Norman didn't look at the pond, didn't look in front of Atrimicia, didn't look anywhere else.

His gaze remained focused on Atramicia's right hand.

On the thin white stick that Atremisia held in her right hand, to be exact.

On the surface, the thin white stick lay quietly in Atrimia's hand the whole time, never moving, but Norman magically "saw" its movement.

It's breathing.

When Atramithea said those incantations, it was breathing, but in fact it didn't move, let alone breathe.

This is a very subtle sense, just like Norman two days ago, when he could not see or hear anything, but he could suddenly sense danger coming.

The state of oneness imprisoned his physical body and sealed off his magical abilities, but at the same time, it seemed to open another magical door.

However, Norman's attention did not linger on the stick, and his attention was quickly drawn to the great movement in front of him.

After Atramicia's spell settled, a faint breeze blew from the edge of the pond.

The breeze pushed the pebbles on the ground and ran along with the crumbling dirt, and where they passed, the ground cracked.

The speed at which the earth cracked was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, a crack of three or four meters was pulled, and the earth trembled.

Norman could clearly feel the ground shaking beneath his feet, like an earthquake, and if it had been more intense, he had no doubt that he would have fallen to the ground without standing on his feet. And as the ground shook, a stone wall three or four meters wide burst out of the cracked crack in the ground and plunged straight into the sky!

The stone wall rises quickly and stops quickly.

When it rose to a height of about six or seven meters, its growth momentum came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had choked its neck. This even gives the illusion of seeing the dirt hanging on the stone wall flying upwards by inertia, when in fact the dirt is firmly attached to the stone wall and has not moved.

As the growth momentum of the stone wall came to an abrupt halt, the ground finally stopped shaking and returned to its previous state of tranquility, continuing to carry everything in this world silently as it had never happened.

The earth can be treated as if nothing had happened, but not the people who live on the earth.

Norman looked at the stone wall, his eyes wandering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Xiu, who had been chanting words and studying dragon magic, had already raised his head and was looking at the abrupt stone wall in front of him, his eyes were full of confusion.

Ophelia pursed her lips, looking at the stone wall for a while, and Atrimithea for a while, her eyes stubborn and full of unwillingness.

Bang bang bang

The sound of messy and hurried footsteps sounded, and many people rushed to this side, because the campsite was all by the edge of the pond, so these hurried people quickly arrived at the scene.

"Lord Barton!"

"Where is the enemy?"

"Lord Barton, are you alright?"

......

The first to arrive at the scene were Monroe's slaves and Jacob, and it was Monroe and the others who were shouting.

As soon as they arrived at the scene, they rushed to Norman's side, surrounded Norman so much that they were in a position of stance—since that day's competition, after Norman and Jacob's negotiation, the weapons they borrowed that day belonged to them, for which Jacob and Norman each gave a little blood.

Look at their posture, if there is really an enemy, they are afraid that they can immediately rush up and chop each other into meat sauce, and there is a reason why they are so nervous.

It's not because they really have how loyal Norman is now, it's just because Norman said that he would canonize them as knights, and the date of canonization has been arranged, and they are now all looking forward to it one by one, so how can Norman be killed at such a time?

Whoever dares to touch Norman at such a time will not be able to get along with them, with the weapons in their hands!

And all this in Norman's eyes made him show an old and relieved expression, and he almost held his non-existent hair and sighed.

"Heroism, loyalty, these things are perfectly embodied in you, I am very touched!"

Norman spoke in a strange tone, as if singing: "If the honor of a knight does not belong to such a warrior, who else can it belong!"

These words were not fully understood by these vulgar people with a low level of education, but the general meaning was still understandable - this was equivalent to Norman once again promising to canonize them as knights - which naturally made them look at each other with joy in their eyes, and the tension they had created was relaxed a lot.

Norman added, "But there was no enemy attack, and the movement just now was just because Atrimithea cast a spell. ”

"Well, this is the one in front of you. ”

Norman said, pointing his finger forward, pointing to the extra stone wall on the flat ground.

As they spoke, a number of slower men came over, including the four tattooed slaves who had not been promoted and were anxious to show that they wanted to get out of the slaves, as well as a few of the original warriors in the ranks.

When they arrived at the scene, they happened to hear Norman's words, and everyone involuntarily looked in the direction of Norman's finger and looked at the stone wall, and then many people's eyes turned to Atrimithia, who was standing in front of the stone wall, and their eyes were all surprised.

The stone wall was so big, and it appeared so abruptly by the pond, of course they had noticed it a long time ago, but everyone thought it was a movement caused by a sudden attack on the enemy, which was why Monroe and the others were so nervous, after all, their opponent might be a mage!

But they didn't expect that this spell was actually cast by Atrimisia!

Of course Atramicia and they knew each other, and they knew that this was Lord Barton's maid, and she had great power, especially Monroe and the others, and they knew this very well. But no one could have imagined that Atrimicia was still a mage?!

Well, even if Atramicia is a powerful warrior and a mage, why did she suddenly cast spells? Did she want to do bad to Lord Barton?—— even this serious mage thought that the purpose of spells was to fight, let alone these civilians. In their minds, spells are the same thing as swords unsheathed on the battlefield, and they must see blood when they come out, which is why Monroe and they immediately reacted to the enemy attack as soon as they saw the movement of the spell.

This idea of "spells represent battle" is deeply rooted, even if Norman has said it again, it still can't reverse the habitual thinking of everyone present, Monroe and the others are still nervously guarding Norman's side, but unlike just now, their formation spontaneously adjusted, faintly facing the direction of Atrimicia.

