The old magician nodded. "Judging from your narration and the contents of this journal, the wise rat man you met in Xigu city should be the back door left by the pharmacist without his master. This explains why in the subsequent events, we did not see such a rat man again. I think it must be that "he" noticed the existence of these special individuals and corrected the effect of the plague in time. "


    "Isn''t it something more powerful than me..." Thinking of the pharmacist who was not gifted enough to sell his soul to the devil, cheese shook his head incomprehensibly. All the mage could do in saronne was to eliminate the contagion of the rat man plague. If he wanted to give the rat man the ability to think again, he had to do it slowly as he did when Gloria was rescued. But the pharmacist, who didn''t even leave his name, did it. As a researcher, cheese was inferior to the other.


    Roland took a look at the mage. He didn''t know what cheese was sighing. "Now is not the time to say this. At present, our urgent task is to find the real "it". From these words, we can infer that it was "it" that first made a deal with the pharmacist and handed over the prototype of the rat man plague to his fellow. Only by finding this existence can we have a chance to get the original appearance of the plague. In the final analysis, the root cause of these chaos is still plague. As long as you can find a way to solve this damned curse, there is still a chance to recover everything. "


    The grey robed mage nodded. As long as he could get the prototype of the plague, cheese would be confident that rat man would be free from the state of no brain and blood. However, this "it" does not leave any trace of its work. If it were not for the words in this diary, I am afraid that the mage would not even have the method to know whether the other party is a person or an organization. What can such an opponent do to get him out of the shadow? Cheese frowned, thinking about possible solutions.


    "Knock knock" was silent in the living room, and there was a knock on the door in the corridor. Roland knew that the mage who was thinking was not easy to be awakened by such a small voice, so he raised his hand and motioned sparrow not to act rashly, and then rose from his chair. The old man put his big hat on his head and straightened out the folds of his clothes and walked to the porch.


    "What can I do for you, the old man?" The magician opened the door to reveal his half face and looked out. But when he saw the people outside, he knew his worries were unnecessary. In this capital city, few people, especially women, habitually wear a crow mask. Hill outside the door silent line a salute, although her long dress is a male style, but the female doctor''s figure can not easily cover up. If Wang Du was not in a state of panic now, I am afraid that such women would have attracted a large number of people with ulterior motives to invite female doctors for "a drink" in this harbor area full of vulgar sailors. Of course, if they can see the Dementor''s face and not be frightened to faint.


    "Good afternoon, Mr. Roland. I came here on the order of Ms. Amelia to find master cheese. I hope I haven''t disturbed you. " Generally speaking, as the leader of the Dementors'' family, Hill would not be so respectful to an ordinary person, although he would not be able to take the helm. But before the old man in the witch''s house, the figure has made the Dementor doctor from the bottom of his heart to admire the man behind the door. This kind of admiration has nothing to do with the strength of strength, it is purely respect for the elderly.


    "Excuse me? How come? Your voice always comforts the old man. Come in, doctor Roland opened the door and invited the other party to enter. In the previous events, the silent and decisive woman also left a good impression on the old man. At the very least, hill and lightning will be top of Roland''s list, to say who they trust most among the dark ones in Wangdu.


    The ogre walks into the porch and closes the door. "Just call me hill. You are older than me in terms of time of existence. " Roland picked up her eyebrows, took out his pipe from his sleeve and took a puff, "Oh? Yes, but I heard that your race can live... " "My race allows me to see the age of a person''s soul. You know, it''s often more accurate than physical age. " The magician was interrupted by the woman doctor before the magician finished, but Hill soon noticed his mistake and immediately bowed his head and said, "I''m sorry, I didn''t mean to spy on your soul."


    The old man took a puff of smoke, shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile, "don''t mind. It''s my fault to let you see something so old and ugly. Well, let''s stop standing here. Aren''t you looking for cheese? " Then he took the lead and went to the living room. Hill tilted his head, as if to say something, but in the end he didn''t say it. She felt that it was better not to ask some questions now, so the female doctor followed Roland silently and entered the room.


    After seeing someone follow the magician, the little sparrow instinctively ran back to the straw pile and hugged his knees, trying to reduce his sense of existence in this way. But his approach to hiding in front of a Dementor is obviously not right. "Sparrow, this is Dr. Hill. If you get sick later, you can go to her for treatment. " Roland pointed to the woman behind her pipe and said casually.


    Maybe it''s a child''s instinct. Although sparrow doesn''t know what kind of person hill is under his mask, he subconsciously hides himself in the straw after seeing the two dark glass eyes on the crow''s mask. To the magician, the child just nodded, and at the same time he made up his mind that he would never go to the doctor if he was not seriously ill.The old man didn''t care about the sparrow''s reaction. He signaled hill to be at ease and went back to the chair he had just sat down. It was then that he noticed that fergen, lying at the feet of Galanti, had no reaction since the Dementor entered the room, which made him wonder what the rock monster could do.


    Unlike Roland, as soon as he entered the room, Hill''s attention was drawn to clandy, who was lying under the blanket. She went up to the young witch and, after turning her head to the old man for a tacit look, carefully lifted the blanket and examined the condition of her health. "Ms. Amelia will be happy to see her daughter come back safe and sound." This is what the woman doctor said when she finished a simple examination and went to the chair. As for the two red marks on the witch? Vampire bite marks don''t leave scars, and if you don''t mark them, they will disappear quickly.


    "Looks like fergen knows you?" The old man asked the other party about his own curiosity. He doesn''t believe that cheese''s control of filgan will be biased, so the magic image''s reaction has only one explanation, that is, long before cheese owned the house, the female doctor was the "friend" in the eyes of fergen.


    "My family was unable to survive in this kingdom. It''s Ms. Green who funded us, so all of us will work for her and her daughter. " The Dementor replied not humbly. Indeed, although Dementors are not as common as ghouls, it is not common for them to integrate into the human world as naturally as the Dementors of the grey lion. But it''s much easier to explain if a highly qualified witch acts as their advisor.


    Roland took a puff at his pipe and didn''t go on with the subject. He glanced at the still thinking cheese and said, "it looks like our mage needs a little more time. Can you first tell me what Ms. Amelia called you for? "


    Hill didn''t hesitate. The old man in front of her was as credible as cheese. "Jason, Ms. Amelia got some new information from this traitor. She thinks cheese master should be interested in it. "


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