"Of course, otherwise, I would suffer a big loss."
The psychic blinked his eyes and showed an embarrassed look, but he still seemed to be smiling: "What's more, teacher, you don't necessarily have to leave here. I can find someone to add a layer of protection against prophecy for you.
Until that guy's matter is resolved, just stay here with me. I can give you a separate room. As for the matters in the territory, you don't need to worry, it won't affect me."
The smile at the corner of her mouth widened slightly, but she still shook her head gently.
Edward fell silent. Of course he knew what the other party was worried about... It is said that if you control your real name, you can control many things. What's more, as a mage, she is also very capable. What kind of protective spell can make the caster unable to break it?
?
However, it was impossible to just let her go.
"But what if I have to leave?"
"Do you think you have the ability to keep me?"
she asked, and then asked again after a slight pause.
"Ability and other things... The disciple does not have to be inferior to the teacher, and the teacher does not have to be better than the disciple. There is a priority in learning the Tao, and there is a specialization in the art... Well, in short, sometimes it is actually good to listen to other people's opinions first and brainstorm ideas.
"
"What an interesting statement, but a poor way of saying it."
She raised her head and let the light shine into the shadow of the hood, outlining the delicate outline of her facial features; her deep eyes and slender brows perfectly combined the softness of a woman. But she pursed her beautiful lips and said nothing.
At this time, people will feel a kind of pressure growing, making Edward narrow his eyes slightly.
"I'll give it a try," he said. "I'll give it a try."
After the words fell, everything in the room around him was a little hazy... The scenery seemed to be immersed in water, with ripples passing over all the surfaces from time to time, whether it was furniture, crystal lighting or decorations engraved with magic symbols.
As these ripples are slightly distorted, a low hum sounds very pleasant to the ear.
So, without seeing the slightest movement from her, a series of purple light balls drew a large strip of light and rushed towards the psychic. At the same moment, a layer of subtle light flickered and burst out in the space.
Then, subtle electric light flashed around Edward, and the two or three layers of magical protection on his robe and body disappeared completely in the blink of an eye!
However, at the moment when the purple-red light burst out, the psychic warlock also turned into a colorful light. This light was dazzling and shining. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to make the female mage's body freeze!
Then the next moment, magic missiles like water hit the wall, and with a pop of sound, they all splashed into pieces of magic water... And Edward was already standing silently in front of the female mage.
Under the shadow of the two hoods, their eyes met.
This is the transformation technique of any psychic door. By spending some psychic points, it can save the step of stepping into the dimensional gate from the manifester, and Edward also burned some of the psychic points to turn it into a burning target.
Flash spell, but the price of instantaneous casting is that this ability that can span to the end of the field of vision can only take effect within more than thirty feet.
He stretched out his hand almost without looking, and drew an electric arc downwards with his long fingertips, creating a large firelight in the air. The translucent sphere immediately wrapped the figure of the female mage and appeared from there, standing next to him.
The woman twisted and disappeared into the air.
Unfortunately, the lightning only lingered for a moment and then disappeared without a trace.
Edward took a deep breath and turned to face her.
Although he has broken through the biggest obstacle, the growth of his mental power seems to have entered a bottleneck. He has to try to pick up the previous exercise method, squeeze out the spirit to the extreme, and then wait for recovery. Although this method can only
It can produce some growth, but it is better than nothing.
Sometimes he was actually a little jealous of the illithid larva that was parasitic on his body, because it seemed that its power always followed the footsteps of the psion, almost never falling behind, but never exceeding... Therefore, Edward has
Sometimes you will wonder if this thing uses itself as the source to grow, otherwise its strength growth should not have been so long without any improvement.
Well, although in some ways, Edward's power is already terrifying.
However, what needs to be considered is that in the current state, it is somewhat difficult to keep this nominal teacher... Since all his psychic points were used to cast the punch, relying on the illithid larvae's
It seems a bit overwhelming to want to fight a high-level mage just because of his ability.
Might as well.
A spar slipped from his cuff, and he held it tightly. The entwined lightning flashed, and a spiritual energy appeared in his mind.
This is a spirit spirit blackmailed from the hands of the illithids. There are five pieces in total. Unfortunately, although this kind of crystal is of good quality, it is not a refined variety like the spirit crystal servant. The capacity is only within the limit, which can hold fifteen people.
Six points of psychic power. Fortunately, Edward got five in one go. It was enough to make up for the lack of quality and quantity.
But the next moment, a flash of light in his eyes made him retreat hastily, and then he rolled on the spot!
