"Peter FASA... I remember you as an apprentice to Baudelaire, didn''t you?"


    Looking at Peter standing in front of him with his hands on his back and a baby face, holding his forehead and desperately remembering, verro Bellini finally remembered his identity and frowned: "what are you doing in my laboratory instead of looking for your mentor?"


    "Thank you for remembering me, but I have completed my studies under the name of mentor bodrell. I am a real wizard rather than an apprentice under the mentor."


    Peter FASA, with a nervous expression, smiled timidly, and the remaining light of his pupils kept looking at the "laboratory" - silver-plated octagonal chandeliers hung on the ceiling. At his feet were velvet carpets that were soft enough to step on without sound. The nanmu bookcases on both sides also scattered faint fragrance, and each book was brand-new, like waxed.


    Of course, there are a desk made of black walnut, a sterling silver candlestick and a Heather pipe next to the cut tobacco box, two oil paintings, a pair of transparent glass wine sets and a bottle of eboden''s peach wine on the granite fireplace.


    In general, this room is more like a study with boundless luxury than a wizard''s laboratory - Peter FASA was lucky to have been to master freswalker''s laboratory. Compared with verlo Bellini, it is like a beggar''s shack in the south of the city.


    "One day is your mentor, and all your life is your mentor. This is the rule of the nine pointed star wizard tower." every time when it comes to this matter, vello Bellini''s face will show some pride - no matter whether it is Baudelaire or other wizards, as long as there is Alto, a talented apprentice, they dare not show any contempt in front of themselves.


    "So... Peter FASA, Padawan of Baudelaire, what the hell are you doing here?"


    "Well, that''s right!" Peter nodded quickly. "Just about half a day ago, Ayn Rand begged me to ask you something..."


    "Ain Rand?!"


    Verlow almost jumped out of his chair when he heard the name. From the audit and evaluation to the van steno of the crutches, he was even forced by his apprentice to apologize to the damn hick... Every time he remembered it clearly.


    Even in the nine pointed star wizard tower, even the bastard Baudelaire has never humiliated himself again and again like the Hick named Ayn Rand. Just thinking of that face makes him gnash his teeth and want to tear him to pieces!


    Even if he knew in his heart that he couldn''t do it at all.


    Just a few minutes ago, he got the news from some of his apprentices that the rustic lottel suddenly disappeared and was not in his laboratory at all. This made verlo Bellini ecstatic.


    Sure enough, he had something to do with the crutches gang in the gutter lane, otherwise why did he leave in a hurry - he never thought what a big gift Alto prepared for him in the gutter Lane!


    But listen to Peter FASA''s tone... This guy doesn''t seem to have gone to the gutter lane, and he was going to ask himself a few questions?


    "Do you know where he has gone?"


    Looking at weierluo''s excited look, Peter nodded with some "fear": "we have an appointment to meet in the pub outside the college in the evening. Before that, he will go to freswalker manor first. It is said that he is looking for the master to do something."


    Freswalker estate, where is he going and what is he doing? Weierluo was stunned, and then suddenly thought of a possibility.


    Damn it, this little thing really saw through Alto''s plan. He didn''t intend to die in the gutter lane or stay in the wizard tower, but wanted to take refuge in master freswalker!


    One of the twelve elders of the nine pointed star wizard tower guaranteed him that even the influence of the Bellini family in the free Parliament was difficult to convict him, not to mention that master freswalker was also a member of the free Parliament.


    He must not be allowed to reach freswalker manor. He must be stopped before that!


    "When on earth did he leave?"


    "Just, just a quarter of an hour ago, I saw him leave." the sudden explosion of weierluo Bellini startled Peter, and even almost revealed: "he was riding a horse. He should be near the city gate."


    Although I guessed that weierluo would certainly react, I didn''t expect that it was so strong that a lot of prepared speeches were invalidated.


    How much did he hate the dark haired wizard?


    "Come with me, let''s go and stop him now!" suddenly got up from his chair and saw Peter FASA''s surprised face. Verlow immediately understood that he had said something wrong and quickly added:


    "I, I mean... No matter what problems ayin Rand has, since he plans to ask me, he shouldn''t bother master freswalker - not to mention that master''s usual research is so busy. It''s my honor to share his worries as a member of the nine pointed star wizard Tower!"


    "You are a good and kind man, your excellency verlo Bellini."


    Peter FASA, who was smiling and complimenting weierluo, nodded and flashed a murderous idea from the corners of his eyes.


    "... boom!!!!!"


    With a roar, blocking the front of the mercenary regiment, the highest old wooden house in the whole gutter Lane collapsed in the fire and turned into a pile of burning ruins.


    The purpose of the mercenary leader is obvious - as long as there is no commanding height and shelter, the difficulty of hiding the black haired wizard will double, and the rest of them just have to drive him out one by one.


    "This damned mouse has no hiding place, everyone get ready! The crossbow man blocks the periphery, and the others continue to advance!" the mercenary leader waved his long sword and shouted an order. He didn''t forget to put on his helmet to guard against hidden arrows:


    "Within a quarter of an hour, kill the chief culprit of the crutches gang in the gutter Lane! Again, life or death -- cut off his head and you bastards will never worry about food and drink in your life, do you hear me?!"


    His answer was a neat cry and a pair of hot eyes.


    "Attack when you understand!" roared the mercenary leader, "kill the damn black haired wizard as an animal!"


    As the voice fell, a queue of dozens of crossbow men separated from the center, climbed up the roofs on both sides of the gutter lane, watched the blind corners invisible to the people below from above, and controlled the remaining commanding heights.


    Mercenaries holding shields and broadswords and wandering Knights waving Knights'' long swords began to push towards the alleys on both sides - the gutters and alleys that had already been cleaned had no obstacles at all.


    Next, it''s a matter of time to catch the damn mouse. The mercenary leader smiled ferociously. Can this guy hide for a quarter of an hour or two?


    "Here, I found him!"


    A crossbow man hiding on the eaves shouted ecstatically, "chase him quickly, don''t let him run away! I found him, and you all have to testify to me that I found him!"


    In the excited cry of the crossbow man, the mercenaries and wandering Knights nearest to the neighborhood have rushed here and completed the front and rear clamping with the fastest speed. The crossbow men on the roof have pointed their crossbows at the open space in the alley.


    Oh, was it discovered so soon? The mercenary leader who noticed the trend showed some disdain on his face. He thought the other party could resist for a little longer.


    Sure enough, the "appearance goods" of these patrol guards are a group of waste snacks, which are useless at all - hundreds of people in ten teams were almost destroyed by a wizard, which is a shame!


    But the dark haired wizard didn''t seem to want to give up resistance. After the alley was completely occupied, he turned and fled into the house behind him.


    "Let the brothers withdraw, and then order the crossbows to light the house for me with fire oil!" the sneering mercenary leader waved to the Herald: "the battle is over. You can tell the good news to Lord Alto Bellini."


    "That..." the herald''s expression was a little embarrassed: "several wandering knights rushed in for the head of the black haired wizard, and then there were crossbows and other brothers... There were a lot of people!"


    These greedy fools, I shouldn''t have told them about the reward!


    The angry mercenary leader was just about to roar at the herald when a red light suddenly came into his sight——


    "Boom --!!!"