Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

"Clang clang!" The cold metal interwoven sound exploded, and the knights drew their cross swords one after another.

A knight kicked down a table and blocked the bald man with the raised table board. The two knights avoided the back of the table board and pulled out the short crossbows they carried with them. The remaining knights moved to the sides. Pass around the aisle.

Under the beating candle flame, the cross sword released bursts of cold light.

"Oh my God!"

"Man, what happened? Can you please stop this?"

"For the sake of the sea god, who told them to stop..."

Only then did the diners in the tavern react, screaming and running away, the whole tavern became a mess.

Seeing that a fierce battle is inevitable, but at this moment.

"Okay!" A lukewarm voice sounded, it was the bald man.

He glanced at the rioting tavern lightly, and said with a dissatisfied tone: "Don't waste my time here for some messy things."

"Yes..."

The knights quickly put away their cross swords.

A knight came over and gave Heath a salute: "I apologize for my comrade's rudeness, and I ask for your understanding."

After saying that, he bowed his head and held a purse.

Heath took the money bag and didn't continue to feel bad about this group of people. He was in a good mood today and didn't want to kill.

The knight detoured from the side to the bar and asked the tavern owner to ask for a few rooms, and then the group went upstairs, including the knight who was kicked away by Heath, and someone quickly took him away.

The originally riotous tavern soon returned to calm.

"It's the Waringians!"

"I heard that they have already got a boat and are going to sea..."

"This is a real knight..."

Hearing the crowd's discussion, Heath's face became more curious. He tapped on the table of the bar and asked the tavern owner hiding under the table, "Who are these people?"

The tavern owner hurriedly crawled out from under the table, with a surprised and respectful attitude. After all, he had seen the power of Heath just now with his own eyes.

He replied respectfully: "Sir, this is a group of people who came from the Principality of Warin not long ago."

"There are rumors that they were sent by the current new Grand Duke of the Principality of Warin to recover the treasures that were taken away by their Princess. Not long ago, they bought a boat at the dock and recruited sailors."

After listening to the tavern owner's remarks, Heath became more and more curious.

Worldly gold and silver jewelry is worthless to wizards, but isn't it strange that this bald man in front of him is not making a fortune from the forest edge, and came here to buy a boat and go to sea?

Is there anything good in that treasure?

If you think about it, it's really possible.

The Principality of Warin is a wizarding organization in the southern part of the dark sea of ​​trees. Its strength is similar to that of the Light Sect, and it belongs to a very weak category. The wizard is only a high-level apprentice.

But their relationship with the Tower of Shadows is very good. It is said that the witch master himself was a formal apprentice of the Tower of Shadows.

And because of this, it occupies a fertile resource land that does not match its strength in the dark sea of ​​trees.

After these years of business, one should also know that the accumulated wealth is not a small number, not to mention more, formal-level witch tools are definitely indispensable.

If you have a lot of treasures but don't have the strength to protect them, you should know what will happen. It doesn't matter if there is a tower of shadows in peacetime. Now that the tower of shadows is down, it is strange that such an organization is not targeted.

Isn't it normal that the organization is destroyed and the successor of the organization is forced to flee the human world with wealth?

Thinking of this, Heath couldn't help being interested, and he sounded more carefully: "Tell me about the specific content of this golden treasure."

"Of course, as long as I know..."

The tavern owner was about to speak, but at this moment, there was a loud noise in the tavern.

"Golden treasure! Gold treasure!"

"Hahaha, I saw them, gold, countless golds, like the ocean!"

"Woooooo, don't, don't kill me!"

"I don't want it anymore, I don't want any gold treasure anymore, I don't want to die!"

The voice came from the corner of the tavern, and there was a man sitting there, like a drunk madman, crying and laughing for a while, talking crazy nonsense.

The tavern owner explained with some sympathy: "That was Sabal. He was an excellent sailor, but his ship was silent in the storm not long ago, and he was the only one in the entire fleet who survived."

"He's been abnormal since then, he's always saying he found that wreck, found the gold treasure."

