Luther looked thoughtful. It seemed that this Latin, Will, was not in cahoots with the evil wizard, but was being controlled.

In this case, Luther needs to be more cautious in dealing with Knight Will.

"I'm about to go in. Can you assist me with magic?" Luther turned around and asked.

"Wait a mininute."

Mr. Tel fumbled in his pocket and took out a round bead the size of an egg, which was glowing green and as dreamy as an emerald.

“………..”

Then, Mr. Tel recited a spell, which lasted for about five seconds. Finally, a hazy green light came out from the bead and enveloped Luther.

"Brute force!"

Mr. Tel let out a long breath.

Then he explained to Luther: "I am a wizard apprentice. Although I can use magic, I can't cast it instantly. This brute force spell is only effective for ten seconds." The casting time is long, and the effect is short. This is the style of a wizard apprentice.

Luther had nothing to say about this, ten seconds was enough.

Feeling the surging power in his body, Luther burst out the earth fighting spirit in his body, and rushed towards the three people who were fighting like a cannonball.

The two family knights had rich combat experience, and they entangled Latin and Will tacitly. Luther clenched his fist and hit Latin and Will's chest fiercely.

With a "bang", Latinwell's chest sank visibly, and Luther also heard the sound of his ribs breaking.

Then Latinwell fell to the ground, and the impact caused a big hole in the hall floor.

"Although we have the wizard's brute force, this power is too great." The two family knights looked at Latin and Will, who were lying on the ground, gasping for breath like a dead dog, with some disbelief.

Their impression of this next generation of Pompeii Knights was limited to that of a business genius. Even when they hunted the poisonous acid lizard last time, they later learned that it was Luther who used it as bait and it took the strength of three knights to kill the poisonous acid lizard.

This time they realized that this next generation of Pompeii Knight was no weaker in personal bravery, and might be able to compete with old Thor when he was young.

As expected of Pompeii's bloodline.

The two family knights sighed deeply.

"Is there any magical fluctuation?" Luther turned and asked Mr. Tel.

"In the basement." Mr. Tel closed his eyes and felt it for a while, then said.

"Knight Brazil, please keep an eye on Latinwell. Knight Miss, please come with us." Luther said.

"Yes." The two family knights responded, and then the Brazilian knight stayed behind to look after Latin, Will, and Knight Miss, the user of Thunder Fighting Qi, followed Luther and Tel to search for the basement.

Soon after, Mr. Tel opened a secret mechanism, revealing the door to the basement. Luther and the other two walked in.

The basement slowly extends downwards in the form of stairs. As you go down, you will be shrouded in darkness and the air seems to be getting a little chilly.

The knights had night vision. They saw the white air in the air and knew that the chill was not an illusion.

Soon after, the three of them arrived at the basement together.

This place seemed like an ice cellar. The ceiling, walls, and floor were all covered with a layer of frost. But this was not what made Luther feel creepy.

Instead, there are six ice sculptures standing in this basement. Each of these ice sculptures is in the shape of a round column, pure white and transparent, which is not weird.

The strange thing is that inside each pillar, there is a naked body of a woman.

The women's expressions were extremely painful, as if they had suffered unimaginable torture before death, and their bodies were covered with marks from claw bites and pinches.

They were obviously violated and abused during their lifetime.

The only thing that made Luther feel a little relieved was that Miss Ruth was not among the six women.

Before this, Luther judged that Miss Ruth was probably in great danger.

"This is the effect of the magic circle. The magic power operates automatically and can maintain the cold environment here, so that the bodies of these women will never rot."

Mr. Tel said in a deep voice.

What a cruel person must be to do such a thing.

"How about it, is my art beautiful?" Amidst an elegant laugh, a handsome man came out from behind an ice sculpture in a wheeled vehicle.

The man was about thirty years old, very handsome, with a particularly good temperament and an aristocratic elegance.

But judging from the way he appeared, he was a disabled person.

Luther would not look down on disabled people, but for the guy in front of him, Luther wanted to break even his hands.

Such people should not live in this world at all.

"You call these works of art?" Luther said in a tone that was colder than ever before.

"That's right. Look at the pain on their faces. There is a hint of joy in the pain. Isn't this the most beautiful work of art?"

The handsome man looked at his work happily and showed an intoxicated look.

Luther no longer wanted to communicate with this guy, because this guy was a real pervert.

Judging from the layout of the surroundings and the words of this guy, there is probably no deep meaning behind this matter, it is just a pervert doing whatever he wants.

"Where is Miss Ruth?" Luther asked bluntly.

"Miss Ruth?" The handsome man froze for a moment, then suddenly realized and said, "You mean the beautiful noble girl?"

"I let her enjoy it for a while, then burned it and planned to make another work of art. After all, I was a little bored of making the same work of art too many times."

A strange smile appeared on the handsome man's face, exactly the same as the strange smile on Latin and Will's faces just now.

"What did you say!"

Luther was shocked and found it difficult to accept this result.

Because he had judged not long ago that Miss Ruth was in great danger, and without seeing the ice sculpture of Miss Ruth here, he had hope again. But now, the guy in front of him gave him despair.

My heart is beating fast.

"Be careful of his charm magic." Mr. Tel exclaimed, his face very ugly, and cast a spell instantly, which means that the mysterious wizard in the wheelchair in front of him is a real junior wizard.

"Fireball!"

"Ice-sealing technique!"

A look of joy appeared on the handsome man's face, and he cast two spells in succession.

As the magic power surged, the air in the basement became colder, freezing Mr. Tel, Luther, and Knight Miss instantly.

Mr. Tel was only an apprentice wizard and did not have the ability to cast spells instantly. He could only feel his body gradually getting colder in despair, and even his blood seemed to be frozen.

Knight Miss tried hard to explode the thunder and fighting spirit in his body, intending to dispel the cold. Of course it worked, after all, the knight's body was extremely strong.

But his ability to move was somewhat restricted.

The key point is that there is a huge fireball currently floating towards Luther.

"Knight Luther!!!" Knight Miss couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise, full of despair.

As a guard knight of the Pompeii family, the greatest humiliation for him is to watch the next generation of knights of the Pompeii family die here.

This is blasphemy against knights.

Miss didn't know if he would go crazy after Luther's death.

Knight Miss and Mr. Tel both regretted that their preparations for dealing with a wizard were too simple.

This action was too rash.

(End of this chapter)