In the cloakroom of the suite on the left side of the second floor of Belldette Manor in Monferra, there is a row of white ghost mask and black robe sets. The white ghost mask has only three holes, which looks like a skull, and the black robe is wide and deep. Even if no one is wearing it, it is extremely scary just to put it there.

Suddenly, a black robe grew hands and feet and walked out, like a resurrected evil spirit.

However, he could not stand at all. After taking two steps, he lay directly on the carpet. He took off the white ghost mask, revealing a haggard and pale face. Sweat was oozing from the tip of his nose, and his cheeks were flushed from lack of oxygen. His breathing was shallow and rapid, making a "hahu hahu" sound. His whole body was so sore that he didn't even want to move his fingertips.

Impaired lung function, poor contact throughout the body... That damn girl! Apricot and orange! Go to the vet if you are sick! Don't let me meet you again!

This was the first time in all these years that the fraudster was so angry that he couldn't help but swear.

The more Igula thought about it, the angrier he got. It was the first time he met other magicians in the Continent of Time, and he ran into Harvey, an acquaintance. The two of them naturally teamed up to explore together, but he didn't expect to discover the Legion of Heroes and the Death Arena at the same time.

With so many lucky opportunities piled up together, it was like the goddess of luck was feeding him. Igula even wondered if he had used up all his luck for the future. When he got up to take a shower tomorrow morning, he would hit his head on the bathtub and die.

Although none of them have received orthodox magician education, no magician would be so stupid as not to investigate the intelligence of the virtual realm. In the virtual realm where one can only travel alone, the only person a magician can rely on is himself. Besides, the Death Arena and the Legion of Heroes are not a secret, so they naturally know something about them.

As soon as the trickster thought about it, he thought of using the Death Arena to trap and kill the Heroic Soul Corps. After hearing his whimsical and well-thought-out plan, Harvey's only comment was, "When are you going to find Ash to start a new business, reorganize the Four Pillars, kill the queen, and seize the throne? I'll just be the chief steward of the morgue for you."

The necromancer, who had long deleted the word "cherish life" from his dictionary, naturally would not object to taking risks, but things went unexpectedly smoothly - Igula hid in the coffin made by Harvey, and the arena treated the two of them as the same team, and teleported in the Heroic Soul Commander and a Thousand-Feathered Bird Dragon.

Although separated from the legion, the female commander was not at all panicked. She glanced at Igula and the other man and made a sword stance. The Thousand-Feathered Bird Dragon was covered with black armor and seemed to be strengthened.

But this was exactly what Iguerra had planned.

Since he and Harvey were teaming up, the Arena would naturally send a two-person team to fight them. Igula had long known that there would be an unstable factor. The combination of "Heroic Spirit Commander + Knowledge Creature" was the best development Igula had imagined.

Miracle: Control the mind!

This miracle can be said to be the most rigid impression and the most typical signboard of the outside world on the Psychic Faction - directly controlling other creatures and seizing control of the mind! The higher the level of the Psychic Faction, the higher the success rate!

However, this miracle actually has a very poor effect on intelligent creatures, because even if the magician does not deliberately study the mind faction, as long as the magician struggles in the society, manages interpersonal relationships, and experiences the warmth and coldness of human nature, it is equivalent to the practice of the mind faction, but the degree of quantitative change has not reached the threshold of silver qualitative change.

But for intellectual creatures who have no social life experience or even civilization, this miracle has a strong effect. The reason why Igula can thrive in the Time Continent is that he controls a large intellectual creature as a mount every night.

Even if he encounters a tribe of social creatures, Igula is not afraid at all. He can temporarily control one or two social creatures to cause civil strife among them, and then use the art of command to annihilate the tribe with a smaller force!

Just like now!

After taking control of the Thousand Bird Dragon, although the commander put on armor, he was completely unable to resist the siege of Igula and others.

Don't forget that Harvey also brought in a zombie giant jackal dragon that he made tonight. There were four command units in total. Igula had never fought such an easy battle since entering the virtual realm. He teased the commander and wore away the commander's armor miracle bit by bit.

As time passed, the commander became weaker and weaker, and the dawn of victory was opening its arms to them. However, Igula did not relax at all, but became more cautious!

He knew very well that this might be his only chance in this life, and he would never have the chance to kill the Heroic Soul Commander again. According to the principle of the virtual world that "the greater the risk, the higher the reward", the benefits of killing the commander would definitely increase his strength dramatically.

And strength is exactly what Igula lacks most.

Annan, Weaving Festival, Efaline Beldette... Although their personal safety is temporarily guaranteed, this kind of guarantee is a compromise, a charity from others, and more importantly, because they are still useful.

