Staggering forward, hiding himself in the shadow of a wall. - Edward couldn't help but curse in a low voice.
He didn't know what kind of mistake he had made... There was no flow of energy, no colored light, and no energy path in his field of vision, but this feeling hit him like this. Terrible pain.
, making every blood vessel under his scalp throb. It was like there were seven or eight hands pulling the saw in his head at the same time, each pulling horizontally and vertically in his own direction, non-stop.
He is extremely familiar with the impact this has on the spirit...
royal power.
Only this thing could impact his soul existence so fiercely. The overwhelming feeling crushed him savagely, like a huge mountain, seducing countless screams and howls.
The only difference is that there is no strange heat flowing from the wrist, but it is generated from the surrounding movement of the magic network.
Yes, it is a power that comes from the outside world. But it resonates with the fragments, and at the same time it puts a huge burden on the holder.
But why does resonance occur at this time? How does it arise? Is it intentional or unintentional?
There is no ability to think, and no time to curse, the sunlight falling like water has soaked into the scene hundreds of feet around the astral apostle!
It's too dangerous,
Pressing the temples on both sides with his hands, using the external pain to slightly slow down the internal changes, Edward staggered out of any door and crossed a low wall... If someone noticed at this time, then
I'm afraid the only choice I can make is whether it is braised or steamed.
Fortunately, that twisted personality did not require any additional control from him, and it was enough to make the astral apostles confused. The rising sunlight and the turbulent flow of magic not far away caused a thunderous explosion.
So that everyone's attention can be focused there.
The mental pressure caused the opening of any door to be completely inaccurate, and the original distance of several hundred feet was reduced to... an unknown distance. When he emerged, the sunlight and roar seemed to still be echoing nearby,
Therefore, the psychic was panicked and almost
They seemed to have barged into a door like headless flies. The trees with wonderful flowers were growing in different postures. Even though it had entered the night, the flowers that had not withered yet seemed to still be vying for attention.
The scent of Cyperus mellifera mixes in the wind.
But the pain became more severe, and the extreme pain made people almost lose the ability to think...
The pressure of mental power is invisible, but it is everywhere, and movement cannot even weaken it - and there is no way to dodge it, you can only concentrate all your energy to contend with it.
"Garden?"
Reluctantly, he glanced around. No enemy was found. Edward carefully stepped over the grass and got into the gap of a stone behind it - he could no longer move forward. If it was intact, those forbidden soldiers who came in a hurry would
The Guards, of course, are not a problem. Even if they cannot be defeated, they can still escape without a trace.
But now, he has to exhaust all the potential in his body even to move!
The mental power is rotating, and everything converges into a small, but strong defense wall, firmly resisting the terrifying energy.
It's difficult.
A burst of power is like a huge waterfall pouring head-on. The concentrated perception blurs the passage of time, and I don't know how long it is, until... my will is deep and I am not quite awake.
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"Huh? Who is this..."
"It seems to be a mage? Well, yes, only mages will wear such robes, but it's strange, haven't the mages left? How could he faint here? Find a priest..."
"There seems to be something wrong. He doesn't have a badge on his body..."
"What badge?"
"I have heard that mages need to wear badges that correspond to their status. It represents their status and their rights. Each badge is personally given by the Magic Guild and His Majesty the Emperor. If there is no
, the magic in some places will not recognize them..."
"Then this person is..."
"Not necessarily...because some powerful mages don't bother to wear them..."
"Idiot, it's not that he is disdainful, it's that he has no ability at all. You see, he is still a kid at all... Maybe he is the apprentice of the mage, and he accidentally went the wrong way. Last night, because of that strange..."
…
Is that a human voice?
The energy is scattered and concentrated, making the perception in the hearing become hollow, the terrible feeling of mental exhaustion, and the indescribable sleepiness impacting the mind like a wave.!.
Almost in a daze, the body seemed to float up - or it was helped by others to go a long distance. It seemed to be a twisting corridor, or several sections... passing through several floors.
Door leaf.
In the hazy feeling, those conversations sounded again, but they were still unreal, and it was difficult to tell whether they were far or near...
"...a mage, it's very interesting. His body is not very weak, but rather strong. Look here, he is as strong as a swordsman. His wrists also seem to be very powerful, and there are these calluses
, it seems that only those who hold the sword for a long time can do this."
"In this way, this young man looks quite good, but he lacks a bit of temperament. If it were my choice, I would rather have the knight named Fadong. His cold feeling is more interesting... However,"
...The dizziness continues, but my hearing seems to be still functioning.
