"I'm going to get back to Tyre as soon as I can. Muhathir said.

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. You can't go, because you haven't done the task the Witch King has given you!" Princess Deardley leaned back on a luxuriously upholstered seat, barefoot. One of the maids was massaging her feet with tools, and two other maids were working on her nails and hair.

"I'm informing you of my decision, not discussing it with you. Psychic Warlock declares. "What do you do to stop me from leaving Ram? Corwin has more power than you......"

"He has a lot of power, but he can't control the Templars. Princess Deardley said disdainfully. "I know you're not afraid of death, and I know that you don't feel pain, and you don't fear torture. But your companions are not. ”

"I can kill the mercenaries who are still in the city, or I can throw them into the arena and let them fight the lizards with their bare hands. "The princess threatened. "Your belly dancer friend, I'm afraid I can peel her off to make a pair of shoes, what do you think?"

"It would be a very bad pair of boots, and the human skin is not as strong as the animal skin, and it won't take long to wear out. Muhati said calmly. "And, if you dare to do so, you'll soon be out of a pair of feet for boots. ”

The princess smiled, at first a little depressed, then completely let go. Deirdley laughed so hard that the maids who did her hair, pedicure, and manicure had to be careful for fear of hurting the princess. "And I'll chop off all your limbs, leaving only your tongue. Then you can tell some jokes in my palace and be a funny decoration. ”

"If I leave only my tongue, then I will be silent from then on. People will be mistaken that Princess Deirdley left me for another use of her tongue. Muhadi responded. "Even if you threaten me with the people close to me, I'll go back to Tyre. There's more people I care about over there. ”

"Maybe you really are. The princess waved away the servant who gave her a manicure. "Maybe you really don't care about those people in Ram City. So I didn't pin my hopes on this empty threat either. ”

"Just when you were unconscious and being carried back to the city. I thought, what if you run away?" said Deirdley, as he ate the fruit the servant had brought him. "That's why I cast a ninth-order command spell on you. As soon as you step out of Ram's walls, you will explode and die. ”

Muhadi was speechless, he couldn't challenge the magic of this magic yet. Maybe I should have learned the magic book I brought out of the desert so I wouldn't be so encumbered by magic, he thought.

It is said that Coral Witch began to learn magic at the age of nine, and was only nineteen when she became a legendary mage and killed the witch king Karak. Instinctively, Muhathir felt that he did not have the talent of Shatiri.

Just as the Psychic Sorcerer was thinking about what to do, Princess Deardley lifted a bare foot that was still stained with water droplets and placed it on his calf. "Don't talk about that. I want to ask you, do you really smell like that Corwin guy?"

The Psychic Warlock was keenly aware that she was trying to woo me?" ”

The princess said. "Whatever Corwin promises you, I'll double it. The benefits he can't give you, I can give you too. Of the nine princes and princesses of Ram City, you will find me the most generous. And I was especially generous when I needed friends so badly. Her feet rubbed against the outside of Muhadi's robe.

"I don't have a ** for matter or sex, and the moment I became a psychic warlock, those instincts were removed. Muhadi sued her. "I help Corwin because his tiyì is in the best interest of Tyr. I helped Tyr because it was closer to my ideals. In the process of serving Tyr, my strength will gradually grow. ”

"You don't have material pursuits, what's the use of power?"

"I'm defined as having fun with it, so being strong is useful in itself. Muhathir said.

"You're different from our Ram's psychic mancers...... Very different. Princess Deirdley had become a little sharper in taking care of Muhadi. "What if I said that I could make you feel the same qiē that normal people feel again? What if I could make you rejoice in the riches you have acquired. How excited are you to be able to hug your loved ones?"

"That's impossible. ”

"Nothing is impossible with magic. ”

The Psychic Warlock looked down at Princess Deirdley lying in the soft chair. "'What I'm saying now is a lie. ’”

The princess furrowed her eyebrows, "What is this, some kind of psychic mancer's code word?"

