Gently stroking the back of his right hand, Edward pondered slightly, feeling a little confused and lost for a moment.
Originally, he thought he had grasped the tail of the opportunity, but now it seemed that it had slipped through his fingers again - when the strange patterns on the back of his hand disappeared into the air, the woman
The mage also let go of his hand, turned and left, without saying a single word to help the hunter regain his confidence.
Edward sighed softly.
It's not because his qualifications have been denied again... There have been countless similar scenes and conversations, which have tempered Edward's heart and spirit to be as tough as iron. He is as calm as water. For such denial, and the consequences that follow.
He has long been accustomed to rejection, even numb.
He thought he was used to it - but this time, it seemed to be different.
Because the person who said these words was a powerful mage, because this powerful mage gave him the most detailed explanation that was different from other half-hearted spell casters. Because he himself felt it and left the original in dust.
Something in the depths of my mind has resurfaced on the surface of my memory.
The Lord of Shadows...can he really be like the person in that story and reach the end of his path as a spell caster, even if he has to be with thorns all his life? The answer should be no...
Because what I want is the power to change my life and do whatever I want, rather than a life that is changed by power and has many constraints.
"The operation of the magic network here is relatively stable. I want to use teleportation. You can grab the hands of people around you." The voice of the female mage pulled the hunter out of his thoughts, but when he raised his head, he noticed that everyone was almost
Everything was ready - only one palm of the dwarf Baroque was left for him.
So Edward could only sigh and stand at the end of the line.
However, when the female mage's low chanting sounded, he was still somewhat excited - teleportation is one of the most famous spells. It is said that it is also the first choice for long-distance travel among nobles in big cities, but in the West
Edward, who was born in a feudal land and had never traveled to a more prosperous area, experienced this unscientific way of travel for the first time.
The mantra flowed slowly like a melancholy song, and the scenery in the air began to distort. In just a moment, silver filaments were hung in the darkness, shining with brilliant luster. At the same time, the body seemed to
It was rubbed by a magical force and stretched continuously. It wasn't painful, but it was extremely weird.
But this wonderful feeling did not last long.
The changes in the space suddenly became intense... light and dark intertwined, light and shadow floated. Everything was violently mixed together! Time seemed to become longer at this moment... and the most important thing was that the sound lingered in the ears.
Beside, the voice of the female mage chanting a curse suddenly became intermittent and ethereal!
Edward was shocked!
Teleportation spells are very convenient, but not every mage can control the energy that tears apart space. Occasionally there will be some accidents, such as the influence of magical energy, the fallacy of the teleportation destination, and the mage's own spirit.
Instability... and other changes may have catastrophic consequences - the person being transported will inexplicably end up in a place they have never seen before. In mid-air, in a fire or in water, these are very common results.
, if it is to be worse, dragon lairs or orc gathering points are nothing. The most terrifying result is that the teleporter will always float in the chaotic gap between spirit and matter, screaming and wandering, or appear at the destination.
Their fragmented or fused bodies—maybe they are not dead yet.
These terrible thoughts passed through the hunter's mind in disorder, and then disappeared without a trace in the next moment - a violent heat flow, like a blazing flame, like magma, or even a solar storm, suddenly swept over, in Edward's feeling
It exploded in the middle! The terrible pain made him open his mouth, but for a while, he couldn't take any breath into his lungs!
My consciousness is blurred...
--segmentation--
The third dusk after Edward left slowly arrived, and Baiyang Town welcomed a new group of guests.
There were not many, only two figures on horseback, walking slowly through the spacious central street. They chose to ignore the solicitations from the waiters at the entrance of the Hilton Express Hotel... and walked straight to the wooden building of the Viscount.
castle.
"It's a nice place. It seems that this guy is living a good life. At least, it's much better than I imagined. I thought that being exiled here for so long would have already drained all his life."
When the gate of the castle was approaching, a knight spoke.
His voice was a little hoarse, with a heavy nasal tone and a low tone, but all these together made this voice full of vicissitudes and a heavy feeling...a kind of oppressive power.
He jumped off the horse and stretched out his hand to unscrew the front button of the black cloak, revealing the dark armor covered with beautiful patterns carved underneath. The hilt of the long sword exposed at the waist was carved with a bud, but the dark metal color was not there.
There was no trace of life, and under the scabbard, there was still a sharp dagger hanging - the edge shone with a faint blue light, and it turned out to be a sharp knife coated with poison.
"Maybe it's a punishment, but if you look at it from another perspective, this place, far away from all circles of right and wrong, is not a kingdom that belongs directly to him? As long as he is good at management, who can stop this place from happening one day?
Will it become a prosperous city that is not inferior to Shallow Water or Farne City?"
His companion was a tall, middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes. Although when he took off his hood, the pale face and frowning brow revealed showed some signs of fatigue, but he gave people the most obvious look.
But the feeling is that of a neat and tidy one after being sorted for a long time - the clothes, hair, and accessories on the body are all shiny and beautiful, and the skin is also glowing with a well-maintained and delicate oil. Even the wrinkles and hairs at the corners of the eyes seem to have been passed by several girls.
