Of course, such words are destined to be only a thought in my heart. If there is any revelation - although I have not received any legends related to the name Albert so far, Edward does not doubt the half-cut in front of me
The tall guy can throw himself into the central mountain range with a wave of his hand and play hide-and-seek with the dragon and the orcs
"For this, Master Albert, I don't know much... It's just a little information in a file, and it's basically given to Master Michner, his two most recent ones
God must have studied more results, so you, well, I think if you need anything, you might as well go and discuss with him. He should be able to come up with many valuable examples.”
The chief apprentice bowed slightly and made a minimum respectful gesture, but his nerves began to tense.
According to legend, the power of those *** masters is simply incredible. If they want, they can cast enchantment or prophetic spells without anyone's notice, for silent exploration and even directly control.
A person's thinking, let alone a little secret, even if he wants to free up all his memories, he will have no way to resist with his current strength.
Therefore, from the moment the old dwarf opened his mouth, he used the power of his mind to tightly close all his thinking, without leaking any of them. In this way, some of them were not silver here.
Suspicion, but it is much better than being discovered by someone. You should know that no matter the memories of the previous life in your mind, the psychic energy, or the strange ring in your hand, it is enough to become a master.
Throw him on the anatomy table and study a clear reason. In this world, there is no law to guarantee the so-called basic freedom of human beings.
But the latter obviously doesn't care about his approach
"You are too proud of his wisdom. If he had such a skill, he would have realized his dream long ago. What ancient documents would he have to ask you for?"
The dwarf shook his big head but did not look at Edward's side. The only chair in the study was the only one in the study. Instead, he casually created a black rocking chair from the ground, and sat on it and swayed comfortably: "
That little fool... Like your teacher, he was taught by that guy Hawking. He followed the rules and liked to restore the things that ancient arcane masters most, especially this Michner, who didn't even want to change.
Change it... No creativity means no brains! They didn't think about it. If the arcane masters were so powerful, how could the ancient magic empire die out?"
"I want to get good power, but I don't want to invest in it. Whether it is the simplified version of the gargoyle he has studied or the things you give him now, I don't think it's too big.
It's worth, although it should be very cheap, but it's too fragile. It's OK to deal with a Pegasus or a horned eagle. If you change to the dragon clan, you don't need to spit it out. Just bumping into it will be enough to smash those little things!"
"But master, not everyone can summon the dragon. There may be no flying monster on the entire continent that is stronger than the flying dragon."
Edward couldn't help but sigh. It seemed that this 'bad guy' had no intention of leaving for a while, and he couldn't leave just now. If he didn't give him some sweetness, he would probably have been spending a long time here: "And
Cann’t small flying objects avoid the impact of dragons through their own flexibility? Unless the dragon suddenly becomes more flexible, a thing that can move left and right in the air flexibly will not be a giant
Dragon hits it”
"Yes, but the dragon also has the light-spirited art of Dragon Word. They call it the ability to fly flexibly... Well, but in fact there is no need. Just a larger wind-making technique is enough to fly by just the wind power.
What's blown over? No, he can add a shield that stabilizes the air as a protection."
The old man patted his small palm and seemed to have thought of a lot of solutions: "The easiest way is to summon a group of wind elements, or push it with an extremely effective fire cloud technique, which can not only overturn them with hot wind
, You can also burn the guys sitting in the air directly? No... Ah, by the way, anti-gravity technique, or magnetic lock, is enough to knock out all these things at once..."
Edward lowered his eyes and stopped speaking, but in fact he didn't agree with that - he had only heard of one or two of those magical magics, but to be able to achieve the same level as the other party described, it must be necessary to at least the power of a high-level mage.
, at least a few high-level mages, or even ** masters like this old guy. Such monsters can already decide the outcome as long as they exist in a small-scale regional competition. Who cares
What weapon did the other party use?
"Okay, okay, we're off topic. You said you found this thing in an underground ruin? Where?" The old dwarf stopped the rocking chair, and then a black backrest chair of the same color appeared behind Edward:
"I remember you said before that you met Yasalie on an expedition?"
"In the Whispering Forest in the Western Fengdi Land, it is my hometown. There is a huge dungeon underground in that city, which seems to be the remains of the magical war era, but there seems to be a group of human-like monsters living inside, which is quite terrible
...I saw this information by chance in them. I remembered it a little if I thought it was interesting, but I remembered so much. As for Master Yashali, at that time, I once revealed to her a little bit of my desire to learn magic.
