The Mages Guild, which was originally prepared to lead a confrontation with Vincent, was also shocked by the Fresnel lens.
Anyone can see that in this competition, the great magician's five fireball magic did not show an overwhelming advantage in front of the demon's lens.
Even if you are a great magician, you will be so exhausted after casting a spell once that you will not be able to relax for a long time.
The demon lord can just tinker with it and push out a mirror, and he can easily melt steel.
The most frightening thing is that this mirror does not require any magic, all it needs is ubiquitous sunlight.
As long as the weather is sunny, even the lowest-level skeleton, holding the same thing, can produce output similar to that of a great magician.
Just imagining this kind of scene scares magicians.
What's more, although the process of manufacturing this kind of equipment seems to be mind-numbingly troublesome, it is still easier than a magician who has no experience and spends a lifetime practicing magic.
In order to practice magic, the great magician Safin has not married yet, and he can be called a model of practice.
Just like this, he is self-disciplined and enterprising. He is relatively famous among ordinary magicians, but the result is not as good as a lens made by a demon boy with his bare hands...
"I lost."
Before the great magician could figure out how to explain, Vincent easily raised his hand to express that his skills were inferior to others.
"Ah? Wait, where did you lose?" Although Safin was pleasantly surprised, he still asked doubtfully, "Didn't your mirror melt the iron plate?"
Although he did not break through the iron plate, the great magician still inadvertently put his and Vincent's results on the same level.
However, the young lord did not dwell on the differences, but humbly reviewed himself.
"If I were to compete with you one-on-one with this thing, I will definitely lose because of my poor magic." Vincent answered very seriously, "I'm sorry, this is not actually prepared for a personal duel. I committed a foul."
Safin was both surprised and secretly happy about this explanation. He never expected that the demons could be so humble.
Even if he had ulterior motives, this attitude was very appropriate and saved the great magician's face in front of everyone.
On the contrary, Safin himself was a little embarrassed by the lord's attitude.
No matter what, I couldn't accept the victory he gave me without blushing in front of a young man who was not proficient in magic.
"What is it used for?" Safin finally couldn't help but ask, "Does this thing have other uses?"
Lord Vincent raised the corners of his mouth and did not answer directly. Instead, he turned back and looked maliciously at Niniya, who had admired his master just now.
"Good things must be shared with others. There are always some rebels who destroy the peace of the territory and want to subvert my territory."
"In return, I will send them warmth. In the original plan, I would let them open their eyes wide and see every inch of their skin and flesh, from their toes to their internal organs, all burnt to ashes without consuming a single piece of firewood..."
Thinking of the tragic situation of ordinary people being reduced to ashes under this light, the girl, who was already frightened, shivered all over reflexively.
However, she also felt aggrieved in her heart.
Why didn't he scare anyone but her, Ninja Wald?
The magicians searched all the ancient books and documents in their minds, but never thought of such a cruel punishment.
Compared with the guillotine, the horror of the lens lies in its precision and efficiency, which is more intimidating than the Louis XVI Happy Platform.
Only then did Safin remember that even though the man was handsome and humble, he was still a real devil deep down.
Otherwise? Which human being has such a rich imagination and can create such a cruel work of art?
If I really focus on fighting against the demons, can I really withstand the suffering and torture before becoming a hero?
Thinking of this, Safin involuntarily shed a cold sweat on his bare forehead.
What if this young demon doesn't show martial ethics and just cheats and attacks a sixty-nine-year-old old magician all the time?
With the speed at which he sings magic, how can he have the capital to let him take care of himself and reflect on it?
Seeing everyone's faces changing color, Vincent smiled calmly.
"However, for friends who keep their peace and are willing to contribute to the unity and construction of the territory, this is not a weapon, but a welfare."
As he spoke, Vincent selected a relatively clear piece from the crystal fragments he had just cut, looked at Safin's dry and sunken triangular eyes, and then began to rub the new toy.
"Hello, system."
"Ding!"
"Show my protection value."
[Protection value: 3397/6199]
The protection value increased slightly, but Vincent didn't know whether the increase came from the city or the magicians on site.
Generally speaking, magicians are intellectuals who have received a certain degree of education, and their cognition and thoughts are not as easily changed as civilians.
If you want to gain protection from them, you must not just rely on intimidation, but you must come up with something more valuable to convince them.
"Check the situation of the great magician."
"Ding!"
【Safin Rembrandt】
[Race: Human race]
[Age: 69 years old]
[Condition: Poor. (Old and frail, but no serious illness, poor eyesight, unable to see close things clearly)]
[Magic level:★★★(Great magician, specializes in fire magic, good at five fireball combos)]
[Skills:★★★(Alchemist, can refine various magic potions, but cannot solve his own health problems)]
[Loyalty:☆☆(Contempt the demons, fear technology, difficult to bribe without lack of money, not unconvincable)]
[Playfulness Index: 78]
[Playfulness potential: lv4]
[Believer attribute: Believer]
Huh?
Vincent didn't expect that this old man could be regarded as a believer of the Craftsman God?
This may be because alchemists always deal with various tools and equipment.
As long as this person is skilled enough, he should be able to convince!
"What are you doing?" Safin stared at the increasingly thin lenses in Vincent's hand and asked with caution, "Are there any miniature torture tools?"
"No, dear Lord Safin, I want to show you a treasure."
While explaining, Vincent took out a few copper coins and rolled the metal into an oval frame to wrap the lens.
Although the processing skills of copper handicrafts cannot be used to make coins, it is more than enough to make a picture frame.
After a while, a strange object that he had never seen before appeared in front of Safin.
Although it was the first time he saw such an item, Safin had a feeling that it was something extraordinary.
The main body of this object is two crystal lenses, the size and size of which are exactly the same as the human eye socket.
The lens is not made into a simple circle like the lens just now, nor does it have those complicated concentric threads, it is just a simple convex lens.
The copper frames inlaid with lenses are very thoughtfully made. Not only do they have two raised nose pads on the bridge of the nose, there are also two long thin legs behind the lenses, and the curved back ends can hook the ears.
It was custom-made for Safin's big nose and ears.
"Use it like this." Vincent gestured and placed the lenses in the frame on the bridge of his nose and ears. "You can try it and see if it will help your vision?"
Safin did not dare to use it directly. He was at war in his heart. Although he could see that this item was unique, it always made people feel uneasy when it came from the hands of a devil.
Although the great magician himself remained silent, there were others who were direct.
"Isn't there a devil's curse on this? If you put it on, your soul will be taken away or your mind will be controlled, right?" A magician said suspiciously, "This gift is too suspicious."
This was expected, so Vincent hooked his hand at Niniya and motioned for her to come over and demonstrate.
"Ah! Why do you have to do this kind of thing every time?"
The unlucky girl started to tremble again, lamenting in her heart that she met someone unkind.