I went out for something and didn't update it on time, sorry! This is the second update of the day)

Of course, compiling a martial arts textbook is not something that can be completed in three or two days, and everyone has their own tasks, the captain of the half-elf guard also has to preside over the daily training of the guards and militia, and Orison also has to go out on patrol, only Polly is more free, so he started this task first, muttering with Clerk Wendel all day long, transforming his ability to steal chickens and dogs from words to words, preparing to train more thieves in the future and harm the enemy.

The Half-Elf and Orison were only able to hurry up and write out their skills in their miserable writing when they were free every day, and then hand them over to Wendell to sort out.

This newly added work not only made the two martial artists who could only wield knives and guns suffer, but also made the self-proclaimed clerk feel miserable, and his head was three inches bigger.

The reason is very simple, the writing ability of the two martial artists is too poor, and there are many things in the martial arts that can only be understood and cannot be spoken, so Wendell often looks at the things written by the two of them inexplicably, and he can't even understand the basic meaning, let alone sort it out, so he has to go to the two parties from time to time to ask, and sometimes he has to go down in person to follow the comparison in person, in order to figure out what the two of them wrote, and then go back and re-describe it with the words he thinks is appropriate.

The arduousness of this work made Wendel feel that if he continued like this, by the time this textbook was completed, he might have become a master of martial arts.

Robert, on the other hand, was busy battling the centaurs and dwarven prisoners of war.

Although these unfortunate captives were already prisoners at this time, they would obediently obey and do some of the physical work that the lord asked them to do, but as soon as they heard that Robert wanted them to teach the unique martial arts of their race to outsiders, they immediately shook their heads one by one, and refused to agree, and all of them became diehards and refused to cooperate.

In the words of the lord, these guys are like stones in a pit in this matter, smelly and hard.

Although Robert used all the tricks he could think of, these guys just didn't see the hard and soft, the oil and salt didn't enter, no matter whether you were coerced or lured or tortured, if you didn't teach, you didn't teach, and there was a feeling of seeing death as home.

In desperation, Robert had no choice but to repay the lord in a gloomy manner, saying that he had nothing to do with these guys.

After listening to Robert's account, the lord's eyes rolled and he laughed: "You still always boast that you are the most powerful liar in Hammondal, and you can't even handle such a trivial matter, so you can just deceive them?" ”

Robert was stunned at first, then bewildered.

"My lord, what do you say? How am I going to fool them? ”

"Forget it, the master of the skill will go out in person, didn't you say that if I go to be a liar, I will definitely be a grandmaster? I'm going to show you the grandmaster-level tricks right now! Keep them obediently open! ”

So the two of them took a few guards and went to the place where the prisoners of war were kept, and with them, of course, the sorceress who was about to turn into a lord and drag oil bottles.

Due to the destruction of the castle, the prisoners of war were now being held in the basement of a residential building not far from the temporary camp of the Lord's Guard.

This large building was the home of a local merchant, and when he heard that the lord wanted to requisition his house, the merchant moved out very generously, and said that it didn't matter how long the lord would use it.

Everyone came to the basement, facing a group of centaurs and dwarf prisoners of war, the lord said very enthusiastically: "Today, the master of the ability to come over, what is it for, everyone knows, I won't say anything else, but I want to tell you, even if you don't open your mouth, the master of the ability has a way to make you open your mouth obediently, maybe you don't know, the master of the ability is a grandmaster-level mental magician, do you know the top mental magic?" It's called 'mind control', and the person who is controlled by this magic will become my slave forever, and no matter what I ask him, he will answer honestly! What to say! So you still don't have to leave anything to chance, cooperate with it, everyone will save trouble! ”

These words made the prisoners of war look at each other in shock. Even the Witch and Robert were a little stunned.

"Okay, do you want to talk to me about anything now?" The lord looked at the prisoners of war with a smile, and the expression of the smiling flesh made the prisoners of war shudder.

Suddenly, a dwarf jumped up and shouted, "Don't believe his nonsense! He's lying to us! He wants to take our words! ”

"Really?" The lord looked at this dwarf and sneered, "Bring them all out and let them see if I have lied to the master!" ”

At the signal of the lord, the soldiers of the guard tied the prisoners into rice dumplings one by one, and then escorted them all out of the basement to a clearing.

Then the dwarf who had just shouted was picked out by the Great Lord Chen Jian: "Take him over there, the main skill is to cast magic, and there can't be too many people around, so as not to affect the effect of the spell!" Get out of the way, too! ”

Under the watchful eyes of the people, the lord and two guards escorted the dwarf into the distance, and stopped when they could be seen by the crowd but could not hear them.

Then the two guards also quickly left the lord's side.

Whether it was the centaur and the dwarven prisoner of war, or the guardsmen, or Robert and the sorceress, they all looked at the lord and the dwarf with nervous eyes without blinking.

Under the gaze of everyone, the lord first asked the dwarf battle prisoner some questions, and although the dwarf had his back to everyone, everyone clearly saw that the dwarf shook his head very resolutely and refused.

It seems that the lord tried to force the dwarf to submit, but failed.

After the defeat, the lord did not lose heart, but quickly gestured with his hands, muttered words in his mouth, and then pressed his hands on the dwarf's head.

When the hands left the dwarf's head, an eerie scene appeared.

When the lord asked again, the dwarf hesitated visibly, then nodded.

Both the prisoners of war and others were in an uproar.

Then the lord asked many more questions, and the dwarf nodded in reply.

The rest of the prisoners of war, whether centaurs or dwarves, were all in a mess, and they panicked.

This lord is really a mental magic master, and he really uses that magic called "mind control" to control others and make them his slaves!

What can I do?

By this time, the lord had already smiled and waved his hand to the guards, asking them to take the dwarf who had already shown considerable cooperation.

When the lord returned to the front of the prisoners of war, the eyes of all the prisoners of war looked at him changed, a look of fear that only appeared when they saw the legendary demon.

The thought of the possibility of being turned into a slave without independent thoughts by this lord made all the prisoners of war feel chills on their bodies and cold hands and feet.

If the mind is really controlled by someone, then what is the meaning of such a life? It's better to live than to die!

"Who's next?" The lord asked with a smile, his sharp eyes brushing over the faces of the prisoners of war.