"It has been fourteen years since the Battle of Byrne."

"So it's been so long?" An unknown chuckle came from the other end of the dark dungeon. After a moment of silence, the voice asked again: "Your name is Ed?"

It seemed that the other party had been eavesdropping on their conversation when Afifa came in just now. Fang couldn't help but frown, a little worried that the other party had seen Tata and Nini. After all, when they returned, both of them had revealed themselves. But the other party

It seemed that there was no need to wait for his answer, and he said to himself:

"Does it have the same name as the great alchemist?"

"It's also normal..."

"After all, the technology he left behind brings endless possibilities."

"But it's no use."

"Yes, it's useless."

He added with certainty, as if he was talking to himself. Only then did Fang realize that this person's mind seemed a little abnormal, but anyone who was locked up in a place like this for so long would have some problems more or less.

After muttering a few words mysteriously, the man seemed to come to his senses again, and then he asked:

"You want to leave this place?"

Fang glanced at his magic furnace and didn't know whether he should trust this somewhat neurotic guy. However, he thought about it and decided that he would rather believe it or not. If the other party lied, all he would have wasted was

It took a while, but if what the other party said was true and the mystics swarmed in, how was he going to explain his magic furnace, control gloves and information crystal?

In such raging sandstorm weather, this little time is nothing. Even if he rescues other people, he will have to wait until the sandstorm subsides before he can leave this place and contact Her Royal Highness.

Thinking of this, he calmed down and said:

"Yes."

"But mystics are good at peering into the future and discerning secrets. They have laid out strict surveillance spells in this castle. The dense nodes will monitor every abnormal flow of magic power." The voice seemed to have regained consciousness at this time,

Become organized: "As soon as you activate your magic furnace, they will notice it and swarm them."

Fang was stunned, and immediately felt that there was something wrong with what the other party said. Background magic power was everywhere, and the magic leakage when the magic furnace was started was not as good as an ordinary magic power fluctuation in nature. How did the mystics use the background power to change the magic power?

How can the clutter produced by magic perturbations be distinguished from real spells?

He raised this question in a low voice, and the voice in the darkness couldn't help but sneer: "Of course that's not the case. Didn't anyone tell you that the background magic disturbance is a mixed multi-color magic power, while the distinct monochromatic element magic power under this background

Is it as eye-catching as a beacon in the darkness, or can you use multi-color magic?"

"I see."

"Understood, but this is actually nothing. If you want to avoid their eyes, I can teach you a method. Wait, what are you doing?" The voice suddenly became surprised and high-pitched, and screamed.

"nothing."

Fang's voice was obviously calm. He started his magic furnace with a click, and a beam of silver fire lit up in the furnace. It was like a starlight in the darkness, surging out and lighting up the surroundings. The cold light set off the surroundings.

Looking at the young man's profile, only one side was shallow, but he looked calm as usual. Fang Zheng raised a hand to press the crystal on his chest. A faint blue light shot forward, forming a grid from top to bottom.

And weaved a construct that shimmered with platinum luster, it was none other than the Archangel.

The constructed swordsman took a step forward and cut off the shackles on his hands with an extremely precise sword. With a clang, the shackles and chains fell to the ground. Fang rubbed his sore wrists, followed the law, and opened his feet.

He then straightened up and came to the door. The sword flashed and the lock fell with a sound.

Fang pushed the door open and went out, dusted himself off with his hands, raised his head, smiled and said:

"Thanks for clearing up the confusion."

"you"

Mottled multi-colored magic fills every corner of this world.

But between these elemental magic powers, there is another type with an even larger number of the same kind.

No attribute magic.

The constant rise and fall of the magic power of the two is like the ebb and flow of the tide, which together constitute the background magic disturbance of Aitaria.

After understanding the methods used by the mystics to monitor magic power, there is nothing scary about Fang. Of course he cannot use multi-colored magic power, nor can anyone else, but he can use colorless magic power. In many battles in this world

He is probably the only one among the craftsmen.

Of course, he would not tell the other party these words, but after opening the door, Fang did not leave in a hurry, but walked with rustling steps toward the direction of the voice in the darkness deep in the dungeon.

He walked slowly to the cell door and saw the person inside. The man had long gray hair and a thick beard that hung down to the ground. He had a pair of gray eyes hidden under his long eyebrows. He was dressed in ragged clothes.

