Mighty illusionary fog, psychedelic dream dance, three thousand spiritual beings, seeming existence and disappearance.

Ice blue and scarlet mist intertwined in a chain on the surface of this fantastic luminous magic artifact, intoxicating and desirable.

If I have it, I have the absolute power, as long as I have it, I will certainly be able to change the situation now.

As long as I have it, I can ......

a strong pain appeared in Cyric's brain -

"Ah ......"

Opening his eyes , before him It is his longing dream, the center of the control tower, the symbol of the city lord's power, the heterochromatic crystal ball - the "Heart of the City State".

" City Lord?"

Noiad stands in front of the door, looking like he has been waiting for Cyric to wake up for a long time.

Cyric turned his back on Noiad, who had prevented Finlan from returning from the show, and gestured that he could come in.

Noiad fell to his knees on the ground -

"City Lord, I have failed."

Failed ......?

Cyric frowned and said succinctly -

"Why."

"I was stopped by a young girl who had the Sword of the Inquisitor in her hand."

...... The Sword of the Inquisitor?

-- Sword of the Inquisitor, the sword held by the most mysterious agent of the Red Devil Mercenaries, the Inquisitor Poland.

The Red Devil Mercenaries - a small mercenary group of less than fifty people, but gathered nearly half of the continent's high-end combat force, and all of them are very young female.

There is no record of them being hired, they always do things initiatively, and then find the beneficiary for payment, a rogue-like terrorist organization.

But those are not important, the most important thing is its name.

Red Devil - Red Devil - Emile

The legendary terrorist who single-handedly created the Red Lotus Havoc seems to be inextricably linked to this Red Devil Mercenaries.

There are also rumors that the reason why the Red Devil Mercenaries has so many Advanced characters, even like the holy mages and warriors, is because their entire staff are the minions brought from the abyss by the Red Devil Emile.

Noiad lowered his head and tested Cyric's attitude.

"......"

Red Devil Mercenaries ......

It is said recently that they had been seen around Elysis.

And the maiden with the sword of the Inquisitor in her hand ......

Cyric tapped his temples lightly, trying not to let his veins flare up.

"Hoo ...... whatever relationship she has with the Red Devil Mercenaries, as long as it doesn't interfere with our plans."

"Yes," Noiad looked up hesitantly, "but according to Avata, the leader of the daily patrol team, the young girl who stopped me is a mage, able to unleash instantaneous transfer magic without relying on any medium or spell, and her name is... ..."

Looking at Noiad's trembling body, Cyric smiled slightly and stroked the crystal ball in front of him, tuning out the image of the maiden he was talking about -

"Don't worry, although her name is indeed Emile, but she definitely won't be the one from the legend."

Red hair, red pupils, evil eyes, cold and ruthless,

This is the image that the Red Devil, the creator of the Red Lotus Havoc, should has.

"So, just worry about this one 'Emile' with Polan, if she does not interfere with our plans, then there is no need to cross her, if she does ......"

Cyric gently touched this crystal ball created by the Magic Guild itself and said icily -

"As long as I hold this 'Heart of the City State' in my hand, even if Polan comes in person, I can make her return in defeat. "

Noiad still knelt there in fear.

"City Lord, my punishment ......"

"This show does not bring anything to the big picture, dispose of yourself."

"Yes!"

Watching Noiad stand up straight and stride away from the control level, Cyric only let out a light breath.

The "no bring anything to the big picture" and everything else, though I it said gently, but in fact it is only for my selfish purposes.

Probably I don't want Finlan to have any progress with Nalisa. ......

Obviously it's something I've already given up, but I still can't let go of it. ......

It's really ...... bad. ......

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That day, Chief Noiad took off his wig and walked around the inner city walls with his bare head for an afternoon, it is said that he treated this as a punishment to himself.