The bodies of the deceased were dumped on the side of the street, left unattended. Muhadi knew that after dark, scavengers and small wild predators would come to feast on the feast, perhaps joined by halflings or elves. After all, waste is shameful, and many people can't afford to waste good meat in luxury.

Over the next few days, Mohamadi was now so limited in his search for holes in his defenses that he could barely walk around unobtrusively.

As he walked through the courtyard of the palace, he felt the eyes of the guards and slaves fall on him, but when he turned his head to look, they were all buried in their jobs. As a psychic man, Muhadi could feel their fear, and the anger that arose from his failure to stop the needless killing.

The Psychic Warlock simply ordered the Witch King's servant to prepare a black full-body robe for him, and covered his face tightly, hoping that this would make him unrecognizable.

On the third day, Muhathir tried something daring.

An overseer beats an innocent slave for no reason, and the psychic sorcerer steps forward and grabs the other's neck, his fingertips pressing. The Overseer's hands struggled to break Muhadi's iron-clad choke, but to no avail.

The guards rushed forward and rescued the overseer. The latter was pale and could barely breathe, but was still alive. The Templars discussed for a long time what to do with the Psychic Warlock, and finally decided to bring him to the Witch King.

Since your prophetic spell says I'll give in eventually, Muhadi thought, then I'll just let go of what I'm doing. If you dare to kill me, won't you break your own prophecy?

The Witch King was not surprised by the guards' report, and Karak smiled heartwarmingly, summoning the clerk to open the scroll. "The Psychic Warlock tried to provoke the Witch King by killing an Overseer, and he failed. The clerk read. As it is contained. ”

Muhadi listened numbly to those sentences, was he really so easy to predict, did he really have free will, or had he already lost it? I must have escaped from this place as soon as possible, to escape to another place, to the future. He whispered to himself.

He heard Karak's distant voice come from afar, "I know what you want to test...... The answer is, you can't. All of them were in my expectation. ”

With a single blow, the Witch King cut off the head of the slave Muhadi had saved from the overseer. "I'm a simple man......," he said. "You see, I like simple things. I love magic, I love killing, and I love torturing people. ”

"I know you don't feel pain, and the torture is just an itch in your boots. Karak smiled, with an imperceptible madness. "Then I'm going to see if you're going to be tortured in another way, if you're going to be tortured by your own conscience?"

Muhadi shrugged his shoulders and said nothing.

On this day, Karak sent two beautiful slave girls to the psychic sorcerer's bed, trembling with only a wisp. The two barely pulled up the sheets to cover their slender bodies, and looked at the man who walked into the room like injured animals.

Before the psychic could enter the door, he sensed that someone was in his room, and he walked into his room full of vigilance. I didn't bother with the two stunners on the bed first, but carefully checked whether the room had been searched when I left.

The room was exactly the same as when he left, and the Witch King seemed to really let his actions go unchecked, which made him even more unhappy, as if his every move could not escape the palm of Karak's hand.

Muhadi took off his headscarf and showed his face. The two beautiful slave girls seemed relieved to see his face. "Great......" one muttered to himself. "I thought ......"

"Think I'm ugly, disgusting?" said the telemancer when he finished his words, but he thought to himself, I'm afraid I'll suffer more than you think.

"Never!, my lord!" the other slave girl quickly denied. Although both are very beautiful, this one looks a little more mature, with brown hair and silky skin. The other is black and straight, and the skin is even paler.

"We were sent to serve you, my lord. The two said in unison.

"Then you can go, I don't need to serve. Muhathir said. After being transformed by Lyra, the Psychic Warlock was unable to get any pleasure out of the Entanglement.

This seemed to frighten the other party, and the older, bolder and bolder slave girl immediately got up from the bed, and the sheets slipped down her body, and she seemed to have no intention of hiding it. "You're trying to kill us!" her eyes welled up with tears. "If we just go back, the director will just kill us because we didn't serve well. Are you so hard-hearted?"

Seeing that the psychic warlock did not answer, the slave girl explained her skills in a loud voice. “...... I know the seven positions and all the tricks of the court, and in my arms I can make you feel like the witch king......" She showed off her seductive ** to the fullest, trying to win Muhadi's sympathy.

And she does have the capital of pride, and her sturdy body has no excess fat. If it were an ordinary man, it was likely that he had lost his ability to speak at this time, and his throat had become as dry as the desert of Attas.

Muhadi stood silently, looking at her ** glory, her deep throat, mature and round ** and dull big **. She had an almost transparent piece of gauze wrapped around her waist, and when she took it off, she pulled it hard and cracked through the middle.

