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stood in front of the barren black land, listening to the story told by Thor. Athir lowered his head quietly and began to think.

Although most legends are absurd, they are not necessarily fabricated. Many ancient legends may contain some real information.

Judging from the situation in this place, maybe in ancient times, there really were two demon kings fighting here.

After thinking quietly for a while, Athir stopped thinking about these things, but quietly looked up into the distance, ready to move forward.

Soon, several more days passed.

In the barren black soil, there stands a large market with some people living in it.

The origins of these people are very complex. Some are local natives, some are refugees from other kingdoms, and some are wanderers.

There are escaped soldiers, murderous criminals...all kinds of people here, making the membership composition here very complicated.

In a place like this, Athir thought it would be chaotic, but he found that it was not the case.

Although the market in front of us does not look very big, it is not chaotic inside. Although most of the people inside seem abnormal, it still looks very clean on the outside, and even fights are not seen.

Most of the people here had indifferent expressions, and each of them had some weapons in their hands, and they passed by in a hurry.

There were also some poor people and lunatics who looked very weak, staying in certain fixed places, some of them twitching, looking like they had some strange disease.

"This land can't grow food, how do these people survive?"

Looking at the people coming and going around, Athir asked with great interest.

"By producing a drink called Kumar."

Coming to a familiar scene, looking at the people around him, Thor's face looked a little unhappy, and a little disgusted: "This drink can make people excited in a short period of time, and once you drink a bottle, you will become addicted and it is difficult to quit. Therefore, it is very popular among those nobles from afar."

"Lord Athir, did you see the black hay those natives were carrying?"

He pointed at something that some of the natives were carrying on their backs and said to Athir, "Those are the raw materials for making Kuma, things that grow from the black soil."

"Don't they say that nothing can grow on black soil?"

Athir asked with some surprise.

"That means that ordinary food and medicine cannot be grown."

Thor answered seriously, "This black hay is one of the few things that can be grown on black soil. Although the yield is relatively low, it is the main raw material for making Kuma. It can only be produced in this desert."

Athir nodded slightly, then looked forward and shifted his gaze to the natives.

The skin color of these natives was very similar to the black people in Athir's previous life, but they were generally shorter in stature and their appearance was more of a different type.

If the two are put together, apart from the fact that their skin color is the same, one can tell at a glance that they are two different breeds.

Around, there were some native women who were slightly better looking, walking around naked, apparently trying to attract customers.

Looking around, Athir observed carefully.

In addition to appearance, the language used by the people around him is also different from the languages ​​​​that Athir currently knows, and it takes some time to readapt.

After watching silently for a while, under the guidance of Thor, Athir walked to the other side.

Walking on the road, they were very conspicuous.

Let's not talk about Sol and Yana for now. As half-locals here, their appearance is different from the people here, but it is not too noticeable.

But Athir is different.

After completing the blood transformation, his appearance became more handsome. Even though the parts that were different from ordinary people were hidden by the emerald mark, the aura that calmed the soul could not be concealed, making him as dazzling as the bright moon in the dark among the people around him.

Moreover, he was also well dressed. The fabric of his black robe was the finest soft silk, and he looked like a wealthy nobleman.

Around them, several people had already taken action the moment they saw Athir, including dancers who were obviously doing some business and thieves who were planning to steal.

Of course, in addition to these, more people were still watching from a distance, but they were also paying attention to this side out of the corner of their eyes.

Athir remained calm and did not move towards these people.

Thor on the side turned around consciously, grabbed a native who was approaching Athir quietly with one hand, and threw him out.

Bang!

The sound of a body colliding with the ground was heard. Under Thor's power, the native was thrown several meters away before falling to the ground with a violent collision.

"roll!!"

After doing all this, Thor's eyes widened instantly, and his tall body exuded a heart-pounding aura, intimidating those around him who had ill intentions.

"At least he is a powerful knight apprentice..."

Seeing this scene, this thought flashed through the minds of several people around, and some of the ideas they originally held in their minds were immediately dispelled.

"Is it okay to do it here?"

On the side, watching Thor's performance, Athir asked with great interest.

"It's okay."

Yana, who was holding the child at the side, interrupted: "As long as you don't kill anyone here, it doesn't matter."

She looked very calm. Even when facing the vague gazes of people around her, she didn't seem to feel anything. She didn't look like an ordinary girl at all.

But this is not surprising. As descendants of ancient wizards, even if the inheritance is lost, the power of blood still flows in their bodies.

Even a girl like Yana, who looks frail on the outside, could probably kill several adults on her own if she really started fighting. Naturally, she would not take these ordinary people who were not even knight apprentices seriously.

"This place looks like it only has some ordinary people."

Walking along the street, silently observing the pedestrians around him, Atier thought silently in his heart.

Along the way, he was observing the pedestrians around him through the chip, but in the end he found nothing.

The people here are basically ordinary people. Although some of them have dense calluses on their hands, they are just ordinary people who have trained well and have not even practiced the knight's breathing method.

As for wizards, Athir didn't see any, and basically couldn't sense even the weakest high-energy reaction.

This is not surprising. After all, wizards are not common commodities, but extremely rare.

It would be strange to see wizards visiting such a barren area with scarce resources and where even ordinary food cannot be self-sufficient.

Even if it was Athir, if Thor had not led the way here, he would most likely turn around and leave immediately after seeing the situation in this area and would never waste any time here.

