Everyone may be tapped on the blackboard by the teacher during class, so that the students below can keep a quiet memory.

That anxious, hysterical shout made the teacher on the podium no longer elegant, and also made the atmosphere of the whole classroom full of opposition and disharmony.

And at this moment, Jarvis's state is much more elegant. He just stood there, and in a not-so-high-pitched tone, he opened his mouth to say a threatening word to Herman.

He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but this little thing, to Herman's ears, was definitely not a trivial matter.

In the next second, Herman, who felt his hairs stand on end, as if he was being targeted by a giant beast, immediately instinctively slapped the table heavily, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Shut up for me!" ”

Obviously, the effect of a student representative shouting at me to shut up in class is obviously more lethal than the teacher's shouting of this sentence.

Regardless of whether he is usually a school bully or not, and how much prestige he has in the class collective. Everyone will stop in a daze, looking at this classmate shouting at the top of his voice, as if he is looking at a fool.

And at this time, Herman's cry is this feeling. Everyone stopped making noise and looked at Herman dumbfounded, wondering why he bothered everyone to vent their dissatisfaction.

He himself was embarrassed, he could only stand there, enjoying the gaze of so many people, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, he was just a knee-jerk reaction in a hurry, and now that he calmed down, he didn't know whether Jarvis was just intimidating him or if he wanted to be real.

"You think I'm joking with you? I have so much work to do every day that you can't even imagine. Jarvis spoke impatiently, his tone full of condescension.

This may be the way he usually talks to his subordinates, the attitude that a magician should have.

Although the mage does not continue to be above mortals now, any strong person with great power will have a little bit of pride in his own blood.

Even in the earth civilization, a demigod and half-immortal who can live for hundreds of years and have mastered some spells will have a little sense of superiority when facing ordinary people, right?

Perhaps, this familiar tone gave Herman a sense of familiarity. He shuddered, subconsciously bent down and bowed his head, making a deferential appearance.

At this time, Herman, the nobleman of the wall-grass grass, finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from.

This is how those demon commanders spoke to him when the demons invaded before, and he could only make this kind of deferential action to save his own life.

He betrayed those nobles who were unwilling to surrender and sacrificed the flesh and blood of many commoners, so that he could keep his glory and wealth, and only then did he have today's status and glory.

And his ancestors before, the gene of groveling for magicians was also buried deep in his body, making him involuntarily show his servility, which looked so obscene.

"You, what did you just say......" In the end, Herman decided to test it and see if he could find his own field.

Although he was a little weak-minded, he still knew some of the laws of the Orchid Hill Empire, and he knew that his status was the same as that of the magician in front of him, and the other party did not dare to blatantly use magic to burn a mortal here.

In other words, even if the other party wants to do it, it will not be so reckless, everyone can still sit down and have a good talk, talk about interests and other things, and give each other a step.

It's a pity that he still underestimated the determination of the Ellan Hill Empire to control the southern region, and also underestimated the pride of a magician who has been in a high position for a long time.

"I don't have time to play with you, so I'm going to fix the problem now." Jarvis said as he motioned to one of the guards who had been standing behind him and placed the paper and pen on the table.

"Write down where you hid the gold coins, and leave a ...... of ways to contact the private army," he said, pushing the paper into the middle of the table with a push of his hand, and commanding, "If you don't write, don't blame me!" ”

"You're welcome? You're welcome, what can you do? A fat nobleman had long been unhappy with Herman's shout just now, and the atmosphere that suddenly became quiet at the scene, slapped the table hard, and asked loudly.

This nobleman really had nothing to fear, because he also thought that Yalves looked strong and actually didn't dare to do anything too much to them!

But, alas, he was wrong. In this place, the price of wrongness is to pay with one's own life.

Just as he was about to continue roaring at Yalvis, he felt his mouth suddenly dry up.

It was as if he was in the middle of the desert, and he felt so thirsty that his whole tongue was exposed to the sun like a salted fish.

