After handing the letter to a combat wizard who was patrolling the Broken Maw Avenue, Roland turned around and left without thinking.
He never expected Marcus to give him any benefits. Rather, as long as that guy fought with the people on Qingguo Avenue, it would be the greatest benefit to Roland.
That's right, just fight - there's no need to win, or even a winner.
A small-scale fight in the City of Fortune can be a big or small matter; however, if the leader of one region starts a full-scale war with the leader of another region, it will undoubtedly represent the City of Fortune.
The collapse of the existing order.
Once Marcus makes up his mind, almost no one can stop him from launching a war that will turn countless lives into ashes.
This will be a war.
There is no mercy, no redemption; no one can escape, no one can be saved - in this hellish war, everything will be reduced to ashes.
Of course, if you insist on it, someone can indeed stop this war. But he probably won't take action.
Roland's mouth curved into a smileless arc, and he walked in a certain direction without hesitation.
Just when Roland took a step in that direction, he felt a terrible vibration coming from the distance.
A shock wave came from about dozens of miles away, and Roland suddenly felt numbness in the soles of his feet.
Then, a large swath of hot and smelly air gathered into a ball of wind and rushed over, but before it reached Roland, it lost its impact and spread out into a ball of air like a breeze blowing on his face. Roland could only smell the air.
There was a faint smell spreading out.
The Embers in black robes couldn't help but narrow their eyes, swaying a few steps back and forward a few steps as if walking back and forth at will.
After that terrible shock, everything seemed to calm down. But Roland did not relax at all, and did not even move his steps.
He just covered his ears tightly with both hands and gritted his teeth.
Three or four seconds later, a huge roar came from the distance.
The sound itself was enough to make Roland's internal organs tremble, which was a street away. He clearly felt a sweetness in his throat, and a smell similar to vomit and with a rusty smell poured from his throat into his nose.
But the strange thing is that such a large figure did not cause even the slightest tremor in the surrounding buildings. Even the passers-by walked on the road calmly as if they didn't feel anything.
Roland waited for the roar to subside, and then waited quietly for another minute. After making sure that nothing was coming, he continued walking in the direction of the sound without hesitation.
He knew very well in his heart that the huge roar was definitely not his hallucination. Whether it was the roar, the stench in the air or the shock waves, they all existed.
This is exactly the work of Professor Victor - the cognitive ignoring barrier. In order to avoid trouble, the professor set up six levels of sustainable alchemy barriers centered on himself. This is exactly the function of one of the barriers.
Anyone who doesn't know that Professor Victor exists here, and anyone who isn't eager to find the professor, is unlikely to notice anything happening about the professor.
Even if a terrible explosion occurred in the basement of a house on this street, everyone within the barrier would deliberately ignore it.
It is not forgetfulness or sensory deception. The professor's barrier is the manipulation of cognition. This is a high-end technique of the magic control system. Only Silver-level wizards can learn relevant knowledge. But it is this kind of difficult and difficult to understand.
But at this moment, an alchemist recreated it in a clever way.
Because he wanted to study his series of subjects with peace of mind and did not want to be disturbed by others, but also did not want to miss those who came to him specifically, Professor Victor specially designed this barrier. Roland did not believe that the professor did not think of this barrier being used in assassinations.
What a terrible effect it would have on the troops, but he still did it without any cover-up.
In fact, there is no need for any cover-up. There is no organization in this world that can forcefully seize technology from professors. The White Tower was a negative example. After the failure of the White Tower, no one will have even the slightest dissatisfaction with the professor.
Respect.
This is the confidence of the most powerful alchemist in the world today, and possibly the most powerful alchemist in history.
Engraving every detail of the Palace of Truth in his heart, completely deepening his origin to the limit and completely mastering it - the professor's strength has definitely begun to climb to the highest spire, and has initially mastered what a human body can hold.
Extreme strength.
No street manager in the entire City of Fortune dares to resist the professor's order. Although the total number of people who know where he lives does not exceed one hand, although it is estimated that no one in the entire City of Fortune knows what the realm above the Palace of Truth is called.
I don’t know the name, or even what the professor looks like - but the professor’s terror has already been deeply rooted in people’s hearts without even realizing it. It is clear that he has done nothing, but it is more terrifying than if he has done everything.
Rather, the professor’s terror comes from his mystery. Almost no one knows what the professor looks like, and no one knows what the professor wants. Why did he betray Su Ze? Why did he enter the City of Fortune? No one knows
.
Everyone has cleared up all the plans for the professor to enter the City of Fortune even if he betrays Su Ze, but until now, there has been almost no movement from the professor. No one can find him, if not for some traces that prove that the professor is still here and has not left.
, some people even suspected that the professor was dead, and now someone was just using the name of the professor to scare them.
So people had a new guess.
Maybe the professor has been interfering with the movements of the entire City of Fortune, but his method is to achieve his own goals through some indirect means without revealing his identity.
Roland knew very well that the latter guess was very close to the truth.
Unknowingly, Roland had reached a certain hut. He unconsciously raised his head and looked at the hut.
This is not a shabby place, nor a good place to live. It is extremely ordinary, and the only word that can be used to describe it is clean.
Roland stopped slowly at the door.
He did not reach out to knock on the door, but stood quietly and waited. This was a way to show his identity.
After Roland successfully passes the professor's cognitive test, the professor can in turn know Roland's existence through the feedback from the barrier; and after Roland stands in front of Professor Victor's door, the professor's event perception barrier will know
about this.
Even if Roland turns on Higgs' gaze, he can't block this perception. Because the professor's perception is to perceive events, rather than directly detecting a person himself. It's like a certain word in a sentence is blocked, although sometimes
It will affect the coherence of reading, but based on the general meaning of the sentence, you can almost deduce what the originally blocked word is.
But Roland had no reason to turn on Higgs' gaze.
All he has to do is show that he means no harm.
After waiting for a while, the door opened by itself.
"...Excuse me, who are you?"
An ordinary-looking middle-aged man opened the door with a confused look on his face.
His hair is a slightly yellowish silvery white, and his facial features are neither refined nor exaggerated. It seems that his appearance, voice, and age are exactly at the average level of human beings.
He was wearing an ordinary white coat, the kind that healers often wear. The middle-aged man scratched his head, his silver-white pupils exuding a metallic luster, making him look a little ruthless.
"Do I know you?"
"We are about to get to know each other. You can call me Roland," Roland's voice under the black robe was clear and calm. He put his right hand on his chest and performed a winter hunting ceremony that only Su Ze nobles would perform. "Dear professor, I
Think I need some help."
Roland knew that since he came to this world, the most dangerous, difficult, and possibly the simplest negotiation had begun.
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