Chapter 62 Processing

Witchcraft and wizards are closely related, so when the pupil witchcraft dissipated, Morin was naturally affected.

Fortunately, Morin did not leave his mental imprint on the Dirty Star Slate, so the impact was not great.

Soon, Maureen calmed down.

He began to think about what happened this time.

"I didn't expect there would be such a terrible witchcraft trap inside." Morin's face looked a little unhappy.

Whether it is gravity witchcraft or the devil vines solidified on the ground, they are all very sophisticated structures. This is much more difficult than simply breeding witchcraft creatures, and of course, the power is also greater.

In addition, the witchcraft lights on the villas in the manor are also very difficult to deal with. Not to mention other things, just the burst of energy arrows just now is enough to prove it.

But what puzzled Morin the most was the spiritual imprint that appeared at the end.

"The inheritance mark, it seems that the chip has cracked those mysterious lines and left this circular mark on my palm."

Mo Lin looked at his palm, a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes, and said: "I didn't expect that there would be such a thing."

Although he thought so, there was no excitement on Morin's face, but rather an unusually solemn expression.

He thought of the figure just now. Although his aura was only that of a third-class apprentice, it seemed that he was already studying formal wizard knowledge. This was simply incredible.

You know, no matter the amount or degree of complexity of the calculations, or the required knowledge reserves and experience in witchcraft experiments, wizard apprentices cannot compare with formal wizards. Therefore, it is almost impossible for wizard apprentices to study the knowledge belonging to formal wizards and achieve results.

But that person acted very simply about it, as if it was a very easy thing.

"It looks like this should be a secret realm, and this secret realm is not simple at all."

"I have a feeling that this third-class apprentice must not be an ordinary third-class apprentice."

"He, and the teacher he mentioned..."

Mo Lin touched his chin, suddenly laughed, and said, "Interesting, really interesting, I must come and see it."

At this time, Morin had already decided that when he became a little stronger, he would come over and see what was inside.

The mysterious seal in the palm of his hand, the so-called monsters that looked like giant black snakes, and the familiar smell of fire, gunpowder and sulfur.

Morin would not rush in now. The reason was very simple. First, he had not taken corresponding measures against the witchcraft traps, and rushing in would probably not have any good results. Second, the secret realm inside looked very complicated, so he naturally wanted to improve his strength before going in to take a look.

The last reason was that he was only a dozen days away from becoming a third-class apprentice, which was not far away.

"That's it. After I become a third-class apprentice and become strong and well prepared, I'll come back." Such a thought flashed through Morin's mind, and he was determined in his heart.

He walked to the side and covered the circular mark on his palm. Immediately, the entrance to the secret realm began to shake, and witchcraft runes appeared one by one, turning the entrance to the secret realm into a big stone again.

Morin was still worried, so he took out some spellcasting materials, made some arrangements nearby, and added a few more concealing witchcrafts before nodding with satisfaction.

"Yes, this is about right."

Maureen stroked his chin and laughed.

He turned around, leaped, and turned into a faint black shadow, running towards the town of Hongyan.

the next day.

"Molin, are you leaving? Don't leave so early. Fortunately, you helped us fight off those monsters last night. Otherwise, we would have lost many more people."

In the morning, Burton was surprised when he saw the appearance of Maureen and Albert. He said quickly, "The mayor also said that he would hold a special banquet for you to celebrate for you."

Morin and the others had already packed their luggage and placed it near their bodies. Everyone could see that they were ready to set off at any time.

"Burton, we have something to go back for. We can't stay here all the time." Morin put down the glass in his hand, looked at Burton and said with a smile.

He had no interest in the so-called banquet. At this moment, all Morin wanted was to return to the castle as soon as possible, use the fruit of the Sodala man-eating tree to become a third-class apprentice as soon as possible, and then come to see what was in the secret realm.

The banquet that the mayor was going to hold was, in fact, nothing more than the demands of some mortals. Last night, after discovering that they were mysterious persons, and seeing the flattery on the mayor's face and the flashing light in his eyes, Morin almost guessed what he was planning.

Not only Maureen, but also Albert and the others were not interested in this.

"Maureen, the banquet is almost about to take place, you..." Burton wanted to say something.

Morin stepped forward, patted Burton's shoulder vigorously, and said, "Okay, Burton, don't talk about these things. After all, this is meaningless, right?"

