The black mage was immersed in all kinds of books in the study. Dean also used his x-ray vision to look at all kinds of books. But he could only see the reverse side or the side side, which made it very difficult to distinguish. But this inadvertently made Dean more proficient in the x-ray vision ability. He was able to penetrate through the pages.
The night deepened.
The black mage seemed to be a little tired. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It was getting late, so he immediately closed the book, got up and left the study.
At the moment, the young masters and ladies in the castle were asleep. Count Barrett was also asleep. The black mage went down the secret staircase to the underground research institute. He selected a few instruments from the sixth room on the first floor and went to the fourth room on the second floor. The plump woman whose chest had been replaced by strange tissue was lying there. Her neck and arms had blue and black veins could be seen. The strange tissue on her chest was gradually encroaching on her body.
The black mage looked at her and was very satisfied. He turned to the side and took out anesthetic and other things to inject into the sleeping plump woman.
The moment the injection happened, the voluptuous woman woke up in shock. She opened her eyes and saw the dark mage as well as the anesthetic in his hands. Instantly, her face turned ugly and a little hopeless. She gritted her teeth and said, "You sinner, the glory of the Berne King will punish you!"
The black mage chuckled: "Unfortunately, he has been dead for more than two hundred years. Otherwise I would really like to use his body for research. I heard that the first batch of kings took the road of evolution outside of magic marks. All of them were fighting geniuses. Unlike today's nobles, they are just a group of pigs who only know how to eat and drink. At least pigs can be slaughtered and eaten."
"The thing I regret the most is that I persuaded him to accept you!" The plump woman gritted her teeth.
The black mage smiled: "I left the most precious thing to you because of the kindness of the past. Otherwise you would have been thrown into the mass grave like garbage and disposed of like those experimental subjects."
The plump woman wanted to say something but felt her tongue was numb. The anger in her eyes suddenly turned into fear. She knew that the anesthetic effect had played a role. Once the whole body was anesthetized, she could only be at the mercy of the devil in front of her.
The black mage noticed her strangeness and laughed: "Be a good girl and sleep. So many years have passed. Why struggle? You should have accepted your fate long ago."
The voluptuous woman bit her lower lip. The pain stimulated her senses, but her brain still felt dizzy and sleepy. She couldn't stop it.
"This environment isn't bad." Right at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
The sudden voice caused the two of them to jump in fright. The black magician and the voluptuous woman turned their heads at the same time and saw a young man dressed in linen clothes appear in the laboratory. Although he was dressed in ordinary linen clothes, they could still feel the young man's tall and straight temperament. His disdainful gaze made it seem as if his every movement was dignified.
The plump woman was in a daze. Judging from Dean's attire, it was obvious that he was not a black mage's subordinate. But how could a villager suddenly appear here, and so suddenly!
The moment the black mage saw Dean, his pupils slightly shrank. He quickly took two steps back. His muscles tightened and his bones moved. He slowly adjusted his posture and coldly stared at Dean. "Who are you?"
Dudian indifferently said: "Don't you remember me after eating my food?"
The Black Wizard was startled, and suddenly said in shock, "You're the newly recruited chef? You, who the hell are you? What's your purpose in coming here?! "He shouted, but his heart was a little nervous. Was his whereabouts exposed? The young man in front of him had a tall and straight temperament. He had a dignified and masculine aura, and could quietly appear here. His strength was extraordinary. Most likely, he was the law enforcer of the Temple.
Dean felt the old man's vague trembling and tension in front of him. He smiled and said: "These are the questions I should ask you. You have done so many things behind Barete's back. He shouldn't know about it. You have betrayed him and done these forbidden experiments here. Tell me, who is behind you?"
He had wanted to continue observing for a few more days to familiarize himself with the Bourne family and this mysterious dark mage, but he realized that there was no meaning in continuing to observe. He had more or less found out what he needed to know. As for the rest that he didn't know, he would need to spend several times more time to find out from the clues. Interrogation was the most direct and convenient method.
