In Augustine's eyes, the underground castle of Brother Shi is a labyrinth of perfect combination of artistic and strategic value, and it is an interesting castle that can bring him a sense of security and surprise, but for the escort team of Brother Shi, it is nothing more than a relatively weird stronghold, after experiencing the initial excitement, the knights and swordsmen who could not move around on the first floor of Brother Shi began to get irritable, although the high-purity fluorite brings light, but the underground is underground, the empty room, the more than 20 faces that are so familiar that they can no longer be familiar, the only seven or eight women left in the horns of the sheep horn do not know where to be taken by the young and unfamiliar consul, after the last bit of energy and patience is consumed in the martial arts training hallA burly swordsman was the first to burst out of strong dissatisfaction, he stood in the center of the martial arts training hall, constantly roaring, and some knights and swordsmen also echoed, their eyes were hot, as if as long as the rule of the consul was overthrown, there would be countless cheeses, wines, and plump women.

There are only a few coaxing characters among the magicians, most of them sit quietly in the room and review the magic books they bring with them, occasionally mixed with dark magic codexes that are not recognized by the Imperial Magic Association, and most of the magicians who enter the sacrament are quasi-heretics who want to seek special protection, and if they want not to be sent to the Inquisition by the old-fashioned and stubborn Magic Association, they are the only ones who take the initiative to work for the ruling.

"Let's go out and walk around. The sturdy swordsman at the head smiled fiercely, I am afraid that the weak archon who looks like he is only half his body will appear in front of him, and he will be directly cut into meat sauce by the unusually wide and heavy O'Brie greatsword in his hand, he is the only one among the escort members who has won the Oak Leaf Order Level 10 Great Swordsman, and when the rest of the Great Swordsmen and Grand Knight are lost when they set off, Benson naturally has a high prestige.

"Benson, calm down. An elderly knight stopped, stopping at the door, trying to convince the grumpy Benson not to get into trouble, "We don't have a good reason to challenge the established agreement with the Archon, and to do so will have incalculable consequences. ”

"Cowardly knight, do not measure the weight of a great sword in the hands of a great swordsman by your etiquette. Benson laughed wildly, raised the O'Briy greatsword in his hand, which was very popular among the official swordsmen of the Empire, placed it on the old knight's shoulder, and pressed it down hard, bending the old knight's knee with snow-white hair a little.

The old knight chose to give way at the last minute before Benson erupted.

The mighty knight withdrew his greatsword, spat on the ground, and cursed, "The knightly code of shit." ”

The old knight's body trembled, but in the end he still didn't make a radical behavior, and he didn't even refute it, and some of the young knights who didn't plan to follow Ben Sen to violate the agreement also walked out of the martial arts training hall with disdain, deliberately bypassing the stiff old knight, it seemed that the originally coveted Edward Deep Blue Medal on his chest was no longer dazzling, and the old knight looked at the martial arts hall where there were only sporadic conservatives left, and sighed softly.

A magician with a childish look on his face walked up to the old man and said with concern, "Old Eugene, are you alright?"

The old knight shook his head and said, "It's nothing. ”

The old man gently stroked the medal on his chest that the Edward family awarded to the knights, the medal has a bit of a sense of obsolescence eroded by the years, the dark blue medal is just a low-level medal of the Edward family, not a series of medals of honor that can prove the rank of the official Empire, but the "British Bear Hunting Terrier" Edward is not simple, this Bear Hunter Terrier, known for his bravery, ranks 4th in the list of many families in the Empire, and being born in Edward is an honor in itself, so Edward's high-ranking knights prefer to wear family medals rather than imperial medals. The old-school knight who adhered to the rules seemed to have gained great courage all of a sudden, squeezed out a smile, patted the youngest magician in the team, and said, "Hall, go, tell me about your latest research on the magic array, is it the thing called the golden pendulum?"

"It's the Second Dark Golden Pendulum Compound Magic Array!Old Eugene, this is one of the most inspiring Divine Magic Arrays among the 100 Great Magic Arrays. The young magician protested.