Burton opened his mouth, but the look in his eyes finally dimmed.

"By the way, Maureen, I thought of something."

Burton seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his eyes slightly lit up, and he said, "Didn't you ask me yesterday which direction has more monsters? I told you it was the southeast direction. And recently, that bastard Anjie went crazy for some reason and actually wanted to build an orphanage in the southeast direction, at a mass grave outside the town. I think this is something you might want to know, so I'm here to tell you."

Outside of town? Southeast? Orphanage?

Maureen was slightly stunned.

Then, a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Interesting, really interesting.

"Actually, I guess that bastard Angel wanted to use the name of building an orphanage to secretly torture those orphans and train them to become thieves and robbers to make money for him!" Burton said this with some gritted teeth, and it was obvious that he was very angry with Angel.

"Okay Burton, I got it."

Morin smiled and asked casually, "By the way, Burton, is there anyone else in this town interested in that mass grave?"

"Interested in that mass grave? Who would be interested in that place? That bastard Anjie probably chose that place just because the land price is cheap. As for ordinary people, it's just some old homeless people and civilians who go there. After all, they want to choose a good resting place."

Without waiting for Morin to ask, Burton started talking, "There are many such people, such as Uncle Chuck in Jack's blacksmith shop and the old beggar Nord at the corner of Redstone Street..."

Burton mentioned several people in a row, until finally, he couldn't remember anyone at all, and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Maureen had been listening quietly by the side. He silently wrote down the names of those people with the chip, then said a few words to Burton and left with Albert and the others.

They rode their horses and moved slowly forward. Now, they could finally return to the correct planned location and stay comfortably in a large town instead of having to rest in a small place like Hongyan Town.

Such unexpected things will not happen again.

Maureen turned around and took a look at the town of Hongyan. Under the sunshine, the town of Hongyan was quiet and peaceful. The people in the town walked out of their homes and started a new day.

After walking for a while, Maureen and his friends had lunch.

"Oh, damn it, I actually forgot some things in Hongyan Town, damn it." Suddenly, Morin looked furious, he rode on his warhorse and said, "I'm going back to Hongyan Town first, you guys wait for me here."

"Sure, Maureen."

Albert and the others didn't think too much and smiled at Morin.

After all, it was Morin who wanted to go back early, so it was understandable if he forgot something due to carelessness.

Albert and Aubrey Daphne thought so, looked at Maureen's figure gradually going away, laughed, and said: "Maureen..."

After a while, Maureen came back.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long." Morin shrugged, smiled, and said, "I've found the thing. Let's get back on the road."

"Because of some delays, it took me a little longer."

Maureen looked a little embarrassed.

Seeing this, Albert and the others didn't say anything more.

The group set out again, heading towards the route they had planned, where there were big hotels, warm beds, hot water, and delicious food, which were simply incomparable to the small town of Hongyan.

Morin rode on the horse and gently grasped the cross sword at his waist.

The cross sword was glowing, as bright as new, but the blood from the previous murder seemed to still be there.

Everyone who had tried to go southeast outside the town recently was dead, whether it was Angel, Chuck in Jack's blacksmith shop, or the old beggar Nord at the intersection of Redstone Street.

Thanks to what Burton had just said clearly, Maureen found them easily and then killed them in a secretive manner.

Morin couldn't let those people live. Even though they were just mortals and shouldn't be able to discover the concealed witchcraft, they wanted to go there, so they had no choice but to die.

Just in case.

"Just in case, so don't blame me, Burton."

Maureen said softly.

Not only did he kill Angel and the others, he also killed Burton in the same secretive way.

The reason was simple. Burton knew that the person he asked was going to the mass grave southeast of the town recently. Now those people were dead. As the person involved, Burton would definitely know about it, and then he would think of the mass grave.

No one knows whether Burton will do anything.

No one can guarantee it.

Therefore, killing Burton was a pity, but Morin was left with only regrets.

At this point, all matters have been resolved. The place where the secret realm is located is very safe and no one knows about it.

Morin's palm gently stroked the hilt of the cross sword. A faint circular mark appeared in the palm of his hand and then disappeared.

"Molin, let's go. Let's speed up and rest in the town ahead."

Aubrey shouted, and by now his rigid voice was full of joy and excitement.

"Okay, here I come."

Morin smiled, squeezed the horse's belly gently, rode the horse, and walked forward.