Thirty, forty, forty, forty-two people? The shock comes from at least a hundred miles away, but the end must be before the gates of Burgundy.
The psychic gaze of the psychic sags slightly, but all his attention was already focused on the shadowless, invisible tremor of space. The vibration that ordinary people could not even detect was captured by some special feelings, clearly and clearly in Edward
In his heart, he outlines pictures that transcend ordinary dimensions.
Such cognition is irrational. The amplitude of the dimensional shock is only half a breath. With the five senses of human beings, it may not even be aware of this kind of thing, let alone just judge the number of opponents from the faint vibration.
However, Edward did this. The result similar to the prediction appeared naturally in his mind, as clear and accurate as hundreds of times, and even the result was certain, and there was no need to verify the result.
Of course, Edward actually didn't know how to verify this result.
At this time, using long-distance and large-scale teleportation requires a lot of things... Because of some changes in the spatial rules, the requirements for accurate positioning and powerful power are becoming increasingly stringent, so I am not careful.
It may mean a huge suicide operation. Therefore, except for those real masters, few spellcasters are willing to try this kind of thing. Most people would rather wait for this inexplicable change to pass, or simply
I used the original method to rush on the road.
The moment the thoughts swim, the travelers of space were already outlining the outline of their bodies by the silver color of the astral world.
As expected, all the mage robes were in full bloom.
"I am the head of these wizards, and we were ordered to be dispatched to Burgundy to assist Count Edward Vincent's work."
The one who spoke to them was a tall man. He looked in his thirties. He raised his head and showed the sickly pale face that the mage often had. It was just that his short brown hair and short beards were neatly trimmed to highlight a kind of noble talent.
Some were neat. When he noticed Annasu, who came out to greet him with two followers, his expression clearly showed some displeasure.
Although in Tuminis, a formal wizard has the highest status as a viscount, even aristocrats of the ranks of marquis and dukes will not lose their etiquette when facing them, not to mention that dozens of people gathered close to them.
, or is it beyond the existence of an ordinary mage?
A count, shouldn't he lead the crowd to welcome him in this situation? Even if there is something to delay, he should at least line up to express enough respect, right?
But what are these in front of her? Although the woman in a pitch-black long skirt is beautiful, the white and fancy style of her sleeves, collar and cuffs is enough to show her status... Even if she has added those cute layered cloths as
Decoration. But apart from the maid, this woman seems to be hard to associate with anything else?
"I am the Count... I am ordered to receive you all. I have arranged a rest place for you and prepared a simple meal. If you allow me, please wait for us to open the city gate."
With a commanding tone, the woman seemed to care about the atmosphere at all, even if the mages might prefer other reception methods.
Allow? Is there any other option?
The angry mages gathered on their faces. A hustle of dissatisfaction broke out between them, but in the end, the cold and hard city gate in front of them seemed to have become higher-level, and the choice they faced was very simple.
Either wait here or turn around and go back.
But, what can I do when I go back?
In the shadows on the city wall, Edward nodded slightly.
It seems that these people have good abilities. Even the weakest one has touched the edge of the Five Ring Magic Net, and is only one step away from the high-level mage. However, it may be because of this,
Some people are also particularly unfriendly - especially those women who don't look that old and those pretty good-looking women.
The deputy mentor Thomas was really willing to spend a lot of money to please Edward.
Of course, this may also be because of his insufficient estimate, thinking that these people can play other roles under Edward's hands?
"It's a bit of quality..."
"It's just a devil's trick." Compared to Edward's generous praise, the Lich just sent a short comment in the words of the soul: "A waste of brain food."
The unique comment method of the spirit-sucking monster made Edward smile. With the help of divine power, he could of course see that the purple-red glimmers on the bodies of these guys, which were mixed with different colors from the human souls, were the result of the erosion of demonic power.
And their abilities must have been forcibly improved by the help of the power of another world.
Of course, this kind of thing is just a natural thing. Most of the people who can be selected as national mages are ordinary people with ordinary qualifications and it will be difficult for them to cross the threshold of the Fifth Ring Road in their entire lives. Since they know that the road ahead is no longer open, they can find another way.
It became a matter of course.
And such people are undoubtedly the most susceptible to temptation.
However, this world has always been realistic and fair. If you want to get results, you must pay a price. It is common for pies to fall from the sky, but removing traps is a poison... And the devil's usual trick is nothing more than
Erosion of life or other basic needs, in short, if this continues, these people can last for at most more than ten years and will end up.
