The House of the Research Warlock can satisfy anyone's fantasies about a mad scientist.

No matter it's the pungent pharmaceutical smell.

Various specimens soaked in jars.

There are a lot of scattered manuscripts and scraps in the trash can.

The curtains in this room were tightly closed, and the windows were almost sealed. No sunlight penetrated, and the bright white chandelier illuminated the room.

There was dust in the corners, and the sofa was relatively clean, but being a guest in a room filled with the smell of potions was really torture.

Ken looked carefully and saw that the man looked slovenly, but the house, experimental props, furniture, including paper and pens, were all high-end goods.

He even saw the four characters "Bondy Customized" gilt on the side of the sofa.

The wood paint on the outside is probably a new product launched by Wood Comb Brothers, which is very popular recently.

Grote caressed the badge with his palm, hospitably let Ken sit on the sofa, and brought two cups of tea.

"Miss Kailin, I have seen her in the library many times. That girl is indescribably beautiful. There are always many people around her..."

The old warlock's face showed an expression of reminiscence, and he squinted his eyes.

When the old warlock mentioned Kailin, his expression was no longer natural, but became one of twisted obsession.

The obsession passed away, and the old warlock hid it well, and continued to talk.

"Yesterday, I took some research manuscripts and went to the library to look up information. She noticed a cult material in it and talked to me. Apart from the cultists who were chasing me, Miss Kellyn was the only one who knew that I was doing relevant research on cults.

people……

Is that information what you need? Mr. Servais."

Ken listened carefully and replied after hearing this:

"I'm not sure. I need to know first what the symbol of that cult is."

"Tangled snakes and fish..."

Ken was shocked.

The symbols on the ring, a relic of his parents and sister, are exactly snake and fish!

He suppressed his inner excitement and asked:

"That is indeed the information I need. I wonder if I can borrow it..."

"Mr. Servais, you should know that useful knowledge is priceless, especially when the information is a unique copy."

The old warlock slowly interrupted Ken's words.

"The only copy?"

"Exactly, I settled here when the Steam Riots occurred in Restoration City. The cultists at that time left many things that they could not take away.

The Temple auctioned off the harmless items to rebuild the city.

I bought a map, and following the map I excavated the ruins before the Third Holy War, and for this reason, the cultists once hunted me down."

The old warlock's black eyes glanced at Ken.

"That information was obtained from the ruins. I think you know how valuable the secrets of the last century are."

Ken nodded in agreement.

Because every holy war will overthrow the entire civilization and start over, knowledge, memory, and even common sense will be destroyed in high-level wars.

But everyone knows that in the last century, humans have reached terrifying levels in many fields. For example, in the last century, humans have used the mage tower high in the sky to confirm, contact, and study a god high in the sky.

.

That god is called "angel".

Before that, even other gods were unaware of it, and this god was hanging high in the sky.

Although there are people who survived that century, and even live to this day, they have voluntarily abandoned some memories.

After all, if you don't abandon those memories, you will be radiated by the remaining pollution of the memories and turn into a monster.

The secrets that have existed to this day are indeed very valuable.

"How about Mr. Grote please give me a price."

Ken straightened his body and looked at the old warlock seriously, only to see the old warlock smile in a friendly manner.

"It's a coincidence that you came here. I just need a warlock to help me complete my research. As a warlock of the actual combat faction, it is not difficult for you to complete this work."

The old warlock caressed the badge leisurely and said slowly:

"In order to further excavate the ruins, I need 1,400 basic three-ring seal models, and I want to see them within a month.

When you hand over the seven hundred models to me, I will give you half of the information first. If you agree to this condition, I will first tell you the basic information about this cult."

When Ken heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried that the old warlock would not share it, or would give him an unattainable condition.

Even if this requirement is really troublesome.

Humans' magic circuits are imitated by the circuits of elves.

Before the fifth ring, the warlock could not imprint the spell model in his mind and could only release it indirectly through the spell seal.

The basic model can be quickly changed to other models, but the cost is that the effort required to draw each basic model is often more than ten times that of a model of the same level.

For a three-ring warlock, it generally takes about an hour to carve a third-level seal.

"make a deal."

Ken replied immediately.

For him before, this task was very complicated. If he wanted to complete it within a month, it would require at least a lot of favors.

But now, the blasphemous knowledge in his mind can help him!

The old warlock stood up, shook hands with Ken kindly, and slowly said:

"I'm glad you didn't bargain. I hope our cooperation will be happy, Mr. Servais. I will also fulfill my original promise - regarding the cult you want to know about, they call themselves the Guiyuan Sect."

"Guiyuan Sect?"

Ken chewed on this unfamiliar name.

"Yes, born during the First Holy War, this sect has always been very cautious. According to records, it only did one thing that left its name in history.

On the eve of the Second Holy War, the Guiyuan Cult corrupted a principality, and that principality was named Lucas."

“Is that the basic message?”

Ken felt that the name Lucas sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere.

"satisfied?"

The old warlock asked leisurely.

"I am very satisfied."

Ken replied solemnly.

In the past five years, relying on my family, mentors, and seniors, I have been able to find no trace of this organization. Even if I only know a name, it is a huge gain!

He planned to write a letter to contact his old friend immediately. After all, his name was a very clear target of investigation, and there were historical events for investigation!

"I will complete the transaction as soon as possible."

Ken picked up his umbrella and couldn't wait to say goodbye.

The old warlock also sent Ken out the door hospitably.

"Hope the transaction is pleasant..."

Watching Ken's retreating figure, Eden Grote narrowed his eyes, his face gradually turned gloomy, and he turned and walked back to the villa.

The iron door of the villa slowly closed, and silence fell again.

…

As soon as he walked to the door of his house, Ken saw a paladin in armor squatting there.

Seeing the arrival of the warlock, the paladin raised his sword and walked over menacingly.

"The decoration company I contacted had a problem, so I changed it to another one. They will come to help you repair the door in the next few days."

"Uh... thank you for your hard work..."

Ken thought the Paladin had forgotten this gate!

All he saw was that the paladin handed him a piece of paper curled up in a ball.

"As an apology for being late, this is my address. If you need help from a cleric in this city, you can contact me immediately."

An ugly smile appeared on the paladin's honest and honest face.
Chapter completed!