Igula does not fantasize about gaining the power to solve all problems because of the current predicament. He still loves the rules of the game and respects the order of the game, but the problem is that they are still pawns, and they are pawns used by Annan to cheat. Their safety is not protected by the game, and even if they die, it is only equivalent to reducing the loopholes in the game.

Igula just wanted more say, more bargaining chips, and more room to deal with An Nan, Yi Falin and the others.

However, among them, Harvey has a promising future but is in a bad state now. It is better to rely on the four pillars of God to have a change of conscience than to rely on Ash. Liz is useless except for being a drag and causing trouble. Igula can only rely on himself.

He has to rely on himself.

Killing the Heroic Soul Commander might be the turning point he is most likely to seize!

"Apricot and orange!" The fraudster gritted his teeth and hammered the carpet, then stood up with the help of the table.

Those two damn rotten rubber women!

Why did we have to form a team and enter the arena at that time!

Igula watched helplessly as the Heroic Soul Commander who was about to be killed by them patted his butt and left the arena, and was replaced by two fully armed female magicians!

At that moment, Iguera wanted to lie down in Xavi's coffin and die!

He had planned so many social engineering projects in Blood Moon and encountered countless unexpected cases of gangsters robbing each other, but none of them was as outrageous as this one - it was the first time that an impossible event with a probability of less than 1% ruined everything for him!

What’s even more infuriating is that they can’t beat them!

Although the Psion and the Necromancer were not good at encounters, they had two combat units, the Thousand-Feathered Bird Dragon and the Great Ferocious Jackal Dragon, at that time, and with the assistance of the two of them, their chances of winning were very high no matter how you looked at it.

However, when Igula wanted to collect some interest from the two female magicians to recover his losses, he was directly beaten by them.

The red-haired female swordsman had extremely terrifying explosive power, and coupled with their strange armor miracle, the zombie giant jackal dragon was directly torn into pieces, and Harvey could only reassemble the corpse to barely deal with it; Igula was even worse. The black and white female magician who was against him mastered the time magic spirit. Once the Trickster moved, he would move too far and actively crash into the attack range of the black and white female magician, who bound his whole body joints with silk threads and gave him a good beating.

Even if he surrendered and withdrew in time, Igula's joints, chest, and lungs were still affected. The injuries to the soul would be reflected in the body, and coupled with the fact that his magic power was almost exhausted, Igula felt like he had become a broken toy in the garbage dump.

"Heart as solid as a rock"!

"Iron Will"!

After squeezing out the last bit of his magic power to add mental buffs to himself, Igula felt that he could finally barely drive this machine with its screws loosened.

"No, it's almost seven o'clock..." Igula walked to the bathroom: "Hurry up and take a shower. I have to go to work... I can't let Yifalin deduct my money..."

First, fill a bathtub with warm water, take off your clothes with great effort, turn on the shower to wash your body, and then close your eyes to wash your hair.

The heel of his foot hit the bathroom stool, and this ordinary movement seemed to completely loosen a nut in his body. Igulla felt his knees suddenly disappear, and then his whole body lost balance and fell heavily on the bathroom tiles.

Bang!

The water splashed with a loud noise, as if it was also saying it hurt.

The Trickster was lying on the tile floor, the water splashing on him, there was shampoo foam in his hair, he was never as miserable as this even when he was arrested by the Blood Hunter before.

After a long while, he slowly sat up and looked down at the ground where the water was splashing. The water rushed onto his hair and slid down his facial features and hair.

"Why would there be an accident..."

“Why did we lose…”

"Why would we miss this opportunity... How could we miss this opportunity..." Igula bit his lower lip, looking at the ripples on the ground caused by the water droplets, his shoulders trembling slightly: "Maybe a magic spirit will appear to cancel our contract with An Nan..."

"Why this time..."

Squeak.

Igula suddenly heard the sound of the door opening and closing outside, and then the familiar sound of footsteps. He rubbed his eyes quickly, trying to make himself look less embarrassed.

Knock knock.

No one broke in.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Igula looked at the figure knocking on the bathroom door in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"If someone falls in the bathroom, they will notify others. Rich families always use their financial resources to show their humanistic care in places like this. Oh, it's great to be rich."

Igula glanced at the green indicator light next to the bathtub. It had detected his fall immediately and alerted others through the broadcast that there was an unlucky fraudster here and they should come and laugh at him.

"I'm fine!"

"You don't sound alright. Why are you crying? How old are you? You're crying just because you fell?"

The fraudster rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and quickly adjusted his tone and replied: "No, I just... had an accident in the virtual world last night, so there are some problems with my voice." Anyway, the abnormality of the body will definitely be exposed when he works later, so there is no need to hide it.

