Little James curled up on the bed. The fine woven cotton fabric was soft and breathable. The inner core of goose down ensured the temperature while making the fabric light and fit... But he still habitually curled up into a ball.
Because there was a cold air traveling around him.--.com--
There seemed to be no cotton fluff around, all cold ice. But the eyes that were closed tightly seemed to be full of flames... The flames jumped, revealing the sheets gradually bubbling in them, becoming black and curled.
, human face.
Familiar, more familiar.
They shouted strange sounds that were inaudible, and poked out their burnt hands from the firelight, with pale finger bones exposed. They approached the young nobleman from all directions, tearing, scratching, tearing and scratching his flesh.
The itching and pain in his internal organs were as unbearable as burning.
No no...
He struggled, trying to dodge the flames, but the burning flames suddenly transformed, and they turned into a familiar face covered with wrinkles.
Father.
He was stunned, as if he had forgotten everything, and stretched out his hand to the familiar figure.
However, the next moment, the old man raised his hands and shouted something to him. He struggled desperately, trying to break free of those bony hands but could not. He widened his eyes and pricked up his ears, trying to understand the old man's call but couldn't.
It's unclear...because a flash of incandescent light immediately swallowed up the figure!
ah!
The young noble suddenly raised his body!
The skeletal hand, human face and flames disappeared before my eyes. My father's charred body disappeared. The hazy light pieced together the shadows of the surrounding luxurious furniture. The cold moonlight shone into the room from the window lattice, coating the surroundings with a layer of silence.
of silver light.
The luxurious nightgown was stuck to his body by the sweat. It was sticky and cold. James gasped a few times, then pressed his forehead...
It's that terrible scene again. That scene happened a long time ago, but it has always been lingering around him, and it will turn into his dream from time to time.
"Father...I will avenge you, I will definitely...please wait a little longer..."
Falling back heavily on the bed again, he arched his body. He pressed his face deeply between his arms and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.
But, how to do it?
He knew who he met and had heard rumors about these guys.
They have an absolutely lofty status in the kingdom. Even the most terrifying things that have happened to them are just trivial matters to them - erasing a rural noble and his territory in a remote area, but
With a little effort, even if some gossip reaches the ears of His Majesty the King, the Supreme Being will never care about these less than 2,000 lives.
Two thousand people... are too small.
On the battlefield, their help is enough to reverse any unfavorable situation. In the city, they can easily build countless houses. They can produce countless convenient luxury items... that is thousands or even tens of thousands of stones.
In the wilderness, there are things that the civilians struggling to survive around the Whispering Forest cannot do.
Because they are mages.
Hateful mage.
Terrible mage.
And James...
Don't even know where I am.
Every day he went out was teleported through dizzying magic. Even if he tried his best to escape, wander, and get lost... In the end, he only knew that this was a castle much bigger than the one in Baiyang Town.
The architecture, the spacious and gorgeous rooms, the far-reaching corridors, the towering spires... was very similar to the kind of mansion he had dreamed of ten thousand times before that was most suitable for his status as a city lord——
It's a pity that he was never the owner of this building, but a prisoner, the only prisoner, and even some slaves who could tell him what to do and completely bind him to a certain action pattern.
Get up at a regular time, eat at a regular time, and go out at a regular time.
Except for going out, everything is done with scolding.
Because there is a very evil guy who follows me around like a nightmare.
Damn monster.
It was a guy with a pointed jaw, a straight nose, and charming peach eyes. It was very cute to describe...if that damn thing wasn't a male creature!
James has seen many guys with abnormal sexual orientations, some who like men, some who like children, and some who even like dead people. But it seems that there is no such thing among mercenaries - it completely matches the appearance.
The high-pitched and smooth tone seems to make a person's whole body break out with a layer of chestnut skin as soon as it penetrates into the ear...
The damn thing is that the people he comes into contact with most every day are so few. Apart from the few maids who are mediocre in appearance and usually silent, there is only this devilish guy!
Or it would be better to see a ghost than to see such a thing.
But what's even worse is that he has to obey this guy's orders!
Yes, what he has to do every day now is to obey the sarcastic instructions of this voice that is sweeter than honey and more pungent and mean than kagan grass!
Move in a slow rhythm and don't bend your back! Are you a stupid servant?... When drinking, keep your eyes level and don't look at the cup! You can only look at it with the corner of your eye. I said don't look at the cup, it won't fly.
You idiot! When you get up, you have to move gently and don't hold on to the chair.