"Haha, I don't know what dark gold is, but gold is a good thing, the only thing in the world that is more attractive than a lady. The old knight also showed a certain sense of humor in front of the young man, looking at the baby-faced young man who was now a level 5 magician, his eyes were full of the kindness of the elders, this little hall could survive, and when he walked to this poetic brother full of mystery, Eugene couldn't help but be grateful to the all-knowing and all-enlightened Lord.

Hall, a magician who pays more attention to theory than practice, rolled his eyes and patiently explained: "Old Eugene, even a pound of gold can't buy a gram of dark gold belonging to the 'God Metal' sequence, it is not a magical element that can be measured by money. ”

The old knight didn't think so, for him, in addition to the knightly code and the favor of elegant noblewomen, what dark golden pendulum magic array and what god metal were all obscure problems that made people headaches, and old Eugene, who just wanted to rest for a while and chat with the young man, closed his mouth in amusement, and accompanied Little Hall to the corner room, although he was not interested in magic, but he liked to watch Little Hall's eyebrows dance when talking about magic theory, full of vitality that these old men did not have.

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There were seventeen or eighteen guys who followed Benson out of the martial arts hall to "take a walk", talking about hearsay about the secrets of the Imperial nobles, or making fun of the figures of several female assistants in Sheephorn, but in the end the conversation focused on Professor Shirley, who was second only to Phileu's research officer, and they all talked about her towering twin peaks, The slender waist and round and plump buttocks like a water snake can only show a super-level artistic atmosphere at this time, and Benson is undoubtedly the most vocal one, because he is the man who talked to the "mature-female sister" the most before arriving at Black Swan Lake, and he is also willing to share this pleasure at the head of the line, "What does her ass feel like, do you know?"

Benson deliberately raised a hand to draw a rounded curve, and a bunch of people behind him swallowed a mouthful of saliva and opened their eyes wide, as if Benson was holding the ass of a mature female sister in his hand.

"It's like her. Benson laughed loudly.

A group of male creatures were stimulated to their eyes red, half jealous and half adoring looking at Benson, they only thought that this guy just said a few more words to Professor Shirley, at most it was to pinch her hand, but they didn't expect it to progress to such an amazing extent, so the animals involuntarily developed rich associations, the mature female professor walked and shook everyone's wide-eyed buttocks touched, and the twin peaks that would tremble and tremble when trotting and dazzled men were also desecrated, so what should be done next, will it not be doneAt a critical moment when almost everyone was in a revery, Benson consciously or unintentionally slowed down in a corner and dropped from the lead to third.

No one noticed the red skull sign on the corner wall, except for Benson, who seemed to be grumpy and full of erotic thoughts in addition to his outstanding force points.

Then the two knights spotted the lame boy standing not far from them, the mute man with a face that could be more beautiful than a woman in the eyes of some fraternity nobles, he was standing opposite the two level 6 knights, without anger, without surprise, like a puppet with its soul drained.

Benson's right foot suddenly stopped, hanging in the air.

When a few accomplices behind Benson turned around with a smile and bumped into Benson's huge body, they realized that things were a little abnormal, and through Benson's body, it was a face that was not far away, pale and thin, sluggish and stiff, everyone's eyes moved down, and their hearts beat in unison, and finally understood why Benson would stop and refuse to move forward even further.

The lame man put his hands in the hearts of the two "pioneers", and then pinched it, and there was a dull but extremely harsh blasting sound.

Two hearts were pinched and exploded by him!

Withdrawing his hand, the two sturdy bodies that had not completely disappeared the breath of life leaned forward, and before falling to the ground, they were held by the cripple by their necks, and their five fingers contracted and completely broken, as if they were twisting a reed, and then pinched their twisted necks, and after the cripple made sure that no one stepped into the forbidden area drawn by the master again, he turned around and gently dragged the corpse to the end of the aisle.

Undoubtedly, the horns downstairs immediately had some fresh experimental materials.

What a generous Archon.

Benson's eyes almost popped out, and when the devil's back disappeared into the opposite corner, he was finally able to retract the right foot that had been hanging in the air for a long time, and turned back without looking back, ignoring the group of comrades he had abducted. The devil is definitely the number one monster in the secret organization of the Sacramental Ministry! Benson can fight against those enemies who eat away at the "horns" without fear of death, but he will never have the slightest friction with the "own people" who come out of the Sacramental Ministry.

