Kasperba walked into the tavern, and her leather shoes thudded on the old wooden floor. Every step could be heard clearly. Her sharp light blue eyes looked at everyone in the tavern, while those who came into contact with her eyes avoided her. She was like a dangerous ball of fire, bright red in the cloak, short red chestnut hair, dark red leather armor, a leather hat and a sword hilt wrapped in red leather popped up around her waist. Although she didn't like the title of "Scarlet Rose", she liked red outfits.

"So," her voice made people look sideways, "Will anyone tell us what happened?" She looked at Orson, who stared at her with dark and green eyes but didn't say anything. She continued to walk forward two steps and came to the big table that was pieced together. She looked at Anthony and finally looked at Joel.

"You are the one that our family wants to meet," she gave Joel a hat-taking ceremony, behaving like an elegant nobleman, "as special as rumored."

Especially? Joel pulled the corner of his mouth, but to others, his burned lips seemed to be pursed as if they were dissatisfied.

At this time, another person came into the door. People looked over and found that the visitor was also wearing a red and blue cloak, and with a hood. A few light olive curly hair hung down from the bottom of the hood. It made people feel a little mysterious because they could not see their appearance.

Orson looked at the newly walked in and looked at Kasperba again: "May I ask..."

"Kassba," she raised her head, with a hint of indifference in her pale blue eyes, "Just call me Kassba."

"Lower Orson," he nodded slightly to Cassabah, who also moved his attention from Joel to Orson, "Why do you know here at this time..."

"Aren't you holding a meeting? Can my subordinates participate but I can't?" Kasperba asked in a puzzled tone.

"Of course not that," Orson looked away, "it was just a little surprised by your sudden visit."

"We are here to find someone." The lady who spoke was the one who walked in behind Kassabah. She took off her hood while walking into the tavern, revealing her shiny light olive curly hair, and she also had a pair of bright and sun-warming copper-yellow eyes. She was also a beauty that made people sigh, but compared to Kassabah, who looked like a flame, she looked more like a soft sun. "Who is Drake?"

"Are you..." Anthony, who was sitting, showed a look of surprise. He looked at the lady of the Ghost Sword Brigade, sure that he had never known such a beauty, and was puzzled by it.

"Mike," said the lady with light olive hair, and smiled at him, "Mike of Silicon Valley Bay."

Then Anthony's expression changed from surprise to surprise, followed by shock. "Mai, Mike?" He widened his eyes, "You are... a woman?"

"You know each other?" Kasperba looked at Meka in confusion and asked.

"Well, I know each other. We once collaborated on a map guide to the south of Homer Plains. We often discuss the plot or settings on the forum." Meka said with a smile.

"Ahem," Orson glanced at Anthony, who had already opened his mouth and couldn't speak, and then looked at Meka again, "This...madam, do you think you are here to find him?"

"That's right," answered Kathaba, and she looked at Orson again, "but I'm interested in what you're discussing now, and..." she said, sniffing, "I smelled blood."

"What the hell happened?"

Orson was silent, but his eyes were still looking at Kasperba.

"Even if you don't say it, my well-behaved subordinates will tell me everything," Kasperba pointed to Coria and Mozi sitting aside, "So what are you going to do?"

Orson's eyes flashed, as if he was thinking about how to respond. The people around him also watched coldly without saying a word. However, those holding weapons did not put away the weapons because of this. The tavern was still filled with a scent of gunpowder.

"Please forgive me before this, interrupt me," Meka raised a hand, Orson looked at her. Meka nodded slightly at him and then looked at Kasperba, "Sir, let me leave the matter here to you. I have to hurry up and investigate 'that thing', so..."

"Go." Kasperba nodded.

Then Meka looked at Orson again, "Please forgive me, I want to borrow Drake."

"Borrow, borrow?" Anthony himself seemed a little uncomfortable with this, but after Orson nodded, Meca looked at him again.

"It's not a good place to discuss this," she said to Anthony. "Maybe we can go to the corner over there to discuss?"

"Is there anything serious?" Anthony asked with a frown, and Meca nodded in response.

"Joel, come here together." He said to Joel sitting opposite him. Joel looked at Meka, and she had no intention of stopping her, so he nodded. He would rather go to the corner than sit in the sight of these mercenaries.

"Coria," Meka called softly as she passed by the two girls of the Ghost Sword Brigade, "Come with me."

Mozi also wanted to stand up, but Meka gently patted her shoulder and said something in her ear. Then the expressionless girl in the West nodded and sat down again.

Joel followed Anthony to the corner under the stairs. Meca asked a girl named Coria to stay by them and not let others get close. Without saying anything, Coria directly showed the hilt of the knife around her waist and reached out to hold it, as if anyone dared to move forward would pull out the weapon directly. Anthony and Meca sat face to face on both sides of the table, while Joel sat in front of another empty table.