But she just told me that I could sign up here.”
"Oh, I said, no wonder you have that girl's emblem, but you don't have a mage badge, and you still have to come and hang out with those little guys, but it looks very similar to the style of that girl Yasali.
She probably thought that if you can't pass the introductory exam, you won't be lucky for the mage. Fortunately, you are pretty good. Yes, I haven't told you yet? I've already died of the magic circle.
I have added seventy or eighty kinds. I will let you try again in two days. I want to see if you can still run out this time.”
After saying some half-true and half-false words, Edward actually hoped that the master in front of him would be more interested in the ruins - if this old guy decided to fight with the monster lich in a row, he might be able to do so.
Follow behind and pick up a rich 'ocean'
But to his disappointment, the old dwarf seemed to have no intention of shifting his attention to ancient ruins, just staring at the apprentice's face, and his smile-like expression made Edward feel furious.
If it weren't for self-hypnosis that could allow him to completely control all the muscles and nerves in his body, and his face was covered with a layer of beard, he would have been exposed because of the change in his face. Fortunately, it was very fast, the old man's
The attention turned elsewhere: "Hmm... um? Speaking of which, what are you dressing up? Are the little guys preparing for a costume party?"
"Oh, I've encountered some trouble recently. For some reason, someone entrusted someone from a dark union to issue an assassination order to me. Although I have investigated it through the city guards, I went back and forth before the results came out.
Be careful not to get into trouble.”
"Dark union? Oh, it's a killer, right? That kind of thing is really annoying. Speaking of which, I encountered a lot of it when I was young, but they used just some sneaky means. You just need to prepare more
A few trigger spells, for example, a transposition trick, I remember when I was young, a guy was going to attack me with a bow and arrow, and then when his arrow left the bow string, he found that he had already looked at it from another angle.
Arrow is in front of the tip of his nose... Haha, actually, these guys are still very interesting. As long as you prepare the spells, they can always provide you with some unexpected joy."
"Well, that... Master, I can't master the transposition trick yet."
"Okay, okay, but that doesn't have to be used to trigger magic, but they are all very useful methods, such as qi-changing bodies or transforming themselves, which can surprise your opponent."
"But I haven't learned to trigger magic yet."
"So, are you going to hide like this?" The old dwarf scratched the messy hair on his head and narrowed his eyes.
"Of course not, at least they have to be killed, but because of lack of ability, I have to be careful. Besides, it is impossible to take action before the evidence is obtained. City Guard..." Edward said tentatively with a move in his heart.
"City Guards? Oh, are they talking about the civilians who guard the city? But when will they interfere in our affairs? What can they do?"
It’s not their turn to intervene? Isn’t this implied saying that you can completely not care about the views of the garrison troops?
Edward's face changed a little again - is this considered a guarantee given to him by the old wizard in front of him? However, if the old wizard really attaches some importance to him, he should be able to provide a lot of money.
No matter what, the identity of the other party’s ** teacher is genuine. Isn’t it just a matter of one sentence to deal with a black guild?
Unfortunately, as if I had read Edward's idea, the old dwarf immediately shook his hand like he drove away a fly.
"Solve your own affairs by yourself. As a mage, as long as you can still think, you should try to solve all problems with your own wisdom instead of crying and turning to others for help... Those killers don't usually have some good things.
Is it? You ask the civilians to clear out the killers, and will they hand over the spoils to you in the future?"
“…”
"Well, speaking of it, you only remember this little thing that you gave that guy Minaihil? Are you any other impressions?"
...
Time passed by one hourglass, another hourglass...
Stepping out a door made of light, the old dwarf shook his huge head and let out a low laugh. The yellow-brown eyes were no longer covered with that hazy luster: ": This little thing is still
Interesting, poor ability, but not bad alertness. Well, the words are written very well, almost like that old guy Hawking. There are so many interesting ideas to let the low-level mage participate in the air battle
?Okay, I have to say that it is a way to use resources, but let all mages share research results, which is a bit exaggerated... Well, if he followed his method and used the same right to share information in return, it seems that it would be
Yes, those idiots will probably hand over the best things in their hands immediately. Haha, let me review it. Doesn’t this mean that everything is for me to see?"
