William smacked his lips and didn't speak.

Is it yours, Leonard, and you've retreated before I have even set out? So can this be considered my "defeat" of the crusaders?

Just as he was about to open the task panel to take a look, a mournful wolf howl came from the depths of the palace,

"Wow~Woo~"

The piercing howl was terrible and piercing, and unlike the howl of a wild wolf, this howl was more uncomfortable, and in addition to killing accidents, it also carried a ferocious and cruel connotation.

The wolf howl was accompanied by a great deal of other noises, such as the sounds of fighting, screams, and the low roar of some kind of beast.

William frowned and followed the prestige, and found that it was blocked by the raging fire at the entrance of the palace. They had seen the fire when they were still far from the palace, but it had not been extinguished until now, but had burned more and more.

It seems that the fire at the entrance of the palace should be the work of a certain legal professional. William tentatively touched the flames in the doorway.

[Warning, if you have stepped into the damage range of the skill "Mars's Wall of Fire", if you continue to contact this skill, you will enter a burning state]

It's actually a spell with a title?

After hearing the prompt, William's face couldn't help but change, and he was immediately ready to quit, but he had already received the next prompt.

[Warning, if you take fire damage from Empowered Witch LV27, you will enter a burning state and will continue to take damage for a certain period of time]

He hurriedly retreated from the confines of the wall of fire, and kept slapping the flames on his body.

He doesn't have any elemental resistances now, and the damage caused by burning is considerable, and if he stays in the [Wall of Flames of Mars], he may actually be burned to death.

Based on the current damage...... Well...... Burning for an hour or two may not be enough, but it should be about the same by tomorrow morning.

After briefly estimating the damage of this flame skill, William's face suddenly drooped.

Despite its bluffing name, this wall of fire spell is actually a variant of the second-order group attack spell [Wall of Fire], and it is also a weakened version of the damage that sacrifices power to increase duration and range.

Don't look at the person who casts the spell is a third-order, but even if you come to a first-level professional, you can rush over with a little injury, this is completely useless pheasant spell, it's just a name for a skill exclusive to the big guy.

Wow!

After recognizing the fact that the wall of fire was on the surface, William pursed his lips with disdain, as a former legal boss, he didn't look down on this kind of profit-making behavior from the bottom of his heart.

In the conventional cognition of legal professionals, this kind of "name and surname" spell skills are generally exclusive to the big guy.

Either it comes from the flash of inspiration of some genius law professional, or it is simply a private product that has been passed down by a certain spellcaster's family for hundreds of years.

For example, [Staropalel's Starry Sky Compass], [Emir's Absolute Barrier], etc., the spells that dare to be named are generally full of characteristics, even if it is an ordinary low-level spell, the effect is often so strong that it flies.

Most of these powerful skills with surnames or first names will be included in the compilers of the Arcane Empire, and the names of the creators will also be passed down along with the spells.

It's just that after the sand sculpture players grew up, because there were more strange things such as [灬緻椧の嗳灬's Staff of God] and [Snow White's Stepmother's Desire Whipping] in the included spells, this kind of high-level behavior has changed a little.

But in general, the skills that dare to be named are still not good, either particularly powerful or particularly practical, resulting in the price of learning title skills is also high.

So some people have taken advantage of this loophole, although I don't have the level of the big guy, but I can learn the name of the big guy, just modify the general skills slightly, and dare to name it as my own title spell.

However, there are not many people who do this, after all, it is a stain for a lifetime. Recognized titles need to use real names, and it is easy to nail your name to the pillar of shame.

Most of the people who can do this kind of thing are wandering mages who have no fixed residence, and they often have no funds for research, so they change their spells to cheat some money from the hands of large sums of money.

As for this person named Mars, those bigwigs of the legal system don't seem to have this name, and they don't seem to have a surname like this, so it must be the latter, probably a pheasant mage who came out of a ravine.

......

"Ahh

A wild ...... in a black robe The leprechaun sneezed violently, then rubbed her arm in a reluctant.

In order not to leave a magic fluctuation that could be tracked, she trekked through mountains and rivers along the way, and did not even dare to put a small spell to repel insects, and walked for a whole day and a night before daring to cast a spell to hurry, and her arms were bitten by mosquitoes all over the bag, which was really miserable.

She clenched her fists in indignation, I, Andrea Mars, have never suffered such a big loss! Neither the Church of Fortune nor the Tower of the Six Laws have pit my money!

"I heard that you blew up the church of Eros Church?"

A somewhat playful voice rang out, and the young man behind the table glanced up at her, his eyes strange as if he had spotted a great unlucky ghost.

The two of them were in a palatial hall, which was too empty compared to the ordinary living room, and there was no blind spot in the view, and they could see the end at a glance.

In order to ensure this, even the load-bearing pillars were deliberately reduced by a few bites, and thousands of lamps were kept out all night, and there was not even a palm-sized shadow to be found in such a large building.