The black mage's face slightly changed. Dean's words seemed to be a tacit agreement. He knew that he couldn't give up today. His mind was spinning rapidly, thinking of a way to escape. Although he was not afraid of Dean in front of him, but if the other side sneaked into the Bourne family to capture him, it meant that his whereabouts had long been exposed. Most likely, there were other law enforcers outside.
"These damn beasts!" He secretly cursed in his heart. His eyes turned, and deliberately said with a fierce face: "Less nonsense, smelly boy. You dare to break in here alone. You are dead!"
Dean indifferently smiled: "It seems that it is necessary to make you obedient."
The black mage sneered. Just as he was about to open his mouth, his pupils suddenly shrank. He only felt a sense of danger like a viper climbing up his back. His whole body was numb, and his hair stood up. He hurriedly retreated, but it was still too late. In front of him, Dean suddenly magnified several times. Pa! He felt a buzzing sound in his head. His cheeks were burning, and there was incomparable pain. His neck was somewhat sprained.
The black mage was startled, but quickly reacted. He suddenly growled, and his whole body was covered with black mist. His body was transformed into a devil.
Pa!
There was another crisp sound.
The dispersed mist stopped abruptly, as if it was dispersed by a slap!
The black mage's cheeks twisted to the other side. There was a bright red palm print on both sides of his face, and the hood on his head was slapped off.
"Obedient?" Dean quietly looked at him and asked.
The black mage's brain was somewhat confused. After a while, his scattered thoughts gathered again. Looking at Dean who was close at hand, his pupils shrank: "You, who the hell are you?!"
"If you are not obedient, I am the Grim Reaper who takes you away. If you are obedient, I am your king!" Dean's voice was very calm, as if he was telling a very ordinary thing.
The black mage was startled for a moment, and suddenly said: "You are not the Temple's law enforcer?"
Pa!
A crisp sound.
The black mage's face tilted to the side. After two seconds, he reacted. Anger rose in his eyes, and he angrily stared at Dean. But when his eyes met Dean's calm black eyes, the anger suddenly subsided. He just gritted his teeth and said: "If you like to humiliate me, then come at me!"
"I am not interested in humiliating an old man." Dean indifferently said: "It is not your turn to ask questions, so don't blindly ask questions, so as to avoid looking for trouble for yourself."
The black mage gritted his teeth, swallowed his anger, and did not speak.
Pa!
Another crisp sound.
The black mage's mouth overflowed with blood, and his eyes almost spurted out fire: "What the hell do you want?!"
"I didn't ask you to be silent, I asked you to answer my question. I don't want to repeat it a second time." Dean indifferently said.
The black mage trembled in anger as he thought of Dean's original words. He had been humble in his life, but that was when he was in his twenties. It was because of those humble experiences that he wanted to become strong, thirsted for strength, and thus embarked on this road.
Since he set foot on this road, he had not been humiliated. He had long been accustomed to the superiority of controlling other people's lives. He did not expect that today it would be like being beaten back to its original form. This was pure humiliation and crushing. Compared to the Temple's law enforcer who forced him to hide from place to place, his anger was stronger!
After taking a few deep breaths, the Dark Wizard slowly suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a low voice, "Barete knows about all these experiments. I didn't hide it from him. Everything I did was legal and I received his permission. I was only hired by him."
"These things can't be made by you alone. Where did you buy them? Do you often meet with your peers?" Dean asked.
The black mage whispered: "I bought these instruments from a black shop. I studied them alone. I don't look like people from the Institute of Magic."
Dean nodded slightly, turned around and walked in front of the plump woman. The effect of the anesthetic was so strong that it had spread to her whole body. Her eyelids drooped, her head could not move, and she could not even speak. At this moment, her eyes were repeatedly rolling, as if she was struggling, but also as if she wanted to convey some information to Dean.
Dean saw that she wanted to speak. He knew that she wanted to reveal a lot about the black mage, but he was not in a hurry. He looked at the black mage: "Is there any antidote for anesthesia? Give it to her. I think she should know a lot about you. After all, you are old friends, right?"
The black mage's face slightly changed, but he reluctantly smiled: "There is no antidote for anesthesia here. The effect of anesthesia is too short."
