There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

She didn't pack much, just some tissues and emergency medicines, so she quickly found the thick book of spells.

"Let me look for it... Curse spell... Curse... No, no! I'm looking for someone..."

After dipping her fingertips in a little saliva, Talina started rummaging through the candy store in front of the Tin Man without any hesitation.

You won’t believe it, but after searching for a while, she actually found a few spells related to finding people.

"Curse·Riddled with Holes, Curse·Plagued with Diseases, Curse·Overcome by the Mad Dragon... Why are they all curse spells..."

Looking at the bold and enlarged characters, Talina instinctively felt that something was wrong.

I always feel like... something bad will happen after using it...

Especially the last one, I always feel that after using it, Muirseth will suddenly appear in front of her, holding two knives and spinning like a small top, and every knife he cuts is a real hit...

Um... No, no! Look again!!!

Shaking her head to get rid of the strange thoughts in her mind, Talina continued to search.

At the same time, as the sound of Talina turning pages of a book rang out, the tin man who was holding a hamburger and smelling it in the shop behind shuddered and looked up at Talina's back.

More precisely, it was the book in her hand.

Although the specific style cannot be seen, the unique atmosphere is...

Lich stuff?

It’s not just an ordinary lich!

Suddenly, the tin man on the stool flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the hamburger in his hand fell onto the table.

"Spell...spell..."

Talina, who was still looking for some gentler spells, suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in front of her, and then a dark shadow enveloped her.

Without any hesitation, the hand that was just pressing on the book instantly came to the recorder case hanging on the waist, and his finger pressed a raised button on the box.

You Yan, who was stored inside, instantly bounced out and landed in Talina's hand. Then, Talina pulled him and placed him on the shoulder of the black shadow in front of him.

The whole process didn't even take a second. It was a completely subconscious reaction. By the time Talina could see the face of the person in front of her clearly, the blade had already cut the other person's collar.

"Mr. Tin Man?"

Looking at the tin man with a solemn expression, Talina just felt it was ridiculous.

How could a robot head possibly have such a solemn expression?!

But she just "saw" it, not with her eyes, but with her "thinking".

Her mind understood everything about the person in front of her. It was a small spell she subconsciously cast in a panic - insight.

A minor spell that even the lich had little interest in.

But she accidentally caught a glimpse of the true face of the person in front of her.

"This book... belongs to the lich?"

Not caring about the knife that was less than a centimeter away from his neck, the Tin Man's eyes were fixed on the book in Talina's hand.

Those yellowed pages, with a cover made of giant beast skin, this kind of "luxury" thing could probably only be done by the liches.

"You mean this? A friend of mine gave it to me. Why? Does Mr. Tin Man know him?"

Watching the changing expressions on the Tin Man's face, Talina put the knife back.

Realizing that things might turn around, Talina shook the book in her hand.

"Come in, it's not convenient outside."

After confirming that what Talina had in her hand was genuine, Xiren realized his gaffe, coughed awkwardly, and walked into the store first.

Talina followed without suspecting anything.

As soon as I entered the room, the tin man standing by the door reached out and closed the door. However, there was a light on in the room, so it was not completely dark.

"That's... a lich spell. Was it given to you by the Lord of the Lich's Court?"

Sitting back in his seat, the Tin Man immediately revealed the origin of the book in Talina's hand.

"I don't know if he's the Lord of the Royal Court. I only know his name is Fremont, and he's the Wizard King's teacher."

"That's it, would you mind showing it to me?"

Without too much decoration, the Tin Man seemed to have taken off his disguise and directly asked Talina for the spell book.

Hearing this, Talina hesitated.

The change in the neighbor's attitude was really too fast, which made her begin to doubt the position of the detective in front of her.

"Okay, I was too impatient. It's rare to see someone of the same kind, so I was a little excited."

Sensing Talina's resistance, the Tin Man restrained his emotions, tried to calm himself down, and adjusted his mindset.

Just now it was Talina who needed help from him, but now the situation has been reversed and he is the one who needs help from Talina. The contrast is quite huge.

"similar?"

"Well, you might not be able to tell from my appearance, but I... am actually a Sarkaz."

Since he was ready to reveal his true colors, the Tin Man simply stopped hiding it.

"So... you're also a lich?"

Looking at the metal "mask" on the Tin Man's face, Talina asked suspiciously.

"No, I'm not a lich."

"Banshee?"

"No, and not really."

"Goliath?"

"No, ma'am, don't guess."

Waving his hands, the Tin Man said helplessly: "I have forgotten what race I am. It has been too long and my brain has become a little rusty."

"Except for knowing that I'm a Sarkaz, I don't remember anything else. Otherwise, I wouldn't be staying in Columbia, right?"

"Then how do I know if what you said is true?"

"I have a way to prove it."

"any solution?"

"The book in your hand."