Elaborately decorated and decorated.
His demeanor is solemn, serious and impeccable, a complete nobleman.
This strange pairing made the guards guarding the gate stunned for a moment, hesitating whether to step forward for questioning, but the latter had already walked towards the two doors at this time.
The guards did not make any attempt to stop——
As the two people moved forward, the light in the air seemed to dim - as if these two people were spreading a faint black mist around them all the time, even if it was very light, anyone touched by this mist
Objects immediately turned black and gray. Human beings could not help but languish.
…
On the second floor of the castle, the wooden door labeled the city lord's study room was pushed open with a bang!
This is a not too big room. There are a few bookshelves against the wall, but there are more in the room, including various pottery wine jars. A strong sour smell is mixed in the air, making it
It became as pungent as poisonous gas. So Bai Runren frowned and waved his hand gently. The three windows in the whole room opened one after another, and a cool turbulence swept through every room in the room.
A corner.
"Um...Give me, give me a glass of water...Nanny...Um, no, don't open the window..."
A vague groan came from a corner of the room, and a messy gray-white hair was lifted up from several stacked wine bottles, and then a dull or crisp collision sound was heard... enough
After reaching an hourglass scale, the man buried in the urns and jars finally stood up. He glanced at it a few times with a pair of hazy drunken eyes, and then it seemed that he finally discovered that the other party was not here to do it for him on weekdays.
Cleaning servants... "...who...are you?"
"Is this this guy?" The black knight stopped, and a bloody halo lit up in the shadow of his hood. A hollow and hoarse voice floated out from under his helmet, making people shudder.
"Are you Rospal? Viscount Rospal von James?" The tall nobleman lightly covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief, making no secret of his disgust at the Viscount's dirty appearance, and looked at him with an even more complete look.
Like a noble looking at a beggar... and the thin swordsman beside him sneered. "Is this this guy? It seems that our Majesty is really..."
"It should be said that, thanks to His Majesty's great blessing, he has not drowned himself in the wine barrel. This is really a miracle that even the goddess of life would be surprised by."
"Answer me, are you Viscount Rospar von James?" The middle-aged nobleman's voice became gentler, but only after grabbing the poor drunkard's hair - the latter was even beaten by him.
He was dragged out of the pile of debris and pulled directly to the level of his face. It was hard to imagine that such a gentle and gentle man could have such power.
"I... am. Of course I am!"
The bone-chilling pain on his scalp finally eliminated the alcohol... The drunkard stared at the face close by with his eyes wide open, screaming and trying to get his hair out of the hands - but the latter's fingers seemed to be made of cast iron.
, not only did it not move at all, but I couldn't even scratch a trace with my fingernails.
"Very good...very good." The middle-aged nobleman smiled: "Well, I have met the Viscount. Please accept my belated self-introduction. My name is Silup, Silup Ed Lifaxian.
"Of course, this is not the first time we have met, but I think you have probably forgotten my name." The middle-aged man let go of his hand, allowing the viscount who was trying to stand upright to stand still, and then straightened his collar.
Wrinkle: "After all, although wine is good, it has the disadvantage of weakening people's memory."
"I seem to know such a person...I remember it was...well, someone in charge of foreign affairs..."
The Viscount was confused for a moment, then suddenly his eyes widened and he stumbled back!
As if to suppress his fear, he picked up the bottle of wine in his hand and drank several large gulps as if he was drowning himself. The dripping wine slipped from his lips and stained the already stained front into dark brown.
: "Silup?! Okay, okay, it's been a long time since I last saw you... But I wonder if His Excellency, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, came to a remote place like mine. What advice do you have? He didn't just come to see me, a bad old man, right?
"
The corners of the noble's mouth were twisted, but he only uttered one word, and a loud noise interrupted his words...
The gorgeous door of the room was knocked open by a huge force, fell to the ground, bounced up unwillingly, and was trampled to dust by more than a dozen feet... More than a dozen guards poured in from the door that opened with a bang, and lined up along the wall.
A semi-arc formation... The heavy crossbow in each person's hand was pointed at the middle-aged man in the center who had just been interrupted. A voice shouted outside the door: "Put down the weapons in your hands and raise your hands above your head."
!otherwise……"
But his words were also unfinished.
The middle-aged nobleman made a disdainful snort, which was then lengthened into a vague phrase, and at the same time he waved his hand as if he was impatient...
Then the light suddenly burst out!
Branch-like lightning spewed out from the middle-aged man's hands, wrapping around the soldier closest to him, and then extended more branches, rolling towards the surrounding human bodies... In the blink of an eye, the blue-white electric light illuminated the entire room!
And when the light immediately receded, a thick burnt stench, together with the thick smoke, burst out from the collapsed soldiers - their bodies had become charred black at this moment, and some of them were even
The moment it fell, it had broken into several pieces and scattered, like charcoal in a stove.
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