Asa now had the Duke's appointment instrument in his arms.

He didn't know why the Duke had entrusted him with the task of saving his daughter like the only savior. With the power and money of the Duke, a group of big-eared monsters will definitely not be a problem. Those green-skinned thieves would never have dared to kidnap them if they had known in advance that it was the daughter of a duke, which was enough to lure an army into dangerous goods that would raze their entire village to the ground. They usually only attack passers-by or small caravans, and are generally not afraid to hurt people. And whoever it is, as long as they go with the ransom money, they can solve this matter.

But whatever the Duke thinks, it's definitely a good thing. He was also hoping that he could solve this matter very alone and secretly. The Duke not only begged him very sincerely to save his daughter, but also gave him a document of appointment, which, like the Bishop, said that it was convenient for him to act in the locality.

Of course, the duke did not have the right to directly appoint officials, and this document merely proved that he was an envoy appointed by the duke, indicating that he was the duke's person, and could change horses at various post stations along the way. And the duke's prestige and power have been thriving in recent years, and even in remote places, this page proves to be a great deterrent.

He wanted to dismiss this thing, but along with this paperwork he handed over ten shiny gold coins, which were needed, so he had to take it.

It was getting late, and he returned to Sandru's house, ready to leave tomorrow.

Asa had always remembered the meditation technique, and when he entered the house, he asked Sandru angrily, "Why didn't you tell me what the meditation technique in that book was, I would have known that I wouldn't have practiced it." ”

"Why don't you practice?" Sandru glared at him.

"Isn't that sorcery? The Bishop said that the people who practiced it were dead. Do you want to kill me?"

Sandru spat on the ground and said, "The dead are all fools who are obviously not qualified enough but barely practiced. Where is there anything evil or good in the thing itself, it just right, even if you drink too much water, it will kill people. I've practiced before, but I don't practice anymore when I reach the limit of my body, and it's okay for so many years. ”

When the Bishop told him to destroy the book by the way, Sandru paused and asked, "Did he really say that?" and then frowned, ran into the back room, and when he came out, he handed Asa what was in his hand and said, "You ate it." Asa took it in his hand and looked closely, it was two black pills.

"Eat quickly, quickly. Sandru patted Asa on the back like a child.

"I don't know how I dare to eat anything, it can't be poison. ”

"That's good medicine. Sandru made an innocent angry face. "This is a good thing that I made with dozens of precious medicinal herbs and magic power. Eating it can strengthen the body and make you feel a hundred times more energetic. I saw that you were going to complete a difficult task tomorrow, so I gave you some energy. ”

"Really?" Asa sniffed carefully, but it didn't taste anything, and swallowed it with his mouth open.

"Another glass of water to help with digestion. Sandru handed him another glass of water.

Asa gulped and drank it, noticing that Sandru was watching him very carefully. I felt very uncomfortable and asked, "What kind of reputation are you doing?"

Sandru looked at him and made sure that he had swallowed the medicine and that it was impossible for him to vomit it anymore, before he suddenly cried out in a panic: "Oh no, I forgot." The properties of this medicine are so strong that it must be neutralized with another medicine. Otherwise, you will die of pain in your stomach. ”

"You.—" Asa glared at him. "What do you mean?"

"There's another medicine I forgot, but it's in that book. You must get that book back to me as soon as possible. He patted Asa on the shoulder, and then innocently said, "What do you see me doing like that? I didn't mean to." But don't worry, the action of this drug is not so fast, and it takes a long time to attack. I'm sure you'll be able to get that book to me before the poison hair. Don't show the book to anyone else, because only I can understand the prescriptions......"

Then he seemed to think of something again, and instructed Asa in the kind tone characteristic of his elders: "By the way, there is also a bad memory of my person. If you tell Bishop Ronis about this, I can't remember anything as soon as I'm frightened. ”

Asa sighed and nodded, patted Sandru on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I will give you the book, and then tell the bishop that the book has been destroyed." He really didn't believe that anyone who could play these little tricks had anything to do with the legendary Necromantic Guild.

