The dungeons of Earl McNuss were dark and damp, and the damp dungeons were full of insects, rats, and centipedes, which were used to imprison errant servants. The lewd man was tied into rice dumplings and kneeled on a pile of weeds, next to a wooden toilet that was not too clean. Separated by a row of wrist-thick wooden stakes, there is a table and a bench outside. Duon and Justin sat side by side on it, their eyes gloomy.

"Our policy is to confess, be lenient, resist strictly, and sit in prison if you tell a lie. Do you understand? ”

"Mingming, Mingming, understand!" The lewd man stuttered even more.

"What's your name?"

"Barbaroa!"

"Say the full name!"

"Nick Jan Blatchek Barbaroa."

"Okay, Barbaroa, let me ask you, where did you cross over? What did you do in your last life? ”

"Wear ...... Exceed? "Barbaroa's IQ is obviously not enough, what is this called interrogation? Why can't I understand a word? He was stunned: "What do you mean?" ”

"Pretending to be confused, isn't it?" Du Ang slapped the table: "Tell me honestly, what did you do in your last life?" ”

"Then where do I know?"

"He won't tell the truth, Brother Jia, give him a good taste, our traverser's face has been lost by this bastard."

On the way to the dungeon, Duon had already told Justin about Barbaroa's possession of a silver coin from Lilia, and Justin was indignant. So the two of them have already discussed, to clean up this shameless lewd man, let him suffer a little, who made him embarrass the traverser? So Justin was not polite, raised his hand, and threw a handful of itching powder on Barbaroa. One, two, three...... With a bang, Barbaroa fell to the ground, and a strong bone, snot and tears came out: "Ah, help, help, it's itching me!" At this time, he didn't stutter at all.

Barbaroa's current appearance is much worse than the original Duang, and Duang could still reach out and scratch his body a few times at that time, but now Babaloa is tied up with a rope, and he has no chance to scratch it.

This is called not to live but not to die, Barbaroa's snot and tears, even Du Ang felt a little sad when he saw it......

"To say or not to say?"

"I said, I said ......"

Duon tilted his head, and Justin raised his hand again, removing the effect of the itchy powder. Barbaroa lay on the ground with a snort, gasping for air.

"Did you cross over?"

"I ...... I...... I am! ”

"And what did you do in your last life?"

"I ...... I...... I'm a pig killer! ”

"Where's the man?"

"I'm ...... I am...... I see, it seems to be from the village of Pavlov! Barbaroa was crying and talking nonsense, and he was so aggrieved that he thought it was over, and he had fallen into the hands of two madmen......

"Pavlov village? You weren't Chinese in your last life? Before Duon could react, Justin's eyes immediately widened. Pavlov village? Phew, Pavlov Village is a small village next to Yanjing, not on earth at all.

"Don't tell the truth, do you?" Justin slammed the table.

Barbaroa wept bitterly: "Two or two magicians Mr. Xian, I am wrong, I really know that I am wrong, I shouldn't pretend to be a magician, I am a bastard, I am a bastard." I...... How do I know what I did in my last life? I haven't even figured it out in this life......"

He stammered, and it took a long time for Duon and Justin to figure out what he was talking about, and the two of them looked at each other, as if he wasn't lying. Could it be that he really didn't come back in time?

"No, I saw him smoke with my own eyes." Du Ang swore and said, "You say, if he wasn't a traverser, how could he smoke?" Is there such a thing as a cigarette on the continent of St. George? Didn't you? ”

As he spoke, Duon took out the pile of jars and jars that had been found out of Barbaroa's body and the small stone for which he did not know what it was used for, and placed them on the table. When I opened one of the bottles, I saw that there were more than a dozen cigarette rolls neatly placed inside, but not the kind with a filter, but with white paper rolls, and there were some scattered tobacco shreds inside, similar to the dry tobacco smoked by an old lady in the countryside.

Justin picked up one and sniffed: "It's really smoke......"

He lit the fire and took a puff, then handed it to Duang: "It seems to smell like the Yellow Crane Tower!" ”

Du Ang also took a sip: "How do I feel like Zhongnanhai!" ”

"Fart, Zhongnanhai is raw smoke, this is clearly flue-cured tobacco!"

"Maybe I haven't smoked in a long time, and I can't remember it clearly."

