"Now, do you still think that Meteorite is made of broken copper and iron?" With a mocking tone, the shadow was the first to break the silence.

"You—Are you trying to kill me!?" Nebet said angrily, chanting a spell in his heart to perform a healing spell, green light spread on his body, his skin absorbed blood, and the wound healed.

"Of course not," Shadow pulled out a roll of paper from his custom belt bag, poured the explosives into the barrel, reloaded the small iron pillar, and after the card was secured, he retracted the weapon and returned to his back, "I'm just showing you that your magic can be restored with that little injury." ”

The meteorite who was stunned for a moment came back to his senses and smiled at Nebet's apology, "Master Nebet, how offended... But you can see the power of it. Strange to say, it is clear that there was such a product as gunpowder in alchemy in the past - there is a thing called "smoke bomb" in the distant country, which is used as a raw material, but there is no record of the previous people making this kind of weapon. Explosive scrolls are mostly used to open mountains and drill stones, and gunpowder is rarely used, and explosive scrolls cannot be miniaturized and filled into guns, but gunpowder can, since I created this weapon, I name it "guns", what do you think? ”

“... So what! Nebet swallowed this breath and replied in a low voice, "The lethality of this thing is nothing more than a more powerful magic ball, if you want to break the slate, I can do it with a single raise of my hand!" ”

"What about ordinary people? Can they break the slate? Meteor then said, "Out of a thousand ordinary people, maybe only ten people have the adaptability to learn magic, one is a gift, then the remaining nine hundred or so people can't defeat those eleven magicians under normal conditions, right?" But with my gun equipped, it is possible. ”

Nebet thought silently.

"Just imagine, a thousand ordinary people use it and fire it on the battlefield, that is the power of a thousand magic balls, I don't think the whole city can find a thousand magic adapters." The meteorite is getting more and more interested.

“... It's boring, you should leave this kind of thing to Your Majesty, it's just a little ghost who is used as a tool, and he still enjoys it. Nebet said with disdain on the surface, but his heart was still a little shaken, and he was first aware that the status of mages might be affected, especially some waste mages with weak magical power, which had nothing to do with him.

The Shadow unhappily put her hand on Meteor's shoulder and shook her head at him, signaling that she didn't need to explain to Nebet and went about her own business.

"Time is running out, Shadow," said Nebet, pointing to the map, "and if you can't catch up with the vanished bastard guard, I'll let Your Majesty test you." ”

The shadow walked over, glanced at the map carefully, and memorized the terrain in his mind, "You said it inappropriately, if the target is not found, it means that you were overconfident in your marking magic, and you failed." ”

Nebet clasped his hands together and indignantly inhaled and exhaled.

"When the time comes, I'll gladly advise the king and commission the meteorite to make marker-type items, maybe it will be more reliable than magic."

"You!" Nebet pointed to his nose.

"It's too hard for me," Meteor waved his hand, "I don't have a clue right now about doing that kind of thing." ”

The shadow smiled lightly, stepped into the black shadow of Nebet on the ground, and suddenly sank like falling water, disappearing from everyone's view.

"I'll make good use of your guns," a shadow sounded in the corner of the room, and everyone looked back to find him moving to the front of the door, his head poking out in the shadow of the wooden box created by the firelight, "and then give you feedback, Meteorite, I believe you will continue to make improvements." ”

"Hmm!" Meteorite nodded confidently.

After that, the shadow sank into the ground again, and no one knew the real name of the shadow, including the meteorite, who had been called him for a long time, and it was also his self-name. The shadow is a gifted person who can travel between the shadows that are not lit and the shadows that are separated by a distance nearby, and the shadows can freely cross. With such talent, few people survived his assassination.

"Want to hear my vision for the Gun Scale?" After the shadow left, the meteorite said to Nebet with great interest, "If the iron ball is large-scale and replaced with a large iron ball, it will definitely be much more powerful than the ordinary magic ball, and it may be able to break through the city wall at once!" ”

"Hmph." Nebet put away the map and turned away without waiting to see him. Weave through the crowds of pedestrians in the royal palace.

The maid carried the tray of coffee from the back kitchen through the guarded gates to His Majesty's bedchamber.

Instead of knocking, she gently pushed open the wooden door with the help of the doorkeeper, and the maid entered, placing the hot coffee on the delicate round table.

He bowed to the acting king Zangwill, who had been overworked last night, had just left the throne room meeting during the day, and had fallen asleep immediately, and then quietly left, though all this would not be seen by the sleeping king.

Every once in a while the king may wake up, but not necessarily to wake up, and his snoring can be heard by anyone who passes by outside the door.

When the cup of coffee was cold, the servant at the door would order someone to change it again. So the door often opens and closes quietly.

Just between the closing and closing just now, in the back of the maid leaving, Xia Zuo stood up from a squatting position. The door closed, and only him and Zangwill were left in the room.

... I don't know if it was the smell of coffee, or the coldness of metal on his neck, Zangwille slowly opened his eyes, and found that the strange man held the blade of his sword against his throat, and drank the coffee silently with the other hand.

"Don't make a sound, or you know the consequences." After sucking a small sip of coffee, Xia Zuo pursed his lips and said. Before Zangwill exclaimed.

Zoncowell took a half breath, instantly realized the situation, and didn't dare to continue shouting.

"If I ask you something, you can answer in a whisper, but if I ask you to do anything, you can do it quietly, and nod when you understand."

Zangwill nodded, his face rubbing against the pillow.

"Put your hands crossed flat on your chest," Xia Zuo put the coffee on the bedtable, changed his left hand to hold the sword, and freed up the palm pattern of his right hand, "and looked directly here." ”

To be on the safe side, we will continue with the next arrangements after we have done this.

"The totem of the double droplets...", Zangwill's lips twitched.

"I didn't let you speak, wait a minute, do you recognize?" Xia Zuo frowned.

In order to enslave the dwarven imp and let the shadow die for himself, Zangwill read the books related to the slave spell seal, and also consulted the mage traveler who passed through the country, that person is really a believer in the water god Mi, he said that the magic of the god Mi has a way of looking directly at the water drop pattern to be enslaved...

Zangwill realizes that the pattern in front of him is extremely dangerous, and that it will only bring one consequence to himself - enslavement.

How can the king of a country be enslaved!? It means that the whole country will fall into his hands.

"Guards!"

Xia Zuo took a step forward and stabbed his sword into his throat as he shouted the last word halfway, and his voice stopped.

His eyes widened slightly, this was something Xia Zuo didn't expect, the other party would actually disobey the threat...

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