He turned around and Orson seemed to have begun to say something to Kaserba. The atmosphere in the tavern was slightly relieved by Kaserba's loud speech. At this time, people were still constantly walking into the tavern, but they were also a little confused by the atmosphere in the tavern.

"We'll talk about other things later," Meka said straight to the point, then she took out a roll of parchment from her cloak pocket and handed it to Anthony, "This is a special investigation order issued by the Duke to our Ghost Sword Brigade."

"Investigation Order?" Anthony took the parchment and opened it immediately and looked at it. After he finished reading it, he handed the investigation order back to Meka. "Is it about the assassination that happened last night?"

"Yes," Meka nodded, "If Kaserba and I were not present last night, the Duke might have encountered an unexpected accident."

"Tsk, it's worthy of being that ghost sword brigade." Anthony subconsciously smacked his tongue, and then he immediately came to his senses, "Please continue."

"Afterward, Miss Kadiya, the daughter of the Duke, was attacked by an assassin after being sent back to the room." Meka's words attracted Joel's attention. At first, he just planned to come and avoid his eyes. He looked at Meka, and Meka also noticed his gaze, but she did not react to it, but continued, "According to the Duke's son, the assassin left after sneaking into the lady's room, "did nothing"."

"Nothing was done?" Anthony showed a skeptical look. "Can it be that he said so to cover up the family scandal?"

"I don't know this," Meka replied truthfully. "We can go to the inner castle to investigate later."

"We?" Anthony looked at Meka in surprise.

And Meka ignored him and continued: "Because 'the assassin did nothing to Miss Kadiya', it aroused the suspicion of the nobles. They thought the assassin was a wizard-he extinguished all the lights at the banquet, the nobles thought it was caused by witchcraft, and a servant saw him disappear into smoke with his own eyes - they felt that the wizard had sneaked into Miss Kadiya's room not because he did nothing, but had cast some kind of curse or witchcraft on the lady."

"Still it into smoke?!" Anthony showed a look of surprise at first, but immediately nodded again, while showing a look of thought. "Is it curse or witchcraft..."

"And the Duke sent us to investigate this matter."

"We?" Anthony stressed again.

"Yes, we." Meka then replied, "I need your assistance, and the rewards I received in the end will be fairly distributed to you."

Anthony opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he swallowed the words back. He nodded, "That's it." He showed a compromise, but seemed to be disappointed.

"What do you think about this?" Meka asked immediately, "what to the views of this nobleman."

"Say that assassin is a wizard?" Anthony thought for a while, "I'm not sure, but there is indeed such a possibility. All the fires were extinguished in an instant? This is not a simple trick, is it the wind?"

"No, I'm sure there was no wind at that time."

"From the spells that players can master at present, this kind of spell... No, if this kind of spell really exists, it must be in the same system as the spells that players can master." Anthony said affirmatively, and Meka nodded in agreement with his statement. Then Anthony immediately said: "You just mentioned that 'turned into smoke' and disappeared?" He thought for a moment, and frowned.

The spells that players can master belong to the "primitive spell system" in the plot setting of the game, which is almost undisputed in the forum. The information such as the plot and text description of the spells they experienced when they learned spells all show that the spells that players can master are "primitive spells" evolved from "dragon grammar", and it has also undergone countless "simplifications" and finally became "simplified spells". Its biggest feature is "simplicity". This "simplicity" does not simply refer to simple learning and simple use, but also includes "simple effect". For example, fireball technology is quite pure, just "holding the flame". A little more complicated will lead to changes in the spell, which will affect the difficulty of learning and using. However, the simple effect does not mean that the power is weak. Although simple spells are simple, they evolved from the purest and wild "dragon grammar magic".

The spells that "let all the lights in the banquet go out" and the spells that "turn into smoke and then disappear" described by Meka obviously do not belong to the category of "simple spells", because they already have a certain degree of complexity. If it also belongs to the "primitive spell system", it is impossible to control them so accurately. A major feature of simple spells is that they have no precision. Taking fireball as an example, the spell itself only has the effect of "holding flames", while "throwing flames" has nothing to do with the spell itself, and is the result of the player's own actions.

"I was wondering, if a wizard possesses this level of magic, why would he not kill the Duke directly but choose to escape?" Anthony asked.

"I think so too!" Meka said immediately.

"There are many doubts." Anthony turned his head and found Joel looking at him. "What's wrong?" he asked in surprise. "What's the dirty thing on my face?"

Joel was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he looked at Meka and asked, "Is she okay?"

"She?" Meka was also a little surprised, and then she immediately reacted, "Are you asking Miss Kadiya? She seems to be in a bad state. Her brother told me that she seems to be troubled by nightmare." Then Meka asked in confusion, "Do you know Miss Kadiya?"

Joel didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

"You guy!" Anthony stared at Joel with wide eyes, "Why are people always... unexpected?"

Joel ignored him, turned his eyes and thought about something.