Volume 9: Chapter 10: Old Grudges

One thing Talina noticed was that the Tin Man's tone was very polite.

Whether it was the first time they met or now when he took the initiative to come to him, Xiren always kept a low profile.

But when the Tin Man saw Fremont's spell book, he immediately became a different person, just like the customer who had been communicating with him in a friendly manner suddenly became his next-door neighbor.

Although the tone was still a little unfamiliar, there was no longer that sense of alienation.

"Forget it, let me do it. Although it takes a little effort, it will make both of us feel relieved."

Seeing that Talina was still unwilling to let go, the Tin Man guessed her concerns and stopped asking for the spell book in Talina's hand.

He sat up straight, the brim of his hat pulled down by inertia, the metal on his face reflecting the color of the light, looking like...

A charlatan?

Forgive Talina for thinking this way, she really couldn't find a more appropriate word than "charlatan".

The tin man sat on a stool, muttering to himself and gesturing with his right hand.

As he began to move, strange and unpredictable magic lines continued to appear in front of him.

"Is this... a lich's spell? No, the veins are different."

The moment she saw the line, Talina immediately connected it with lich magic, but then she shook her head and denied her answer.

The lines of a lich's spells are much thinner and more delicate than this.

But it was this move of the Tin Man that made Talina trust him more.

Although this is not a lich spell, it has many similarities with the lich spell, which is enough to prove the identity of the Tin Man.

"Well, Mr. Tin Man, you..."

Talina put the book on the table and waved her hand to indicate that she had some trust in the Tin Man, but the Tin Man ignored it.

The spell in his hand has already taken shape and has been injected with enough energy.

The spell book placed on the table began to emit faint purple light, which began to flow towards the spell outlined by the tin man.

The two combined to form a purple vortex about the size of a human head. The vortex floated in the center of the table, suspended between Talina and the Tin Man.

Suddenly, the chaos inside the vortex disappeared, replaced by a smooth "mirror". On the other side of the mirror, an old man with a goatee and wearing a safety helmet was looking over curiously.

It was the old lich Fremont who had returned to rebuild Kazdel.

"Projection spell. It seems you have quite a talent. I originally thought it would take you two years to master this spell."

On the other side of the mirror, Fremont, holding a shovel, nodded calmly, but the joy in his eyes could not be hidden.

He knew that Talina had great talent, but he didn't expect it to be so good. How long had it taken her to learn the projection spell among the advanced techniques?

Half a year?

How long did Otto take to learn it?

Oh, a week, that's fine.

"Um... I'm making pretty good progress, but... Mr. Frémont, someone else cast this spell."

Scratching the side of her face, Talina moved out of the way, allowing the Tin Man to appear in front of Fremont.

"A dead soul, it seems like he's doing well?"

On the other side of the mirror, Fremont stopped shoveling the soil, leaned his hands on the handle of the shovel in his hands, and narrowed his already small eyes into slits as he looked at the Tin Man.

Being experienced, he saw through the Tin Man's true identity at a glance, even though there was a layer of magic between them.

"It seems you sensed the book and absorbed a hint of my aura, using it as a medium to open it?"

Not only that, he even saw through the Tin Man's spell and even the medium of the spell was clearly stated.

"This is what I left for that child, but you used it. Tell me, how should I compensate you?"

Without giving the Tin Man a chance to speak, Fremont took the initiative in a few words.

"As for the compensation... I will provide a satisfactory payment. I am here only to prove my identity and... to see what Kazdel is like now."

Looking at the old man opposite with a face covered in dust, the Tin Man did not look down on him at all, even though Fremont was dressed very dirty and did not seem to be in line with his status.

But the Tin Man knew that the old man in front of him was the current guardian of the Temple of Knowledge and the Lord of the Lich King's Court.

This is the fundamental reason for his "reverence".

"Kazdel is doing fine now. Those old guys are locked in the boiler and are screaming and wailing. Every day when I go over there, they always start arguing."

"But you... the dead soul actually appeared in the outside world..."

"It was just a fluke... In that case, I won't say much more."

Noticing the other party's probing gaze, the Tin Man hurriedly walked away.

It's like being burned by fire...it's really painful to think about it.

It was burned for hundreds of years.

"Mr. Frémont..."

Now that the Tin Man had left, it was natural for Talina to take over.

Looking at the Tin Man gesturing blindly across from her, Talina realized that she would most likely get the clues she wanted.

"Well, it's pretty good, comparable to those Ursus warlocks, although a bit slow."

After taking a closer look at Talina, Fremont saw the faint magical fluctuations emanating from Talina's body and nodded with satisfaction.

"By the way, this guy can be trusted. If he cheats you or sets you up, just give him a call. We're short on fuel right now, so using him as a replacement for a while will be just as good."

Although he didn't know what Talina was doing, Fremont still stood up for her.