Morsis walked through the dark and damp alleys, constantly changing directions, trying to find those small bars that only local gangsters knew about.
Generally speaking, only this kind of bar can exist in this port area as a stronghold of unofficial transcendental forces.
But gradually, he noticed something was wrong.
"Why does this door look so familiar?" Morsis stopped and began to carefully examine the door of a dilapidated apartment.
He was sure that he had seen it more than ten minutes ago.
"So, the surrounding scenery seems familiar... Could it be that I'm lost?" Morse frowned, but quickly rejected the idea. He is a scholar and has excellent directions.
I feel that even the top maze may not be able to trap him.
"In this case, someone is causing trouble in secret..." Morse didn't stay for long. He continued to walk as calmly as before, and secretly observed his surroundings.
He moved his lips slightly and manipulated a trace of arcane energy to form a detection spell, covering everyone around him.
"Is that that person..." Morsis immediately locked his target. More than ten meters behind him, there was a bald young man who had been following him secretly.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with that guy's every move. If an ordinary person were to tell the difference, he would never be able to find out that this guy was actually following him.
But fortunately, Morses is a scholar, so he can be keenly aware of the arcane energy fluctuations around the opponent.
This is a transcendent one!
"A transcendent person who is good at tracking... an assassin? No, the assassin class has its own way of hiding. It seems to be a relatively rare class." Morsis nodded secretly, then immediately accelerated and turned aside.
in a dark alley.
When the bald young man behind saw this, he was stunned for a moment, then cursed softly, and immediately sped up to catch up.
It was a dark alley where sunlight could not shine in. Dark places like this can be found everywhere in slums, but they are often places where ordinary people dare not set foot.
After the bald young man turned into the alley, he did not see the figure of Morsis, but after using his own transcendent ability to observe, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Because this is a dead end.
Then, he stepped into the alley, always guarding both sides. There were many alcoves around where a person could hide. He did not want to be hit head-on by a spiritual transcendent.
As for the magic circle, he is not worried. After all, the opponent is not of a high level and it is impossible to set up a magic circle that can trap him in these tens of seconds.
This is the biggest weakness of "scholars"!
"Your Excellency, since you have discovered me, you might as well come out and have a talk... I am not a bad person, I just have a deal I want to discuss with you." The bald young man said loudly, his voice echoed in the alley, using these sound waves
, he used his supernatural ability to explore again, but still couldn't find the target.
"Is it possible that he escaped? He can't be from the third class... Well, this is it!?" As he walked, the bald young man suddenly stopped, his expression gradually turned into shock. He slowly lowered his head and saw "
Something that trapped him.
They were rings that entangled his feet one after another. They emitted a faint silver light and looked fragile, but they made it difficult for him to move even an inch.
"Magic array...but..." Cold sweat gradually flowed down the forehead of the bald young man. He couldn't understand why the other party was able to set up such a level of magic circle in just a few dozen seconds.
"It seems that you have acquiesced that 'the opponent is lower than the third level', so you must know something about me...A participant in a certain rally?" In a small alcove on the side, Morses removed his invisibility.
State, looked at the other party, and said, "But you are obviously a fighter-type transcendent, and there is no way you would let me fall into that weird state. There is also a spiritual-type transcendent of at least the third level behind you, right?"
"
"What on earth did you do..." The bald young man looked at the young man wearing a light golden mask and said in disbelief.
"Want to know how I arranged this kind of magic circle? Then you can take a good guess..." Morsis chuckled, and then glanced at the thick cane in his hand with his peripheral vision.
It was actually a disguised "Soul". These days, Morses also realized that it was difficult to carry it in Salius City, so he specially made a special "scabbard".
It was with the assistance of "Soul Control" that he was able to set up a binding circle in a short time to trap this transcendent person. Of course, there was also the credit for regularly exercising his mental power in the spiritual world these days.
"Okay, let's start with the basics. Who are you? Why are you following me? Also, what is the transaction you just mentioned?" Seeing that the other party did not reply, Morses shrugged.
Three questions were asked in succession.
After the bald young man struggled for a while to no avail, he sighed softly and said to himself, "It seems that Hillerton did not misjudge you. I didn't expect that you are already in the third class."
Morses frowned slightly, but did not speak directly. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Is Hillerton the one who put me in a loop?"
"Yes, in addition, my name is Siman, and my rank is "Scout". I am following you mainly because I want to test your strength." Siman nodded lightly and replied.
"Hilleyton...Sman..." Morriss searched his mind for a while and found that he had not heard these two names anywhere, so he continued to ask, "Why did you find me?"
