William's thoughts were fluttering, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Suddenly, "da...... Da ...... Click......" The sound of horses' hooves came from below, interrupting William's fluttering thoughts.

William's eyes looked down and he saw a middle-aged man dressed as a guard, riding on a black horse, galloping towards the outside of the castle.

None of the castle guards along the way stood up to stop them, but respectfully gave way to the road, which shows that the middle-aged man of the guard has a high status in the castle.

"Master, master, this man's heart is about to burst." The magic mirror swept downward, and he noticed the abnormality of the middle-aged man of the guard, and reported to William.

"My heart is about to crack? Oh, was it hurt by something? William listened to the words of the magic mirror and said in a casual tone.

This attitude is normal.

As William's strength becomes stronger and stronger, ordinary people have become more and more out of his vision, and at the same time, the magic radiation on his body will become higher and higher, and the influence on others will become greater and greater.

If his strength reaches a certain limit, the creatures that stay with him for a long time may be radiated by his magic and transformed into a creature similar to his family, driven and controlled by him.

Just like dragons in Western mythology.

"Master, master, this person's body has not detected external injuries, and the split heart is due to other reasons." The Magic Mirror has no human emotions, and it is still the same as before, answering William's question formulaically.

"Oh, for what reason?" A hint of curiosity flashed in William's eyes, and he looked at the middle-aged guard who was galloping away and asked.

"Master, master, he is because the psychological pain is so intense that the physical heart is cracked." The Magic Mirror told William Dow the results of its detection.

"You mean to say that his heart hurts to the point of heartbreak?" When William heard this answer, his face couldn't help but be stunned, and he immediately asked.

"Yes, master!" The Magic Mirror said succinctly.

"Hehe......" William showed a strange smile on his face, "In my previous life, I always heard that I fell out of love, and one party was so sad that my heart was broken. ”

"Tut-tut...... I thought it was just a literary exaggeration, but I didn't expect that there was really a field of heartache and heartbreak. Is...... The ancients did not deceive me! William shook his head and said to himself.

The wind whistled around him.

William became a little interested in him.

"Magic Mirror, where did he come from?" William asked.

The Magic Mirror began to trace its origin, and soon it found the answer in the smell left by the man, and in a flash of the mirror, it sent a picture into William's mind.

It was a luxurious room with a burning fireplace and oppression.

In the center of the room is a large and luxurious bed.

A sick old man, covered with a valuable velvet quilt, coughed violently like a fan from time to time, as if he was going to die at any moment.

The magic mirror also judged it this way.

"Master, this old man is the Grand Duke of this principality, Hasma XI, judging from his physical condition, he is dying, and he won't last long!"

"Oh!" William didn't say anything about it, and didn't care much, the position of power among mortals was as strange to him now as the sand and stones on the side of the road.

Just like when he first learned about the existence of such an extraordinary system as wizards, he gave up a large territory before without hesitation and embarked on the path of pursuing power.

Because William understands very well that without strength, even if he has a large territory, it is like a sand sculpture on the seaside, as soon as the sea rises, it will be impacted to pieces.

"The front wave dies, and the back wave picks up? So is this guard going to find the successor of Hasma XI? William's interest was still in the middle-aged man's guard, "But why is his heart broken?" ”

William's heart was filled with curiosity, and as soon as his mind moved, the person disappeared in place.

Only a large, round moon hung high in the sky, quietly shining a cold glow on the earth.

In Greek mythology, Artemis, the twin sister of the sun god Apollo, was the god of the moon and the goddess of the hunt, as well as the mistress of the beast and the lord of the wilderness, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.

The priesthood is vast and the authority is amazing.

It's just that the original Lord of Light has overturned the old god seat, is the moon god still there?

What about Apollo, the sun god?

What about Zeus, the god-king?

Also, who is the Lord of Light and where does it come from?

These thoughts flashed through William's mind and dissipated as his voice disappeared.

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To the south of Salzburg, a brightly lit blacksmith shop.

The middle-aged man's guard stopped here, and after tying up his horses, he squeezed through the door of the blacksmith's shop, which was narrower and shorter than the regular gate, and saw a dwarf man who was only half the height of the middle-aged man's guard, and had a beard as thick as a forest.

The dwarf man was drunk, and his strong right hand held a large sledgehammer disproportionate to his height, and struck a fiery red sword embryo one after another.

"Karas!" The middle-aged guard man said in a deep voice.

"Henry, how come you have time to take care of my blacksmith at such a late hour? Is there something new for me to build, Your Royal Highness? Haha, in the whole of Salzburg, I am the only one who can satisfy all the strange hobbies of your Royal Highness the Prince! The dwarf man squinted at the middle-aged man's guard, and said loudly as he continued to play with the iron tools.

He was short, but his voice was loud and loud, as dull as the beating of a drum.

"Not a request from His Royal Highness the Prince! It's me! Henry, the middle-aged man's guard, took a step forward, leaned forward, and stared at the dwarf blacksmith Karasdao.

Henry had heard from his erudite prince that Callas probably had the blood of some strange races from ancient times, so he had an innate talent for striking iron.

There was no blacksmith in the whole of Salzburg who could be more skilled than him.

If you can say it, he can build it for you.

Of course, the price has never been polite.

"You? This is a rarity! Well, for the sake of your Royal Highness the Prince, who has earned me so many gold coins and bought a lot of spirits, I can give you a friendly price! Say, what do you want, sword? Or a spear? Or a dagger? Or something else. Kalas lowered the hammered blade into the cold water, alternating between hot and cold, and suddenly there was a sizzling sound and a white mist.

"Neither! Karas, I ask you to help me build an iron hoop! Three hoops! Henry said with a very serious expression.

"Three hoops? Hahaha, Henry, didn't I say, you only have two heads on your body, how can you use three iron hoops? If it's used in the back, it should be an iron cover, you nobles, it's a lot of tricks! Kalas laughed.