Ten days ago, the Magic Academy began to study a treatment spell that requires a large number of human organs every day. This research, which is an insult to the dead, is not suitable for daytime, as it would be easily known by most students, so it is carried out at night. Therefore, every night, Asa would pull a cart full of corpses and organs from the west of the city into the Magic Academy in the center of Wangdu.

  These past few nights' outings have really broadened his horizons. Having been in the capital for two months, he had never gone out at night before. He thought that every place's nighttime was like his hometown's, quiet and still, with only occasional chicken clucks and dog barks. If it was a moonless night, going out required bringing torches or lanterns to avoid stepping into water fields or falling and getting a bloody nose, unable to get up until the next day when someone would carry him back home.

  What lights up the imperial capital at night is not the moon in the sky, but countless street lamps. The lanterns and bustle of the taverns will continue until dawn the next day. Women dressed to the nines stand by the roadside, enthusiastically beckoning passersby, drunkards stumble along, occasionally rushing into a small alley for a bout of vomiting. Luxury carriages speed by, stopping in front of grand mansions, where aristocratic men and women get on or off.

  Here, people at night seem to have endless energy and money that can't be spent. Singing and dancing, wine, delicious food, banquets... they think of every way to stimulate themselves, to be happy, as if tomorrow is the end of the world, sparing no expense in exchanging all their lives for a bit of crazy pleasure tonight. Asa doesn't know why these people have such an illusion.

  However, he didn't want to explore either. Even though he walked on the same streets every day, he felt completely out of place here, as if he had stepped into a strange world ruled by unknown creatures. The people here also tried their best to ignore his existence, and even when some drunkards occasionally stopped him to cause trouble, they would immediately run away once they saw his face.

  Every day he returned from the Magic Academy very late. He had to wait for the research to end, and write down the organs and limbs to be used the next day.

  The location of the duke's mansion is not far from the Magic Academy. He passes by there every night.

  Xiao Yi has been back for half a month. However, the wanted notice is still in effect, and the search by the Imperial Guard of Wangdu has become a routine affair.

  Was it that she didn't explain to her father? Or did she also think I deserved to die? Did she know that her injury was actually caused by me? Am I going to be a fugitive for the rest of my life? Asa has been feeling very depressed lately.

  Yesterday's research went on for a long time, until it was finished at dawn. Asa took the list and pulled an empty cart, walking on the empty street. The entire capital city had only the area around the Magic Academy that was quiet. Those people were crazy, but they didn't dare to be crazy in front of the church.

  At a distance from the duke's mansion, he saw two luxurious carriages, and five men and one woman in elegant attire standing outside the carriages, making a noisy commotion.

  This was a common sight in the capital at night, and Asa didn't think much of it either, continuing to walk alone in the darkness. It wasn't until he got closer, with the help of the carriage's flame, that he recognized the woman.

  That was the one who had been seen in the convoy escorting Xiao Yi, next to Klaus, with a similarly smiling eyes, thin lips, and a similar appearance to Xiao Yi, probably her sister.

  Now her sister was wearing a luxurious and somewhat exaggerated outfit, with hair styled in an even more exaggerated manner, arguing with several young men who were clearly nobles by their attire. As they spoke, she seemed to be heading towards the duke's mansion, when Xiaozhu grabbed her hand, seemingly begging her. She turned around and continued speaking loudly for a few sentences, before slapping Xiaozhu's face with a loud crack. Xiaozhu was enraged, and the two began fighting each other.

  This is also a common scene in the imperial capital at night, where young nobles love to fight for no reason, probably because they have nothing better to do with their energy. This is also one of the characteristics of their lives. Asa continued to walk alone in the shadows on the side of the street.

  Xiao Braid seemed to be furious, and her hands were heavy. She was not like her sister at all, and she was knocked down by a few punches on the head. Several men next to her held her up, and Xiao Braid seemed to be the leader among these men, ordering them to carry her onto the car. The several men hesitated for a moment, and Xiao Braid shouted loudly at them.

  Asa had already walked to the opposite side of their street, and could hear clearly, Xiaobian said: "What's there to be afraid of? I'll take her now, can the Duke still eat me? Even if he makes a fuss, in the end, won't he have no choice but to marry this trash to me?"

  No matter how common the scene is, it can't be ignored. Asa suddenly shouted loudly: "Put her down, I'll go to the Duke's Mansion to call for help." Generally speaking, this kind of person is guilty and will run away in fright.

  But these several were not obviously the kind of people who could be said to be generally, and they did not think that they were doing anything wrong, so their hearts were naturally at ease. Xiaobian angrily shouted: "Who is it?" The horseman on the carriage waved a torch and said: "It seems to be the hunchbacked assistant of old Sanduru from the west of the city." Asa was now a celebrity, no matter what identity he had.

  Xiao Duanzi stumbled over, beckoning to Asa with his hand and saying: "Don't be afraid, come here, I'll tell you..." As he drew near, Asa caught a whiff of alcohol, and suddenly Xiao Duanzi pulled out a dagger from his bosom and stabbed it towards Asa's chest, shouting: "I told you to go call someone!"

  The knife stabbed halfway, and the little braid felt a tightness in his wrist. With a twist, his hand seemed to be gone. A sharp pain that he had never experienced in his life suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart to his throat, but a timely dull pain on his Adam's apple choked back the scream. In the end, he could only let out a humming sound similar to a pig being suffocated through his nose, and then fell to the ground convulsing.

