Carnival is pleasurable, but every day can't be the same as carnival. After a brief welcome to the new soldiers, it didn't matter how Arian Heard distributed and trained those soldiers, but Sinloth turned his attention back to increasing his own armament.

"Everyone's telekinesis core is functioning normally, and there are no accidents."

"Ling's talent is unusually good, and it can be compatible with core circuits of any nature. Speaking of which, she can actually practice orthodox spells. ”

"Although she has successfully condensed the core of mental movement, Lloyd's progress has always been much slower than others, obviously according to her talent, it shouldn't have been like this, maybe it has something to do with her mentality."

It was daytime, the children were in class, and while Sinlos had nothing to do, Andiel began to report to him on the progress of the children's magic. The talents of those sub-demons don't need to be described too much, and Sinloth has long been numb. In fact, in Lloyd's case, Sinloth knew why.

Although she also experienced the killing of all her relatives in front of her, Ling was young, perhaps out of self-preservation, she subconsciously forgot her past, and recognized the clown who had always protected her as a relative.

This is actually a good thing for both of them. The clown, who has always been incompetent to himself and who led his sister's tragic death, finally has a spiritual sustenance. And Ling, who has lost all her relatives, also has a relative who is really good to her again. However, Lloyd is much more troublesome, although in the eyes of Xinluos, she is also young, but in the end she is a few years older than Ling, and she is already the age to remember.

Having been through a similar situation, Sinlos knew exactly what it was like. Psychological shadows cannot be cured in a day or two, and this kind of problem can only be made up for little by little by time.

However, for the sake of Lloyd's trait, Sinloth was willing to wait. As for now, let's leave it at that.

"Well, by the way, brother, how is that thing doing?"

Sinloth's question was unusually abrupt, but Andil understood it strangely. Although the magician's face was as cold as ever, it was a little more dignified than before: "As far as the drawings themselves are concerned, there is no problem, although the raw materials have not been collected, but it is also feasible to make a sword mold first." It's just that kind of murder weapon, is it really something that humans can control? ”

Xinlos crossed his hands and put his chin on the back of his hand: "Okay, can you try it?" ”

"Lord Sinloth, you're looking for me."

In the spacious magic workshop, beautiful and bright sun butterflies are dancing around Sinloth. Bits of golden light surrounded him, making him look as beautiful and brilliant as a god who had fallen into the mortal world. Sinlos frowned and looked at the pesky moths, for some reason, these gadgets always like to fly around him when they are fine, and their eyes hurt. But now is not the time to care about that.

The knight in front of him had a stern face, as unshakable as an eternal stubborn stone. He didn't seem to see the strange creatures flying in the workshop, and the strange utensils that were randomly placed on the table. The chief knight held the hilt of his sword in one hand, waiting for the order of the feudal king.

Bismal had indeed seen it, and knew the dirty affair between the high-ranking nobles and the magicians. Although all the knights in Desmond now feel a little abnormal about the children - except for the heartless Xia Li, everyone actually has some conjectures in their hearts. But when the facts are really revealed, how many people can keep that calm?

And this knight chief has always been immovable.

"Bismarck, can I trust you?"

This is actually nonsense, if Sinloth didn't trust Bismarck, he wouldn't have taken him to this most secret region of Desmond at the moment. However, Andiel seemed to believe it, and on his right hand, which was wrapped in black robes, dots of green light began to rise and fall.

Faced with the feudal monarch's questioning, Bismal did not answer. The faithful knight fell to his knees and pulled open his robe, revealing his muscles. I saw the knight draw the long sword at his waist and hold it high above his head with both hands.

Damn, do you want to be so serious?

Sinloth is feeling a lot of pressure now, just an ordinary nonsense, he didn't expect this old-fashioned and serious knight to be so serious. When canonizing a knight, the feudal lord needs to gently tap the vassal's shoulder with a ceremonial sword to show his responsibility and obligation. And the vassal's upper body is exposed like this, and the matching sword is raised above his head, which means

Sinlos didn't want to do it for the time being, and before he started the film with Earl Ormond, he had reduced his generals in battle. But since the other party did this, Sinlos also took the long sword raised by the knight chief.

Bismal's eyes darkened, and he shook slightly in the face of his body, which had never trembled even in the face of his powerful opponent. Seeing this, Cynroth had a toothache. The other party's reaction was really beyond all his expectations.

You don't follow the script.

According to Sinloth's expectations, it should be a scene of loyalty to the lord, but Bismarck's actions completely ruined his plan. There was no way, Xinlos had to bite the bullet and start making it up.

"You have shown me your loyalty. Then, my knight, I will give you new powers."

