An old man who originally had no head but now has one asked Reggie to follow him.
Reggie, who was on the verge of collapse, actually followed him.
Chris lay on the hanging basket and shouted loudly: "Don't go, don't go anywhere!"
The old man raised his head and shouted to Chris: "Prince of Lane Kingdom, don't worry, I just want to talk to him and I will never hurt him!"
After his identity was revealed, Chris huddled in the gondola. He felt that this half-human, half-ghost old guy knew everything.
"And that wind-controlling elf, don't mess around. You have to take your man back."
Natalie wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although she was very scared, hearing the title "your man" still made her a little bit happy.
Modesa stopped in front of Reggie and said to the old man: "Don't even think about taking him anywhere."
The old man sighed and said: "A rare warrior, why do you follow such a shameless person!"
Modesa raised the dagger and said: "Don't come over!"
The old man waved his hand gently, and Modessa rolled her eyes and fell unconscious.
Reggie finally came to his senses. He hugged Modesa and shouted: "Old man, what happened? Wake up! Wake up! Don't touch him! Don't touch him!"
Several headless corpses lifted up Modesa and followed the old man forward. Reggie chased the corpses desperately and kept shouting: "Don't be afraid, old man, I'm here, I'll blow them all up."
What a mess!"
In this way, Reggie chased the old man into a wooden house. The headless corpse put the old man on the bed and then stood in a row at the door.
The old man snapped his fingers, and the firewood started burning in the fireplace. The room gradually became warmer. The old man poured Reggie a glass of wine and invited Reggie to sit at the table.
Reggie sat opposite the old man and asked, "You know witchcraft, right?"
"Can you be more stupid?" the old man said, "If I don't know witchcraft, how can the headless corpse move?"
"Did you do all this, right?" Reggie pointed at the headless corpse at the door, "Did you kill them, right?"
"Yes." The old man answered very calmly. In his opinion, killing someone was easier than snapping his fingers.
"Why did you do that? What did you want to do?"
"I should be the one to ask you this question," the old man said, "Why didn't you listen to Yang Qiu's advice? Why did you come to a place you shouldn't have come to?"
"This is my territory!" Reggie shouted, "I have the right to appear anywhere!"
The old man pointed to a headless corpse at the door, the one wearing a robe: "He used to be the lord here, and now he is here. Do you want to have a conversation with him?"
Reggie understood his situation, and the reason why he maintained his aura when speaking was just to retain the last bit of dignity. He readjusted his tone and said with a smile: "I just want one or two big trees, that kind of
The tree called Lochi, you know, that tree is magical."
"It's a good thing that nobles use to dehumidify their rooms," the old man said with a smile. "It seems you know your stuff."
"So you agreed?"
"Of course not," the old man pointed to the group of headless corpses at the door. "They all wanted to come here to cut down trees. I also gave them the necessary warnings, but they didn't listen, so it turned out like this."
Reggie smiled and said: "I'm not that greedy. Just one tree is enough. There are not only a thousand but hundreds of Loki trees there. Why do you have to be so stingy?"
"Of course I'm stingy. You don't know what these trees have done."
"What can a tree do?"
"Follow me."
The old man took Reggie to the door. Outside the wooden house, there was a small sapling as thick as three fingers and two fingers. The old man walked to the sapling and waved his hand gently, and the sapling left the soil with its roots.
At its roots, Reggie saw a terrifying scene. A humanoid black monster with facial features, limbs, and a torso, about two inches tall, was wriggling and struggling in the roots.
Under the sunlight, black smoke erupted from the little thing's body, and a harsh scream came from its mouth.
Reggie suddenly shrank behind the old man and asked, "What is this?"
The old man said: "This is a mud demon, a kind of evil demon that can only survive in the soil. It was caught by this small tree. After a few days, the tree will suck the juice from him and completely transform him into a demon."
Turned into a mummy."
After speaking, the old man planted the young tree back into the soil.
"Did you see it? These trees are fighting evil spirits. Not just the trees, but also the grass waiting to sprout in the soil. Every plant with roots is fighting evil spirits."
Reggie said in surprise: "It turns out these plants hate evil spirits so much."
"Hate evil spirits? Can you be more stupid? This is just an ordinary Loki sapling," the old man said. "These plants have my witchcraft. I have worked hard for many years to cultivate the witchcraft. I am controlling it."
Fight the evil spirits with these plants!”
Reggie looked at the old man and said with admiration: "You are an excellent wizard."
The old man frowned and looked at Reggie: "Do you think you are qualified to evaluate me?"
"This is not an evaluation, it is a compliment."
The old man sighed: "Now you understand, I won't let you hurt the trees here. There are hundreds of evil spirits hanging on the roots of a big Rochi tree. I am going all out to fight the evil spirits. I can't let you."
Hurt my warriors!”
"I understand," Reggie smiled at the wizard, with sincere admiration in his smile, "You can control corpses and plants. Your witchcraft is really amazing."
The old man was slightly proud: "Maybe you don't know that I can penetrate walls at will."
After saying that, he got directly into the wooden house from outside the wall, turned around and got out easily.
Reggie's eyes widened and he pointed at the old man and said: "This, this, how is this possible? This, this, this..."
"This is the witchcraft of Queen Sophia of Bayer." The old man said with a relaxed smile.
"You lied to me, this is just a cover-up, right?" Reggie shook his head and said, "I know the rules of wizards. Wizards cannot learn the witchcraft of witches, and witches cannot learn the witchcraft of wizards. There is no witchcraft between you.
There are natural boundaries."
"But I am an exception," the old wizard said with a smile, "Now you know who I am, right?"
Reggie was stunned for a long time, and suddenly realized: "It turns out you are a eunuch!"
"Regino de Victor! Who gave you the courage to insult me!" The old man's roar was accompanied by thunder, and the huge lightning made Reggie tremble.
After a few minutes, the old man gradually calmed down. He sighed and said, "Come with me, you shameless name-stealer."
Back at the cabin, Reggie took a sip of wine. It was probably made from berries and was very sweet. However, Reggie's lip was injured, which made his expression very ugly.
The old man touched Reggie's lips lightly, and his wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. After a few minutes, it became intact as before.
"You still know medical skills?" Reggie said in surprise, "I remember a wizard once told me that most wizards can only learn one kind of witchcraft."
"This description is not accurate," the old man said. "Most wizards only have one talent, and most of these talents are unique. For example, the wizards you know, like the pathbreaker Doranor,
Carmilla the Destroyer, Bachelo the Unforgotten, Sandre the Onomatopoeia, and of course Sofia the Wall-Penetrant. Their witchcraft belongs only to them and cannot be copied or resolved.
That’s their unique talent.”
Reggie looked puzzled and said: "You just copied Sophia's witchcraft."
The old man said: "I said, I am an exception."
"You just said, what kind of wizard is Bachelo?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "He is the wizard who never forgets. Did he never tell you?"
Reggie shook his head and said, "He doesn't even want to admit that he is a wizard. What level of wizard is he? Star level? Or cloud level?"
"Don't use level to measure wizards, that's very stupid behavior," the old man said with a smile. "It's time to get down to business. Let's bid. How much do you want to ask for? Gold? Gemstones? Or something else? As long as it's not too big.