"This is not the first time we have met, but we were all wearing masks before... Hilleton is a wizard, he can feel your breath, well... you know, scholars are rare." Siman sighed.
, said.
Morses then recalled the other masked men he had seen at Gazo Baie's party.
"Where's Mr. Wizard, let him come out too, and we can have a good talk." Morsis pressed both hands on the cane, raised his head at the same time, and observed the surroundings through the pale golden mask.
"Of course, when facing a respectable scholar, I will naturally show up." Before Siman could speak, a strange voice suddenly came out, and at the same time, the owner of the voice appeared at the entrance of the alley.
He was a peaceful middle-aged man with a goatee, gold-rimmed glasses, and a tawny coat.
His hair was meticulously styled, and he wore a blood-red ring on his left hand and a milky white leather glove on his right hand.
Morses had seen many people dressed like this, but at this moment, in such a mixed port, and when the other party was an unofficial third-level "wizard", such an outfit felt a bit inconsistent.
Generally speaking, in order to avoid being pursued by the Shrine, unofficial transcendental beings usually keep a low profile and rarely show off like their opponents.
"My Lord, Shireton Newins, please just call me Shireton." He approached the two of them, bent his upper body slightly, and saluted Morses.
"Kervis, just call me Kervis." Morses nodded slightly and announced his name.
Hillerton straightened up, glanced at Siman who was in the binding circle with his peripheral vision, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency Kelvis, I wonder if you can let Mr. Siman go?"
"I don't believe you, and I don't believe him, so please forgive me for not doing this... Just state your intention, and there is no need to say so many polite words." Morsis also glanced at Siman, but did not agree to the other party.
.
"Well, the idea is clear. It seems that you are not a fool... Then I won't beat around the bush. We are here to ask you to help us!" Hillerton gave a gentle compliment, and then said seriously.
"What is it, Mr. Hillerton? I think you are at least in the third class. Is there anything that is difficult for you to handle?" Moores paused and continued, "I mean,
I don’t want to offend the shrine or the church.”
Of course, Morsis would have to offend the palace and the church sooner or later, but at this moment, all actions were based on the prison robbery plan, so he did not want to expose his identity and let Lennon Sivens notice it.
"That's of course. There are a lot of transcendent people in the empire. Those of us who live in the darkness don't dare to mess with them... What I want to do is to investigate the cause of Gazo Baier's death and disturb Lennon within a certain range.
.The power of Sivens."
When Morriss heard this, he was also surprised, but he did not show it. After a few seconds, he asked, "Mr. Beyer...is dead?"
"Yes, he was suddenly promoted to the fourth level a few days ago, and left his residence alone at night... We guessed that he was seeking revenge on Lennon Sivens," Siman explained.
Morses frowned slightly, looked at the two of them, and asked, "It sounds like you are very close to Gazo Baie."
Hillerton nodded slightly and said, "Your Excellency, you also know that Mr. Beyer not only has huge power secretly, but he is also very powerful in the open, right?"
Gazo Baier was once called the "Underground King" of Salius, so he naturally had his own identity on the surface.
Of course Morse knew this, so he nodded.
"In normal times, I am Mr. Beyer's butler, responsible for helping run the business on the surface." Hillerton laughed at himself and continued, "But the appearance of Lennon Sivens changed everything... Then
I don’t know what means this guy used to make nearly half of Mr. Beyer’s transcendental people switch sides and become his subordinates, thus seizing Mr. Beyer’s power.”
"The business on the bright side that Hillerton was responsible for also completely collapsed due to the collapse of the funds on the dark side, and Gazo Baier also became Lennon Sivens' subordinate..." Siman added.
Morris nodded slightly, and after thinking for a while, he said, "I am also very interested in Lennon Sivens, and I want to understand why he can do these things... but I won't help you too much."
Duo, you must also understand that the power behind that guy is quite powerful, right?"
Hearing this, Shirleyton nodded with a smile and said, "Of course, we have no intention of avenging Mr. Beyer. We just want to understand how he died, so as to understand the other party's power and gradually establish a new one."
The transcendental group.”
Obviously, this is a third-class transcendent who serves "interests" rather than "beliefs."
Morsis chuckled secretly, knowing that it would be best to establish a "mutual utilization" relationship with such a person, and then raised his hand to release Siman's restraining circle.
"I agree to your request. Let's go to a nearby restaurant to discuss the specific matters slowly. Being hungry all the time at this time is not conducive to action..." He smiled and said.