  The first twist of the wrist was purely a conditioned reflex, and the second time he used his palm to cut at the throat was unavoidable. Compared to these few guys, he was even more guilty and afraid of being discovered by the Duke's mansion.

  Several other men were about to come over to help, but the drivers of two horse-drawn carriages shouted at them: "You're not their match, don't go over." The two drivers drew long swords from their waists and charged forward together.

  Asa took one look at the two carters' sword-drawing postures and knew they weren't ordinary carters. Dodging the two swords, the cripple couldn't pretend anymore, nor did he dare to hunch his back; he was using all his might to dodge and weave. These two were actually quite formidable swordsmen, probably Little Whisker's bodyguards or something.

  At last finding an opportunity, Asa rolled and crawled out of the encirclement of the two men with great difficulty, pulling off his cloak and throwing it at one of the swordsmen.

  The swordsman easily cut the cloak in two with one sword. Indeed, he was a very experienced warrior, without dodging or retreating. In this advantageous situation, the most important thing is to press the opponent tightly, not allowing him to breathe and adjust.

  After cutting open the cloak, the swordsman saw a red glow in front of him. Before he could understand what it was, the fireball exploded on his nose bridge.

  This is just a beginner's small fireball, the power is not great, it's just equivalent to several extra-large firecrackers tied together, it won't blow your head off, at most it will only shatter your nasal bone.

  Bang! The burst of sparks on the swordsman's face looked particularly beautiful in the darkness, and the swordsman also fell back with a beautiful backward lean.

  Asa picked up the half-cape on the ground and threw it at another swordsman. At the same time, he raised his hand, swung it, and loudly chanted in a spell-like tone. In fact, it was a curse word of his hometown dwarves. With his level, he couldn't use magic continuously.

  The swordsman hastily lowered his head, ducked down and rolled backwards with a clean and agile motion. As soon as he got up, he found that the half cloak had flown to his face, one part of which suddenly bulged out quickly and hit his chin. Then he clearly heard a crisp sound of bone fracture coming from there, a scream, and fell to the ground.

  He had actually knocked down two swordsmen like that, and Asa himself found it a bit unbelievable. For so long without exercising his muscles and bones, his movements were not the slightest bit slow.

  He walked past the horse carriage. When the flames illuminated his face clearly, several young men shouted: "Monster!" and scattered to escape.

  "Ah!" A shrill cry, the girl suddenly jumped out of the carriage and fled towards the duke's mansion. It turned out that she had not been knocked unconscious, but had been watching all along.

  Afraid someone would hear the noise and come over, Asa hastily picked up the cloak on the ground, pulled up the empty cart, and escaped into the darkness.

  The next morning, at the Duke's mansion.

  Christy completely reversed her habit of sleeping in until noon and got up early to have breakfast with her father in the dining room.

  She barely slept all night, going over that bizarre experience in her mind again and again, which was more stimulating than alcohol.

  Although the eye that was hit was still bruised, it did not affect her high and excited mood at all. With flying eyebrows and colors, she told her father about last night's strange experience: "Dad, you know those two bodyguards are skilled in martial arts, but under that person's hands, they were like children. That person waved his hand, and it was actually magic! He can also use magic, and with one move, he blasted everyone flying!" She straightened her body and exaggeratedly imitated the swordsman's falling posture.

  The Duke of Mulak frowned. He had always been opposed to his daughter's association with those idle young men, not to mention the trouble they had almost gotten into this time. However, he couldn't spare the time to educate his daughter himself now, and could only occasionally take the opportunity to lecture her, but at her age, especially with her temperament, it was clear that reason wouldn't work.

  "Then that guy went up and threw just one punch, and the other guy was down. Just one punch! Last time that guy helped us beat someone up and got cut several times, but nothing happened to him."

  "But when that person walked over, we saw his face clearly and the others ran away immediately. I was also startled and didn't know where I got the strength to run back myself. Because that person was really too ugly, so ugly!" Chris's emotions sank as she said those words "ugly", shaking her head in disappointment. Unfortunately, it was this very ugly person who saved her, rather than a handsome young man with golden armor and long hair.

  The Duke of Marlborough swallowed a piece of bread and picked up a cup of milk. He still had to let his daughter go out for exercise, see the outside world, and taste the sweetness and bitterness of life. After all, only by experiencing it can people really grow up.

  "This ugly person is really strange. When my sister just came back, he was leaning on my sister's car and trying to peek at her, at that time he was still a cripple with a hunched back. But last night, he suddenly wasn't crippled anymore, his back straightened up and he's actually quite tall, it's just too bad he's so ugly."

  With a "crack", the cup shattered in Duke Mlarak's hand.

  The duke slowly turned around and stared at Chris, asking: "What did you say? What about that person when your sister comes back?"

  Kris saw a look in her father's eyes that she had never seen before, and suddenly felt afraid. She said softly: "That man went to climb onto my sister's carriage, and my brother-in-law almost killed him."

  "Why didn't he make a move at the time?" The duke's voice was as if he were muttering to himself.

  "I don't know. I've heard many people say that the ugly guy is an assistant of an old man named Shan De Lu from west city. Last night, I also heard them saying so."

  The Duke of Muluo stood up and said: "Go with your sister, I'll be out for a while."

  Keris carefully asked: "Wait for sister's doctor to come, where are you going?"

  The Duke of Mulak wiped his mouth and quickly walked out of the dining hall without looking back, leaving behind a sentence: "I want to personally go thank this hero who saved my daughter."