"Do you want to go together?" Meka asked softly, "I have an investigation order that allows us to enter and exit the inner castle at will. If a Miss Kadiya's acquaintance can help us, we will be much more relaxed."

Joel pondered for a moment. "No," he shook his head, "No." I have to stay here, he told himself that he could not leave casually like last time. When he left the tavern in the morning, he was uneasy. He was worried that Hemmy would encounter another danger, especially now, the ghost didn't know what he was doing.

"No," he said again, "No."

"That's a pity." Meka said, then she looked up and looked at the center of the tavern. Kasperba and Orson had sat down and had a good conversation. The people holding weapons around were calmer, but looking at her expression, Meka could tell that she was definitely not very happy about chatting.

Meka stood up, so let's go now! She wanted to say this, but before she could say it, she felt that she had suddenly lost her balance and fell to the side. Anthony quickly stood up and supported her.

"It happened..." She wanted to ask the person who supported her, but she was surprised to find that the person had lost his balance as well as her.

"Earthquake!" the first voice shouted in horror, and then people heard the wooden beams in the tavern squeaking. The dust in the gaps in the wooden boards above their heads fell down, and everyone started to shake. No, it was not just people, tables, chairs, wine glasses and wooden barrels, as if the whole world was shaking.

"Get out here!" Anthony shouted.

But Joel had already left these shouts behind him. He walked over to Coria, who was standing firmly in front of the wall, and then turned to the stairs. He climbed up the second floor in three steps, and saw Simoken sitting on the ground looking at him at a loss.

"Mr. Contin!" she shouted after seeing Joel coming, "I heard Hemi's voice!" she shouted at the wooden door beside her.

Joel immediately walked over, and he couldn't support him when he was shaking, but fortunately the corridor was not long. He came to the door of Hemi's room and reached out to push the door. The door was bolted. Joel cursed in anger, and then immediately took out the sharp axe from his backpack.

At this time, the old man's ghost walked out directly through the wall. After seeing it, Ximoken widened his eyes and almost screamed, but she immediately covered her mouth with her hands. "What the hell are you doing?!" Joel roared at him and slashed at the door with an axe.

"It's the seal! The seal is loose!" the old man shouted to Joel. Because of the earthquake, the whole world was filled with rumbling sounds and the wailing sounds of the wood and stones that built the house.

"I swear! If Hemi had anything to do, I would definitely send you to the Black God!" Joel roared at the old man's ghost, and then he waved his axe for the second time.

Click! The axe blade stabbed into the door panel, but Joel did not pull it out because the earthquake stopped.

He looked around in a daze, as if there were still various sounds from the earthquake just now in his ears. He immediately looked at the door in front of him, clenched his fists and knocked on the door, "Hermi?!Hermi! Can you hear my voice?!Hermi!" Joel shouted anxiously.

"Yes, Mr. Contin," Hermi's voice came from the door. Joel anxiously couldn't hear whether she was okay, "I'm fine... Please wait, I'll come and open the door for you immediately."

Then Joel stared at the door anxiously, and the old man stood aside without saying a word. Qianmogen stood up with the wall, and her eyes never left the short ghost. She seemed to be unable to believe it. Then the old man nodded slightly at her, causing her to take a step back in horror.

With the sound of the door latch being put down, Joel immediately walked into the room anxiously. Hemi held the heavy wooden latch in both hands. Joel took the wooden latch to the side and immediately squatted down. Hemi's forehead was broken, and a little blood was oozing out, and she seemed to be a little dizzy because of the knock.

"Mr. Contin," Hemi whispered, "I'm fine."

"Shh." Joel gently hugged her, and his anxious heart calmed down a little.

"Mr. Kangting..." Ximoken, who was standing behind, called carefully.

"Simoken," Joel let go of Hemi and stood up again, "Hemi treated the wound," Ximoken nodded and walked over. Joel looked into her eyes, and then asked in a low voice with some nervousness, "Will you leave a wound?"

Simoken squatted down in front of Hemi and looked carefully, "No, probably not," she stood up again, while pulling Hemi's hand, "I'll take her down, Mr. Kangting." As she said that, she looked at the old man who was standing next to her silent ghost, and then immediately lowered her head and carefully pulled Hemi out of the room.

And as Simoken and Hemi left, Joel's eyes became resentful, and he looked at the old man. "You," Joel did not suppress his anger anymore, "You almost killed her!"

"No, it's not me." The old man shook his head calmly, then raised his eyes and looked at Joel, "It's you, it's you who opened the seal."

Joel was speechless for a moment. He wanted to rush up and grab the old man's collar and grab his beard, but he knew it was impossible because it was a ghost.

"The seal has begun to collapse," the old man said in a deep voice again, "this thing will only become more and more frequent, and it will return to the world sooner or later."

"I'll leave this ghost place before that." Joel said, ignoring the old man and walking out of the room.
Chapter completed!