"Nope. Muhati shrugged. "Just a little bit of my opinion about the omnipotence of magic. Now, Your Highness the Princess. If I cannot get your permission to leave Ram, then allow me to take my leave, and I will go to complete the task assigned by the Witch King. ”

"My mention yì is valid at all times. Before the Psychic Warlock left, Princess Deardley left a word. "Someday, you'll remember my generosity. ”

Leaving the Templar headquarters, Muhathir thought about it and went straight to the palace of the Witch King Abellachili. The princess's refusal was expected by him, so Muhathir began to resort to a backup plan. Despite the difficulty and risk of the fallback, al-Muhathir felt the need to rush back to Tyre now.

The news that the dragon king Polis demanded that the city-states surrender a thousand slaves every year was so shocking that the council of Tyre was completely unaware of the news suggests that someone had concealed this information. Who is it and why is it being done?

Or maybe Tyr didn't know anything about the dragon king's blood tax, and didn't pay a thousand men?' Muhati thought. In that case, would Polis be provoked? Would he be an enemy of Tyre?

The more he thought about it, the more anxious the psychic warlock became to leave the city of intrigue. Since Princess Deirdley forbade him to leave, he had to go to see the witch king, and Abellachiri would undoubtedly be able to lift her daughter's ban.

The reason for convincing the Witch King is that Muhathir has already thought about it - the mystery of the Witch King and the puppeteer's enmity.

Passing through three tall walls carved in relief, unshackling his weapons and handing them to his slaves, Muhadi re-entered the golden court of the Witch King.

The Witch King of Ram - Abela Chili, who calls herself the Great Veterre, and Yunis of Wavli, is working on her magical research. Even if you are a witch king, the nature of mages is still difficult to change, and they seem to be forever studying unknown mysteries.

Upon hearing of Muhadi's arrival, the Witch King interrupted her studies and received the Psychic Warlock in his alchemy room. The servant brought the psychic sorcerer to the door of the real yàn room, bowed deeply, and disappeared.

The room is full of strangely shaped glassware and colorful mysterious potions. Some of the ore samples were placed on display stands, and it was not possible to see what the mineral was. The whole room was filled with the smell of sulfur, and in the synaesthesia of the psychic mancer, there was a glimmer of light.

As soon as the formless and substantial magical energy radiated, Muhati felt as if a strong wind was blowing on his face, and every time he took a step forward, the wind became a little stronger.

Ram's Witch King wears an ornate black earth-dragging mage robe, which is blessed with powerful enchantments. Sensing that the Psychic Warlock was coming, she didn't look back, but continued to look at the liquid on the table. Her body is full of power and unrivaled magical power, and the psychic warlock cannot be mistaken.

"During the Battle of Tyr, your coral witch Shatiri created a new weapon called the Cannon. It's a violent tool, and I like it a lot. So I'm going to make something like that. The Witch King Abela Chili said with his back to the Psychman.

"The self-exploding people at Whispering Fort use a material called incendiary charge to make explosives, and I managed to get a copy of their ingredient list. However, after further research, I found that the nature of their incendiary charges is too unstable, and as long as they are stacked together, they often spontaneously ignite and explode for no reason. The Witch King said.

Muhathir was confused, what is this, is the Witch King asking me for advice?" "As far as I know, Lord Shatiri did not use physical or chemical methods to make weapons, and the Shatiri cannon was powered by the Guardian Mage with his own life force. ”

"I know that. Abellachiri still hadn't looked back. "But I don't have that many sacrificial mages under me. Self-sacrificing mages have gone to be guardians, how can they be blasphemers? ”

The telemancer didn't know much about how the yellow powder was made, and the cotton wool didn't know much more, and it seemed to be related to fibers in his impression, but he didn't know the specific means. Muhati thought, I don't understand if you ask me. "Unfortunately, I don't have the knowledge to do that. ”

"So I thought. The Witch King continued. "Since there are too many incendiary charges together, they will spontaneously combust, and it is too easy to explode when made into a cannon. But now, if the amount is too small, it will not be able to make a cannon at all. ”

"As the most powerful Shaping Mage on Atas right now, this question is hard for me. If you can't make a cannon, can't you make some small arms? That's why I made this thing. The Witch King cast his magic and pulled out a strangely shaped tubular object from her storage space.