Her silent and timid companion was even better than her, and the fair-skinned girl timidly struck an exaggerated gymnastic pose, and then another, and a third, as if there were no bones. She showed every part of herself to the psychic warlock, small but soft breasts, white and tender feet, her slender waist, her **. Her head fell from her bare shoulders to the top, black and thick, curled up in large soft and soothing circles, and even the hair on her lower body was soft and curved.

“...... My sisters. "She can satisfy any man from all angles, and is the only master of Atas who can perform the Gitis knot." In Tyre's largest pleasure room, the owners call her their greatest masterpiece. ”

"Shhhh Muhadi put a finger to his lips and signaled that the slave girl did not have to continue. He walked over to the bed, picked up the oil lamp and sniffed it, as the two looked at each other in confusion. "I actually used aphrodisiac oil," Muhadi shrugged, blowing it out.

"Sue me. The psychic sorcerer climbed onto the bed and poured the two slave girls into his arms. "Do you know who I am?"

The slave girls were embraced by Muhadi, a little relieved, and were about to do their best, but when they heard this, they hesitated. "My lord?" said the smaller slave girl, who Muhathir guessed she was no more than sixteen years old. "You are the Witch King's guest. ”

"It doesn't matter who you are," the slightly older slave girl with chestnut skin said softly. "In this house, you are a qiē. You are our master, husband, witch king. If you like it, you can play as a sand bandit who does all kinds of evil, and we are the helpless female prisoners you caught. We can also play as your sister and enjoy the forbidden pleasures as you like. ”

"Just play yourself. Muhathir said calmly. "I'm guessing you're talking to all your patrons. ”

"Don't worry," said a slave girl who pressed to his ear and kissed his earlobe. "We'll make you feel like you're the only man we've seen since we were kids. ”

"What sweet words," Mohamad lamented. "Did your master in the Qinglou teach you?"

The psychic warlock stopped the other from arguing, "If you want to please me, you might as well start by talking about yourself." ”

In the darkness, the two slave girls exchanged glances with each other, not understanding what Muhadi meant. "Your Excellency?"

"Tell me what kind of life you live," Muhathir said. Or tell me what you really think. At the command of your master, you will be sent to serve a man you do not know, and let it go to his delusions. Don't you have any thoughts on that?"

"My lord, it is our honor to serve someone like you. The two slave girls said in unison.

"Someone like me?" Muhadi said. "Why wouldn't you want to serve me if I wasn't what I am now, with an ugly face and a fat head and big ears?"

"Hmm...... Of course not, we ......."

The Psychic Warlock said to himself. "And how many men have you served before me, and do you all feel honored?" He used his psionic power to act on the souls of two slave girls, causing them to open their hearts and express their true feelings.

"Tell me about your sorrows," the spirit could make Muhadi's voice extremely soft, contagious and penetrating. "If you want to cry, let it go and cry. ”

His ability worked, and the two slave girls were cautious at first, then gradually opening their hearts to tell about their tragic experiences. Occasionally, Muhadi spoke out to express encouragement or sympathy. After some time, the two of them had begun to sobble in low voices, tears pouring down tears.

It was indeed a very sympathetic experience, Mohamadi thought, that they had been slaved since they were children, forced to deal with all kinds of disgusting men. They lose their innocence too early, and at the age when normal people should play, what they learn is how to read words and feelings, and be tactful. For more than a decade, they hardly went anywhere except from one bed to another.

"I will set you free. The psychic sorcerer leaned over and whispered in the girls' ears. Then, he grabbed the back of the more mature girl's head with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, twisting it vigorously.

The slight sound of the broken cervical vertebra did not alarm the other girl, and al-Muhadi did the same, taking the life of the second girl.

The following night, the Psychic Sorcerer stayed awake all night, immersed in the psionic practice in his mind. He felt as if he was back in the hall of dust, and his master Lyra used all kinds of illusions to shatter his spirit over and over again, and then recast it.

Early the next morning, the Witch King arrived with his clerk. "The Psychic Warlock killed two slave girls, believing that he was finding relief for them. The clerk read aloud. As it is contained. ”

Karak laughed happily, and the courtiers, guards, and slaves watched him nervously, for fear that his moodiness would fall on someone present. "I can tell what's going on in your head," he said, staring at Muhadi. "You are afraid that I will ravage your conscience by sending more people to your bed and then putting them to death the next day. ”

The witch king was eating an apricot and talking. The juice ran down his jaw and into his beard. "I see a way to get you out of this deplorable situation, would you like to give it a try?"