The souls completely hatch into soul larvae, the most popular nutrient for demons, or they will be slightly kind and evolve into some of them with more luck into demons - the weakest who trade with demons, and this is probably the case.
"Is there a way to turn them into mine? I mean, keep memory, ability, but absolutely obey my orders, oh, if you can, can you remove the side effects of that ability as much as possible?"
The group of people walked into the city gate and asked the psychic, and the answer received was Katzejek's deep contempt.
"Who do you think I am?"
"how long?"
"Everyone, about six days. Give me a large enough venue, as well as Mithril and water sources. One hourglass time every day, and first of all, it is clear that even the most perfect method cannot guarantee that there will be no failure. Ten
There may be a failure in it.”
"Just do your best."
The gates of Burgundy slowly opened. Dozens of wizards with complaints were welcomed into the city. These poor people did not know their fate and had long been doomed by a few short conversations. In fact, they were now
There was no other thing in my mind - through the city's wide gate corridor, the wide street that could accommodate four carriages in parallel separated the rugged lights on both sides, and the tall mage tower occupied the
The center of all sight.
In the deep blue sky, starlights are slowly lit up, but the existence of the tower seems to have absorbed all the light around it. It is indescribable depth, whether it is the gradually lit up starlight in the sky or the ground.
The fire in the town cannot illuminate it at all. Only in the senses of the casters can you see colorful colors - powerful magic power creates indescribable fine textures. The tower surrounded every inch of color
Although it is incomparable to the towering tower in Romanti City, which is even like an illusion. But the feeling of existence and the magic net twisted in the luster make the surging magic seem to be able to follow the sight.
It was sent into every observing heart, making them forget to move forward for a moment, and even involuntarily hold their breath.
After the stagnation, there was a shocking noise, but the team quickly became silent. Before the arrival, the leaders of the upper level had already sent a document to give them a rough idea of the owner of the city.
Know. At least the guy who knows the title of ** Master Apprentice is definitely not an ordinary person...
However, it seems that today is destined to be a day to subvert common sense for these mages, because the guide who looked like a maid did not take them straight to the gate of the tower, but walked directly into it.
In a small fortress not far from the city gate.
Through a narrow door, slowly descend along a rotating staircase. The dim light on both sides reflects the pale face of everyone, and the messy footsteps become more and more empty as the steps extend, constantly hovering downward passage
For a moment, it seemed endless, and the incomprehensible prospect made the mages finally start to whisper and guess their upcoming destiny.
Could it be that you are going to play with the nobles' despicable demonstrations, and you will get some leftovers, cell meadows and other things to kill the spirit of others?
The imagination of several mages who came from small nobles was undoubtedly quite creative. Although under normal circumstances, even the most arrogant and stupid nobles could not use this foolish way to deal with a spellcaster, who knows? Legend
This city lord is the biggest lucky person in the entire Tuminis for hundreds, or even thousands of years. It took only a few months to go from a penniless mercenary to an apprentice of a ** teacher.
How could such an indescribable nouveau riche guess his mentality by using normal circumstances?
Fortunately, these absurd speculations quickly turned into delusions. The long circumcision ladder reached the end, and the wide and indescribable space was presented to everyone. Thirty-six rough pillars supported the area to cover nearly five
The huge hall with a radius of hundreds of feet, the dim brightness of the dance technique could not even illuminate the ceiling above the head, but the guide of the maid's outfit seemed to have no intention of stagnation, and led the team through the wide space, pointing to a person who could compare to the ordinary.
A large row of door openings on both sides of the walkway of the castle hall.
"This is your future residence. Next, we will provide you with water and food regularly. This is your usual activity area. Every ten days, you can use your free time one day, and you can just keep it in the rest of your time.
The Lord's character is completed here. According to Lord's wishes, a teleportation array to the city is needed for you to use. This is your first task. The materials will be delivered tomorrow morning. After completion, you can
The contribution points calculated based on the amount of effort can be used to exchange for more things, and the more outstanding talents who contribute can also be exposed to higher confidentiality and materials."
The maid turned around after speaking in one breath, ignoring the strange expressions of the mages staring at each other, walking towards the stairs, but then remembered something and stopped:
"By the way, don't walk around. During the rest days, you can wander around the city, but if the guys who don't get the chance walk around randomly, the Lord will give you a chance to do a spell duel alone... I heard that the national mages
They all advocate empirical evidence, so I guess some of you may not mind verifying the lord’s abilities in person?”
