"Haha, how can you tell at a glance whether he is a foreigner or not? How can you tell them apart?" Roy forced himself to remain calm and pretended that he was discussing the contents of the yellow paper with his companions.

He comforted Phil and Pasha with hidden meanings in his words, telling them not to be nervous or panic. After all, except for the local Byers, the other three were all Loen citizens, and did not have southern continent blood. Judging from their facial features, there was nothing special about them.

"But, but, this is an extraordinary event..." Pasha responded with a slight stutter.

This cannot be judged by common sense!

Roy's heart sank. He looked at the citizens who were slowly approaching with no expression on their faces, and shouted in a low voice:

"run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and ran towards the nearest street entrance, followed by Pasha and Phil.

As a local, Biles tacitly dragged on until the end, leaving his skin covered with a layer of illusory fish scales.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several citizens raised their double-barreled shotguns and fired forward.

Roy, Phil, and Pasha were all extraordinary people who were good at fighting. They changed directions from time to time while running, and sometimes they jumped together and rolled forward, successfully avoiding this round of attacks.

Then, under Pasha's guidance, they walked through the streets and alleys, escaped the pursuers, and hid in a dark place where no one was.

"What should we do?" Phil, who had lost one hand, asked breathlessly, "From the content of the announcement, we probably can't just leave this city."

"We need to figure out the rules and find solutions from them." Although Roy was also panicked, he forced himself to think calmly to prevent the entire team from breaking down emotionally.

Pasha glanced at Byers who was on guard and said:

"That notice board, was it there before?"

Byers nodded:

"Yes, although I rarely have the opportunity to go to the Town Square, but when I was drafted into the army, I assembled there and saw the notice board."

"There should be no problem with the notice board. Perhaps the two pieces of paper are the key. They can make the written laws have mystical significance." Pasha expressed her guess.

Roy immediately agreed:

"right.

"Besides, I suspect that those laws must be announced to be effective. If we can find a chance to tear up those two pieces of paper, the corresponding restrictions may disappear."

After hearing Roy's words, Pasha, Phil and Byers fell silent at the same time.

After a few seconds, Phil said with a tense face:

"Give it a try! If you are trapped in the city, even if you are not caught by the citizens, you may be punished by law for various reasons."

Although they are all extraordinary people, their sequences are not high. It is not a problem for them to deal with a few ordinary people, but it would be extremely dangerous to face the hostility of the entire city.

Roy, Byers and Pasha had all been on the battlefield to some extent, and they knew that hesitation was the most undesirable behavior at this time, so they made decisions one after another and agreed to Phil's proposal.

Led by the experienced "hunter" Pasha, the four of them made a long detour and sneaked back to the town square from another street.

At this time, the citizens who were watching the announcement were no longer here, and it seemed that they were searching the whole city for outsiders.

Looking at the notice board standing quietly between two gas street lamps, Roy and others approached cautiously, ready to escape at any time.

As they approached their goal, Roy suddenly thought of a question and asked in a low voice:

“Is destroying the announcement considered an illegal act?”

"In theory..." Pasha said after a moment's pause.

They then turned their attention to the notice board and read the crimes listed in Article 3:

“…

“8. Vandalism of public property;

“…”

"It's true." Biles blurted out.

Phil's face, which was already pale due to blood loss, turned even paler. He thought for a moment and said:

"What is the penalty for vandalism?"

This is just a less serious violation and the corresponding punishment is likely to be relatively light.

If this is true, Phil intends to take a certain risk and tear down the notice to end all this horrible and weird stuff.

"The first offense is caning." Just as Roy, Pasha and Byers were thinking about the answer, a voice came from behind them.

The four turned around in shock and saw a young man with an ordinary appearance wearing a black robe and a tall hat.

The man continued:

“If you do it again, your hand will be cut off.

"I don't know what a recidivist is."

"How do you know?" Roy asked with a frown as he held the hidden dagger vigilantly.

The young man smiled and said:

"I tried that, it didn't have any effect, the bulletin will be back soon."

"So, you were whipped?" Pasha asked in realization.

"Yeah." The young man nodded with a relaxed look, "However, because I also committed fraud, I was punished by having my hand cut off."

"Fraud?" Byers asked in confusion.

The young man smiled and replied:

"To put it simply, I did not personally destroy the notice, but instead brought a dummy over, and it was that dummy that was whipped."

As he spoke, he raised his right arm.

His wrist, like Phil's, had been cut very neatly, and the skin at the wound was pale and reddish, and seemed to be bleeding.

Suddenly, the broken end began to wriggle, and twisted, transparent worms crawled out one after another. They entangled with each other, overlapping layer by layer, forming a new palm.