He narrowed his eyes excitedly, and he murmured softly:
"But this little guy's spirit is really tough. He didn't even know what the truth is and what lies are? Haha, should you use some spells for him? Well, it seems like he's a bit bullying him?
Let's see what happens to him in the future. The Killer Union... He actually lets such a mouse crawl around Romanty. The little thing in Fernandis seems to be not very capable?
Just knock it for them, and it's also a reward for that little guy's idea."
While the old mage shook his head and said to himself, Edward had just stepped out of the passage of the magic tower
It was originally expected that the afternoon meal would have passed, but now, a bright red sunset smeared into the clouds in the west, and outside the gate of the Magic Academy, Romanti City has lit up thousands of lights.
Rubbing his hungry belly Edward called a carriage, bumped the scales of three hourglass, and then stopped at the corner of a street outside a hotel called Song of Flame
In this plane, hotels are always the most chaotic, they are open all night, and they are in the functions of hotels, bars, dance halls, mercenaries, adventurers, prostitutes and merchants selling goods from unknown origins.
This place is mixed with fish and dragons... If you can tolerate the messy atmosphere and vulgar slang, this is a good place to have fun, with cheap ale, exposed clothes and food that fills your stomach.
Even the wine can't cost a few copper coins - you can even whistle to the fullest without worrying about the guards taking you into the dungeon for a night
Although this is indeed the biggest place to hide dirt
Each industry has its own rules. It is like a place where there are mixed tribes and eccentricities. There are also their own rules. The so-called gray field guards will come to find out the news in the bar for illegal merchants. The same is true for thieves. They all know each other's existence.
But he abides by the rules and will not tear his face in person
Therefore, among the civilians, many people like to come here and use inferior ale and absurd joy to numb their painful nerves that have been squeezed by the nobles and life.
However, as a dwarf and a mercenary, Baroque Ye Yu obviously did not need this paralysis... So, he was extremely awake now, sitting upright in an unprecedented, serious posture, with his eyes as bright as a star.
The eyes can produce substantial effects. The woman in front of him with amazing chest and buttocks had probably been stripped of all her clothes by his eyes.
When Edward saw him, the guy's mouth was not idle either, and he was humming a song loudly...
Unfortunately, this poor liar didn't know that there was a proverb on the mainland about their race, "If you want to enjoy the singing of a dwarf, you have to have the ears of a deaf..." - or it was indeed a bit exaggerated, but that absurd
The rhythm of the board, combined with the magnificent voice of Shanhe, is indeed not difficult to describe. It is simply a sound wave spell similar to the sound of the sound.
not to mention……
"You are my soul, you are my life...a cup of nectar in the desert, a round of star sapphire in the mine...I want to give all my life and..." Just before Edward was about to speak, this
But the guy's chanting suddenly ended - the dwarf grabbed the messy hair on his head, rubbed his nose, "Life...life, and what, uh, hell, what's next? Gevas or vodka?
"Finally, he pushed apart his beard, exposed a piece of parchment paper below and glanced at it, and then continued to kill: "Well, it is the immortal starlight in the sky, the three suns in the sky, we will surely create a period of eternal success.
A good story in history…”
Of course, this story was torn off from history before it was written.
"Damn it! That damn bard is simply a waste! Why can you get the favor of beauty with this passage? It's all nonsense! It's even more stinky than the farts of the Thor Shixing monster!"
The dwarf angrily pulled the sheepskin into countless pieces, and his red face just covered the red mark of the palm covering the side of his huge face.
However, this 'poet' did not need any comfort at all. The next moment he looked at Edward's figure. To be precise, when the wine glass was in his hand, his big red face was already filled with a thousand instantly.
Edward couldn't help but sigh—maybe there was no circuit in this guy's brain gray matter at all.
"Forget it, even if I am handsome, elegant and suave, I can't be fascinated by all the women who pass by... Life is destined to be a little regretful, otherwise it would be the nonsense of those minstrels..."
One of them is a middle-aged man who has experienced vicissitudes. Although his appearance looks ordinary, the sharp sharpness in his eyes shows that this man is not an ordinary person.
Next to him was a cheerful little girl standing. She kept jumping around and stuffing snacks into her mouth from time to time
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