The Atas would have thought it was a strangely shaped tube-shaped object, and Muhadi thought it was a musket.

A steel barrel with a wooden handle grip and a caliber about the size of a thumb cap. The Witch King apparently didn't figure out how to make the escapement and ignition mechanism, so the gun didn't have a trigger and a fire door behind the barrel. Similar to their distant relatives on Earth, the shooter uses a piece of red-hot charcoal or red-hot iron to stick it into the fire door to light the fire.

Abela Chili turned back to Muhadi. "Do you think this weapon can change the shape of war?" There was an indisputable authority in the tone.

"Maybe, maybe not. Wars may be fought with weapons, but they need to be won. Muhathir said. "All I can say is that this weapon has great promises. ”

"It makes sense, and he is worthy of being a famous military reformer in Tyre. Abellachiri smiled as if approvingly. "Ram's army is not known for being strong and warlike, and sometimes I expect someone like you to assist my daughter Deirdley. That would make it easier for me to fight the remnants of the world's humanoids. ”

The Psychic Warlock was silent, the Ram Witch King was most concerned about the genocide work, and even after the Purification War was over, she spared no effort to strangle non-human civilizations. Without waiting for Muhadi to answer, Abel Rachili continued to talk to herself.

"I've heard that you killed a great psychic sorcerer named Lasgu? I've heard of this man, a nasty little vermin, but he does have two hands. With your strength, it's not easy to do that. ”

"Rasguhe has some old grudges, and I was able to kill him because I thought carefully about the tactics against him and was able to deal with his attacks in a targeted manner. What's more, I have an assistant to help. Muhadi blamed his "assistant in Tyre" for killing a powerful enemy, not wanting to expose the fact that he had borrowed the power of the primordial warlock from killing Rasgu.

"Old grudges?" said the Witch King. "Then you must be excited to kill him. ”

"I didn't feel anything, no pride in defeating a strong enemy, or the peace of mind in getting rid of a nightmare. There is no mercy or sympathy. The Psychic Warlock replied truthfully. "A lot of love was removed when I became a psychic warlock. My master told me that this was necessary to become some kind of higher being. ”

"When beasts kill, they don't feel anything, because that's their instinct. Abellachiri listened to the telemancer's words and smiled contemptuously. "Your Master seems to be only turning you into a lower being, not the other way around. The way of psionic energy may be strange and changeable, but it can never compare to the magic of magic. ”

Muhadi did not refute.

"Forget it. The Witch King stopped gossiping. "You came to me, what important things do you have to say?"

"I've found the answer. ”

"Really?" said Abellachiri raised an eyebrow. "Do you know why I turned against the puppeteer?"

Muhadi nodded.

"I had a hunch that you were different from everyone else. There is something about you that makes me feel familiar and makes me want to trust you. But I didn't expect you to be able to achieve results so quickly. ”

"There are some things that are as great as the Witch King cannot predict. Muhathir said. "Isn't that why you asked me to do the survey?"

The Witch King Abellachiri nodded. "Well, sue me what you've seen. ”

The Psychic Warlock took a deep breath and mobilized all the lying skills he had in his life.

This was his idea, since he really couldn't find out the results, and he had to rush back to Tyre, it was better to make up a lie and deceive the witch king.

Of course, if you want to deceive the Witch King, this difficulty is not ordinarily high. Muhadi made a lot of preparations in advance before he made up his mind to take a risky move. If it doesn't work out, well, then it's not a situation that he can control.

The Witch King Abela Chili listened patiently to Muhadi's story, without interjecting.

"I think what you're saying is unbelievable. After listening, Abellachili said without tactfulness. "Are you really sure the puppeteer knows that?"

