Dunke heard the news outside the butcher shop and stopped buying the food. He ran back quickly with a basket to report the news.

Ge Zheng had only one last question left. After answering this question, the large tube of gold coins was his. "Master..." Dunke was slamming the door crazy outside, and Ge Zheng frowned: When he was in the laboratory, Dunke never disturbed him.

The priests bowed their heads and walked into the dark and damp hut one by one, and shook their heads one by one. The priest priest of the shaman Supreme Heavenly God Cult came in the last time. When they came out, the old snake orc shook their heads and said, "Master Lord, this is not a plague, it is a curse of dark alchemy, but its harm is not less than that of the plague..."

The Lord of Stroka was not stupid at home, so he quickly ordered: "Immediately invite all the alchemists in the city to me." Then he ordered a guard behind him: "Go to the mansion and invite Mr. Angela and the others."

Angela is the seventh-level alchemist who was nurtured in the city lord's mansion. With his level, he is naturally not a good person on the mainland. However, in a small border town like Wangshan City, he was treated like a countryman. The climate here is humid and warm, and it is like spring all year round. Another city lord is diligently caring, so Angela simply stayed and refused to leave.

In recent years, she has been pampered and has become prosperous. She is white and fat, and looks like a bit white. With the help of two soldiers, Angela came panting. "I wonder what orders are there for the city lord?" Angela was still very knowledgeable, knowing that Count Stokka treats him well and is doing what she is doing to deal with scenes like today.

Needless to say, Lord Stroka, naturally someone explained the matter to him clearly. After Angela heard this, a trace of haze floated on her white and fat face: the curse of Dark Alchemy! Anyone can practice Dark Alchemy, but to reach the point where she can release the alchemy curse, it must be achieved at a level of a level nine master or above.

Angela knows the best how much she has. When she walks in, it’s really a meat bun to beat a dog...

When Lord Stroka saw him hesitant, he couldn't help but glar at him fiercely. Angela sighed, hardened her head, closed her eyes and walked into the room.

Just as he entered, all the alchemists in the city were driven by guards and came to the slums. Even the poor old Hans did not escape.

Ge Zheng looked cold and said that the city guards had suffered his losses, but no one dared to offend him.

When Ilmeida saw Ge Zheng, his eyes lit up, quietly drove the horse to his side, leaned over and whispered: "It's Gorfa..." Ge Zheng looked up suddenly, and saw that Ilmeida's eyes were also red. The noble girl nodded sadly. Ge Zheng looked up at the sky and sighed in his heart: The child who was still alive a few days ago was a cold body on the bed a few days later. He clenched his fist in his sleeves!

Although many people have come in this room, no one dares to touch anything in the room. The layout of the room is very simple, with rough wooden tables and chairs, and two beds in each corner. The children are in the southwest corner and the adults are in the northeast corner. The room is very quiet, and the adults and children are covered with quilts, as if the family has not yet woken up.

Angela walked up to her, the bed was cold, and the person lying on it was obviously dead for a long time.

The fat white alchemist covered his nose and lifted the quilt to check it carefully, breathing a long sigh of relief.

"Master Lord, I have found the source of the curse." Angela walked out with the doll in her hand and said proudly: "It's this thing. As long as we destroy this thing, the curse will disappear."

The heart of the Lord of Stroka was finally relieved: "That's great, Master Angela, please do it immediately and destroy this ominous thing!" "Okay!"

Among the crowd, a man in a robe quietly pulled down his hood and blocked his face. The moment the long hood fell, a smug light flashed in his eyes.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!" One of the group of alchemists who were forcibly driven out.

Ge Zheng felt that this matter did not seem to be that simple. Doll and the dark alchemy curse were combined together, and a word gradually emerged in his mind. There was a very unpopular book in the think tank, which once recorded a dark alchemy item: a disaster doll!

Stokka muttered, "It's you again." In Wangshan City, there are not many people who dare to disturb the city lord's lazy life. Ge Zheng happened to have such a great feat. Angela glared at her little eyes: "Who are you?"

Ge Zheng was wearing the certification badge of a level 6 alchemist, and Angela felt that she could shake the majesty of her senior in front of this kid.

"This doll cannot be destroyed." As soon as Ge Zheng said, the mysterious man who was about to leave just now stopped, turned around and walked back.

"Boy, don't think that you are a level 6 alchemist and it's really a shortcut to becoming famous by challenging the seniors' conclusions, but you also need to have the strength." Angela deliberately wiped his certification badge. Unfortunately, Ge Zheng didn't even look at him, as if this fat white pig did not exist.

He said to the city lord: "This doll is called a disaster doll, it is a very profound dark alchemy curse. It spreads curse, but it is not an ordinary curse object. Because it is not only the root of the curse, but also the antidote to the curse."

"All nonsense!" Angela jumped out and interrupted him: "Sir, this kid is just talking nonsense. I have never heard of the curse artifacts that are cursed antidotes. Lord Earl must not believe him. I think he has ulterior motives. Maybe this time the curse is his!"

Between a level six alchemist and a level seven alchemist, everyone would obviously believe the latter. For a moment, everyone's eyes were gathered on Ge Zheng, full of vigilance. The guards of the city lord's mansion also secretly surrounded Ge Zheng.

Lord Stroka snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Catch him, lock him up first, and wait until we break the curse before we judge him."

The guards were about to rush forward, and suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!" Ilmeda squeezed his legs and the horse's belly. The black horse underneath stepped forward a few steps and drove alongside the city lord's mount. Ilmeda said a few words in his father's ear. Stokka frowned and looked back at his daughter, who nodded at him.

Stokka waved his hand and said, "You retreat first." The guards retreated, but Angela was anxious: "Sir, catch him quickly, he is a criminal. If you give him freedom to return him to freedom, he will cause greater harm!" Ilmeda snorted coldly and said to him: "Mr. Angela, I wonder if you are interested in competing with this gentleman?" Angela was stunned and pointed at her nose in disbelief and said, "I? With him? You asked a level seven alchemist to compete with a level six alchemist. Impatience, Miss Viscount, you are questioning the entire alchemist!"

Ilmeda was not scared by him, and smiled calmly and said, "Do you dare?" Angela was furious: "Dare you, I am a seventh-level alchemist, are you still afraid of him!"

Ilmeda smiled cunningly: "Okay, you two will compete in one game. Whoever wins will prove that whoever has higher attainments will be better, and we will listen to our opinions."
Chapter completed!