, that’s quite unreasonable, are you an old man!...Speak in a sincere and powerful tone, and enunciate clearly...Don’t flash your eyes! You look like a complete refugee! Stand tall and look into the other person’s eyes when talking.
...Not the chest! Do you have any brains?...
He remembers every insult and even the disgusting tone, because he has heard every word countless times. Sometimes he is not sure whether he wants to learn those complicated etiquette or just simply
Accept those scoldings.
He had never been so tired in his life. Even when he secretly followed the cave bears into the forest and ran away for three days because of a group of wargs... he had never been so frustrated. He had been there before.
Anyone who dares to curse him will either disappear silently in the Whispering Forest, or
He was soaked in the water prison of the castle... At that time, if there was such a face full of makeup and coquettishness that dared to give orders to him. He had no doubt that that charming and beautiful face would be in his fist.
He can even turn into an ugly pig head with just three punches and two kicks.
But now, it is no longer a luxury - just the slightest disrespect, or even just some verbal conflicts, will cause a terrible and severe throbbing pain. That kind of weird pain is far better than cutting with a knife or burning.
As time went on, he no longer even had the energy to be angry.
The courses were too frequent, and etiquette, posture, behavior, and speech were all corrected into a pattern. I was in an extremely tense state all day long, and my mind was filled with all kinds of knowledge that I had never heard of before.
Everything had to be done according to the rules, and if he made a mistake, those weird and terrible pains would fall on his body. The nerves were tense to a terrifying degree, and he suspected that one day he would completely collapse.
But I can only endure it.
He whispered to himself, making a small grinding sound between his teeth.
Since I haven't been killed and I'm still undergoing such training, that means... I'm still useful to them.
And it must be of great use.
This kind of teaching seems to be turning oneself into an elegant aristocrat... not the kind of country aristocrat who hangs out a title but whose bloodline is as thin as water, nor does he wander around in a carriage every day. There are many servants waiting on him all day long.
Those nouveau riche aristocrats who can do nothing but have the best enjoyment in the world are actually one of the deep-rooted terrifying monsters who have a truly profound foundation and have developed and grown through countless generations of management and maintenance.
Great noble...
That had been his dream.
When he was three years old, he could snatch anything from anyone in sight. He knew it because he was a noble. But when he was five years old, he saw that strange fat man coming to the territory to dominate and dominate, and he was dissatisfied.
His protest was rewarded with a drunken slap from his father. He later found out that the reason was that the man was a more noble nobleman.
As for the great nobles...the heads of those who commanded a city were no different from the emperor. That was something he had only seen in his dreams and was almost unimaginable.
When he was eight years old, he used to think that those people ate beef tongue and pig brains every meal, rode out on monsters like mountains, used candles as firewood, and wiped their butts with silk.
Until Edward told him what true luxury is.
Yes, Edward.
"There are not so many things in the world that are as free as maternal love, so if someone drops a gold coin somewhere, there will definitely be a value equivalent to ten gold coins recovered. At least he will get that value.
Hope.”
This is also what Edward once said to him.
He knew that his so-called dream had been shattered - the first nobleman in Xifengyi and the largest city in the southwest had been turned into thick smoke, fire and pitch-black charcoal in the hands of that terrible mage, and
The voice of an innocent soul howling miserably in my ears.
However, luck and misfortune are twin women. When one is given to despair, the other will put her dream in front of people again...
The young country nobleman remembered that his playmate once said another interesting thing that was particularly meaningful in retrospect:
——A rational and intelligent person can take a long time to complete his revenge, even if the length of time is ten years.
It's such a weird statement, just as weird as the fact that he always wanted to be a mage.
——In my memory, ever since I noticed this dark and skinny little guy ten years ago, what he said was always weird, but surprisingly, there was never any mistake... James didn't
I don't know how he knows these truths, but he has verified their correctness with countless facts.
So, has he become a mage? I wonder if he has ever experienced magical teleportation?
That nightmare was already getting further and further away, but today it was particularly clear... Or maybe it was because of the voice I heard when I went out on my usual outing today - calling his name, even though the damn old man...
He was not allowed to search carefully, but the voice was very similar to the one he remembered.
I'm not a gay, and you're not a rabbit. So when you come forward, get away from me!
If his current thoughts were known to Edward, he might say this - whenever he wanted to be more enthusiastic, he would always get ridicule like this from him.
"No matter what the means or process, victory is victory. The winner is the strong. And the strong versus the weak is like heaven versus earth, looking down on them. Despising them, trampling on them, and ravaging them is the inevitable outcome of the strong.
