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In the room, Mary, who had just fed old Hank medicine, quietly approached her husband and mother-in-law, listening attentively to the noise outside with bated breath.

When the word "witch" faintly reached their ears, Mary and the other two turned pale at the same time.

A chill rushed up my spine to the top of my head, and all the hair on my body stood up.

In the Loran plane, "wizard" is a taboo and terrifying word.

Whenever noble lords declared that they would deal with "wizards", it often meant the beginning of a catastrophe.

Those who are unlucky are never those who possess mysterious powers, but always the ordinary people who are unarmed.

Once someone is accused of being a "witch", his relatives, friends, and even just neighbors may be cruelly punished.

No one knows whether there is a "wizard" lurking around them, but they all know one thing -

As long as the nobles say yes, the ones who will suffer will definitely be the poorest people like them.

On the street outside, the city lord's well-maintained face showed no emotion, and he only gave orders to the captain of the personal guard beside him in a deep voice:

"Go get another one of those crystals."

He wanted to see with his own eyes how this thing disappeared.

The captain of the personal guards did not dare to delay and immediately responded.

He swept his sharp eyes over the tightly closed doors and windows around him, selected one at random, and kicked the shaky wooden door open with a "bang".

The captain rushed in with big strides. After taking two steps, he stepped on several hard objects and almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

Looking down, I saw several transparent crystals scattered on the ground.

The captain of the personal guards twitched his mouth and bent down to pick up the crystals.

He looked up and saw that everyone in the house was huddled in a corner with their hands raised high, with obvious fear and obedience on their faces.

This is really... easy money.

The captain of the personal guards wiped the crystal on his relatively clean lapel, turned around and walked out quickly, presenting it respectfully to the city lord.

The city lord took the crystal and looked at it carefully.

The crystal felt cool to the touch, with a unique texture, and there was a line of tiny words faintly engraved on it, which was obviously a person's name.

Could it be that the so-called "wizard" is really that powerful?

Not only can it take objects from a distance, but it can also create something like a magician's identity certificate?

The city lord's mind was full of thoughts and suspicion.

Just as he was lost in thought, he felt his palm become slightly empty. The crystal that he had just held in his hand actually disappeared out of thin air!

The captain of the personal guards, who had been staring at this side, suddenly changed his expression and reacted almost instantly. He turned around abruptly and rushed back to the house he had just been to.

When he rushed in, he just saw the back of the man of the house crawling towards the corner using his hands and feet.

And on the ground at the door, there were several more identical crystals.

Obviously, in order to save their lives and suffer less, this family has engraved cooperation into their bones.

But this time, the captain of the personal guards did not intend to just take the crystal and leave.

He grabbed the man by the collar, lifted him up from the ground like a chicken, dragged him outside like a dead dog, and threw him heavily in front of the city lord.

"Please spare my life... Sir, please spare my life..."

The man collapsed to the ground, shaking like a leaf in the wind, and kept begging for mercy in a low voice.

In the narrow slum alley, the atmosphere was extremely depressing. Apart from the man's pleading, almost no other sound could be heard.

Countless pairs of frightened eyes were peeking at this place from the cracks in the door, windows, and shadows in the corners.

Their numbers clearly far outnumbered those of the soldiers, but no one dared to move, let alone think of resisting.

The city lord looked down at the humble poor man at his feet and asked in a cold voice:

"Tell me, what's going on with this crystal? What was in that iron box before?"

The man was frightened by the city lord's emotionless gaze and tremblingly told everything he knew.

With shaking hands, he grasped the crystal and waved it towards the nearest wall, summoning up a strange and unfamiliar picture of light and shadow.

As soon as the interface popped up, a flashy "Invite friends to get cash" pop-up window jumped out impatiently.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across the man's face, and he hurriedly turned it off.

He carefully displayed the dazzling array of goods on the platform, trying to explain to the city lord and Bart the true purpose of the crystal.

The city lord and Bart's eyes were instantly attracted by the goods with exquisite pictures and incredibly low prices.

Greedy light flashed in the eyes of both of them at the same time.

Salt, sugar, cloth, ironware...even some medicines and magic props they had never heard of!

If we can get these things and resell them to other cities or even other kingdoms... the profits will be unimaginable!

But is all this true?

Could it be a trap set by that "wizard"?

There was a dangerous light in the city lord's eyes, and he stared at the man on the ground.

When people are under extreme fear and high pressure, their instinct for survival can often stimulate extraordinary potential.

The poor man felt the undisguised murderous intent in the city lord's eyes, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind.

He suddenly remembered the pop-up window that he had hastily closed just now.

The man's movements were filled with a hint of hesitation and desperate madness, and he clicked on the interface again.

He raised his head and said to the city lord cautiously in an almost flattering tone:

"Sir... Respected Sir... I... I have a way to let you get a crystal like this!"

There was a gleam in the city lord's eyes, but his face remained expressionless, suspicion and greed intertwined in his heart.

He glanced at the man on the ground, then looked at Bart who was eager to try next to him, and he made up his mind.

"You," the city lord raised his chin and gestured to the captain of the personal guards on the other side, "get one."

The man's heart was in his throat, and he whispered to the captain of the guards to click the invitation button.

The captain of the guards frowned, stretched out his finger and tapped the empty projection.

Almost at the same time, a brand new crystal emitting a faint glow appeared out of thin air in the hands of the captain of the personal guards!

The crystal was cold to the touch, and the captain's name was clearly engraved on it.

At this moment, not only the city lord, but even the soldiers acting as background figures widened their eyes.

It turns out...it's true!