As the Witch King spoke, the whole room lit up. From the point of view where Muhadi stands, Abela Chili looks a lot like Dirdelli. Because magic can rejuvenate the face, the two are like a pair of sisters. Judging by the psychic mancer's own experience, Princess Deardley is quite debauched. Muhathir couldn't help but wonder if the witch king was also very debauched when he was young, or how did he give birth to nine children?

"I'm sure. I saw it with the timemark ability. Muhati said, what he was thinking was, of course, I was sure she didn't know that. I made it up myself.

The Psychic Warlock told the Witch King a bizarre story in which Muhadi claimed that the Puppeteer had learned a powerful new type of psionic power that would be more effective than anyone could have imagined.

He said that the function of this new type of psionic energy is to directly erode the human soul, not a deep suggestion or a suicidal impulse, but a dangerous masterpiece that can truly manipulate people's hearts. The purpose of this spiritual energy is to deal with those ** masters who have life boxes-or great psychic warlocks with astral cocoons-because once this spiritual energy hits the target, it will not only erode the target's current body, but also the soul he has backed up, and irreversibly wither.

"Sue me again. The Witch King looked incredulous, and the magic in the air became more violent as her mood changed. "How did you notice that the puppeteer had such an amazing psychic power?"

"I've used the Timemark Psionic Power, Lord Grand Vickyle. Muhathir said. "It occurred to me yesterday that since the Psionics Academy was founded by a puppeteer, she must have been there almost seven hundred years ago. If I use my psionic energy to look at the past of that place, won't I be able to show the puppeteer's deeds back then?"

Hearing this, Abellachiri nodded. "I'm a master of plastic magic, and prophecy magic is really not my forte. However, there have been psykers who have tried to investigate the establishment of the academy before, and none of them have succeeded, either crazy or stupid. There seems to be something preventing them from finding out the truth. You can actually succeed, it seems that there is something extraordinary. ”

"But you just called the puppeteer 'she'? did you see the puppeteer's body?"

"I'm ashamed. Muhathir said. "It's easy for psionics to use different bodies. But in the ancient visions I saw, she was indeed a woman. There is no evidence, but I believe that it is what she is. ”

"That's right. Abellachiri seemed to be pondering some possibility, and as she did...... air seemed to freeze, "Hearing you say that, I do think the puppeteer may have understood some new ability."

Muhati nodded and continued to tell his lies. "I used the timemark ability to see that the puppeteer took a mage with a life box as a reality. Her ability attacks the mage's body, destroying the lifebox. ”

To make this lie more believable, the Psychic had to commission the face dancer Hedicher with a crystal containing reality-bending abilities to set up history. The latter also enlisted the help of the university scholar Khwarazmi, who was good at making all kinds of small machines and was very talented at forging things.

Although the makeshift setting is not enough to fool the advanced prophetic magic, fortunately, Abellachiri is not good at prophetic magic in the first place. Muhati planned to deceive the witch king and flee immediately, and then he would not be able to catch him even if the other party had problems.

"An ability that corrupts the life box?" there was obvious hesitation in her voice. "I don't have much prejudice against forces other than magic. But this ability to attack the lifebox, how to put it, is more out of line with the common sense of magic. ”

"It's really not common sense. Muhadi agreed. But psionic power is not based on common sense. And the Great Psychic Warlock Puppeteer is not a person who follows the rules in many ways. ”

"Alright. The Witch King Abela Chili said. "You've made it clear enough, don't dwell on the details. ”

"I'm glad Your Excellency understood my explanation. The Psychic Warlock adjusted his words slightly. "Because it took a lot of work for me to unravel this mess. I was kidnapped by your eldest son, pursued by mages, psychic warlocks, and warriors, and nearly lost my life. At least two dozen people have already died in the investigation. ”

The Witch King did not answer, but picked up a beaker with a colored liquid, looked at it, and took a sip of it himself. As soon as she lifted her finger, another beaker with a bright blue liquid flew in front of Muhadi. "Do you need it?"

