As the city and streets fade into obscurity, and the carriages and pedestrians on the roads become scarcer, Lear feels that he may have underestimated the difficulty of the mission as he leans against the eaves of a mansion and surveys the towers and lookouts.

Hundreds of gigantic gargoyles hovered over the inner city, their black batwings capable of soaring for an entire day using only the kinetic energy provided by the magic crystals on their chests.

The walls are densely packed with iron men and stone men, the great inventions of these alchemists, ignorant and unconscious, who do not need to rest, and are the best puppets to guard the city.

The kilometer-wide walls were covered with crossbow arrows and magical equipment, as well as the archgoblins and mage minions who operated them, no less so than the cannons on the walls of Spartacus, and even if most of these magic weapons were used for show, they were scary enough, but Lear knew that they weren't just for viewing.

Except for a heavily guarded avenue leading to the inner city, the rest of the place seemed to be a smooth road, and even within Lear's line of sight he found at least seven blind spots to easily infiltrate, but he also knew that if he did, those mines buried in the snow would send him to the west and blow him up, and then the crossbow bolts and magic weapons on the walls were fired, and the chain hammers of gargoyles and goblins flew sideways......

"Who are you? Why are you sneaking around here? Don't you know that this is Lord O'Neill's mansion?"

Just as Lear was frowning and thinking about how to sneak into the inner city quietly, a loud shout suddenly came from behind him, and he looked back in amazement, only to see a man in servant costume staring at him fiercely.

"Lord O'Neill, is it Master Mage?"

Lear suddenly remembered what the tavern owner had told him that most of the mages with heads and faces lived in the inner city, but because the area of the inner city was limited and there were too many mages in Bracada, there were some people who were unwilling to crowd into the inner city to buy a residence outside the city, so he had a plan in his heart.

"Of course!" the servant's eyes rolled upwards to reveal a proud expression, as if the Master Mage was himself.

"Our master is a ninth-level magician, and he is one step away from the red-robed mage, who are you, and why are you lingering here?"

The servant's nose stared at Lear incitingly, with an expression that Lao Tzu had been paying attention to you for a long time, if it weren't for the other party's luxurious clothes, I'm afraid I would have to the guy and drive people away.

"That's the kind of gentleman, I'm also a magician, I've heard the name of Lord O'Neill for a long time, I have always wanted to come to visit but I didn't want to get lost after entering the city, and I didn't expect this to be Lord O'Neill's mansion, Mr. Annoyance told me that there was a fellow magician who wanted to visit the adult, okay?"

Lear said as he dug his spiritual power into the spatial ring in his hand, rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find something, and after a long time, he finally exhaled and handed a purple-gold bronze medal to the servant's hand along with a golden object.

Phew, Lear wiped a handful of sweat in his heart, but fortunately he didn't throw it away.

I don't know if it was Lear's honorific title that played a role or if it was the effect of some kind of golden object, but in short, although the servant was still a little suspicious, after looking at the six bars in his hand and then at Lear, his expression slowed down significantly.

"This lord. "Although the prime minister's concierge is a second-class official, his own master is not the prime minister after all, and the servant still maintains a trace of respect after learning the identity of the other party's magician.

"Our master has instructed that if you don't see any guests today, you may come back another day?" he handed back the mage badge that proved his rank to Lear, and as for the others, he naturally didn't have any.

"Don't, this gentleman, you can also see from my badge that I have come all the way from Sarabuto to visit Lord O'Neill, the journey is far away and not to mention, I am about to return with the team, today I don't know when I will have the opportunity to see Master O'Neill again, and please sir must make it difficult for me to inform me." ”

While squeezing out two tears of eagerness, Lear clenched his servant's fist earnestly, while his fingers moved a few prototype objects into the other's palm, holding a pair of good brothers who sympathized with each other.

"This ......," the servant frowned in embarrassment.

Report it, it is possible to be scolded, don't report it, the eager eyes and the fiery palm made him a little unbearable, and finally, after feeling that the hard object in the palm of the palm had increased by two more pieces, he decided to take a risk for this pious young man.

All humble souls should be treated kindly, well, that's what Lord O'Neill usually taught us.