He felt that his mouth was unconscious, so he grabbed the wooden water cup in front of him, and poured the boiling water in it, which he had disliked before and was not clean enough, into his mouth in one go.

Because of the excessive movements, and the fact that his hands were not very obedient, some water even rushed up his face, down his cheeks, down his thick neck, and down his neck, into his expensive hand-sewn clothes.

When a whole glass of cold water was poured into his mouth, the obese aristocrat found that his mouth still felt dry. He grabbed the other man's glass of water and poured it into his mouth again.

It's a pity that when he was doing all this, the whole person was in a bit of a trance, so his movements had begun to deform, and the whole glass of water was poured on his face.

"You...... What was done to me? He questioned Jarvis vaguely, as he saw behind the other man, a huge magic circle was flashing with an eerie light.

At this moment, he can no longer take care of his image, and he no longer has the courage to be arrogant. He struggled to grab another glass of water and poured it in his face in desperation.

"What did you do to him?" It was only then that Herman remembered his ancestors' fear of magicians. It was a fear of the gods, a visceral fear.

It's not just demons in this world who can easily kill a person, but so can magicians.

Herman questioned and found that Jarvis had no intention of answering his question, so he quickly turned his head and looked at the fat nobleman on the other side.

Of course he knew each other, this fat man was his loyal follower, and the two had a very good personal relationship, and of course they were similar in personality. They are all the kind of ruthless people who will do anything for wealth, and they are also the "grande" who is unstoppable.

It's just that when he looked at the familiar fat man, he found that the other party's body had been thinner than the familiar appearance before.

That huge, fat body, for some reason, is collapsing little by little, as if the grease in it has been "fried" in a frying pan.

Of course, the reason why it is so described is because Herman really saw that the familiar fat nobleman's side was steaming out of a white, meaty smoke.

"Water...... Help, help! Water, give me water...... "The fat man didn't know whether it was to return to the light or to play extraordinarily, so he jumped up and climbed onto the table, grabbed one water cup after another, and splashed the water on his face regardless of it.

Unfortunately, he poured glass after glass of water, but it still did not alleviate the disaster he was experiencing. Soon, black smoke came out of his mouth, and his fat, ugly face was twisted and reddened, and then burned through by the flames tumbling inside.

He was alive by the flames in his body, and no matter how much he struggled and rolled, the flames still consumed his body, roasting his internal organs and his fat to a burst of fragrance.

This may have been a more brutal way to die, and in full view of everyone, a living person was roasted into a shriveled corpse.

Looking at the fat man, who might have weighed three hundred pounds, but now turned into a dried corpse like a mummy, Herman suddenly felt that a yin wind was blowing behind him, and his whole body stiffened with fright.

......When the fat man's dried corpse was finally paralyzed on the table and no longer moved, a young nobleman finally couldn't bear it anymore and lowered his head and retched.

Because he hated the breakfast that was not exquisite, he still hadn't eaten anything. So he didn't have anything in his stomach to vomit at all, so he could only retching some stomach acid.

The sound of his vomiting echoed in the quiet room, and Princess Jessica, who had already closed her eyes, frowned, said not to do this next time, and turned to leave her seat and walked out of the barracks.

Jarvis bowed slightly to see off the imperial concubine, then turned around, looked at a room of pale-faced old nobles and old bureaucrats, and asked: "Now, the question is simple, are you ready to die?" ”

"Squeak ......" With an abrupt grinding sound, Herman pulled back from the chair beside him and sat back at the table.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a blank piece of paper in the distance, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the location of his hidden property as quickly as he could.

Because his fingers were trembling all the time, he frequently made mistakes, and from time to time he wiped the sweat drops on his forehead with his hands. But he never paused, didn't dare to slack off even a second.

"Squeak...... After a brief moment of stunnedness, everyone tugged at the chairs beside them, snatched the white paper from the table, and ignored the corpse of the companion in the middle of the table, who had been roasted alive and dried to the corpse.......