"Oh, he is still too young and has not grown up. Quality can be cultivated slowly. And that process is also quite enjoyable... In fact, this kind of green fruit has a different flavor, but it's just
We are not used to enjoying it."
"Want a change of taste? However, this child's quality is really good. He is much better than those soft-footed shrimps. Even...hehe, I really want to know how much the potion can exert on his body.
The effect, do you think 60% is too much?"
"So greedy, 60%? That's enough to increase the length by half. Do you want a sharp sword that can pierce you?"
"Maybe it's a horizontal one. A big monster that can easily tear you apart... Wow! Hee hee."
"As long as he can survive it, although the potion has been proven not to cause harm to the body, the impact on the head is not something that ordinary people can handle... Such a kid. Maybe he can't use an hourglass, just
He will go crazy and die."
"That's not necessarily true. He is different from those guys. He is a mage. Aren't all mages capable of enduring pain and hallucinations?"
Those voices were constantly changing, and there seemed to be many people, at least five or six. But they quickly disappeared without a trace.
The unbearable feeling did not disappear. He could feel some coolness. It seemed that it was only in his breathing... until a cold liquid flowed into his mouth. The slightly numbing bitterness aroused his alertness.
What's this?
Potion?
The effects of alchemy potions are ever-changing, more diverse than spells, and it has the advantage of being able to mix the effectiveness of certain spells to a certain extent. If a transformation mage is proficient in this, the potion he concocts,
The additional curse is almost more terrifying and crazy than any poison or even a contract.
The knowledge that emerged in his mind made him feel fear. However, the muscles in his whole body seemed to be out of control. Even the instinctive spitting of the mouthpiece became weak and he could only let the liquid slide down his throat. It was cold.
Swallowing the liquid into the body seems to be a bit comfortable.
The body is very hot.
It's like having a cold, feeling a little burning and a little cold.
The flames began to burn inside his body. Edward had no way of knowing whether this was caused by the medicine that flowed into his throat, or whether it was caused by the mysterious and unknown power of another world in his body that was at war with his own spirit.
I was hallucinating, and in my daze, I vaguely seemed to hear the sounds of many people walking around me, and in addition, there were bursts of whispers.
"...A mage apprentice, and he has such potential, hehe... No wonder His Majesty rarely shows such enthusiasm... In fact, this is good, it can make life not too boring, isn't it?"
"I didn't even know that His Majesty has such a unique hobby for magicians... I think we might as well give a hint to the Magic Guild and see if we can..."
Then there were one pair of hands, two pairs of hands, it seemed like many pairs of palms... all moving around his body.
Caressing and kneading, that kind of slenderness and softness should belong directly to women, but it is still a creepy thing for a person to be brushed by such a number of hands. There is also a viscous liquid on the body
An important part of the continuous development,
He wanted to move, but he spent too much mental energy to prevent him from moving.
…
…
Time...how long has passed?
One minute?
An hourglass?
Or, one day?
When the spirit was condensed again, the body seemed to be slightly on fire. When the effect of self-hypnosis weakened, all the body's feelings returned - as if it had been put into a flame and burned. It was not very painful, but it was
It's heat from the inside out. You can't feel the slightest bit of coolness in the air you breathe into your mouth. That kind of terrible heat, as well as the intense itching and pain in your body. It makes people want to tear the skin apart.
It can provide some relief.
Edward greedily inhaled the cool air into his lungs. However, the fire in his body seemed to burn even more vigorously. What he felt uncomfortable was that at this moment, all the wounds on his body were feeling a truly unbearable itching.
The mental pressure seemed to dissipate.
It took him some time to finally let his two fields of vision overlap.
A set of crystal chandeliers hung from the snow-white ceiling dome caught his eye, and were decorated with various brightly colored gems and pearls, making it look particularly rich and powerful. Under the crystal chandelier, every chair was decorated with
It is made of precious mahogany with a simple aroma, and is carved with various exquisite patterns... At a glance, it is full of the glitz of the nouveau riche, and even the air seems to be sprinkled with gold powder, so luxurious that it is almost suffocating.
Or is the cause of suffocation due to the fact that the muscles throughout the body are extremely tired and it is difficult to exert force?
Even the action of turning his head took him a lot of energy, and his tongue was even numb. The sounds coming out of his mouth could only become tiny ahhh sounds, but they could not be connected into sentences at all∫
Fortunately, his heavy head was not caused by any sequelae - the top of his head seemed to be trapped.
