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Two dark-skinned, burly, muscular, androgynous-looking humans appeared in front of the crowd. They were standing between the silver Dragon Whelp and Viscount Fitch\'s men.

"Who are you?"

"Are you trying to ruin my happy occasion?"

I am Viscount Feige of cheek city. My father is a Duke, and has been on good terms with the royal family for generations. If you want to go against our Feige family, you\'d better think twice about your own abilities.

Seeing the two uninvited guests who had arrived with the wind, Viscount Feige\'s eyes flickered and he brought up his family background.

"If you come after me again, you\'ll have to bear the consequences."

With that, the wind rose again and formed a tornado, directly pulling the young female Warlock and the little silver Dragon into it. The two suspicious humans who had suddenly arrived here disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Viscount Feige was stunned as he watched the tornado leave.

what are you waiting for? quickly cast a spell and chase after them.

After he came back to his senses, he hurriedly said to his own spellcaster.

young master, I\'m afraid that the other party\'s strength far exceeds ours. They must also have their eyes on the young dragon and the ignorant girl from the other world.

"It\'s better not to provoke such an unknown powerhouse."

"They can kill all of us at will."

The spell caster said in a low voice with a serious look.

Just by looking at the momentum of the tornado as it swept through the dense forest, the spell caster could feel the chasm-like Gap between them. It was already a great fortune that he was not casually killed. How would he dare to take the initiative to chase after it?

"Unlucky."

"You\'ve wasted my time. Let\'s go back to the city."

Hearing that he had unknowingly stepped into hell, Viscount Feige was shocked. On the surface, he was cursing, but he pretended to be unconcerned to hide his fear.

Immediately.

Viscount Feige led his men back to his residence.

Along the way, they met many people who also had their eyes on the girl and the Dragon, but they were obviously unable to catch up with the targets that were taken away by the tornado.

"Hey, young man, what\'s wrong with your face?"

As he walked, before he reached cheek city, Viscount Feige suddenly heard the spellcaster\'s cry of surprise.

"What do you mean by what happened?"

As he spoke, Viscount Feige took a step forward. However, for some reason, he suddenly felt a deep sense of exhaustion.

The caster took out a mirror and handed it to Viscount Fitch.

Through the reflection of the mirror, Viscount Feige saw his own face.

His young and handsome face was covered in wrinkles and they were increasing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Viscount Feige\'s skin was also withering slowly, becoming dull and flabby, with age spots all over.

He was terrified and felt his scalp itch. He reached out and touched his hair.

With just a light touch, the lifeless hair in his hand was pulled off.

"Ah, what\'s going on?"

"Quick, save me!"

Under the influence of the curse formed by the power of time, a young creature at the prime of its life experienced a slow aging process that was visible to the naked eye. This was undoubtedly a form of torture to both the body and the mind.

The spellcaster hurriedly took out all kinds of magic potions for detoxification and treatment, and gave them to Viscount Fitch to drink. At the same time, he constructed spells that could exorcise, heal, and remove curses.

However, all of them were useless.

As time went by, Viscount Fitch felt that his vision was becoming more and more blurry, and at the same time, he felt the pain of aging coming from all over his body. Even the most basic of movements were trembling and required all his strength, like a withered old man who was about to die.

However, his brain did not age, and he could clearly feel these painful changes.

Other than his brain not aging, Viscount Feige also felt that the time around him seemed to have slowed down. Every minute and every second felt like years. His mind was sharp, but his body did not listen to his commands. He could only experience the heart-piercing torture brought by this irreversible gradual aging.

.............

On the other side of the dense forest, hundreds of kilometers away from Tschick city, near the edge of a town.

Hu!

The strong wind that was sweeping in from afar gathered and turned into four figures on the ground.

There were two tall, androgynous-looking, and extremely muscular humans, a petite and weak female Warlock, and a rare silver Dragon Whelp.

"Who are you, and why did you bring me here?"

The young female Warlock was still in a weak posture, hiding behind the silver Dragon Whelp, and asked in a slightly fearful manner.

The two tall humans looked at each other.

One of them, who had a calmer temperament, glanced at the young female Warlock and the silver Dragon Whelp, and said in a soft tone without any malice, " this place is already more than 400 kilometers away from Tschick city. Those villains who have their eyes on you in Tschick city shouldn\'t be able to chase you all the way here.

"Ah?"

"What villainous disciple? Are you talking about those people just now?"

The young female Warlock still looked confused.

"It\'s not just that,"

After a pause, the other person spoke to the young female Warlock in a gentle tone, " this world is not as safe as you think it is. There are always evil people with bad intentions everywhere. Once they find a suitable prey, they will swarm over.

"A young Warlock like you, who has just come out of the world and is not on guard against the outside world, is the fattest lamb in the eyes of the evil."

Looking at the silver Dragon Whelp, the man continued, " especially when you\'re acting so ostentatiously and don\'t know how to keep a low profile.