"What accident?"

"Can you please go away? I still want to take a bath!"

"I'm not coming in. You can chat and I'll chat."

Looking at the figure outside the frosted glass door, Igula suddenly understood something. With a complicated expression, he carefully sat in the bathtub, and the water level rose little by little until it submerged his chest and collarbone.

The warm water flow seemed to temporarily tighten the nuts of his machine, and his rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

"…I just missed a very important opportunity. Maybe I will never encounter it again."

"That's tragic, but I had a great time exploring last night."

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"No, but even if you missed the opportunity, you won't cry bitterly, right?"

"How come your rumors are escalating? Should I burst into tears next?" Igula said unhappily, "I just... don't see any hope."

"What hope?"

"Hope of turning the situation around." Igula's voice was a little low: "Annan, Beldette, Sennheiser, the Isu royal family, the Red Hat, and many more... There are only two kinds of people in Gospel now: those who want to kill us and those who want to use us. Apart from that illusory wish of the Lord God, I can no longer find any turning point."

"Can we really survive the Weaving Festival? Is there anyone in Gospel who can help us?" Igula looked down at his blurry reflection in the water. A drop of water fell from the end of his hair, splashing ripples. "Harvey only knows his Alice. You are also out of tune. I think about what to do every day... I really have..."

Since coming to Gospel Nation, the pressure on Igulla has been increasing day by day.

The "Art List" and "Family List" instantly made them the most talked-about doomsday stars. Igula was thinking about how to deal with the gradually deteriorating reputation every day, but there were Annan and Panji watching them. This disadvantageous situation with almost no way out had already exhausted the fraudster, and recently he fell into the hands of Beldette, making the family, which was already plagued by disasters, even worse.

The defeat in the virtual arena was almost the last straw that broke his psychological defenses. Igula felt as if the goddess of luck had lifted her skirt for him and then pulled out a pistol from her thigh straps and shot him.

He knew that complaining would not solve any problems, but he still felt wronged. In the past, he would never show weakness like this. The most important thing for a fraudster is to always maintain his image of being "well-thought-out". Once his image is broken, no one will believe his deception anymore.

Perhaps it was because his soul was hurt by the black and white female magician, or perhaps it was because he fell and fainted just now, or perhaps it was because there was still a frosted glass between him and Ash, but for some reason Igula started to dump the garbage in his heart.

"Why not listen to the gospel?" Ash suddenly said.

"ah?"

"Look, we are on the future list, which means that Gospel believes that we will definitely live to the future. At this time, we must believe in the power of the Omniscient Weaver and don't think too much. Gospel will help us."

Igula laughed in anger: "I won't say that the reason we appear on the list is because of deception...but the problem is, I don't appear on the list either!"

"So you have to believe in the gospel and trust us." Ash said, "According to our friendship, we are both suffering in the future. How can we let you stay in the past and enjoy happiness?"

"…Your way of comforting people is really special."

"I dare not comfort the psychic, but if you really need us to do something, Harvey and I will not refuse. Although we may not be able to keep up with your thinking, it is no problem to share your worries. As long as everyone is anxious together, you will not be so anxious yourself."

"Hmph, you still have the self-awareness to be a cloven-toed ungulate."

"The fraudster who fell down in the bathroom and burst into tears should stop being so arrogant... Liz?"

The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open, and Liz, wearing a white silk maid outfit, rushed into the bathroom. However, she slipped on the water stains on the floor, and fell to the tile floor with a loud bang. She slid to the bathtub, and her head hit the bathtub lightly, making a dull sound.

Ash: “…”

Igula: “…”

But Liz immediately patted her butt, ran to the bathtub and asked nervously: "Aunt Borkin, are you okay? Did you fall anywhere? Let's go find a healer for treatment?"

Igula was slightly startled, and when he looked up, he saw Ash's half-smile, as if to say, 'You are worse than a child.' His face slightly reddened, and he reached out to tidy up Liz's hair: "I'm fine."

Looking at the concern on Liz's face without any discount, Igula felt his heart melting like ice cream. Although he was still very angry when he recalled it, the depression and mania in the fraudster's heart seemed to be diluted with the bath.

He sighed: "Ash, it's not convenient for me to go to the restaurant later, please bring me some breakfast."

"No problem." Ash opened the Gospel and sent a voice message: "Xavi, send a breakfast to Igula's room."

By the way, can Harvey still move? I remember that he was cut in half by that red-haired sorceress...

At this moment, Igula suddenly noticed something. He held Liz's face and frowned.

"Why do I feel like I've seen you before, Liz..."

The little witch who felt a little guilty and the nervous sisters: "Σ(っ°Д°;)っ!"