For the guy who can make himself feel the slightest taste of a warrior or a mage, Benson never provokes a second time, which is why the great knights and swordsmen who are stronger than him are dead, but he can reach the end. Just when Benson was secretly lucky, he found that the guy he least wanted to see now appeared in the corridor at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

The smiling young leader of the cosmo, Lord Augustine, stood beside him a child who looked even stranger than a blonde cripple.

"I heard that Professor Shirley has a good hand, this respectable oak swordsman, I guess the professor wants to try your hand too. Augustine smiled.

Benson's rough face, which had been full of rampant and smug writing a few minutes ago, suddenly turned into flattery, and the speed was amazing, and after he performed the knightly salute, he seemed to realize that the big man standing in front of him was more like a priest, and he made the Vat Trantican sacred triangle gesture, and then bowed his head respectfully and said: " Lord Archon, I don't dare to go beyond the line and enjoy the downstairs to the maximum, Brother Shi is indeed an impregnable fortress, only a great leader like you can build such a magnificent castle, I am willing to fight bloodily for you, that is the greatest honor for any oak swordsman!"

Before this guy entered the "ewe", he was 100% a nobleman who couldn't get into the upper circle, and even Augustine admired his transformation and said with a smile: "Then have you really felt Professor Shirley's hand?"

Benson, who didn't come back to his senses for a moment, immediately replied with a serious face: "Report to Lord Archon, that's just my irresponsible boasting, how dare I offend a knowledgeable professor, it's impossible!"

Augustine smiled with satisfaction and turned away.

Benson secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt glad that he was in a hurry, and he would only be grateful to the broken aristocratic father who only passed on to him a broken knighthood and a huge debt, after all, the old drunkard still gave himself a not stupid head and a smooth mouth.

As for the group of knightly swordsmen behind Benson who were instigated and abducted and ruthlessly abandoned, they opened their mouths one by one, scolding Benson for his cunning and hypocrisy.

When Benson and the others fell from heaven to the brink of hell, the old knight Eugene was yawning and listening to little Hall talk about the essence of the magic circle of the second dark golden pendulum, and the young theorist would take a quill pen to sketch the magic circle pattern on the wall when he talked about the rise, and it was obvious that the young man, who was bound to be ostracized by the Orthodox Magical Guild for his perverse ideas and heretical ideas, was not discouraged by the lack of interest of his only audience, and he continued to draw on the walls what he thought was the most magical part, attaching a long list of obscure and difficult formulas for the transformation of the elements, and finally his mind was stuck on a lone string argument that suddenly popped out of his mind, holding a quill and staring at the wall in a daze.

Old Eugene changed his sitting position and dozed off comfortably, having long been accustomed to Little Hall's "sleepwalking".

An uninvited guest suddenly appeared beside the young magician, took his quill pen, circled one among a large number of formulas, and chuckled, "Wrong here. In the wizarding world, any inconspicuous deviation can bring a magician's life's work back to square one. ”

Then the man wrote a series of characters on the wall in extremely beautiful fonts that were far darker and deeper than Little Hall, as well as a large number of unknown mysterious substance conversion formulas, if the famous "Theory Master" Little Hall among the many magicians in the "ewe" was a lizard crawling on the threshold of magic, then this person who stopped because he heard him muttering to himself, in the eyes of the proud Little Hall, was simply a top-notch creature beyond countless levels!

Any character written by this man on the wall is an incomparable spiritual wealth for all magicians who are immersed in the path of magic, and the stunned little Hall is like a battered ant, racking his brains to follow the thoughts flowing from the man's quill pen, while being swept by the endless torrent of awe and worship, and when the man stopped the quill pen, old Eugene was shocked to find that little Hall had burst into tears.

"There is no difference between being 1 step away from the truth and being 100 steps away from the truth. My teacher said that there are only humble magicians, and there are no great magicians. ”

The man handed the quill back to Hall, who had already thought it had touched the last kernel of magic, and spoke softly.

Inexplicable old Eugene looked at the back of the guy walking out of the room, and wondered, "Little Hall, is Lord Archon a very powerful magician?"

Little Hall stared at the character formula on the wall that had almost been overturned and evolved by the man, and muttered, "He's a dragon of thoughts." ”