苍狼之灵

Chapter eighty-four: Mailing House

Yes, yes, Mr. Astimus has always liked to live alone, and you know, we don't dare to approach his residence either. But... I'll go call him now! "As soon as the Norman Duke became extremely impatient, Captain Karl tactfully changed his words.

Captain Carl walked into Astimus' residence with two soldiers trembling and trembling. The place was extremely desolate, and as soon as they walked in, they felt a chill. The area leading to the basement was filled with a chilly atmosphere.

Mr. Astimus? Mr. Astimus? "Karl whispered a few words, then turned around to see two guards standing at the door with pale faces. He couldn't help but angrily drink low," Two useless people, Mr. Astimus is the private magician of the Grand Duke and won't harm us. Why are you standing so far away

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The two guards timidly said, 'Captain, Mr. Astimus doesn't like being disturbed much, so... you should go in and invite him.'.

Karl cursed silently, it was not comfortable to deal with such a dark wizard, and he didn't want to go in either.

Mr. Astimus? Your Excellency has something important to discuss with you, "Karl whispered as he cautiously walked upstairs. Astimus' residence has been unoccupied for several days, but it turns out that his servants are only allowed to come in and clean it once a month, so it's hard to see anything.

Due to Astimos' mysterious visit to President Gibson during the heavy rain that day, and the fact that everyone who knew he was there had died again, and he had been acting alone, no one has noticed until now. Captain Carl walked around upstairs. Even with the courage to push open the doors of the bedroom and study, he couldn't find his whereabouts and instead breathed a sigh of relief.

Carl tidied up his instruments, quickly descended the stairs, and said to the two guards, "Let's go, Your Excellency the Magician seems to have gone out

No... isn't it? I... I heard a sound below, "a guard pointed to the entrance leading to the basement, where there was a dim, ever burning lamp that flickered on and off in the chilly wind.

Carl frowned and said, 'Then go take a look. The Grand Duke is in a hurry to find Mr. Mage.'.

Yes... yes, please go and greet Mr. Astimus, Captain. We... we're a bit afraid of the dark

Carl stared blankly and couldn't resist slapping him in the face. After enduring it, he could only snort angrily and bravely walked towards the basement.

Mr. Astimus? Are you there, Mr. Astimus? "Karl shouted as he walked, taking two turns before suddenly slipping and stumbling down, waiting for him to stand firm. I couldn't help but exclaim in fear.

Under the dim light, there was an unusually burly and sturdy man sitting on the ground. He was holding onto something with both hands and swallowing it in his mouth. When he saw Carl approaching, he lifted his head and stared at him with his large, pupils blind eyes. Suddenly, he grinned.

Carl noticed that there was still something hanging from the corner of his mouth. The bloody shape looked like a snake's tail, and it was still wriggling, causing Karl's hair to stand on end. He quickly turned his head, and as he turned his head, he saw several long venomous snakes thrown under the wall. However, they were all soft and flat bodies, and those were snake skins that had been peeled off.

That big man really feeds on venomous snakes. Carl's legs were weak, he was retching and almost all the food in his stomach was vomited out.

What's the matter? "A floating voice suddenly sounded, the unique tone of which was the voice of Astimus, but Karl couldn't capture the source of the sound. He had a strange feeling in his heart, as if the sound was coming directly from his heart.