"You wait here for a while, I'll come as I go, but don't get your hopes up, I can only do my best. ”

After saying this, the servant did not wait for Lear's reply, turned around and hurried into the door, and did not forget to close the door gently as he left.

After about five minutes, just as Lear had gradually lost his patience and was about to find another way, the door of the sandalwood rivets suddenly opened slowly.

"You are in good luck, sir, Master O'Neill's experiment has just made a major breakthrough, and I am in a good mood at the moment, and after listening to your deeds and agreeing to meet you under my strong persuasion, you should make good use of this opportunity. ”

The minion's smiling face, glowing red, emerged from inside the door, and he looked at Lear, his pupils glinting with the sheen of some kind of object.

"Grasp it well, you must grasp it well!" Lear smiled and shook the other party's hand, how could he not understand the meaning in the other party's eyes, and after shaking hands twice, everyone was happy.

Passing through the narrow corridors and lush flower beds, Lear was led by his servants to a medieval attic, and on the way Lear even saw a few alchemists clumsily carrying various equipment, it seemed that this was not only O'Neill's residence, but also his laboratory.

But it doesn't have anything to do with him, because he's just here to find someone.

"Sir, Mr. Lear has arrived. ”

The servant motioned for Lear to wait at the foot of the steps, then stepped forward alone to report through the door.

"Ask him to come in. ”

A high-pitched rat-like voice descended from the second floor of the attic, and Lear alone was sure that Master O'Neill had nothing to do with the mighty horse runner he had imagined, but he smiled again and thanked the servant, and then walked into the attic.

On the second floor, Lear finally got to see the true face of the legendary ninth-level magician, who could swear by last night's steak that he was probably the strangest-looking magician he had ever seen.

Triangular eyes, hanging eyebrows, of which the right eyebrow is only half the color of the golden lion king, the two pupils outline a cloudy light, and the pupils are only a little bigger than sesame seeds, and a nose occupies almost a fifth of the area of the entire face and is barbed down, so that there are disconnects in the beard and lips under it.

At this time, the O'Neill master was looking at him with a smile that he thought was kind but horrified in Lear's eyes, a mouthful of yellow teeth and a generous grin, and the most unacceptable thing to him was the row of metal strips above and below the teeth, my God, don't you have braces?

"You're Lear, yes, you've reached the level of a sixth-level magician at a young age, and it won't be difficult to surpass my current achievements over time, but magic must not be too ambitious, you must be down-to-earth and take one step at a time, the vastness of the arcane ocean is by no means something you young people can imagine, what you are exposed to now is just a drop in the ocean, only when you really reach my level, can you get a glimpse of the surface of truth, you know?"

What stunned Lear was that before he could introduce himself, O'Neill's side began to lecture at length, and he could feel that he was in a really good mood, otherwise he would not be so kind to a stranger.

As for whether he intended to teach or show off, then he can only experience it for himself.

"That's right, Master O'Neill, I have come all this way to get your guidance on a magical issue. ”

Although Lear was adamant that the guy on the other side would be better suited to be in the Thieves' Guild than here, he still remembered his purpose.

"Oh?"

O'Neill groaned for a moment. "It stands to reason that you are not my student and I should not give you any guidance, but for the sake of you being so pious and I am in a good mood today, you can tell me about it, if it is just an ordinary question, I think I can guide you, but ......"

Before O'Neill could finish speaking, his triangular eyes widened as a jewel larger than his nose appeared in Lear's hand.

If it was just an ordinary diamond jewel, Master O'Neill would certainly not care, but he could clearly feel that there was extremely pure wind elemental energy flowing on that gem, and such a gem was enough to make a red-robed archmage breathless.

"It's just a small courtesy, not a respect, I know that Master O'Neill is busy with affairs, and it is a great honor to be able to give some guidance to students, how dare you delay your precious time in vain. ”

Lear grinned, quietly closing the distance between him and O'Neill.

"Hahaha, how embarrassing is this, hey, you young people, if you don't concentrate on the arcane ocean, you always engage in these ways of drilling, this is the wrong way, but you have come from afar and are honest, I will keep this gem for you for the time being, and I will return it to you as a congratulatory gift when you achieve your achievements in the future. ”

Saying this, O'Neal was not polite at all, and the gem in Lear's palm was already missing with a light wave of the robe, and when he looked at Lear again, he felt that it was pleasing to the eye.