Of course I want to get rid of it, Muhadi thought, and I'd rather risk my life to cross the salt sea than experience the days when people are seen through like a marionette. "What's that, Witch King?"

"I know you practice a ridiculous and terrible superstitious mind," said the Witch King lightly. "My magic made me see that. Magic spirit, you're stubborn, aren't you? You really believe in such a ridiculous thing in your heart. ”

"I'll give you a chance, though. Karak said. "Deny the Lord three times before me, and then you will be free. ”

"Never. "Muhati has never felt so determined. "Never. ”

"Now, things get more interesting, don't they?" said the Witch King, who finished eating the apricots and spat the kernel on the ground. "Because of your steadfastness, I have another way to torment you, and I will prove that everything you believe in is false. ”

"Take your current situation," Karak said. "Why can't the Almighty, whom you believe in, deliver you from my clutches? Does he like to see people suffer for him? If so, then he and I are not much different. ”

"I can't predict how the will will unfold. Muhadi replied. "Besides, who says I need to be rescued? You can't trap me. ”

"In the battle of evolution, if the gods and slaves I killed stood together, they could have thirty acres of land, to say the least. That's pretty much the same thing they say. The Witch King stroked his beard and smiled. "When I slay the golden so-called gods, they trembled with fear like mortals. You don't satisfy me, Psychic Warlock. ”

"Those are just false false gods. Muhathir snorted. "Not enough to prove anything. ”

"Before they died, those gods thought that they believed in the true God. Karak shook his head. "Do you think the Lord Almighty in you will make any difference?"

Moreover, the word omnipotence itself is self-contradictory. The Witch King continued. "It's strange, can't you see it yourself? Logically speaking, there is no such thing as omnipotence. Can your God make a stone that he can't lift?"

It was an old question that Muhadi was familiar with, and it had been asked by countless people, so he gave the answer without thinking. "Absolutely. ”

"Then he's not omnipotent, is he?" Karak said. "At least he can't lift the stone. ”

"It can lift the stone too. Muhathir said. "This stone has both the property of not being able to be lifted and being able to be lifted. While these are logically mutually exclusive, the true God is above logic and is not bound by it. Because logic itself is part of the world, born with creation, the true God is not bound by His own creation. ”

"Hah, I knew you would say that. The Witch King smiled. If, according to you, logic itself is meaningless, then what are you doing with your firm faith? Because if logic does not reexist, then your piety may not be rewarded. Cause does not necessarily cause effect, and effect does not necessarily have a cause. It's not that I, a mage who doesn't believe in God, have the grace of fate the most. ”

Muhadi is still stubborn, fate will not favor you, he thought, in less than twenty years, you have fallen to the ground. "I'll prove it to you," he said fearlessly to the Witch King. "Two properties that are logically mutually exclusive can exist at the same time. ”

Karak burst out laughing, "Then let's see if you prove your theory first, or if I force you to finally give in." He gestured to the scroll. "How?"

Muhathir looked at the scroll and did he really want to see it, "No," he said. "I'm the only one who will succeed in the end, and I know that. ”

"I think you're a smart person, that's why you spend so much time on you. "The Witch King said, you and I, we are essentially the same man. But judging from what you just said, you still need some bit of dialing. I'll make sure of that. ”

With that, Karak slapped his horse and walked away.

After that, in the evening, it was the turn of a tall Muer slave who was unlucky. He was lazy at work and deserved to die. This muscular man is always smiling, even when his head hits the ground. The clerk of the Witch King read aloud the words on the scroll, "The Psychic Warlock stood by and watched, his mind plotting out how to get out, as it contains." ”

He was right, Muhadi was indeed planning his escape.

As long as he doesn't leave Tyre, the Witch King doesn't restrict the movement of the Psychic Warlock, which gives him a chance to try.

Underneath Tyre there are huge ancient ruins, the ruins of the old city of Tyre. Intricate tunnels twist and turn, caves and catacombs are connected, some roads are clogged up, and new tunnels are created by geological activity.

Anyone can get lost in Underground Tyre. It is said that there were once wealthy businessmen who went into the underground to explore and never returned, and the merchant family sent a large number of people to search, some of the searchers themselves disappeared, and some people heard the cries for help of the missing from behind the cave wall, and after digging the stone wall, only gloomy bones and gray ancient gold coins appeared.