"No, I'm not thirsty. Muhadi didn't dare to drink.

"I don't contradict your conclusions, but I have some legitimate doubts. Abellachili said. "Even if the Puppeteer does understand the new ability, how can you be sure that she did it on me in the final battle?"

"I really can't be sure. Muhathir said. "Unless you allow me to cast the Time Mark in your palace. ”

"Then you don't have to. The Witch King refused. "But I can give you some secret records in the palace, which have never been made public, and there are some rumors about the puppeteer. ”

Is there such a thing?' Muhati thought. "Has anyone seen those accounts before?"

"Yes, but those were rumors from fools seven hundred years ago. Absurd, vast as a sea of smoke. It doesn't use much. So I didn't sue you. ”

Muhati nodded in approval.

"So, you're trying to sue me that I really blew off my brain after flying back to the palace?" the Witch King asked again, "So I did commit suicide at that time?"

"No, not suicide. Muhati hurriedly said that he knew the character of the witch king and would definitely not believe that he had committed suicide. "As far as I can tell, Your Excellency is aware that you have been struck by the other party's ability, which may destroy your own life box. So I had to destroy the body that was hit to sever the connection between the souls. That's not suicide, it's a fight on another level. ”

"I flew back to the palace to blow up my head after a big battle with the puppeteer, am I fighting?" Abela Chili muttered to herself, Muhadi felt that his lie had worked, the other party was already inclined to believe it, and now it only took a little time for the lie to leaven.

"Exactly. The Psychic Warlock affirmed. "This is the only way to stop that psionic energy from destroying your soul. ”

The Witch King closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. It took a long time for her to open her eyes and speak again. "There's some truth to what you're saying, and I wonder how I ignored it before. New Powerful Abilities......"

The psychic sorcerer is silent, and if he says too much, he will lose it.

"From what I can remember, the puppeteer is indeed a weirdo in some ways. Abellachili recalled. "If anyone can understand the kind of psionic energy you are talking about, it could only be her. ”

"You're doing a good job. Finally, the Witch King nodded, "Do you want any reward?"

Muhati took the opportunity to make his own demand. "I want to be out of town for a while. ”

"Out of town?" Abellachiri wondered. "Why?"

"I need to go to Atki City. Muhathir lied. "There may be enough information there to support my inference. After all, Atki is the city of psychic magicians, and the scholars there can help me. ”

The Witch King clasped his hands together, then let go. Muhadi felt a strange energy flowing through him. "It is finished, I grant you permission to leave the city of Ram. But if you don't come back in a month and a half, the scholars of Atki City will have to find a way to resurrect you. ”

"Fair. Muhathir said. "Now, allow me to retire. ”

The Witch King nodded, and threw himself back into his research.

Before leaving Ram, Muhadi and Prince Corwin agreed that the agreement between the two would remain in place until the ruling council in Tyre made a new judgment.

Muhadi himself could not accept Corwin's method of raising humans and animals to pay the blood tax, but as an officer of Tyre, he had no right to fall out with the other party on his own initiative. It is fitting that this difficult question should be left to the Parliament to consider.

At the beginning, I walked from Tyre to Atqui for more than a month. Now it is much more convenient to return from Ram to Tyre. The mages in Tyre are all guardian mages, and they don't cast spells when they are idle, so as not to further damage the world ecology. Ram's mages here are all blasphemer mages, and a single teleportation spell can send Muhadi back.

Of course, whether there is a mage willing to cast spells for you is another question. With the Witch King's permission, the Psychic Warlock invited one of Corwin's men to cast a spell to send him back to Tyre. In order to make this trip happen, the other party asked for a large bag of gold coins, and the money left on Muhadi was enough to send him back to Tyre alone.

The Psychic told Raina to stay in Ram for the first time, and wait for him to return from Tyre. On the other hand, he asks the face dancer Hedicher to secretly protect the girl and the rest of the mercenaries, and find a way to assassinate Corwin if he turns his face.