"Tell me, if there's anything you need my guidance. ”

O'Neill waved his hand, and Shi Shiran sat down in front of Lear.

"This ...... Can the teacher allow me to step forward and speak, this magic involves some secrets of my family, I'm afraid ......" Lear pretended to be nervous and looked back and forth, not too obvious.

"What are you afraid of, this is in my laboratory, everything is within the control of my mental power......" O'Neal was a little unhappy with Lear's cringe, but after scolding for a few sentences, he realized that he had just accepted a big gift from the other party, which seemed to be a bit too harsh.

"Come forward, and I'll keep it a secret for you. ”

He frowned, it is very dangerous for a magician to rashly let a stranger get close, and under normal circumstances, this is also a taboo for mages, but this is in his own laboratory, and the other party is obviously a magician who is much lower than his level, so all of a sudden O'Neill is not so vigilant.

"Thank you for your understanding, thank you for your understanding......," Lear made a relieved look and walked quickly to O'Neill, his humble attitude caused O'Neal to disdain in his heart, thinking that Lear's problem was just pediatric, and at the same time relaxed his guard against Lear again.

"That's the kind of teacher, the magic problem I want to discuss with you this time is about a mind control spell, its name is Bewitching ......"

Lear leaned close to O'Neal and whispered softly, a wicked smile on his lips.

"What!?"

After hearing this, O'Neill's eyes suddenly opened to the extreme, and a cold feeling touched his spine from the soles of his feet and instantly climbed above his head.

As we all know, there are only three kinds of spiritual magic in the world at present, one is grief-stricken, which can evoke the most frightened and sad memories in the enemy's heart with the chaotic spiritual element.

The second is madness, a magic that evokes the most primitive killing instinct in the hearts of all living beings, causing the recipient to go on a killing spree with only two endings, one of the recipients being killed, and the other being killed by all the creatures around the recipient.

But the most terrifying one is the demagogy of the magic level that is not as good as the first two, and the person who falls for this spell, although still alive and retains all his abilities, will become a thoughtless marionette, completely following the caster's will to do whatever the caster wants him to do.

Unlike grief-stricken and heartbroken, which are all group magic, demagoguery is still a single spell, so it doesn't seem particularly scary, and controlling a soldier has little impact on the battlefield, but what if the person being controlled is a general? or even more so if it's the king of a country or the pope?

Not to mention how likely this is, if it does, then the caster can almost already hide behind his back and cover the sky with one hand.

It is precisely because of the horror of this magic that the countries on the continent have almost reached a tacit agreement that it is strictly forbidden to cast this spell on the high-level personnel of various countries, and once it is discovered, the caster will definitely become a universal public enemy.

A third-level spell was classified as a forbidden spell, and the horror of this spell can be seen.

But this is not enough, in order to completely eliminate the threat of demagogic spells, casters around the world have developed many targeted spells in advance, healing and exorcism can effectively remove the effect of demagogic spells, but in fact, this is useless, just ask a person who has fallen into demagoguery, how can others easily find out.

So there was a time when the life pendant that was able to resist demagoguery almost caused a disaster, but that's another story.

First of all, the first is that the caster's mental power must definitely form a comprehensive suppression of the recipient, and the second one is that the recipient should not have too much resistance when receiving the spell, and it is best to be defenseless, otherwise the fierce mental power confrontation may turn the recipient into a fool, and more serious will even have a backlash against the caster.

After all, controlling a normal person will greatly reduce the chance of being discovered, but controlling a snotty fool is too easy to show his feet.

To sum up the above two conditions, it is the reason why Lear has been so low-voiced and close to O'Neill, and it is naturally not a problem to comprehensively suppress it with his mental power far exceeding O'Neill's I don't know how many times.

Therefore, O'Neill only had time to dilate his pupils for a moment after hearing the name demagoguery, and then he felt a majestic and indescribable spiritual power invade his mind, and in less than a second, his cloudy dead fish eyes calmed down again.

"Your Excellency. ”

O'Neill knelt in front of Lear, his back trembling slightly like a family dog waiting to be petted.

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