A slight difference! The invisible sharp blade passed by him like a plow. The stone floor of the mage tower was torn open, leaving a deep mark. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, but at least a hand-width piece was missing!
His eyes passed over the incision, and Edward's brows squeezed out a deep frown. The blood flowed faster in his blood vessels, which completely made him nervous. He managed to avoid the sword without any danger, leaving a thin line on his forehead.
A layer of cold sweat broke out - he didn't expect this teacher's will to be so determined. Mordenkainen's Sword is a seventh-level spell and is almost indestructible. If the dodge just now was a little slower, even if the sword on his robe was
Even the protection must be cut in two by that sword blade!
"That's it?" She stared at the young man, her voice a little disdainful in her indifference: "Or do you think this is a battle that ends at the end?"
A diamond-shaped light hovered in the air, but the female mage immediately spit out a character and hid it in the void.
"I don't know why, but in fact, in yesterday's battle, he didn't even exert half of his combat effectiveness,"
The female mage's indifferent voice was like the tapping of an ice cube: "You don't naively think that he dares to assassinate an archmage just by relying on a magic item that creates a field, right? If you can't defeat me, then
How to fight him? Moreover, if you always think that I will not use real killing spells when fighting me, then if one day he uses the real name contract to order me to attack you, won't you be dead?
"
Although she was still talking, the gestures in her hands continued for a moment. In an instant, she added two layers of protection to herself, completely ignoring energy damage, and completely blocking the ubiquitous spiritual tentacles in the space from around her!
The psychic warlock began to retreat slowly. The mottled hem of the ancient robe on his body fluttered, and a layer of electric light spread from there to the whole body, and then gathered around the body into fist-sized shining electric balls.
The crackling spheres slowly rotated around his robe, spiraling up. When he took three steps back, there were already more than ten such electric spheres flying around him.
There was some approval in the female mage's eyes.
The ball of lightning is probably the power of psychic energy. It is indeed an excellent power. Compared with magic, it focuses more on the subtle control and change of energy. However, it remains the same, and has a series of blessings.
For someone who uses defensive spells, this power is nothing.
There is nothing wrong with his understanding of power, and his reaction speed and psychological quality are also good enough. The only thing that is lacking is probably his experience... Although he has been planning for a long time, he decided to come to see him as early as an hourglass mark ago.
We had made corresponding preparations at that time, but as long as we could make him retreat in spite of the difficulties and at least save his life, a little bit of means wouldn't mean anything.
"Teacher, let me explain in advance that even if you leave, I will not be able to go and reveal all this to the Archmages. I will try my best to save you, even if many innocent lives will be sacrificed in the process." He suddenly said.
"You..." The female mage frowned, but after just one word, her voice stopped abruptly.
There was a sudden tightening on her chest and abdomen, and she was already being strangled by an arm connected to her left arm, and a dark sharp blade was placed on her neck. One side of the strange triangular blade seemed to have been scratched.
There is a trace of white skin there, allowing the blood to flow slowly - but in fact it is just an illusion, just an illusion brought to the threatened person by the slight coolness...
In fact, the young man standing in the distance and retreating, the flowing light and shadow, and even the magic blade around her were all distorted by the illusion.
But this illusion is so real that it is impossible to resist.
"Thank you for your teaching, but I will not give the real enemy a chance."
That real voice was always close at hand. The arm that held her from behind tightened silently, letting the soft elasticity stay in the arm for a while. However, before the female mage noticed anything strange, he had already stopped and pulled away.
Back up. Lower your head quietly and wipe away the subtle traces of blood from the corners of your eyes.
After all, this is not a life-and-death struggle. Unless necessary, he really has no interest in using the time acceleration in the Star Crown... That thing will be lost every time it is used, and the sixth-level psychic power is not enough for Edward now.
It is said that it is still beyond the ability. Only by using super-limited energy can it be activated at the cost of damaging oneself, which makes the psychic somewhat apprehensive.
If something goes wrong in your head, it's no joke.
"If you can, the lower floor is temporarily at your disposal. It's up to you to modify it however you want, but please don't leave without saying goodbye." He smiled and said: "You must not think that I will fall out with Thomas because of this. I just
I will try to find a way to get you back from him."
The female mage raised her head and stared at the guy with a playful smile, but after a moment, she said, "Well done." She just said lightly and left without saying a word.
The somewhat panicked footsteps and the increasingly intense heartbeat made her fair face turn a bit rosy. Fortunately, when she turned to leave, none of this seemed to attract the kid's attention.
Edward's mood was strangely melancholy.