Xanalott controlled her will and suspended the golden liquid in front of her in the air. This is undoubtedly an unusually simple job for the Great Witch. But if this simple piece of work has been going on for hours, it's a big headache.

Although the cost of this activity is very small, it will not be as tired as a dead dog like Hermint did a few days ago. However, the bored, extremely bored witch took out the foie gras from her pocket, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to wait for the torture to end.

"Lord Xanalot, please be attentive, if you don't want to spend a few more hours standing here." Andiel's brows twitched, and the more he learned about this group of mages above all the magicians, the more he felt a deep sense of helplessness for them. Maybe it's because the life span is too long, and in the long time, these powerful guys have more or less developed some inexplicable habits, and none of them are normal at all, "Now, please add ten standard measurements of elemental flux." ”

"Oh." Strictly speaking, as a great witch, Andiel should be her subordinate, but Xanalot doesn't have much self-consciousness in this regard. Satisfied, she swallowed the foie gras, and the creamy taste made the witch's eyes squint in comfort. didn't refute anything, the unusually obedient big witch just stretched out her finger and pointed slightly, and among the bottles and cans that had been prepared next to her, a colorful column of water naturally rose, submerging into the golden liquid. The golden liquid only trembled, but there was no follow-up.

The best reaction is when there is no reaction. After all, it's just an elemental accelerant, not an ingredient that is really used to refine such a murder weapon.

When the golden liquid stopped trembling and finally regained its calm, Andiel did not hesitate to throw a piece of gold ingot into it. The liquid trembled violently, but under the terrible will of the Great Witch, it finally regained its calm.

Andiel held the fiery core in his hand and didn't immediately throw him into the liquid. He has always been resolute, but for the first time he began to hesitate.

The golden liquid was none other than the liquefied refining array. Because of Sinloth's vision, Andiel and Nanorca teamed up to design the blueprint for the murder weapon. Although there was nothing wrong with it in theory, Nanoka had even liquefied the magic circle that required the use of the Belika technique into a liquid, just waiting for Andil to complete the final smelting.

Andiel was really hesitant this time.

Nanorka didn't understand the horror of that weapon—the world of Belica had a much more murderous weapon than that thing. But this is not the case for Andiel. Although as a mage with aspirations for his roots, humanity is slowly being erased from the existence called the Andiel.

However, this weapon is really not to mention whether there is anyone who can control this murder weapon, even if it can barely be controlled, but once the sword wielder gets out of control, it is too terrifying.

Although Sinloth repeatedly assured that he would definitely find the person who perfectly controlled the murder weapon. But even if he believed his brother, it was impossible to joke about such a thing. Andiel hesitated, put down the fiery core in his hand, and looked at the stacked materials on the side.

As a qualified magic workshop, it is natural to need to stock up on a variety of materials, which are ready for mages to need from time to time. Helmint's experience may not allow him to prepare sufficient materials. But with the addition of Andiel and Xanalot, it's decidedly different.

"Saron Evil Iron, Titan Heart, Kepa Amber, Nether Iron Ore" Andiel hesitated, it was not that there were no raw materials more powerful than the Blazing Core, but it was extremely difficult to perfectly match those circles and the materials in front of them. It's a combination of thousands of choices, and for a while, there is no substitute to be picked at all.

"Andiel, what are you worried about?" Although the refining array has been liquefied, it doesn't matter if it is delayed for a while, but seeing that Andiel has not made a move, Xanalot seemed to understand his worries, and asked instead: "Anyway, even if the thing that comes out is terrible, it's a big deal if I throw it into the Doom Volcano, can it still freeze the entire Doom Volcano?" ”

Xanalot was right, no matter how powerful the murder weapon was, as long as it was not finalized, he could destroy it lightly. It's just that I don't know why, when casting this murder weapon, he is always restless. The whole world seemed to be warning him not to finish this weapon, or something would happen that he would regret for the rest of his life.

"Exactly."

However, compared to the ethereal world warning, it was really the younger brother's expectations that were more important. Andiel calmed down and threw the fiery core into the golden liquid. Like a volcanic eruption, the entire mass of golden liquid began to fluctuate wildly, and the power of death and cold began to roar in it. Relying on Xanalot's strength alone, there were faint signs that he couldn't suppress it. Seeing this, Andil didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly injected his will into it, suppressing the movement of the golden liquid to the death.

After a long time, the two archmages, who were covered in sweat and rain, suppressed the golden liquid and regained their calm again. And at this moment, there was a knocking sound at the door, and a clear voice sounded outside the door.

"Brother, Xanalot, are you done? Can I come in? ”R1152