At night, the riverside near the Shale tribe was once stationed. Thanks to the long-term station of the Shale tribe, their former camp had not been re-hidden by grass, and the fire pits dug by the herdsmen and various abandoned or leftover supplies greatly reduced the difficulty of camping for several people. After leaving Batu and preparing the dry food they needed tomorrow, Cheese strolled alone to the riverside mentioned by Wu Qi in the name of investigation. The river here was not clear and turbid in the night, and only the rolling waves and the sound of water flow could indicate that it was still abundant.

Cheese looked at the water surface, with magical mist flashing in his eyes. If the parasite infected by the child of the Charles tribe did come from this river, then it obviously had an unusual place. Moreover, he doubted whether the parasites really came from the river directly. Cheese had heard people say that there was a parasite that would parasite in the ants at the beginning, and they would control the ants to climb to the tip of the grass and let the cattle and sheep eat them when they were eating grass, so as to complete the transfer of the host. When people eat parasitic beef and mutton, they would enter the human body.

The child's parasites were not big, but they could only be judged by their size to determine whether they hatched directly from the eggs. It was too arbitrary. As he heard in the example, the parasites that can parasites in the ants were obviously much smaller than those he found. Therefore, it is not certain that the origin of those insects is so simple. In addition to the growth process of parasites, cheese is also curious about their parasite range. Do they only parasites on humans? Or can other constant temperature animals similar to humans? Will they change their hosts? Will they be contagious?

Too many questions were interrupted before they were answered, and the mystery contained in the huge crack that devoured the parasite itself was not inferior to the former. The mage felt a little headache. He thought he would not encounter any difficult trouble before arriving at the City of All Laws. In fact, the same was true. If Lothar was not swallowed by the crack, Cheese would not need to continue to intervene in this incident. But now in order to find the count, he had to pick up all the clues he had already put down again.

"Hope is still too late, no, it must be too late." Today is the third day, and Cheese doesn't know what situation Lothar, who fell into the gap, has entered. But even if the count is only imprisoned, three days of water-cutting fasting is enough to kill a person. He is betting that he is very clear about this. He is betting that Lothar can hold on with his own strength until now, and he can save him. Although the mage is full of confidence in the count when explaining to others, he still feels confused and worried when facing the river alone.

The magic light in his eyes was extinguished. The gray robe did not see any shadows related to magic from the surrounding environment. This was consistent with the result when he observed the knot that replaced Lothar. Cheese had seen similar situations. According to his experience, when there was no magic reaction on those things that were obviously not right, it often only means one thing. That is, the existences that created or used them were not comparable to the level of wizards or casters, so compared to magic, those existences would use more rational power.

"Wet soul, flesh and blood tower, the mother of crypt, the mother of shadow..." Taboo names were read out from the mage, but he was not worried that chanting the names of these evil gods would attract their attention. The names of these existences were not so easy to call. Their sincere believers or those who are valued had their own ways to call them. Cheese recited these names, just hoping to find clues that might be related to the situation in front of him. But this was really not easy. Even the same evil god, because of their different postures, would use different names and different styles of conduct. Moreover, these styles are often contradictory and even contrary to each other. Because of the different incarnations of the same evil god, the two groups of people are hostile to each other and even kill each other. It is common for relying on experience to break the identity of the evil god to be no less difficult than carving traces on the boat to record the location where they fell into the water.

The words stopped. The mage no longer recited the blasphemous names, but closed his eyes and started to take a deep breath. The surroundings began to gradually become far away between the breaths of cheese until only his heartbeat was left in his world. Then at some point, the heartbeat sound disappeared. The lines of the chains appeared on the surface of the mage's skin, but compared with the past, the chains now look thick and thin, and the colors are different. This is because they were not made at the same time.

In the six years after the Rat Man plague, Cheese has also devoted a lot of energy to his true profession in addition to teaching Rat Man and taking into account his own magical research. However, this energy investment did not allow the mage to master more magic or ability applications. It only allowed him to accomplish one thing and have a deeper self-awareness. He was pursuing the person behind the name Cheese and pursuing the essence of his self. This is an indescribable process, and the result is the new chains on Cheese. These chains are not shackles, but on the contrary, they are mediums. The best cage to trap a wild beast is the beast itself, which was the truth taught by the Lord of the Gray Tower a long time ago. The chains on Cheese are also, and there is no external force to trap his inner energy unless those forces are part of him.

The gray robe covered with chain-like patterns on his skin slowly knelt down. He stretched out his hands and the two chains that winded down from his arms ended in the palms of his left and right hands. When he put the palms of his hands close to the ground, the chains on his body connected to the outside world. "Buzz!" The earth began to tremble at this moment, just like an earthquake when the crack appeared. However, this time, the vibration did not bring about changes to the ground, and its amplitude was not so intense. Of course, this may be because the source of the earthquake was deeper...

"It was an earthquake just now!" Batu said to the mage as soon as Cheese came back, although he knew that the mage must have felt something.

"It's just a small shock, maybe it was the aftershock a few days ago." Cheese replied casually, making people unable to see the connection between him and the small earthquake. "By the way, do you know where the downstream of the nearby river flows?"

"Underground." The boy said without hesitation, "Many rivers on the grassland are like this. I don't know when a spring suddenly appears, and a stream forms, and several streams converge into rivers. The rivers will flow back into the underground at the end of them. Almost every river is diverted every year, so only tribes that migrate to the same area many times can grasp the changing laws of water sources. What's wrong?"
Chapter completed!