Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

"The surviving forbidden magician told us that Yuan Bing is in the basement."

Angelia said quietly.

The captain nodded approvingly:

"Such efficiency is rare among your peers."

Five minutes ago, they broke open the door of the forbidden magic laboratory, and before they could do anything, they witnessed a weak blonde girl controlling two vines to quickly strangle dozens of forbidden magicians in the audience. The remaining people remained silent, while Angelia As if she hadn't heard, she glanced in the direction of the cabinet. A nearby teammate suddenly pulled out a bunch of keys from the location mentioned by the forbidden magician, and handed them to her.

Angelia took one more look at the man, thanked him softly, turned around in the face of the man's frightened eyes, and opened the door to the basement with a click.

The road ahead was dark. She summoned a ball of flame with her palm upwards, which instantly illuminated a large area. Then she lowered her head and looked at her feet, walking down step by step.

Several people looked at her back as she walked alone in the swaying firelight. They were stunned for a moment and then hurriedly followed her. The captain stopped behind.

*

In the basement, the round-faced girl looked at the scene in front of her and fell into silence.

The black-haired girl only took a glance and raised her hand to cover the eyes of the freckle boy next to her. The boy in school uniform and the blond girl hesitated. Rylander did not look at them anymore, but took the lantern from the boy in school uniform and walked away first. In front.

Several people followed him silently.

The further he walked, the stronger the smell of blood in the air became. Ryland heard the footsteps behind him getting messy, so he slowed down. Despite this, despite being careful, he accidentally stepped on a severed hand. The round-faced girl screamed uncontrollably.

The boy in school uniform kicked the hand away and looked at her with confusion:

"That's not what you did when you blew up the laboratory just now..."

The black-haired girl laughed sarcastically:

"Don't use levitation if you have the guts."

The blond boy echoed:

"And your eyes, did you use that child protection technique? The one that automatically mosaics the bloody images is too expensive."

The freckled boy had not yet pulled the black-haired girl's hand away from his eyes, but he seemed quite at a loss when he heard their discussion:

"Um... I'm not afraid of losing my hand. Can you let me go first..."

The black-haired girl looked at him and said after a while:

"Well, you asked for it yourself."

She slowly lowered the palm that was pressed in front of his eyes, and the freckled boy opened his eyes. Before he could adapt to the light, he first saw large swaths of scarlet.

Then, there were broken limbs and remains all over the ground.

Various corpses were hung in cell-like compartments on both sides of the road.

The corpse in the cubicle closest to the freckled boy was nailed to the wall. The flesh on the left chest and abdomen was cut out in one piece, and the limbs and head were missing. There was a severed hand behind the door of the cubicle. There is also a palm in the corner.

The freckled boy who had been prepared swallowed his saliva. He did not lose his composure, but his voice was several degrees lower than before:

"That's not what human experimentation is like... it's just pure abuse."

After receiving the gazes of several people for a moment, the freckled boy said weakly:

"My family members are members of the Forbidden Magic Control Association... They often tell me this when they are at home."

Several people breathed a sigh of relief. The black-haired girl hesitated for a while and finally said:

"The identities of the members of the Forbidden Magic Control Association and their families must be kept secret, otherwise it will easily lead to revenge from the forbidden magicians..."

The freckled boy looked at her and smiled:

"Yes, but I am the only one left in our family, and no one who knows how to take revenge is gone."

Unknowingly, he walked to the edge of the team, closest to the compartments, and used his body to block the unsightly scenes as much as possible.

The black-haired girl, who had always been calm and reliable, fell into a daze within a second after his words ended. The eyes of the others changed several times, and finally Ryland broke the silence:

"Are you Bennett? I saw your name on the invitation list for the martyrs of this year's Memorial Day."

Bennett said sheepishly:

"right……"

Another door appeared at the end of the road. Ryland took out the key found on the cabinet and opened the door. A data room appeared in front of him.

Everyone tacitly found a direction and started searching. For a while, the sound of "rustling" papers was heard one after another. Along with the sound of footsteps and low voices from time to time, the round-faced girl looked at the information in her hands and expressed doubts:

"What do these numbers mean?"

Bennett, who was closest to him, came over to take a look and said:

"It should be a password-protected contact information."

"What's the contact information?"

The round-faced girl touched her chin and started thinking.

Leland, who was on the side, took out a large pile of information from the shelf and put it on the ground, and replied:

"Human traffickers, sources of funds, targets of taboo projects..."

The blond boy raised his head with difficulty from the thousands of information and said:

"How many missing persons each year are related to the need for forbidden experiments?"

Ryland was silent for a while and shook his head.

Bennett said slowly:

"So the kingdom cracks down on forbidden magic not only because forbidden magic itself is harmful to users, but also because it can cause a series of social problems. The human body is an essential requirement for studying forbidden magic, and it is also a necessary material for manufacturing forbidden magic products. Even the least harmful taboo magic ritual requires the use of human blood. Where there is demand, there is a market. The greater the risk, the higher the profit. There will always be people who sacrifice the bottom line for profit."

Ryland raised the corners of his lips and said:

"Not everyone has a bottom line,"

He put down the extra information in his hand without much force, still maintaining a polite smile on his face, but did not hide the sarcasm and disdain between his eyebrows. He continued,

"No matter how dirty the things you touch are."

*

"Wipe it, it's too dirty."

Angelia handed the handkerchief to her teammate who had just finished vomiting while holding on to the wall.

The position of the light source changed as she moved, and the flames shook slightly. The pale girl let out a low whimper, and without turning her head, she stretched out her trembling hand to take the handkerchief and held it. After wiping herself clean, she turned around to say thank you, but all she could see was the back of the girl in her blond dress.

Someone helped her up, and they followed the teammate who was extremely calm. Angelia didn't wait for them on purpose, so they didn't even care about the limbs on the ground as they hurried on.

They finally chased them to the end of the road, only to see the blond girl facing them, holding a black box in her hand, holding a flame in the palm of her other hand, her hair hanging down from her forehead covering her face. A shadow.

"You, you already got it?"

One teammate seemed a little scared and didn't dare to step forward.

"Well, let's go."