I think you can't even imagine the happiness of a warlock.

Chapter 536: Never doubt the Industrial Church's ability to manufacture weapons
The journey to the deserted beach was not as beautiful as imagined. About half a month later, when a group of spellcasters woke up in their rooms, they found that they had entered the dead zone that occasionally appeared on the sea. ——Can't even cast half a spell.

However, when they found the crew and asked about the reason, they found that the employees who originally respected them had completely changed their faces and snatched away the spell books from the spellcasters without hesitation.

What I thought was a job abroad turned out to be a scam targeting mages, magic warriors and other spell casters who need spell books!

Not only that, after robbing the casters of their property, this audacious fraud gang even revealed that they would take everyone to an island in the Dead Zone and force the casters to recharge their magic items every day. Human battery!
However, when Captain Black of the tuna shipping company was counting the number of people, he discovered that the number of spellcasters caught on this trip seemed to be wrong.

"No, there is one missing. Where is the prophet named Chen Dengbuliso?"

At this moment, Chen Zhou's body has already embarked on a journey along the Gilded Road to the Dundarion Empire.

Those who traveled with the ship were just ordinary simulacra from the beginning, and they didn't even have the ability to cast spells.

The simulacra of the Elysian Coordinating Industrial Church, the simulacra of Blue Star investigating the mutation, the simulacra of going deep into the fraud den...

Chen Zhou gradually discovered that since his spellcasting ability improved, he seemed to be even busier than when he first traveled through time.

Maybe he should take the time to find a reliable agent to handle these troubles.

As for now...

"Oh? A dryer made by the Industrial Church."

Just as the crew of the tuna shipping black ship was catching spellcasters who were almost defenseless, Chen Zhou, who discovered a novel object in the canteen, was trying to study its principle.

It is different from other magical objects that require magic to operate and have become ineffective after entering the dead zone.

The dryer in the ship's mess hall appears to be powered by pure electricity.

"It's incredible. The Blue Star people obviously failed when they tried to use electricity in Asta."

The electricity in the Ashtar plane is also a manifestation of elemental energy, so it is closely related to magic. Factors that interfere with magic also affect the flow of elements.

The power on Essanziya's side is more stable, and it seems to be able to operate without the magic network.

"After all, different Tianyus use different templates when manufacturing them, but in Asta's case, the ancient war shattered the plane and had an impact on the operation of the plane."

Chen Zhou shrugged upon hearing this. That was not what he wanted to know at the moment.

Then he passed over the unconscious chef who was lying on the ground and started rummaging in the area where the condiments were stored.

Time was running out. The sounds of arguments and screams outside the kitchen gradually became quiet. The arrest of the mage would soon be over.

Before that, he must...

"Found it, white sugar."

Overjoyed, Chen Zhou poured a full jar of white sugar into the plate and stuffed it into the dryer.

"If my impression is correct, this should be able to make marshmallows?"

"Is it really possible?"

Chen Zhou thinks it's okay.

All you need to do is heat the sugar and use centrifugal force to spin it into threads, and you will get the kind of cotton candy that looks like white clouds that you often eat when you were a child. Just as Chen Zhou put the iron plate covered with sugar into the dryer and adjusted it to the highest temperature, the sound of someone pushing the door open came from behind him.

"Found it, he's here!"

The man whose equipment and temperament were more like a pirate than a crew member came to the kitchen with a scimitar in his hand. He glanced at the unconscious cook lying on the ground, and then looked at the old gray-robed mage in disbelief. He couldn't imagine it. The sight of the opponent knocking out the chef.

"The hide-and-seek is over. A mage who can't cast spells is no better than an ordinary person. Now put down your... knife and fork, put your head in your hands and squat down with your back to me!"

Chen Zhou turned around and looked at the black crewman and Noster who was handcuffed and chained behind him.

The latter, who had empty eyes and was doubting his life, saw that Chen Zhou had not found out the current situation at all, so he decided to sound a warning.

However, before the illusionist who had accidentally thrown his whole life into it could speak, Chen Zhou threatened: "There is a fraud gang that specializes in targeting mages, right? But you may not even know that you are now..." Who is the kidnapper?

"Noster Dundal, 23 years old, is a genius illusionist who graduated from the Sortles University of Magic. He is also the youngest son of King Bertrand Dundal who has not been able to have a grandson so far."

In the eyes of the young illusionist, "Sure enough," Chen Zhou explained his identity.

"If this person really encounters someone on your ship, you will be hunted to the ends of the earth by the Dundarion Empire and the Clovis Federation."

At first, when he heard the identity of the chained mage from Chen Zhou, the crew was a little confused, but soon he realized that they would not let any mage leave this sea alive.

"Huh, what's the use of the princes of the empire? You will all be imprisoned on a desert island as a magic pool of human flesh and squeezed to death. Even your lamentations cannot be heard..."

It's a pity that before the tough and arrogant black crew member finished speaking, he saw Chen Zhou pointing at himself.

The illusion that was maintained in the dead zone was quietly dispelled, revealing the lifeless ice magic construct creature inside.

"This is just a simulacrum, and my real body is now heading to the capital of the Dundarion Empire."

The black crew member turned pale instantly!
The prerequisite for all of them to be safe and sound is to use the power of the Dead Zone to isolate the mage's magic power.

The prophet named Chen saw through the truth from the beginning and went to the empire instead of boarding the ship!
The black crew, who have been wandering on the edge of lawlessness and death all year round, realized the seriousness of the problem - this time they capsized in the gutter!

Fearing death (and a magical construct apparently capable of knocking over at least a dozen crew members), the panicked Black Crew shuddered and opened Noster's restraints.

However, the prince of the empire who had already been identified obviously did not take the other party lightly because of his good confession attitude. He took the table knife from Chen Zhou's hand and stabbed the black crewman's chest fiercely.

"Thanks, Chen. Are you sent by my father to protect me?"

"No, I'm just a passing prophet. Congratulations to you, Prince Noster. Now you've been kidnapped by me." Chen Zhou turned around and threatened at the speed of light, "Hand over your most representative token, I will To exchange it for ransom...what does it taste like?"

A trace of burnt smell and looming black gas spurted out from the dryer.

Chen Zhou was shocked: "No! The sugar is burnt!"

"You actually use the highest temperature of the dryer to roast white sugar!? The highest setting of that thing releases the fire element for baking. If there is no magic control in the Death Zone, it will go out of control!"

Before Chen Zhou could react.

The dryer turned into a flamethrower filled with burning aroma at Nost's words, and the flames reaching into the sky immediately surrounded half of the kitchen...

(End of this chapter)