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"Can you give it back to me after you finish your research?" the witch asked unwillingly.

"Maybe." Glenn answered ambiguously.

After reaching the second floor, the elf butler just glanced at the witch and then continued with his work.

It didn't matter what people or things Glenn took out of the basement, she just had to do her job well.

"Back! Back!" The bald parrot rushed out of the house impatiently and shouted on the quiet street of Bayek.

Glenn turned to the witch and said, "You can go back to your home and prepare. I will go find your enemy later."

The witch just stared at Glenn for a few seconds, then nodded and left the room without saying a word.

After Glenn and the others walked away, he told Deng Ruier, "Remember to tell A Duo that I might be back late, and she can play next door for a while."

"Don't worry." Deng Ruier nodded, hesitated, and suddenly asked:

"Do we need to notify the farm? Gotaya and the others are almost done with their training today."

"Whatever, do as you wish." Glenn waved his hand.

He strode towards the old man's house and soon returned with a cylindrical container.

That was the container containing the head of the Chernosalk, and he had to find a way to deliver it to the Holy Spirit Family.

Back in the bedroom, Glenn placed the container on the desk and took out the precognitive mask from the bibo fruit.

I tapped the mask's forehead with my knuckles, and the mask slowly opened its eyes and said in a decadent tone:

"What's wrong? Mr. Werewolf, I'm very weak now and can't help you in any way."

"You haven't recovered in such a long time? Are you kidding me?"

Glenn looked skeptical.

"Mr. Werewolf, you know I can't lie. I really haven't recovered yet."

The foreknowledge mask said aggrievedly.

"How long will it take you to recover?"

"About one or two hundred years."

"What!?"

Glenn's eyes widened.

"High-end props like ours are very valuable. One or two hundred years is very short."

The Mask of Precognition Explained.

"Is there any way to make you recover faster?" Glenn frowned.

"Absorbing the blood of Gurestaf family members can speed up my recovery, but this family has become extinct. I can only find the descendants of foreign races with rare bloodlines."

The Mask of Precognition provides the method.

"Is the Gurestaf family so special? Why do we need their blood?"

Glenn asked doubtfully.

"Gurestaf is a descendant of an ancient god, so she is of course very special. Legend has it that in ancient times, drinking their blood would gain extraordinary power and become extremely powerful."

The Mask of Precognition said with a slightly agitated tone.

"It all vanished in the end." Glenn curled his lips, and his mind turned, "But for me now, it shouldn't be difficult to help you recover."

As soon as he said this, the foreknowledge mask seemed to know Glenn's plan and said:

"The curse will destroy my internal organs! You must not use the curse! Please!"

"What's your innards?" Glenn rolled his eyes.

"In short, don't curse me, it will break!" There was great fear in the tone of the mask of foreknowledge.

Glenn sighed, "There must be other ways. I don't believe there are only a few ways to recover."

The Precognitive Mask was silent for a while before reluctantly saying:

"We can also find a craftsman who can make artifacts. They will definitely know how to repair me."

"Like the corrupt believer?" Glenn thought of the slovenly Bayek resident.

"Yes."

The mask of foreknowledge was extremely resistant, because the craftsmen were almost obsessed with turning living props like it back into dead objects.

It could only pray that Glenn wouldn't let someone else erase its mind.

In front of the desk, a figure in the orange light was thinking.

Finally, Glenn said, "God should be able to do it, right? No, definitely."

I also have someone behind me now... he thought so in his heart.

"Where can you find a god to help you?" The Mask of Precognition thought Glenn was talking nonsense.

Having lost its power, it is now blind and deaf, unaware of what is happening in the outside world.

Glenn didn't answer, but put away the mask of foresight. The witch should be almost ready, so it was a good time to go and have some fun.

After a while, Glenn met the witch Doma at the entrance of an alley.

Doma changed his clothes. The classical robe he was wearing exuded a mysterious aura. It was obviously high-end and precious.

"Do you know where your enemy lives?" Glenn asked.

"Of course!" The witch was a little excited and spoke in a surprised manner.

She still feels it's a dream. After all the twists and turns, fate has finally given her hope.

Although there was a voice in my heart telling me that no matter how powerful the other party was, it was unlikely to succeed, I just couldn't help but believe it.

"Then please lead the way." Glenn stepped aside.

The witch hid her uneasy eyes under her robe and strode forward.

The bald cockatoo was extremely quiet on her shoulder.

Glenn, who was following behind, was thinking that if he killed the old townspeople in the town, it would probably cause quite a stir, and he wondered how the mayor would react.

There's no need to kill him, just half-dead him and hand him over to the witch. It's not someone else's business, right? I'm just being a caring person... Glenn thought.

Soon they entered an area with extremely severe fog. Glenn had never been to this place before. There were many ruins of buildings around, and a group of the mayor's pets lived here.

Then the witch Doma in front of me suddenly said, "The people living here are the most idle guys in the town. Since they followed the mayor and became famous, they have become more disgusting than those self-righteous nobles. They deserve to be assigned to such a stinking place."

"You know the town very well, as expected of someone of the same age as the old townspeople."

Glenn said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Humph, the old mayor is the same. He seems to be magnanimous, but he is indecisive. He actually let those evil guys go just because of a few words. No wonder he ended up like this!"

The witch now showed her venomous side. I wonder if she knew that the mayor had the ability to explore the outside world. It is very likely that the mayor heard every word of what she said at this moment.

"Are you familiar with the mayor?" Glenn asked tentatively.

"We met several times when he was still a mercenary hunting vampires. At that time, he was just a young boy who knew nothing. I laughed at him in my heart. Who would have thought that he would reach such a height later."

The witch couldn't help but talk more as she recalled the past, but as she spoke she realized that she wasn't familiar with Glenn and shouldn't behave like that, so she stopped talking at the right time.

"Go on, you're really keeping me on suspense." Glenn didn't notice at all. It was quite interesting to hear about these past events.

"We're here." The witch pointed to a strange building in front of her and changed the subject.