Du Angyang raised the cigarette in his hand and asked, "Barbaroya, let me ask you, since you are not a traverser, where did this thing come from?" ”

"I did it myself!" Barbaroa looked aggrieved.

It's too hard to talk to such a person, Du Ang frowned and said, "Can you talk without stammering?" It's really not okay, you can say it slowly, I sound too awkward. ”

"It's born every day, there is no way, it can't be changed." Barbaroa said with a bitter face: "No, no, no, if I sing, I can be good, it's a lot better!" ”

"Then you can sing and say!"

"Good ......"

"I ask you, how do you do this thing?"

"......" As soon as Duang asked this, Barbaroa's face changed, and he was silent, and he closed his mouth tightly.

"Do you want to tickle again?" Justin raised his hand to scare him.

"You can't do this to me!" Barbaroa was so frightened that she sang loudly...... It's really singing. Duang and Justin were both shocked, and they stammered but didn't stutter anymore, but it was too ugly to hear.

"Why not?" Duang slapped the table.

Barbaroa sang, "Paragraph 2 of Article 3 of the Code of Magicians, magicians have the right to keep their magical skills and magical items secret, and no one can ...... them"

Before he could finish singing, Justin, the scoundrel, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm: "Phew, are you a magician?" Is this a magic item? Who are you fooling, you impostor? ”

Barbaroa's mouth opened, and he finally lowered his head as he looked at the two guys in front of him who were dressed in magical robes.

"Okay, okay, I'll say it."

"Don't say it, you should sing it!"

Barbaroa didn't dare to resist and sang in a low voice: "This thing is called a cigarette, and it is baked with the leaves of bucktooth flowers, plus seven spices such as yellow stone powder, rose incense, and blood durian. After smoking, you can lift your spirits, relax your muscles and invigorate your blood, prolong your life, and ...... Oh, haven't you already drawn it? I don't need to say what I feel about it. ”

"Did you research it yourself?" Duang asked curiously. With such a complex process, if he really researched it himself, then this Barbaroa would definitely be a genius.

"No, my teacher taught me."

"Who is your teacher?"

"He's also a magician, and his name is Goodian......"

"Who? Who is your teacher? You repeat? As soon as he heard the name Goodian, Justin's body couldn't help but shake, and he immediately stood up, and even his fingers trembled a little.

Not only him, but even Duang was a little surprised, although he had only been a magician for a few days, he had already heard the name of Magician Goodian.

On the St. George Continent, the highest level of a magician is level 100, and no matter how awesome it is, it can only be level 100. Only this magician named Good'an, because of his strength far beyond other hundred-level magicians, and his age that can be called a living fossil, and because he has mastered the most forbidden spell-level magic in the world, he is the only one recognized by the Imperial Magicians Association, a level 101 great magician.

"Is that him? How is this possible? Justin muttered incredulously. Magician Goodian is recognized as the most powerful magician on the continent, and at the same time the most mysterious magician, he rarely appears in people's field of vision, and the last time anyone saw him, it seems to be more than fifty years ago.

There is even a theory that he is dead. Well, even if he hadn't died, he would have been at least three hundred years old now. Just imagine, such a three-hundred-year-old level 101 top magician would accept a stammering apprentice like Babaloa, who even struggles to recite spells? Justin didn't believe it at all.

Is it a duplicate name?

How is that possible!

Justin had been in the wizarding world for so many years, and he had never heard of anyone having the same name as Grand Wizard Goodian.

"Tell me again, what's your teacher's name?"

"Goodian!"

"You're pretty good at making it up......" Justin laughed angrily, and as soon as he raised his hand, a handful of tickle powder was about to come out.

"I didn't lie to you, I told the truth!" Barbaroa was about to cry.

"You're singing......" said Duang unhurriedly.

"Really, really, my teacher's name is Gu De'an!"

"Is there any evidence?"

"I have the teacher's natal stone!"

Justin was stunned, this was very favorable evidence, could it be that he was really a student of Grand Magician Goodian? Hurriedly said: "Take it out and I'll take a look!" ”

Barbaroa wept and said, "Isn't it already in your hands?" What else are you looking for me? ”

"In our hands?" Justin's eyes fell on the small gray stone on the table, and when he held it in his hand, he felt a strong wave of magic leaping violently.

Justin's hand trembled slightly, and he turned his head to look at Duang: "This seems to be ...... It's really the natal stone of the Great Magician of Good'an. ”

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