He has a problem!

The seven ghost towers gathered around the entrance of the mine started on their own at the same time, blooming with dim purple light.

The breath of plague that overflowed from the mine was quickly melted by the purple light.

Kalkila felt the change in everyone's expressions, and his heart suddenly suddenly felt like he was being set up. He immediately whispered to several companions: "Leave them alone, let's go, leave quickly."

"stop!"

A high-level mage walked out of the crowd.

Dunan's face was ashen, and the muscles on his face were trembling slightly, obviously he was extremely angry.

The spectators present all focused their attention on Dunan.

Ed's heart also jumped.

He did not expect that the first person to stand up and stop the Holy Court would be a high-level mage.

"The Archbishop is in such a hurry to leave? Aren't you going to explain it to us?"

Dunant stared at Kalkila.

He was originally an ordinary high-level mage who practiced necromancy.
Chapter completed!