

"He seems to be sick." For a while, he didn't explain to the teacher that he had a talking black cat partner.

Quelrath nodded: "It's colder here than Wildfire City. It's normal for animals to catch cold. You should pay more attention to it."

"Okay, I haven't seen you for so many years, you really have grown into a strong young man."

Geralt smiled awkwardly: "Master, I'm almost forty..."

Quelrath said seriously, "That's a forty-year-old boy."

Geralt didn't refute anymore, he felt relieved when he saw that although Quellas was much older, at least he was still safe.

But he was still a little worried, so he raised all his doubts.

Quellas quietly listened to Geralt's doubts, his expression slightly changed.

After a while, he said dully, "You mean, the reason why you appear here is because you received a distress letter? And it was written by me?"

Geralt nodded and delivered the letter.

Quelrath took out a crystal glasses from his bosom and put it on, looked at it for a moment, and said in denial:

"I did not write this letter."

Geralt said in a daze, "But, the handwriting..."

Quelrath smiled in relief: "Son, you know how amazing the magical world is, this is just a powerful visual deception."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and sure enough, the words on the letter paper became crooked.

Geralt was both comforted and frustrated.

He rubbed his head: "Then, is someone playing a prank?"

Quelrath said lightly, "Maybe, but it's rare for you to come back, and you'll have to stay in Tassardo for a few days."

Speaking of Tassar, Geralt seemed to remember something, and couldn't help asking: "I saw a lot of people in blue clothes in Tassar..."

Quelrath's face became a little ugly.

He snorted heavily: "Those are all members of the [Lanyi Sect]."

"They were sent by representatives of the Fanatics to demand the rebuilding of the Tasar Temple. I have no way to object."

"Don't pay attention to them, they are just a bunch of lunatics."

Geralt nodded half-understanding.

The two huddled together in the room for a long time. Geralt shared with the teacher the many things he had personally done over the years, and Quellas highly praised his disciple.

Geralt was delighted, as far as he was concerned, as long as the teacher was okay.

As for the prank itself, he had no interest in pursuing it. Just be more discerning next time.

Finally, Quellas suddenly stood up and pushed open the hotel window.

Large flakes of snowflakes were flying outside, and the cold air invaded. Geralt couldn't help shrinking his neck, but he heard Quellas solemnly say:

"Geralt, my boy, I want to ask you something."

"Over the years, you have worked hard to promote the glory of the goddess, but have you ever complained?"

"Has your faith ever been shaken?"

Geralt froze for a moment, and replied without hesitation:

"Teacher, my faith has never wavered."

"It's just that, over the years, I have also had some doubts."

Quelrath said calmly, "Tell me."

Geralt's expression was very serious:

"Under the guidance of the Goddess' teachings, I have helped many people. In the process of helping people, I have gained a lot of happiness, such as

As you said. "

"But gradually, I have a point of doubt: Is it the fact of helping people that makes me happy, or does helping people play a role in promoting the glory of the goddess?"

"I've been thinking about this question for a long time."

Quellas turned around, his eyes no longer benevolent: "What is the answer you have been thinking about for so long?"

Geralt bit the bullet and said:

"The thing itself."

Quelrath looked at Geralt with some disappointment.

The latter hurriedly said: "But my faith is still pious..."

"Come on. You've let me down."

Quelrath said softly: "I'm leaving here tomorrow, I'm very tired and need to rest."

Geralt opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

After a while, he was crying, holding the black cat in his arms, clenching his teeth, and walked out of the room.

bang!

The door was locked.

After a while, Quellas suddenly half-closed the window, and a figure emerged from the fireplace.

"He's the better choice? Isn't he?"

It was a little girl. Her voice was very hoarse and deep, with unhuman syllables.

"He's just an ignorant person." Quellas said indifferently.

"But he is very religious," said the girl emphatically:

"Only the most devout people can complete our plan."

Quelrath glanced at her, then looked out of the window. Under the wind and snow, a tall but shivering figure was walking awkwardly along the street with a black cat in his arms.

His back is unremarkable.

He even faltered a little.

But Quellas watched his back for a long time.

The old man slowly closed the last half of the window until the wind and snow had passed the man's footprints.

"There are many pious people, don't care about him alone."

Quelrath seemed to be explaining it to the little girl.

The little girl weighed her toes, made him a cup of chrysanthemum tea, handed it over, and couldn't help but whisper enviously:

"He must be your favorite student."

Quelrath held his teacup tightly and said nothing.

His other hand held the letter tightly, and the messy handwriting returned to normal.

"This letter was written by me."

"But I never sent him."

"Someone got in among us, we have to find him."

...