Goo.

It was the sound of Khariat swallowing, and he was so nervous.

Only those who had personally worked with Atramithea knew how powerful this tall woman was, especially now that she could spell, which made her former subordinates even more afraid. However, the strong desire for knighthood and the trust in the strength of their companions still made them stand in front of Norman, and none of them backed down.

Norman glanced at the scene and found that it was still a little stiff, and he did not completely relax, and then looked at the expressions of the people around him, and almost guessed what was going on, so he said loudly: "Everyone relax, don't be nervous, spells do not represent battle and death, spells can also represent life and hope!"

Can spells still represent life and hope?

This is the question revealed by the expressions on everyone's faces.

"Atramithea is only building houses for everyone, and see how strong and thick this load-bearing wall is, and the house made of this wall is much stronger than the wooden houses you have built! ”

Norman raised his arms and began his missionary work with a gushing heart.

"And there's not just one house, and it's not just me who can live in it. Since you have chosen me as your leader, I will be responsible to you, and I solemnly promise here that there will be more and more houses built with magic in the future, and that you will all be able to live in such houses in the future as long as you behave well and make meritorious contributions......!

Thanks to the fact that these natives from other worlds do not know the history of China, otherwise, they might shout in unison, "Communism, Democracy, Righteousness is good!"

But even if they don't know "communism," it doesn't prevent them from understanding Norman's words.

Monroe and a few of the other nervous elements finally relaxed, and everyone's eyes gradually brightened.

They had never imagined that magic could be used to build houses, and judging by the stone walls in front of them, it was clear that the houses made by magic were much stronger than the wooden houses they were trying to build now.

In such a strange and dangerous place, safety is the first thing everyone considers, and a house built entirely with this kind of stone wall in front of them is obviously a great guarantee for safety. The most important thing is that, according to Lord Barton, they will all be able to live in such a house in the future!

The eyes of everyone present were bright, full of longing and excitement.

None of them are mages, so naturally they are beneficial, and they don't think about how much this is detrimental to the dignity of mages from the perspective of mages like Xiu does—the dignity of mages? That's their business. As for the time wasted on this, it's none of their business, and it's not up to them to make it anyway.

They don't even need to do it, they are promised to enjoy such power in the future, so can they not look forward to excitement?

Only Xiu's eyes were bitter, and it was obvious that even if he wanted to become a legend, he couldn't help but feel heartache at the thought of the time he was going to waste.

And at this time, a voice suddenly sounded in the silent crowd.

"Patton!

While the stars were shining in the eyes of the others and still longing for the good, Monroe had already shouted loudly.

This guy's sycophancy attribute seemed to be out of control after it was developed on the day of the competition, and he has become more and more handy in the past two days.

With Monroe taking the lead, several tattooed slaves shouted along, and then everyone else in the room joined in.

"Barton! Barton......"

It's like a cult scene.

Norman didn't feel embarrassed at all, so he listened with peace of mind, but after listening for a while, when he saw Atramicia standing quietly in front of the stone wall, his eyes moved, and he didn't know what he thought, and suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

At his shout, the men who called his name gradually stopped, and everyone looked at him with puzzled eyes, not knowing what he wanted to say.

"Get me some strips of cloth, at least this long, so wide ......"

Norman took Jacob by the hand and gave him a command, gesturing as he spoke.

He was originally held by Jacob and Rusen, although his nominal status was higher than that of the other party, but the conversation between the two has always been discussed, and he has always been very polite to Jacob, and has always been referred to as "Mr. Jacob", and it is the first time that he has directly ordered each other to do things like now.

Jacob also felt a little strange and awkward in his heart, but he was really interested in Norman's plan to "share a house", and wanted to see the implementation of this plan, plus Norman's strength was getting stronger and stronger, so he could only put aside the awkwardness in his heart for the time being, silently listened to Norman's instructions, and then went to work.

"You're in good hands. ”

Jacob had just turned to leave when Lancelot's voice rang out in Norman's heart.

"Xiu has basically been suppressed, and the only people who can threaten your position now are Demps, Jacob, and Rusen. Demps is not to be feared, he is just an empty shell, only Jacob and Rushn are unstable factors after all. ”

"You took advantage of today's situation, directly rode on the other party's head, because of the situation, he had no way to resist, he could only acquiesce temporarily, but this acquiescence, in the eyes of others, is that the superior has been divided, and this mouth is opened, he is extremely difficult to get back, the general trend has been decided. ”

"The political situation has basically stabilized, and we are very pleased with your growth. ”

Gratified?

Norman was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

However, in the current situation, it is indeed difficult for him to respond to Lancelot's words.

And in the midst of his silence, Jacob had returned, followed by a man holding the things he had been.

It was a few wooden poles, a few pieces of white cloth, and some ink and brushes.

Norman took the things, placed them on the ground, dipped a brush in ink, and drew patterns on the white cloth.

The patterns he drew attracted Xiu's attention, and the words were whispered in his mouth, and the voice was subtle and indistinct, so that others could not hear clearly, and finally Norman finished writing, and tied four pieces of white cloth to the wooden pole with his hands, tied them, and then put them up, so that Monroe and Derick stood on either side of him, and took one hand in each hand, and he stood in the middle, and his hands swiped over the two pieces of white cloth one by one, pointing and muttering aloud.

"The old immortal of the stars, the mana is boundless, the immortal blessing is eternal, and the longevity is with the sky!"

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