"So you're so smart, I didn't even notice it before. Sandru nodded a little embarrassedly, and then said with a very serious expression. "But it's really a very powerful poison. You have to feel the pressure so that you can focus, or you will get dizzy at the sight of a woman. If that woman is in your arms and tells you to destroy that book, won't she take her own life?"

Asa nodded impatiently and said, "Okay, okay, I know, I'll give you the book." ”

There was a bang, and the two wooden doors were kicked open. A group of people poured in, almost all of them big men with weapons in hand.

Only the leader was a thin man with sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, who stared at Asa and said to the others, "This is it." The young master has orders to live. However, it is okay to break a few hands and feet, and the first one to put him down is five gold coins. ”

As soon as the words fell, all the people swooped down on the five gold coins standing in front of them.

"Looks like I'm looking for you. Slow busy. Sandru turned and walked away.

Asa didn't understand how these unknown people could find him, but he knew how to deal with the people who rushed towards him with weapons. He didn't retreat, but advanced, and when he reached out, he sent a fireball towards the first person who rushed over, and this time it was almost with all his strength.

Asa knows the trick of doing more with less. The side with a large number of people often has an advantage in self-control, and the mentality is generally very loose, as long as you show their unexpected strength, it will be demoralized if you put down a few at once, and then it will be easy to deal with.

The fireball was not as powerful as it was in the Forest of Whispers, but it was a noticeable improvement over the previous one, hitting the man in the chest and blasting him upside down. Several people next to him were also knocked down by the aftermath of the explosion.

"Oh?" Sandru, who walked to the side to watch the bustle, opened his eyes, surprised at the power of this fireball.

The others didn't pause, but rushed at him even more ferociously. Asa knew at a glance that this group were all seasoned veterans. He pulled the knife out from behind his back.

With only two swords from the people coming from the front, Asa drew out another fireball and blew down the two people who pounced on the side. He now felt like the mana was flowing freely and endlessly through his body.

It was the first time he'd fought someone since he escaped from the Whispering Forest, and it felt like he was a lot better than before. The power of meditation and the sunwell gradually merged in the body, and not only the magic power, but also the physical body showed a wonderful effect.

Asa crossed the back of the knife and slashed two. He didn't want to kill, he just used the back of the knife, and naturally he didn't shoot lightly, and every time he attacked, there would be a sound of bones cracking. But he didn't expect this group of people to be fierce, and as soon as he turned around, a big man who had been cut to the ground got up and stabbed him in the back, but only wiped it on the robe and then swept away.

Asa didn't look back, took a step back and struck him with his elbow. The sound of a shattered face and a muffled cry rang out at the same time. I won't be able to get up again this time.

A man from the side rushed forward wielding a long sword, and Asa simply stepped forward to block the sword directly with his arm, and then knocked the man's jaw to pieces with a single hilt. Returning another fireball, a guy who wanted to sneak up on the back flew out and crashed into the shelves of glass bottles containing various organs, and the internal organs and potions fell all over the ground along with the glass shards. Sandru scolded his mother next to him.

Seeing his style of play, the other few who were left were finally timid, and they only dared to put on a posture but stopped coming.

"Stop!" shouted. The thin man at the head sneaked over at some point and grabbed Sandru's neck with a knife.

"Don't move, or I'll cut off the old man's head." The thin man shouted majestically, clearly feeling that he had taken the upper hand.

The thin man was very proud. He doesn't know much about fighting, and although he is basically a strategist, he generally has little chance of being reused under the master who prefers to watch and kill. This time, because the master was called by the master when he was leaving, and only the last time he saw the appearance of the person who injured his master, he asked him to bring someone with him. He feels that this is an opportunity given to him by God, so he must grasp it well and perform well.

"Don't move. As soon as you move this old man's neck, there will be a hole, and the blood will gurgle out, and you think about what it is. Have you ever heard the voice of someone whose throat has been cut? That's not good, especially from your own relatives and friends. Look at this old gentleman, he must not have much blood left at his age. "The thin man described it very forcefully, strengthening the deterrent.