The woman's voice was clear and gentle. But some of the meanings in the words made the mages feel cold. According to recent rumors, the Lord of the Lord seemed to have just successfully killed the Imperial Master in a war on the border of the empire.
Tesla, even though there are too many undeterminable parts of this legend, no one seems to want to try a challenge at this time and here.
However, when the strange maid disappeared in the teleportation luster, everyone's emotions suddenly became active, and their rooms were soon explored, and there were only one bed, one table, one chair, one bookshelf, ten feet
The square room must not satisfy the curiosity of a mage. After confirming that there was no spell for surveillance in the empty hall, someone immediately became unscrupulous.
"Damn... Can't we stay in this place without even a ghost? We are mages, not to be slaves for that damn... guy!" A younger guy cursed and got it immediately
A few people responded: "What is this? Let a maid greet us? It's too big aura, right?" "Yes, and what is the 'first mission'? Don't she know that making magic circles will cause
How much loss?" "And, where is our supper?"
"A maid is really nothing great. But when she was there just now, why didn't this mage speak?"
A discordant note sounded in the crowd, and the irony made everyone turn their eyes and stare at the mage with a handsome face, who seemed to have no sense of public anger: "Dissatisfied words
, Go and find him now?"
"Bastard... do you think I dare not?" This suggestion seemed to be reasonable, so everyone around him turned their eyes immediately. The guy who was exposed by a word obviously couldn't bear the sarcasm, and he immediately jumped up. But his handsome face was
The mage didn't answer, but just looked at him with a smile until his face turned red. Finally, he turned around and walked towards the spiral ladder on the other side of the hall.
Everyone followed the unknown angry guy with their eyes until the edge of the spiral ladder, watching him step by step up the stairs.
Step by step, two, three steps, and didn't seem to see anything strange happening, but just as everyone relaxed and thought that everything was just a bluff performance, the unlucky guy suddenly made a half-sounding sound.
It's just half the tone, just like half the word you.
Then there was the long silence, and the dim light dance illuminated the pale faces of the mages, and at the intersection of their sight, the unlucky 'pioneer' had been suspended in the air - a circle of brown, like an octopus tentacle.
Something lingers on his head, hanging him in the air like a radish, and he can't break free by just grabbing and tearing his hands. The next moment, his figure disappeared and disappeared, leaving only a trace in everyone's eyes.
A subtle red light,
It seems like a jumping sight
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etc.
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After going around and returning to the mage tower, his own room on the top floor was already silent. Miss Half-elf and Miss Dowle were about to start preparing for the ceremony of their gods and left. However, as soon as he stepped into the room, a golden figure suddenly became fierce.
The ground pounced on it, with a hot tongue in it,
“Meow…”
"Don't you go to bed? Put your robe on..." Edward
"I can't sleep, so boring me, you play with me... Meow hahaha, your face is so ridiculous. Don't meow, that thing is so heavy and smelly, there is a sensation."
The layer of golden soft hair on the girl's body has gradually faded, and a large area of skin is exposed under the neck. The light brown smooth skin shines in the moonlight, and there is no trace of hair that has ever grown. Edward couldn't help but reach out to lightly
Then the delicate touch made him sigh in his heart the wonder of magic. Although Cecilia adheres to the so-called barbarian bloodline, she is far from the existence of a fierce man with hormone disorders.
...The figure is tall and well-proportioned at most, and there is no rebirth of hair. If there are more rough pores due to the transformation of animals, then it will be a waste of resources.
"Meow...It's so itchy...but, it's quite comfortable. Touch meow again..."
Edward couldn't help but smile, gently tugging the big cat's chin with his fingers, so the cat raised his neck, squinted his beautiful golden eyes, and rubbed Edward's face with his cheeks. This action made her almost completely pounce on him.
When the man was on his body, his soft and plump chest was pressed against him, and a faint fragrance radiated and lingered on the man's nose.
"It's nothing, I should remember it. Everyone in my family, as well as magical cats,... Well, I still remember what happened to that cat teacher."
"Marilyn? What do you remember about her?"
"Well, a little vague meow. She said she gave me a fun thing. I tried it. It's very interesting. You can destroy some low-level magic items..."