Although she finally stabilized the teacher for the time being, the issues she considered were indeed a headache... The possibility of being accused and turning against him is definitely not small. Even if the other party is afraid of making trouble for the time being because of his identity, but
Keeping her around is a time bomb.
But for the time being, there is only one way to stabilize Thomas... Things involving an emperor are always complicated. For example, there seems to be something very disturbing about Prince Stellan.
Things that people care about, such as Edward's plan to use this guy to find the psychic warrior lady who is good at assassination... He always has a strange feeling about this lady, as if if he doesn't solve it as soon as possible, the other party will eventually
Become a big worry to yourself.
Moreover, this is not the only enemy that is currently causing headaches...
Many thoughts in his mind seemed to come to mind at this moment, making him feel a little irritable. With a slight sigh, he jumped down from the mage tower... The silver brilliance flashed slightly, and a force supported him and slowed him down.
Slowly send it to the ground...
Now that something like this has happened to His Majesty the King, it is almost inevitable that Blackhawk will take the opportunity to do something, and there are only a few places where he can do it. If he is the Duke, he may naturally choose
This small town is not yet stable. Of course, if he understands
If he knew the situation, he might choose a simpler method, such as unplugging the magic circle built outside the city... If it was just that, then Edward wouldn't mind helping him, but this kind of thing
Even if it were released, how many people would believe it?
In addition, there is Elena. Now, if she suddenly appears here, can he stop her? What about the other way around? Or, something needs to end...
As his feet stepped on the ground, Edward let out a long sigh. I don't know when things started to get complicated. Although he had a solution in his heart, only a fool would think that he could solve everything.
Everyone is involved in the planning, and I believe that others will follow the path arranged by him step by step.
Even the gods who can see through the past and the future probably can't do this kind of thing.
Shaking his head slightly, he strolled towards the city... Perhaps he was becoming more and more familiar with the power of psychic powers. Recently, his thinking seemed to be a little out of control. Once he calmed down, many ideas would flow freely.
He couldn't stop it at all, so a little messy and lively might be a more suitable place for him.
Or something like a hydraulic press was enough to attract people's attention, so until he walked into the residential area of the city, only a few local residents greeted him tremblingly.
The lord, who was focused on relaxing himself, didn't care and just walked slowly along the small street.
At this time, Burgundy was actually quite large, and the houses had gradually begun to be connected into large blocks. According to Edward's plan, four to five people in each family could be allocated to a two-story wooden house.
The buildings are about four to five hundred square meters in size. Although so far, many people are still crowded into the first floor of a house as a family unit, these buildings are growing at a rate of seventeen to twenty every day.
, I believe it won’t take long to meet the needs of the entire city.
The new city was obviously very easy to plan, so Edward unceremoniously adopted the most luxurious standards. There was a tavern, a small square, and other facilities for every gathering area of about a thousand people. Therefore, along the stone slabs
After traveling a few hundred feet on the paved ground, you can hear some noise.
etc?
The sun is still a long way from the middle of the sky, but why is the entrance of the tavern so busy?
In the distance, several civilians formed a sparse circle, and a few of them did not look so ordinary - even though they were wearing ordinary short robes, those guys' strong bodies made them stand out even though they were two streets apart.
, Edward can also tell the difference between them and civilians.
But among them, there was a short figure protecting him
This little guy has two pretty eyebrows, which are very thick and fly into his temples. Together with the straight bridge of his nose, it adds two points of heroism to his appearance. It’s just that the blue eyes under these eyebrows seem a bit bigger.
, between agile and hopeful thoughts,
He was dodging a little, looking weak, and his golden hair was softly attached to his forehead. If he hadn't been wearing a well-ironed, straight aristocratic men's short robe and holding a sword in his hand, someone might have killed him.
He thought of it as a girl.
In fact, he would be called a quiet and weak boy, or rather, he is still a child.
If he didn't have the blood of a half-elf, he would probably be eleven or twelve years old. Twelve years old might already be saying a lot.
"What happened here?"
"Ah, Lord Lord."
"We don't mean any harm, it's just... just that..."
He spoke with some embarrassment, while the two people beside him
"It was our mistake to lose the money bag, but we have promised to return the money. Your subjects really went too far, so we...we are just trying to maintain our dignity!"
"What's the point of asking for more money if it's guaranteed to be useful? If you want to refuse the debt, just say so. I've never seen such a worthless guy. Isn't he just a mercenary?"
If the certificate is useful, what's the point of asking for money? If you want to refuse the bill, just say so. I've never seen such a worthless guy, isn't he just a mercenary?" The boss sneered mercilessly, but at that time
He didn't dare to make any noise in front of the legendary young lord