"But after the storm ended, everyone explored the area he mentioned and found nothing at all. I guess he couldn't stand the blow..."

At this time, a man with a mustache came over with an oak cup.

The mustache man put the cup on the wooden table, and then he said to Heath: "Friend, if you are interested in gold treasure, can you consider our fleet? We are planning to go out to sea to find it."

"Believe me, we have the best sailors, big boats, and captains in the entire White Harbor. If the golden treasure really exists, it must belong to us only!"

Heath said: "Thank you, but I didn't think about it for the time being."

Even if he wants to find this golden treasure, he must have built a fleet of his own.

As he said that, his eyes continued to stay on the alcoholic in the corner. He didn't know what was going on, but the man felt strange to him.

I can't tell what it feels like, this is obviously just an ordinary human male, but his mental fluctuations are somewhat abnormal.

Seeing this, the mustache beside him persuaded: "Friend, if I were you, I wouldn't focus on this. People who recently claimed to know the clues to the gold treasure can form an army."

"But they're all just trying to cheat and drink."

Is it really just a liar?

Just try to know.

Thinking like this, Heath took a glass of wine and walked over there: "Friend, would you like a glass of wine?"

In the wine, he put [Requiem Grass], which is a material for soul items. With the help of Requiem grass, many spiritual magics can be performed.

"Thank you... thank you, you are such a nice person."

The man held the oak cup in both hands and drank the wine in a big gulp.

Heath then asked softly, "Tell me what you saw."

There was a strange tone to his voice, an unusual heaving and a certain demagoguery.

This is a spiritual spell [Truth Word], which, as the name suggests, is a spell that can make people speak the truth.

The strength of Isis wizard level, even ordinary apprentices can't resist, the man's eyes suddenly become blurred.

He looked at Heath and muttered to himself like a dream.

"island..."

"Island..."

"A man-eating island... it ate us, all died, all were eaten by it, woo woo..."

Heath was taken aback.

Theoretically speaking, the human beings who have won the [truth] should only follow the wizard's own wishes. Whatever the wizard asks, it will answer in detail, not just such a few words.

Is there really a problem?

After thinking about it, Heath decided to try the [Soul Search] directly.

He then used [Hypnosis] on the man: "Look at my eyes."

"Yes, looking in your eyes..."

The man looked up at Heath in confusion.

His eyes intertwined, and Heath immediately unfolded his spiritual tentacles to erode the soul of a man. It was just the simplest soul-searching technique, which could directly check a man's memory and past, an ability that only wizards could use.

Spiritual tentacles easily invaded a man's soul.

But then, Heath was stunned.

"No?"

After the mental tentacles extended in, Heath was surprised to find that there was no picture of the shipwreck in the man's memory.

"Is the man really lying?"

"No, no."

"The memory was forcibly removed!"

With the in-depth understanding of memory, Heath has found more. It is not that the man's memory is absent, but there is a gap, which is obviously a gap that was forcibly erased.

"Who did it?"

Subconsciously, Heath put his mental tentacles into the blank area, intending to find out.

However, at this moment, an extremely dangerous feeling suddenly struck, as if something had been disturbed by him so suddenly.

Heath was startled suddenly and hurriedly withdrew his mental power.

Although he moved quickly, he was still a step behind.

The hustle and bustle of the tavern suddenly became quiet. To be precise, it was not quiet, but completely forbidden!

The diners of the bottle of wine froze, the spilled wine was frozen in the air, and the beating candles were frozen, and the entire tavern completely turned into a forbidden picture, as if they had been hit by some kind of time spell.

And immediately.

The tavern slowly lost its color in front of Heath, and the original color picture turned into black and white.

Heath's complexion changed greatly, and he found that he himself had fallen into a situation that could not be turbulent, and slowly lost its color along with the surrounding scenery.

It was as if he was tightly bound by an invisible invisible energy, and fell into a puddle of extremely powerful energy.

At the same time, a cloud of black mist suddenly emerged from the body of the man opposite, and the black mist rose into the air and then gathered into a big hand, grabbing it straight to Heath...

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