A strange metal object surrounded his entire forehead. It looked like a very thick headband. As for its function... He squinted his eyes slightly and found that his spirit was a little strange. Whenever he tried to gather his spirit, some strange disturbances occurred.
It will come from there, making all the shaping of the magic network extremely messy and meaningless.
"Nima..."
He stuck out his tongue in an attempt to moisten his dry lips, but found that not even a drop of saliva could be released. Edward cursed indistinctly.
With his mind clearing up, he recalled those weird rumors - for example, how to deal with a spell caster.
The hand is now covered with a glove - it is obviously a specially made thing, and there seems to be some extremely sharp thin needles in it. Although the finger can be bent slightly, if you try to use gestures to activate magic, the movement will be a little larger. In the cotton swab
The steel needle will pierce his finger fiercely. Even for a person with extremely strong willpower, the slight distraction caused by the severe pain in his finger is enough to cause the magic to fail.
It is actually a very difficult time to imprison a spell caster. Even if it is just an ordinary mage apprentice, binding the hands and feet is of little significance to them, because summoning a small ball of acid to dissolve the rope is effortless.
As their abilities become stronger, silent and instant magic will make restraints such as gagging useless.
And these gadgets on his body were obviously made to block a mage from any spell casters.
So, should we be surprised, or should we take it for granted? Robes, weapons, belts, boots, mind eyes... space bags. Everything under the body has disappeared, and the cool air flows across the chest, abdomen, and between the legs.
, making people's skin feel a little tight. He raised his head slightly, noticed the dull color of his skin, and realized that he was not even wearing a single strand of clothing...
"It's so cruel. It's more inhumane than an illithid."
The hands are separated, and a slender metal chain is fastened to a sturdy hanging ring. It can only move slightly. Although its slight magical luster is not strong, the material of the enchanted item is usually enhanced by the rules of magic, so even if
It's just a simple magic item, but it's also several times more flexible than steel. It's not something that human limbs can break easily.
Although the body blocks the view, the same goes for both feet. Even the waist is buckled with something as flexible as a belt. Although the ability to move is not completely lost, it is not easy to break free.
good,
He turned his head slightly and noticed that he seemed to be lying in a very special place, a very luxurious bed. The sheets were woven with a kind of silky animal silk thread, soft and comfortable, but with a strong fragrance of roses.
This seems to be a large space, extremely gorgeous - the sunlight falls from the gauze-covered window lattice to the smooth floor tiles, turning into clusters of misty and wandering light and shadow, which looks colorful. The floor is paved with complex patterns, elegant and noble
The walls are surrounded by gold-embroidered curtains, each of which is extremely delicate in workmanship and embroidered with lifelike portraits of people, flowers, plants and animals, and most of them are made of expensive silk fabrics.
Most of the pain is concentrated somewhere between the legs.
Edward shook his head, and a very scary thought came to his mind - if someone caught him in the chaos, was it possible?
A burst of regular footsteps made his heart feel cold.
Different from the simple concepts of free people, Taiwan seems to have never valued the reputation of aristocrats - at least not their own so-called reputation. Although they are willing to maintain their loyalty to their families and lovers on the surface, they are willing to maintain their loyalty to their families and lovers in private.
There are often many lovers here. This is an open secret throughout the continent. The daughters of the great nobles have no right to choose their partners. Their marriage has always been a political tool, and it is the only way for them to meet their lovers.
It is a lover.
Of course, when a family becomes large, many changes will occur in the members born in it. Those nobles with outstanding talents usually have some ulterior "little quirks" of one kind or another.
Are you accustomed to reaching the peak of joy in a big bed with three or five friends, but still can't feel at ease without smelling the smell of blood? Only an innocent and beautiful girl can awaken the beautiful memories in your heart? Or do you have a special admiration for your relatives?
Or do you like the extremely sincere friendship between men to the point of being overbearing?
Oh, for a qualified 'elegant noble', this is not surprising.
Moreover, since the gods created women and stood on the earth together with men, they naturally gave them equal rights and personalities.
This is precious freedom and equality...
Edward shook his head.
Fortunately, the person who appeared behind the door was not a five-and-a-half-foot-tall bald man or a burly man with a foot-picking head. Nor was he a zombie that seemed to have dried up.
Although a black leather eye mask covered less than half of her face, in reality, just a little imagination was enough to outline the outline of that face, and when she Yingying approached the room:,
"Sad? Poor kid?"
The voice is very soft and charming, don't be afraid... I will take good care of you.
Slowly speaking the last sentence, the circle was rolled together, and the five-foot-long whip spread out, making a whizzing, sharp sound in the air. To be continued...
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