He saw that this opponent did not move, as if he was really pinched to the vital point, so he became even more proud. He was sure of the effects of his usual approach. He has always despised his companions who fought their opponents head-on with brute force, and prided himself on his superior intelligence.

As long as it is a human being, there are relatives, there are friends, there are people who are valued, rather than slashing and killing with people, it is better to easily grasp these weaknesses, and you can immediately make people surrender without blood.

He smirked. This is a classic example of his wisdom overcoming brute force, and it was his wisdom that brought the situation under control in this situation of defeat. He can already imagine how his master will look at him differently and entrust him with important responsibilities after he returns, and then he will be the number one subordinate in the future, a figure at the level of a military advisor. He commanded his companions who were standing there with great majesty: "Go up and cut off his hands and feet first." Remember, you must cut the tendons on the flesh so that he can't move anymore, but don't hurt the important blood vessels, the young master said that he wants to live. He looked at Asa and said, "Don't move, my knife is very fast." ”

Two big men stepped forward and swung their weapons and slashed at Asa's feet. It's all veterans, and they cut straight at the place on his heel.

The screams rang out, and it was the two big men who fell. Asa not only moved, but also moved violently. He suddenly jumped away and stretched out his hand to pull the two big men over, and their weapons slashed at each other's bodies, and then their heads were slammed together, and they collapsed to the ground without moving.

The thin man was frightened and angry, and decided to make a gesture of power, telling the man who ignored his threat that he was not shouting loudly, but that he was indeed ruthless, and slashed the old man in the face with his knife. He had encountered such a situation before, but as long as he cut off the hostage's ears, nose or body a few times, as long as the other party saw the tragic situation of his friends and relatives and heard the screams, he immediately did not dare to resist anymore.

As soon as he raised his hand, he suddenly realized that he couldn't move. The old man's white, wrinkled hand reached out and touched his other hand, and his body seemed to suddenly stiffen like wood.

The old man turned around and sighed a little nostalgically: "It's been a long time since someone else has used a knife against it." Then he stretched out his hand and pulled his fingers away one by one, changed the grip of the knife and pulled his fingers back one by one, pinched his wrist and took his knife and cut it into his face.

Every part of the thin man's body feels normal and clear, and the joints are flexible, but all the muscles are stiff. I watched as the knife sliced through my left cheek, the muscles sliced open under the sharp pain of the blade, blood gushing out of the incision, and then pooling into a small river on the skin and flowing down my jaw. He couldn't even blink his eyes, only tears that flowed out of his wide-open sockets in pain, and then dripped with blood.

The knife slice through the thin man's ear, cutting off almost half of his face. His crotch was already soaked, but he was still in the same posture of raising his hand and waving a knife, and even the remaining half of his face still had the same vicious expression. Sandru was still teaching him like a child: "Look, how good the cutting pattern is, the knife has to be held like this.... Oh, I forgot you can't see .... The next time you take a knife to kill someone, you have to do it, oh, I'm sorry, I forgot again, you don't seem to have a next time...."

A few big men over there had already begun to retreat to the door. Sandru said to the thin man with great emotion, "Why did your companions ignore you and run away by yourself?" That's not going to work, you go and stop them. The white, withered hand effortlessly caught into the thin man's body. It seems that under that hand is not skin and muscles, but just a pile of mud.

The thin man immediately noticed that a very strange sensation was rapidly spreading in his body. To be precise, it's not a feeling, it's a feeling of losing one's feelings. With that hand as the center, all the sensations in the body are rapidly disappearing. He hadn't even had time to think about what was going on, and he couldn't even feel what it was like.

Sandru just threw the thin man's more than 100-pound body and flew straight out and hit the people who wanted to escape, and then exploded, making a 'poof' sound like a fart. Such a small explosion would not be lethal, it would just spill something out of the thin man's body.

What splattered out was not red flesh and entrails, but an unsmelling paste like the sludge that had been accumulated in a stinking gutter for a lifetime. This person who was still alive just now turned out to be rotting in his body for decades in the blink of an eye.