During this process, Roy and the others did not feel the slightest bit of fear, because as soon as they saw those small insects whose details could not be distinguished, their minds became confused, their thoughts were all over the place, and they found it difficult to control their own emotional fluctuations.

Only when the palm was "covered" with skin and returned to normal did these extraordinary people recover and took a few steps back in shock, suspicion and fear.

The scene just now was beyond their understanding!

"By the way, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm a wandering magician." It was Klein who had just committed the crimes of fraud and vandalism.

He glanced at the four Beyonders and said with a smile:

"My best magic is to fulfill other people's wishes. Do you have a wish you want to fulfill?"

Hearing this question, Roy's spirits perked up, and he asked with greater hope:

"Can you please let us leave Beldan?"

"Of course, I will try my best to do this, but not now." Klein promised.

Then, he looked at Phil, whose hand was broken:

"He's finished with his wish, what's yours?"

"...Let my hand recover." Phil said tentatively.

"Okay." Klein turned his gaze to Byers, "Take out his hand."

After hesitating for a moment, Byers finally followed the mysterious man's instructions, took out the wooden box, and returned the palm inside to Phil.

"Come here." Klein said to Phil with a smile.

Phil plucked up his courage, holding the severed hand, and walked over.

"Tear off the bandages," Klein continued, "and put the severed hand back to its original position. I remind you, don't put it upside down, or you'll have to chop it off and start over."

Seeing that the other party was so confident, Phil gained some confidence. With a very distorted expression, he quickly tore off the bandage that was stuck to the wound, hissing continuously.

After he put the severed hand away, Klein took out a piece of white paper and moved closer.

Then he reached out and wiped the broken part.

Silently, the piece of white paper split into two, and Phil felt the pain disappear in an instant.

He quickly looked down and saw that the broken end of his left wrist was intact and there was no sign of having been injured.

Phil moved his fingers subconsciously and found that his flexibility had not decreased at all.

"Your wish has come true." Klein took two steps back and said with a smile.

"Thank you..." Phil responded a little dazedly.

Klein looked at the other two Beyonders:

"What are your wishes?"

Seeing that Phil's wish had really come true, Byers immediately stepped forward and said:

“I want to know where my family is now.”

Klein swung his left arm and took out a silver mirror with an ancient pattern. He lowered his head and smiled:

"What's the answer to that question?"

On the surface of the mirror, water light floated, and silver words stood out one after another:

"Beldango Lorin Cemetery..."

When Byers saw this, he stretched his neck and his heart sank. An intense sadness and loss emerged uncontrollably on his face.

The next second, new silver words jumped out from the water:

"...the grave-keeping hut."

...This means... Byers turned from sadness to joy and said sincerely:

"Thanks."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of two questions:

How many people can live in a gravekeeper's hut? How many gravekeepers can there be?

His family is definitely more than just two or three!

Byers' expression changed from gloomy to bright, and then he fell silent again.

This prevented him from seeing the problem that appeared on the silver mirror:

"Great Master, am I answering kindly enough?"

“Yeah.” Klein nodded imperceptibly and turned his gaze to the remaining lady.

Pasha thought for two seconds and said:

"My wish is that you protect us until we leave Beldan alive."

She found that Roy's wish just now was very problematic, because those who left Beldan might not be alive.

“Smart.” Klein praised with a smile, “Your wish will come true.”

"Then what price do we have to pay? I mean the reward for watching the magic." Pasha asked hurriedly.

"Your wish itself is the price." Klein replied briefly, and then asked thoughtfully, "If you clearly know that something is fake, but you are willing to use it subjectively, then it should not be considered a scam, right?"

Roy and the others were puzzled after hearing this. After thinking about it carefully, they shook their heads and said:

"Definitely not."

“It’s actually a game between the two sides.”

"Voluntary behavior with clear knowledge is definitely not fraud."

"Absolutely not."

After listening to the four people's answers, Klein smiled:

"Very good, this is the perception of normal people."

As he spoke, he reached forward with his right hand a few times, dragging out a female figure wearing a simple robe and long black hair.

That was the historical aperture image of Arianna, the abbess of the Night Monastery.

Klein glanced around and saw nothing unusual, so he smiled and said to the projection:

"Ma'am, what happened?"

Arianna's eyes moved slightly, becoming deep and deep, making people feel peaceful from the bottom of their hearts.

He said in a calm tone:

"The Patriarch Larion of the Church of the God of War has fled, and I am tracking him."

Arianna paused and said:

“After I arrived in Beldan, I received a new piece of information.

“Intelligence shows that Larion took a sealed object with him when he escaped.

"'0-02'."

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