"Ma'am, sir." Michael paused, then continued, "I thought, maybe you two would like to talk?" ”

The woman craned her neck and said loudly, "Dream! We won't say anything! Don't be delusional! The man didn't say anything, just narrowed his eyes into a slit and looked at the three of Michael slyly.

"Less nonsense! Honestly, I won't kill you! Name? Kyurem slapped the table and stood up. And the two just threw him a disdainful look.

"Don't be angry, sit down, sit down!" Michael reassures Kyurem and tells him not to be angry. In fact, this is a routine that the two have discussed a long time ago, and Kyurem is not really angry, but acts to show the two subversive thugs.

"I think both of them are people with backbone, I wonder if they are interested in seeking an official position in Zammir? If you can provide information, I will personally sponsor them to Lord Zanmir, Duke Slava Wolf. The two of them not only survived, but also got an official and a half-job. If you want me to say, the transformation from commoner to aristocracy is a dream that ordinary people can't ask for. The Holy Falcon Empire has a famous saying that those who have the ability will choose who their allegiance is. Now that such a great opportunity is in front of you, why don't you think about it carefully? ”

"You want us to pledge our allegiance to Duke Benwolf? You want us to betray our own tribal leaders? The man opened his squinted eyes and stared at Michael with a look in his eyes and tone of voice that was worth playing.

"As far as I know, the leader of the Goyle clan, Rurik, is a two-headed monster. He ruled his tribe savagely and brutally—no leader worthy of allegiance. Although he claims that he is the only Guru warrior. Of course, I know this refers to the fact that he has survived the face of Gollum. However, one of his heads had been reduced to invisibility by the battle, and I was personally very skeptical about how much sanity and trust he had left in his subordinates. Joseph knew the Gruul very well, which made Kyurem look at him in surprise.

Michael nodded, signaling that Joseph was right. He went on to say: "For other tribes, the Gaor often organize attacks against their citizens. The Gayers usually set up camp in densely populated urban areas of the Aisha world. Rurik likes to intimidate the citizens he calls "pebble cockroaches" with his clan's noisy and blood-filled attacks, so why aren't you one of the "cockroaches"? ”

"Don't waste time! Since it is in your hands, you will kill if you want to, and you don't want to get a little information from me! The woman said, and after speaking, she "reminded" the man with her eyes, only to see that the man's eyes, which had been hesitating, suddenly became firm again.

Michael secretly screamed, "Damn! I had to think of another way: "You have also seen that I will not torture you—I know that it will not work for you, so I have decided to do so." He drew his wand and began to chant a spell with many verses and distorted pronunciations, and even the pauses were full of strange feelings.

Gradually, a blue-black smoke swirled like a snake, slowly spiraling along the base of the wand toward the tip. "Don't think about anything! That's the Regent! Pixi! That's the Regent! ”

The man named Pixie was clearly not a wizard, so he had no other way to resist the spell than to use his strong willpower to resist Michael's spirit. I saw that his whole body was tense, and his eyes were tightly closed, trying to empty all his memories from his mind.

However, with the formation of Michael's spell, the blue-black smoke turned into a snake suddenly popped out of the wand and plunged directly into Pixi's head, Pixie only felt a chill all over his body, a paralyzing sensation hit, and then inexplicably felt refreshed, and then fell into a grotesque memory.

Memories begin to flashback from Picsi's childhood. The initial image is of a boy standing in front of his father's corpse - a man hanged by a local magistrate, who ordered it by the lord of Sandre, Creed Duke.

The image shatters with the cries of a child, and then the fragments reassemble into a teenager whipped by a nobleman, vaguely discernible for a bag of bread.

The picture freezes on the bag of bread scattered on the ground, and the young man clutches the bag tightly, enduring the whipping of the nobleman's servant. Slowly, the pile of bread transformed into a dying peasant girl, and the servant who whipped the boy was gone.

The young man's hair was sticky against his face, and sweat and tears were sliding down the tip of his nose. "Sorry, dear. I can't go through the second half of your life with you and take care of our children. The picture gradually darkened as the girl's eyes closed. It turns into a ball of paste.

The picture was still mixed in pitch black, but gradually a voice came: "Please, don't hurt my son." A man's voice, his words revealing pleading.

"Yes." A rough, savage voice responded.

"Thank you! Thank you! The man said excitedly.

"Not now!" The savage voice from before yelled, "You will be given a series of missions - in Josephine's team. It's done, let you and your son go, and if it's not done, I'll tear you apart. ”

"Please! Please... The man pleaded quietly. But the savage voice was just laughter, and the laughter was cold, emotionless, only desire. The laughter drifted for a long time, gradually disappearing into the picture, and finally, not even a trace of tail could be grasped.

"Picsi! How are you? What did he see? "Josephine was struggling from the clamping of Kyurem, how could she be shackled, she had lost her wand, and her physical fitness was just an ordinary person. A woman - a woman who was wounded.

"Ahh I, I don't know. I don't know what he's seeing, Josephine, I've just lost consciousness. Picxi said.

Michael motioned for Kyurem to let go of Josephine, and he pressed his wand to his temple before turning it slowly. With a dash of thought, the memories that Michael had just seen gathered together and floated at the tip of his wand.

Immediately, out of nowhere, Michael conjured a crystal ball. He flicked his wand quickly, as if with a "whoosh", and the gray-white thoughts burrowed into the crystal ball.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't worry, let's take a look at the deepest secrets of this Mr. Pixie's subconscious. Of course, I wonder if Miss Josephine is also interested in taking a look? Michael didn't really seek the opinion of others, but tapped the crystal ball three times with his wand.

I saw that the crystal ball gradually became transparent from a curved glass texture under the light of Michael's magic light source, and after a while, the whole hazy feeling disappeared, leaving only a cloud of thoughts floating quietly in it. Michael put away his wand and flicked the crystal ball with his index finger. I saw that the thought quickly expanded, filling the entire crystal ball, and finally forming the picture that Michael saw in Pixie's mind.