Tyre is protected by a magical lock, and cannot teleport directly from other city-states to Tyre. So Muhadi asked the mages of Corwin to send him to the gathering place of the Scorpion tribe first, and then he planned to ride into the city.

The Witch King gave him the book on puppeteers, and Muhati flipped through it. It's full of nonsense, bizarre stories and stories that have no logic or connotation. That book contains hundreds of stories about the legendary Great Psychic Warlock Puppeteer, and these stories are contradictory and conflicting with each other, and it is difficult to say that they are not very true.

The puppeteer in those stories is hardly a person, she doesn't show people in different ways, and her personality has changed too much. One moment kind and generous, the other cruel and mean, it is hard to imagine that so many such contradictory qualities can be gathered in a man who seems to be generous and stingy, enthusiastic and shy, intelligent and stupid, sharp and slow...... It can only be considered that the story lacks authenticity.

However, among the many absurd legends, there are a few that are particularly interesting. For example, one legend claims that the puppeteer was not born of a physical mortal child through normal conception, but came from the possession of a spirit. In another story, the puppeteer claims that she does not belong to this world, not to Atath, not to the main material plane, not even to the entire multiverse!

The rest of the story was too nonsensical, but this description felt some truth to the psychic man's mind. After all, the words "the main material plane" and the multiverse must not be understood by ordinary fools, and they can only write them down after hearing them.

"Promise me you'll come back as best you can. Before leaving, Raina looked at Muhadi and said. , with a bit of nostalgia in his tone, "I'm tired of staying in Ram." ”

"That day will come sooner than you think. Muhati assured the other side.

"Muhadi. Corwin was also here to see him off. "I know you're a little unhappy with my methods, but one day you'll understand that it's impossible to be a clean person in a filthy world. ”

"I will convey the situation of Ram to the council of Tyre and they will make a judgment. Muhathir said. "It doesn't matter what I think or what I understand. ”

"Your understanding is as important to me as the support of the Council of Tyre. Prince Corwin said. "Don't think that because I did that, I didn't feel guilty or guilty. ”

Muhadi shrugged his shoulders and said to the blasphemer mage, "Start casting spells." ”

Magical elements converge in the air, and the plants in the courtyard die. A translucent magical portal floated in the air, gradually becoming clear.

"There will be a period later. The Psychic said to Raina and Corwin, and stepped into the portal.

From light to darkness.

Due to the long distance of teleportation, although Ram is still daytime, it is already dark at the teleportation destination.

The long-lost Elven language came to Muhadi's ears, it was the song of fire, one of the most popular art forms of the elven nomads, and many idle young people liked to use it every night to express their passions.

A voice recognized by Muhadi sang: "...... He took his beloved girl to a distant place, and fell in love for two weeks before changing his mind. ”

The voice was muffled, as if it were coming through heavy fabric, and that was exactly what it was. The Psychic Warlock was teleported directly to a tent.

The spell is not 100% accurate, and it is normal to teleport such a long distance with an error of several hundred feet, so Muhadi can't blame that mage for anything.

But this tent ...... The tent was surprisingly familiar, with its fabrics and interior furnished being familiar to Muhadi. This is the golden tent of the Scorpio tribe, the exclusive symbol of power for the chiefs.

"Who?" a sleepy voice came from a sleepy voice that its owner, the Psychic Warlock, was all too familiar.

Although there was no light, Muhati walked over to the other side. "It's me. He lowered his voice and whispered.

A cold dagger was placed next to the psychic sorcerer's neck, and he was too close to the other to alert her. The touch of steel made his skin pimple.

"I must be dreaming. The female chief of the Scorpion tribe, the elf Fatuma, said sleepily. "Because I saw you sneak into my tent, Muhadi. ”

"A great psychic sorcerer once told me that the whole world might be a dream of some mortal being. Muhadi said, gently pulling the dagger from his throat. "So maybe you're telling the truth. ”

The fire song outside the tent stopped, and a clear laugh pierced the night, as if the singer had found the girl he liked.

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