As they walked, they soon came to a place.

It was a shabby-looking tavern, dyed black and red. There was a snake embroidered on the sign at the door, which looked a bit weird.

"snake···"

Seeing the sign hanging in front of the tavern and thinking about the curse on Thor and the other man, Athir instantly thought of something and couldn't help but whisper.

"Lord Athir, this is the only tavern here."

On the side, Thor looked at Athir respectfully and said, "If you don't want to live here, then we will have to rent a few rooms from others at a high price."

"It doesn't matter."

After listening to Thor's words, Athir came back to his senses and smiled at him: "Let's do it here."

As he spoke, they walked inside.

"Two rooms."

When they entered the tavern, Thor went to the counter to negotiate with the people, while Athir and Yana stood there, silently looking at the scenery inside the tavern.

Just like what we saw outside before, the main colors inside the tavern are still black and red. There are several places inside with patterns of a black snake embroidered on them. It seems that the owner of this tavern has a special liking for black snakes.

Around the tavern, some local natives were sitting around, dressed differently.

"Huh?"

Silently observing everything around him, Athir was suddenly a little surprised.

In the corner of the tavern, there were several black-skinned natives sitting. Among them was a skinny old man with a white beard and a strange hat. He was sitting there muttering something, as if he was praying.

What surprised Athir was not the appearance of the old man, but certain marks on his body.

Not quite wizards and knights, but something similar.

Although this old man looks thin, his physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even his mental fluctuations are much stronger than those of ordinary people. His entire life fluctuations are very strong.

Under the gaze of the Moon Elf, the old man was still shrouded in a layer of faint black mist. A radiation similar to that of a wizard, but different, was spreading from his body and was easily seen by Athir.

"A weak pollution force field. This old man is not an ordinary person..."

Quietly observing the skinny old man with a white hat in the distance, Atier analyzed quietly, and suddenly an interest in researching arose in his heart.

The knowledge of a power that can make people stronger is extremely rare and precious.

Whether it is the wizard's meditation method or the knight's breathing method, they are the result of countless years of compilation by ancient wizards.

In ancient times, ancient wizards conquered many worlds, acquired different powers and knowledge from different worlds, and organized them into the wizard's system, which made the wizards glorious and powerful.

According to the information that Athir obtained from the Emerald World, during the heyday of ancient wizards, there were hundreds of branches of wizards, and almost every time a world with a power system was conquered, several more branches of wizards would emerge.

In that period, knights were also a branch of a certain wizard system.

However, after the glorious end and the destruction of the ancient wizards, the later wizard civilization rose from the ruins. Most of the knowledge accumulated in the past has been lost, and only the main body and some branch knowledge such as the Knight's Breathing Technique have been excavated, perfected and spread again.

The old man in front of him had powers that were obviously different from those of normal wizards and knights. It was very likely that he had inherited the knowledge of some branch of wizards.

Silently, Athir attached a strand of his mental power to the other person to record it.

As a top-level wizard, this strand of Athir's spiritual power can only be discovered through careful observation by a wizard in the transformation stage, and it can exist for at least a few years.

After being recorded by Athir through his mental power, as long as the distance is not too far, Athir can feel it and easily find the other party.

The reason for doing this is because Atier is currently under time pressure.

The curse on Yana will erupt in less than a month, and in such a short time, Athir has no time to prepare for the experiment.

Moreover, in such a desert, without a high-precision laboratory, it would be impossible to conduct an experiment with peace of mind with only the simple materials that Athir carried with him.

He is about to face the curse left by the ancient wizard. In this short period of time, Athir does not want to be distracted too much by these extra things.

All kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind. After Thor came back, led by his servants, Athir walked up the stairs of the tavern and headed to the upper level.

After they left, the skinny old man sitting in the corner of the tavern raised his head.

"Those two people just now are from Crassus' tribe..."

He raised his head. Although his body was thin, his eyes were bright and the shadow of a snake flashed in his eyes.

"Elder Lar, are you going to arrest them?" a voice came from the side.

Next to the skinny old man, a native whispered a suggestion in his native dialect, his black face looking very grim.

"Don't be impulsive!"

The skinny old man named Lar scolded in a low voice, and then said: "I can feel the power in the bodies of those two Crassus people."

"That girl is fine, but her body is almost completely corroded by the power of the snake god. I'm afraid that in a few days, she will attract the black-robed messenger with a snake body."

"But that guy is very difficult to deal with."

Lar's face was solemn: "I can feel the power in his body. He is definitely a member of the core clan of Crassus. Even now, the power of the snake god in his body has not erupted. It has been suppressed by his blood pressure."

"Even I am not sure I can take down a Crassus of this level. I need to contact more people to be sure."

"Even Elder Lar, you are not sure..."

Hearing Lal's words, several natives around him seemed to be shocked, with expressions of disbelief in their eyes.

"There's more to it than that."

Lal shook his head slowly, his eyes still clear, and he continued to speak with a somewhat excited tone: "Did you notice the baby?"

"Baby?" The natives around were stunned.

"The blood in that baby is very strong, far stronger than that of her parents. If she grows up, even I won't be her opponent."

Lar showed an excited expression on his face: "If this kind of Crasu bloodline with strong blood can be cultivated from a young age, it will be the perfect material for the arrival of the Serpent God."

"If we can offer it to the Serpent God, we will surely gain the Serpent God's blessing!"

(End of this chapter)