Marcus Breno was very depressed.

He is a night watchman of the Church of the Lord of Glory - a so-called night watchman means walking in the darkness and handling some matters for the church that are inconvenient to deal with in an open and honest manner.

For example, kill a less pious lord, secretly search a noble's home for magic items, monitor a big businessman who traffics in contraband...

Of course, "who is a decent person to be a night watchman?" Except for those members of the tribunal who are too pious and have burned their brains, or have special hobbies, most of the night watchmen are recruited through various strange channels.

For example, Marcus Breno himself was the half-grown boy found inside a den of thieves, oh, a group of thieves when the Inquisition wiped out...

With such a background, it is not easy to get good treatment. For example, this time, he was sent to the pagan kingdom across the sea, the headquarters of the evil devils, to explore the secret of the dragon's breath technique.

How could a little first-level magician use dragon breath? Did he get some ancient artifact, or was he blessed by the dragon clan, or got a dragon nest?

The instructions from the top officials of the tribunal are: find this secret and, if possible, bring the treasure back...

So he was sent here. More than half a year after that war, he started with one map and the rest was on his own.

That's outrageous. He knows that it is very, very difficult to find an unknown first-level mage in a small rural place like that. The problem is, how can you not even figure out the name after half a year of hard work?

And his ship sank! Sinked! All supplies and manpower were gone, so he could only work as a boy in the stronghold in the city, half to cover his identity and half to support himself T_T

To make matters worse, when he was desperately escaping from the ship, he was hit... That black energy is still condensed on his right leg, tossing him every day and night, making him unable to live in peace.

Marcus Breno pulled off a towel, bit it tightly, and poured holy water on the burned area on his thigh. His body was shaking violently, and veins were popping up one by one on his neck. There were big bruises on his arms and thighs.

Beads of sweat rolled down his face.

There was a sizzling sound where the holy water fell. A puff of black smoke quickly rose up, swallowing up the golden light flowing in the holy water. The black gas on the legs seemed to be a little lighter, but seemed to have no change, while the black smoke on the thighs

The burns and blisters are as big or small as they should be, and there is no sign of recovery at all.

The boss stretched out his head to watch together attentively. It wasn't until he saw the last bit of golden light disappearing and there was no movement anymore that he exhaled a breath, only to realize that his lungs were already aching from suffocation. He patted Marcus on the shoulder sympathetically and lowered his voice:

"You should have a good rest these days. I will go out to find out where Gretel Nordmark lives and where it is more convenient to start. Once everything is ready, you can take action."

"Well..." Marcus Breno wanted to struggle, but he was poured with holy water, causing severe pain in his legs and his whole body collapsed. He used his last strength to pull out the towel and lay back:

"Thank you for your hard work..."

"All for the Lord of Glory."

"All for the Lord of Glory!"

Senior spies with 20 years of experience and operatives assigned temporarily prayed together.

The boss went out to investigate the news the next day. He had been undercover in Nevis for 20 years. Even if he just opened a shop quietly, he had accumulated a lot of contacts. After asking around, he actually got a lot of clues:

"Gret Nordmark? He cured my gout!" - from a fish boss I knew well on the dock.

"Gret Nordmark? This name sounds familiar. Let me think about it... By the way, he published an article in "Arcane", in the issue at the beginning of the year!" - from someone who is too lazy to cook.

The magician who has been eating in the store for seven or eight years.

"Gret Nordmark? You went to Thunder Point. Where are you working? Isn't that nonsense? It must be the top of the mountain! Hey, why are you asking about him?" - Assistant teacher from Bridge Magic Academy.

Not only did he inquire about people, the boss also mobilized other spies buried by the church who were in contact with him to find out Gretel's whereabouts in various ways. For example, a small shop selling fried fish, grilled squid and other snacks.

The merchant squatted near the train station, watching to see when Gretel would come down the mountain...

Grete didn't know all this. He walked peacefully on the campus in the early morning, taking advantage of the one or two hours left before the departure meeting, and tried to walk around as much as possible. Hey, there are some green moldy spots under this tree, look.

It doesn't look like moss, shovel it up and take it away; there are pieces under that wall that are neither green nor blue, scrape it off and take it away; on the note over there...

"Sir! Sir! How many slices of blue cheese do you want?"

"Uh..." I miscalculated. The blue thing is cheese, not Penicillium... No, wait, it seems that the blue color in blue cheese is also caused by a certain kind of Penicillium, but the content of penicillin is very small.

?When he saw Bagua in his previous life, his views were completely shattered...

Grete immediately took out his wallet: "Give me one pound! No, two pounds!"

"Grete, haven't you finished eating yet?" Someone suddenly called him from behind. Grete turned around and saw several classmates from yesterday's party coming together. Anthony Valentine, who had entered the Thunder Corner like him, waved from afar, with a smile and blond hair.

Just as brilliant:

"Eat quickly, eat quickly! Let's go together after eating, let's go get a good seat! I heard that a legendary master is coming today!"

Seven or eight people surged up. Gretel quickly stuffed the cheese into the space bag, turned around and walked among them. Anthony immediately pushed him into the middle:

"Come on, come on, let's go together! Where did you go so early in the morning? By the way, is your instructor here? No? Then come with us, otherwise you won't be able to get in. Hey, it was a mess yesterday and I didn't hear anything.

What did you say you were doing recently..."

Gretel looked around. Among this group of people, there were five who stayed at the peak to work: one in the plasticity department, one in the illusion department, one in the transformation department, one in the protection department, and one in the conjuration department. They were all number one.

Those who get the offer can only work in the sub-tower of each department, but they are already considered to be exceptionally good.

But at this moment, these outstanding students are lined up on both sides, surrounded by a buddy who was only hired in the second batch because of his mediocre grades - without him, the guy stayed in school as a teaching assistant. At this moment, this guy was in high spirits and a little bit

Sneaking around, he led them to the side door of the auditorium:

"Come on, come on, follow me this way, the staff passage! Let me tell you, it's very difficult to get tickets for this annual meeting. Except for those who came by taking advantage of the instructor's invitation letter - you don't have it - other people can't get it at all.

I can't even get in. I can get in in the afternoon and evening, and the legendary master has already arrived!
Chapter completed!