Muhadi had gone down to the ground, so he planned to escape from the ground. He overcame all kinds of hardships and dangers and took advantage of the fact that he left the palace in the middle of the night without alarming anyone. He walked a full seven palesan along the winding underground tunnels, and climbed out of the city walls to the ground.

He hadn't gone far in the desert when he ran into a shepherd. Upon entering, the Psychomancer was surprised to see that the shepherd was Karak himself. The Witch King was dressed in modest clothes, while his horses and guards waited behind the dunes. Seeing Muhadi appear, Karak smiled in anticipation, and the scroll once again predicted correctly: "The psychic mancer will escape from the underground to beyond the walls, as it contains." ”

Eight people were executed that day for Muhadi's escape. Three were guards on patrol because they were negligent, four were ordinary slaves because they happened to work near Muhadi's house without noticing, and one was a soldier who was executed with a slave because the witch king's sword was so fast that he was slaughtered.

The only consolation is that these people did not die at the hands of Muhadi. But is this true?

For the first time in a long time, the Psychic felt lost.

That's when a turning point came.

One morning, an official named Yaya came to Muhadi. He's a ** and flattering guy with a gemstone earring in his right ear and a bottomless greedy appetite. The Psychic Warlock was not short of money, nor was he short of persuasion, and more than once he had hinted to the Witch King's minions during his time in Hakkuthir that he could serve him in good faith, and now it paid off.

Yaya gives the Psychic Warlock an opportunity to secretly arrange for him to meet with a mysterious person without anyone noticing, not even the Witch King. He said that for a sum of money, he could arrange for a good servant to take the form of Muhadi, a man of such skill that he could even perfectly simulate the voice of a psychic warlock. Muhadi can leave quietly, meet with the mysterious man, and then come back again, and no one will notice.

"Why am I going to meet this man whose name won't even be revealed?"

"Whatever you want, but is there anything better you can do?" said Yaya, a true statement that convinced Muhadi.

"What if this servant is exposed?" the Witch King had never sent anyone to his room since he had killed the two slave girls, but Muhadi was still worried. Karak's prophetic abilities impressed him too much.

"He hasn't even seen me and won't give me a confession. Yaya said reassuringly. "Of course, this poor man will not survive in the future, lest the secret be leaked. ”

"Let another person die so that I can create an opportunity?" Muhadi asked.

Yaya laughed. "You don't do it every day, what are you worried about. ”

He was right, and the Psychic agreed.

So on this day he changed into the most simple black burqa, and covered his face tightly, revealing only two sharp eyes, which would never be recognized. He waited until the agreed time with Yaya, and then sneaked out of his dormitory, leaving the imposter in his room.

The psychic ability allowed him to sense other people without looking, and with this ability, Muhadi easily blended out of the palace.

The streets are bustling with people. Everywhere there were hawkers and stop-and-go customers, and the sounds of bargaining, whipping and the snoring of woolly camels were endless. Muhati walked cautiously through the crowd, trying not to arouse anyone's ideas. A thief tried to attack him, but before he could get closer, he felt a dizziness, and by the time he came to his senses, the Psychic Warlock was gone.

Approaching a dark back alley, Muhadi made three right turns and came to a tattered wooden door. This was where Yaya told him to meet, and the Psychic Mancer paused slightly, raised his hand and knocked on the door, one long, two short, and one long.

The door opened, and a somewhat blessed man ushered Muhadi into the dimly lit room.

"It's you!" Muhati was so shocked that he could barely speak, when he saw the man's face.

"May the Lord grant peace to you. The great merchant Fuwad ibn Abbas greeted the Psychic Warlock respectfully, a look of relief on his face. "As you told me, you did appear here and now!"

"Shall I sue you?" Muhadi replied to the greeting and then asked rhetorically. The great businessman Fovard himself had traveled from the future, and naturally heard it from his more futuristic self. "What did I sue you?"

"Your Excellency. Fovard patiently explained, "In the future, you have sent me back in time and given me two important tasks. The first task is to find you in this era and help you get rid of the tyrannical Karak Witch King. ”

The second task must have been to meet him at the trading post of Badr, and Muhadi remembered the battle long ago, when he had crushed the army of the Crazy Horse tribe.

"Really get rid of Karaq, his prophecy ......" Muhadi was skeptical, but the light of hope was already shining in his heart.

"Absolutely. Fuwad ibn Abbas said firmly. "You have made me remember the trick, and I have been told to tell you now. It definitely works, otherwise how could I have come here. ”

This was reasonable, and Muhathir was relieved a lot, and he couldn't wait to order, "Tell me and listen to it." ”

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