If you are weak, you must sacrifice for the sake of strength. Whether you understand it or not. Whether you agree with it or not, this is a matter of course."
He whispered softly, that terrible dream, those pains, those sufferings, at this moment, were all hidden in the bottom of his heart, slowly brewing with the yeast called hatred. Slowly roasted with the flame called hatred, finally,
They'll be sweet enough to make him drunk. They'll be juicy enough for him to devour.
I will take everything back.
he said to himself.
…
…
James.
Edward opened his eyes and sighed softly.
The light and shadow in front of me was a bit messy, and after a few breaths, I slowly pieced together the appearance of the familiar room.
This means that an hour of mental preparation has been wasted.
Is that person actually my friend?
Most likely yes.
There are only a few Dacheng buildings on the land of Xifengyi that have magical barriers. If there is no accident, James will not go there. In that case, he should be able to detect him through spiritual energy, instead of failing one after another like now.
three times.
But one of Sanchi's failures was about his own father.
Is it because a magic barrier has been established in Baiyang Town, so remote viewing has lost its meaning?
Edward shook his head slightly.
A remote place like Xifengyi will not attract the attention of anyone who claims to be noble. Although Baiyang Town is already the largest village within a radius of two to three hundred miles, no regular magician is willing to serve the Viscount here.
, because he can't even get what a low-level mage needs. Not to mention, it's magic defense that requires a lot of money.
Weird.
Everything I encountered today was so weird that people couldn't describe it.
In addition to James, there is also the woman who came for revenge... It is a very difficult existence. Women are creatures that seem to have an inexplicable persistence in hatred. Therefore, in the stories in my memory, those who can take revenge within ten years are of course all
Gentleman, but treating women with villains is the same thing.
If you can't find a way to restrain that kind of dimensional jump that comes and goes without a trace, then sooner or later, you will lose your head unknowingly.
Fortunately, dimensional abilities, whether it is dimensional jump, any door or teleportation, are the most sophisticated abilities - space is the same as time. As a high-level rule, it has the most complex structure, and the more complex it is, the more complicated it is.
The more fragile it is. Therefore, even space spells activated by psychic energy are subject to interference by magic. If you can have an anti-teleportation circle with you, even if it is just a magic storage item, you can have some confidence.
It seems that a lot of money needs to be paid to exchange something with the old dwarf.
The psychic twitched the corner of his mouth, and then remembered the perfectly-prepared flash explosion.
It should have come from the hands of another person. Although it is the simplest second-level spell, the person who uses it should be anything but simple.
He couldn't help but feel a little bored.
Everyone else has a master's degree in metallurgy and a Ph.D. in chemical engineering. After traveling through time, he directly climbed up the technology and unlocked the Golden Finger. He made steel and made guns and swept through thousands of armies, but he had to pay attention to these duel matters.
Do you want to find someone to help?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of that crazy woman again.
That scary woman, that strange magic circle, that magic-enchanted chief, what is her purpose? Is it for the royal power in her hands? I
The dolphins in the pool and the animals that are neither strange nor strange are enough to make anyone, especially men, shudder... But because of that weird scene, it engraved that woman in his mind, thinking
It's a bit hard to forget.
Should I cast a modified memory on myself?
It's a pity that this power can only be operated by other people. Although he has two powerful brains, he can't really construct his own.
"You actually want to forget? Incredible!" The Spirit Crystal Servant jumped up on the table and screamed: "That is the temptation of a ripe peach. It is different from those green fruits. That perfect ass
The shape, that kind of swaying, trembling, I bet as long as you pinch it gently, the juice will definitely flow... This is the best, absolutely the best...
"Shut up."
"Lord, Lord!"
The old man's voice brought some questions to Edward, "Sir, a group of people covering their faces came outside the city. They said they are your friends, not your allies, so they want to meet you, your lord?"
"
Edward was stunned.
————
In fact, for a lord, a mage who has condensed his true name is far more efficient than a bunch of blacksmiths - as long as they cast a five-ring spell, they can directly turn a bunch of iron ingots into arrows, and wood into
into an arrow shaft, and there is almost no loss in the process. However, few magicians are willing to do these hard jobs. Their lack of energy may lead to substandard finished products, and most of the national magicians have difficulty reaching the fifth level.
Standards for casting circle spells.
As for Edward, he didn't have such troubles. The several mages responsible for building the magic circle were naturally used by him as free hard labor. To be continued...
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