The black paste that burst out of the corpse flew to the big men who wanted to run, and they immediately burst out into a cry drenched in red-hot iron juice and fell to the ground and rolled on the ground. But after only a few screams, he became dumb, and then collapsed there without moving, and the skin of his whole body took on the gray color of pork that had been on it for several days.

Asa stared at the scene in front of him in amazement. He knew early on that Sandru wouldn't need his help, but he really didn't expect it to be like this.

Sandru clapped his hands lightly. His hands were still so white, and the deaths of those people just now did not leave a trace on him. As if he had just gone to the toilet and drank a glass of water, he turned to look at Asa and said, "Do you know that you must have died a few times just now?" ”

Sandru's tone was rarely serious. "I know that killing someone is not an easy task, and it is much harder than the braggingly untouched young men in the tavern brag. I threw up for a day after the first killing, and then I didn't eat for three days. "He is as serious as a responsible teacher teaching his students. "But if you don't want to be killed yet, you have to get used to the feeling of killing. Obviously other people just want your life, and you still mercilessly use the back of the knife to cut it, is it a long life? Let me ask you again, if I really didn't have the ability to resist just now, would you really have any scruples?"

“.... Probably.... Yes...."Asa said honestly.

"And then you're going to wait for someone else to cut off your hands and feet, and then pull you away like a dead pig?"

Asa was silent. These things make sense when you think about them.

Sandru shook his head, as if he wanted to say something but didn't say it, and only dropped a sentence: "You can experience it yourself." Then he walked over to a big man lying on the ground. The big man had his collarbone shattered by the back of Asa's knife and was curled up in a ball and moaning. Sandru bent down and reached out to touch his face, and the big man stopped moaning after letting out a sigh of relief, and his hands and feet, which had been shrunk together, softened. Everyone could see that he was completely relaxed.

Sandru walked to another big man on the ground, and Asa hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Forget it, they are all powerless to resist..."

"Do you remember the owner of the butcher's shop who loves to brag?" asked Sandru. Asa was stunned, he didn't know what Sandru meant by mentioning this at this time.

"One of his daughters was raped last month, and he went to someone to judge him, but he was stabbed in the face and is still lying half-dead at home. Sandru gestured with his hand to his face, exactly where he had cut the thin man just now, and then pointed to the large puddle of black slurry that had exploded. Fragments of bones could be seen in it, and it was completely unrecognizable that the puddle had once been a person. "He did it. These guys seem to be house slaves raised in the mansion of some high-ranking official. I tell you, every one of them does this kind of thing all the time, and there are few people on the street who don't know them and are afraid of them. Do you feel pitiful for them or for those who are bullied by them?"

Asa silently watched as Sandru stepped forward and touched the big men who were lying and moaning on the ground one by one. These sturdy men seemed to be inferior to ants under the old man's hands, and almost all of them died silently.

Sandru walked back and said in that didactic tone, "I'll tell you again, I'll do it even if they didn't deserve to die." ”

"If they are let go, they will go back and tell their master, and then more people will come, even the royal guards, the priests of the church. Am I going to kill them all?, and if there is a person in the School of Magic who can use the dark magic of the Necromantic Guild, and the Bishop is still in contact with this person, what kind of trouble will it be? What do you think should be done?"

Asaac nodded silently, it was indeed difficult to deal with. "So what about now?"

"What is it like now? I don't know anything, but I have been discussing matters with the Bishop this evening, and the Bishop can testify to me. I don't know how these people died here, and I don't know who to pay for breaking my things. ”

Asa was stunned, then nodded. He was speechless.

"Don't be swayed by those simple emotions, think about the consequences of what will happen next, and then do it in the direction that should be done, knowing that the thing around your neck is not for hair growth. You're going to go tomorrow to retrieve the book, and you don't even know if you'll come back alive with the way you are. Sandru's tone of instruction slowly flattened. "A lot of things are uncomfortable at first, but to live in this world you have to practice getting used to it, knowing that the world doesn't revolve around your feelings. ”

Asa sighed, wanting to nod, but also shaking his head.