Dean didn't force the black mage. After all, he didn't know about the drugs. Blind intimidation would reduce the effect of intimidation. He immediately ordered: "Let's go to the third floor." Then he turned and walked in front. He took the lead to open the door of the laboratory.
The black mage looked at Dean's back in front of him. His eyes flashed, and a black mist slowly emerged from his body. The moment Dean opened the door, he suddenly accelerated and dashed toward Dean's back like a black phantom.
Whoosh!
The silver light flashed as a sharp blade pierced out.
Puff! The silver light turned into an arc and bounced back into a full moon.
A long black blade tail rose up like a viper. The tip of the tail was glowing with cold light. It was slightly swaying like a viper. It seemed that it had eyes that were looking at the black mage.
The black mage's face was covered with scales. He was forced to take action halfway through his demonization. He was worried that Dean would notice him in advance. His arms had been demonized, but at this moment, one of his arms had disappeared along with his sleeves.
On the ground behind his feet, there was a demonized arm. It was covered with black scales. The fingernails were extremely long, like sharp daggers.
"Do you have a grudge against me or against your own hand?" Dean's indifferent voice came. His words almost made the black mage faint. He covered his broken arm. The pain was too much for him to make a sound. He was angry, but more frightened.
Previously, when he was controlled by Dean, he felt that it was because he didn't enter the demonic body. But at this moment, in the case of the demonic body, his strength had doubled, and his vision had become much stronger. Because of this, he was able to see the gap between his strength and Dean's. The sharp tail blade appeared almost instantaneously. The speed of the demonization was incredible. It must be known that the power of the magic mark stimulated the cell tissue to mutate. There was a process, and it would take at least a few seconds. But this terrifying tail blade appeared in an instant, not even a second!
What kind of demonization speed was this?
Feeling the tail blade getting closer, the black mage hurriedly replied, "I, I didn't mean it. I have a grudge against my own hand." He felt a little embarrassed when he said this.
"But I did it on purpose." Dean slightly tilted his head and glanced at the black mage. "Which part of your body do you have a grudge against? Tell me at once, and I'll avenge you."
Feeling the cold air emitted from the tail blade, the black mage's face turned blue. He dryly said, "No, no more."
"Is it really gone?"
"Really … no more."
The tail blade behind Dean's spine quickly retracted. The speed was so fast that the black mage didn't see it clearly. But when the tail blade was completely retracted, he saw that Dean's pants were intact. The tail blade was sticking out from the gap of the pants!
His eyes widened. In the moment of his sneak attack, he actually had time to let the tail blade go around the upper edge of the pants? What kind of calmness was this?!
He felt that he could roughly estimate Dean's strength. It was at least abyss level. Thinking of this, his heart was like dead ashes. He silently followed behind Dean and didn't wait for an opportunity to sneak attack. He felt depressed and stupid. Since Dean dared to leave his back to him, he naturally had taken precautions and deliberately waited for him to attack.
Sure enough, after doing experiments for a long time, his combat experience was as stupid as a pig's.
The black mage sighed in his heart. He used his robe to wrap the wound on his broken arm. Soon the bleeding stopped, but the pain was still spreading. Fortunately, it was within the range that he could endure.
The spirit guards distributed on the second underground floor were a little stunned when they saw Dean swaggering out. They didn't see anyone pass by, but looking at Dean's appearance and dress, it was clear that he wasn't a prisoner here.
However, when they saw the black mage following behind Dean, the spirit guards didn't step forward to intercept him. They tactfully turned a blind eye to him.
Seeing that the spirit guards around him didn't move, the black mage was so angry that he almost vomited blood. The enemy sneaked in and you didn't see him, but now he was swaggering in front of you, and you still acted like you didn't see him? Are you all blind?!
Secretly angry, the black mage thought that if there was a chance, he must replace this group of trash.
At this time, Dean had already led the way to the third underground floor. The spirit guards here saw Dean and the black mage together, but they didn't move.
Dean came to the front of a laboratory. The door was locked. He slightly leaned to the side and glanced at the black mage.
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