The interior of the hall is hardly furnished, except for a large table in the center and an equally tall chair.

The leprechaun was standing in front of the huge table, and Leonard was sitting in the tall chair, looking with interest at the fragrant paper in his hand.

This is a letter from the Church of Eros God, and the wording in it is quite intense. What made the corners of his mouth slightly upturned was that even if he sent a curse letter, the letter paper was still incense, the ink used should be made of rose juice, and even the sealing fire paint was carefully trimmed.

Leonard sniffed the scent of the letter and leaned back in his chair, which pleased him both in content and form.

The hooded goblin on the other side shook her head heavily.

Contrary to Leonard, who was in a happy mood, her words were full of annoyance.

"I didn't do it, they were deliberately framing me in order to get rid of the material!"

In the past few days of running away, she has figured out the cause and effect of the matter, and after returning to the city to consult the relevant classics, she found the truth of the matter - there is something wrong with the man named Hans!

There is no such thing as a companion tree, there is no such thing in all the classics! And that damn wishing fountain, the only one who can be blessed is obviously a fanatical believer who loves God, and it has nothing to do with what love or not love!

Hans!

She gritted her teeth and said the name, etched it into her mind.

That man named Hans has a cold temperament and a handsome appearance, and he has always had a certain relaxing temperament on his body, and now that he thinks about it, it is some kind of charm spell, so he lost his defense!

This bastard not only tricked himself into leaving the agreed place, but also kept trying to tempt himself with beauty and love words. If he hadn't known that there was no magic that could snoop into his heart, maybe he would have been coaxed by him, worthy of being a fanatical believer in the god of love, and really a good hand at playing with love.

She covered her heart in great pain, thinking back to the way she had a good conversation with that man and fell into the trap step by step, and suddenly felt that the whole person was not good.

This damn liar! The batch of materials that he was pitted for is more than enough to cover ten churches! Despicable! Shameless! How can he do such a terrible thing in order to rely on the materials! The Church of the True God is really a bastard without any bottom line!

......

"Didn't you do that? That's a pity. ”

Leonard sighed and picked up a piece of paper on the table to tear it off.

"I thought there was a problem with your deal with them, and in a fit of rage, you ruined the church, and even the money for the materials you was ready to make, since you said it wasn'......"

“......”

"Wait!" the goblin took a deep breath, her face hidden in the shadows under her hood, her silver teeth creaking.

"Although they framed me first, I ...... Actually, it's not completely innocent......"

Listening to her confession of knocking out teeth and swallowing blood, the corners of Leonard's mouth slowly turned up, revealing a smile full of evil taste.

"Really, I'm glad that the Church of Eros was blown up, and I can make you some money to make up for your losses. ”

He twisted his ass forward, jumped out of the tall chair, walked around the table to Andrea, and handed over the papers in his hand with a smile.

"This is a warrant to rebuild Ironthorn City, take it and go to the treasurer to get the first batch of funds. ”

Leonard smiled and said, "You were a famous architect when you were in the Tower of the Six Laws, and you helped many mages repair the Tower of the Wizards, and you also repaired part of the structure of the Tower of the Six Laws.

Since you have this talent, renovate Ironthorn City for me, and I'm going to replace all the original Farrell buildings. ”

After hearing Leonard's request, Andrea frowned in embarrassment, and said with some hesitation: "Lord Leonard, there are too many buildings in the original Farrell family, and if you want to replace them one by one, the cost may be much higher than demolishing and rebuilding."

"Really?" Leonard waved his hand nonchalantly.

If I don't have enough money, I'll go to the Church of Fortune to borrow it, oh yes, I'll warn you. ”

Leonard smiled and said to the goblin, "The commission on this list will definitely satisfy you, so remember, don't do anything with the money for the construction of the city." ”

As he spoke, he jokingly crossed his palm and placed it in front of his throat in a slashing motion.

"If you're too greedy, don't blame me for hanging you on the gates. ”

......

Hearing that she could make up for some of the losses, Andrea's face suddenly softened a lot. She nodded noncommittally at Leonard's playful threat and hurried out of the hall with her warrant.

Thinking back to the beautiful manor of the Church of Eros, the leprechaun couldn't help but feel a little excited.

Cutting corners is not in line with my creed, since I do it, I must do my best! The new Iron Thorn City is in my hands, and it will definitely be ten times better than that manor!

She opened the document in her hand and glanced at it briefly, if you build a city, the approximate cost is materials, design, transportation, and labor......

"Huh, artificial!"

I've now switched to the Undead Sequence, so if I use the Undead to build a city, I shouldn't have to pay for it, right?

A smile finally appeared on the goblin's face.

No, no, no, food, accommodation, labor and other expenses, the application still has to be applied, why can't skeletons and zombies receive wages, and the extra ones are even my hard work~

......