A heavy iron chain locked him to the ground, making him look hunched and trapped.

But the youth of the other party was beyond his expectation. From the sound of his voice, he thought he was an old man. But upon closer inspection, it seemed that was not the case. He looked like he was only forty or fifty years old. The iron base of the stone wall

There was a light crystal that had been extinguished long ago. Fang took it off, injected magic power into it, and lit up a glimmer of light.

The sudden light made the man shrink back subconsciously and look at him a little warily. Fang confirmed his thoughts. This man was only forty or fifty years old at most. This could be seen from his face, but he was aging prematurely.

, one head of hair has turned completely gray, like the color of ashes.

The man looked at him without saying a word, as if waiting for something, but the determined look in his eyes gradually turned doubtful, and finally couldn't help but glance left and right at the quiet people in the dungeon. He opened his mouth,

He asked in disbelief: "Why didn't anyone come here? Why didn't they notice you?"

"Could you also..."

"No," Fang shook his head: "I can't."

Through the light of the crystal, he saw that the wall behind the other party was engraved with dense writings, some of which recorded dates. There were four slashes and a horizontal bar across them. This part covered almost half of the wall. The other part was scrawled.

The small print and pictures made Fang a little curious:

"Are you an alchemist?"

He had more or less guessed this when the other party spoke before. Who else but an alchemist would know how to hide the magic power disturbance of the magic furnace? However, the magic power disturbance of the magic furnace comes from the leakage of magic power.

, no one in the past has been able to solve this problem, which made him a little concerned.

The man's eyes were full of disbelief, and he was muttering to himself: "Then how did you...?"

"It's not important," Fang looked at the man curiously: "Who are you? Why are you locked up in this place?"

The man moved and replied hoarsely: "This is my secret, but if you are willing to tell me..."

"No," Fang interrupted him again. He understood what the other party wanted to say, but it was impossible for him to tell a stranger the secret of the Zero Crystal: "I will not exchange this issue with you, but I can exchange another issue with you.

something."

The man seemed to relax and looked at him with gray eyes: "For example?"

"I'll take you away," Fang replied, "Tell me where this place is and why the mystics want to catch you here."

But the man shook his head: "You are wrong, I don't want to leave here."

"Why?" Fang was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but wonder if this person really had a brain problem. He had been imprisoned in this dark underground for more than ten years. Anyone would never dream of leaving this 'hell', but

The other person actually said, 'I don't want to leave this place'?

What kind of mental illness is this?

"No reason," the man replied, "but I can tell you where this place is, but you have to give me something in exchange. As for why I am here, that is my own business and has nothing to do with you.

"

Fang was silent for a moment, feeling more and more strange about this man, but strange nonetheless, he still asked: "Then what do you want?"

"Desert Blood."

"What?"

The man's eyes were almost shining: "That's a kind of wine, with magic power you can't imagine. I heard that you are going to save your companions. There is a cellar not far from here. I guess they are locked up there."

That place. There is a dark room there, and this wine is placed in that dark room. It is easy to identify and has the same color as blood."

"Go and look for it, bring it back to me, and I will tell you where this place is."

This request is really weird.

Fang glanced at the scrawled words on the wall. They were densely packed, like twisted symbols, and he felt more and more that this person might be a lunatic, but the other person at least told him one piece of news during his conversation, where the other people were being held.

Although judging from the other party's nonsense, he doubted the accuracy of this information.

"What do you want wine for?"

"Of course, taste it," the man smiled: "Are you stupid?"

Fang was speechless for a while, this was really a good reason, of course, if the other party was not locked up in this dungeon.

He even had a suspicion that this man was locked up in this place just because he was a habitual thief.

Thinking of this, he shook his head: "I'm so at a disadvantage. I originally guessed that this might be somewhere near Bein. It's not difficult to confirm this. This question is actually incidental.

I wouldn't trade it for one of your requests."

The man was silent for a moment, seemed to agree with Fang's words, and suddenly grinned and said: "Then let me tell you another secret about the mystics?"

"What secret?"

"Like who they really serve."

Fang was moved in his mind. Why did the mystics bring him to Bein? This was what was strange to him. He had never heard that they had anything to do with the owner of this place, Count Nurman. However, he was also worried that this person might be
To be continued...