"It's not a breach of contract," Don Quixote sighed, "I have sworn to the great goddess Mishra that I will never actively use my soul talent against a female surname. ”

"Why?"

"How long have you known me?" Don Quixote did not answer Diro Beauva's question directly, because he knew very well that this woman was the kind of person who liked to get into the horns of the bull, and if she didn't explain the problem, she would definitely not give up.

"How long?" Diro Beauva looked up and glanced at the magic crystal lamp on the wall, "the end of May, it's the end of July now, about two months, what's the matter?

"Hmm~" Don Quixote, who stretched his waist fiercely, turned his head to look at Diro Beauva, "That means that you have been surrounded by the fluctuations of my soul talent for a month," said Don Quixote and grabbed Diro Beova's left hand very casually, "What do you think in your heart when I do this?"

"Thoughts?" Diro Beauva, who felt the back of his hand gently kneading Don Quixote, frowned slightly, "I don't have any ideas, having three wives can prove that you are a bit lustful in the first place, and there is nothing to be curious about taking advantage of women?"

"Dear Ms. Diro Beauvoir," Don Quixote slightly raised the corners of his mouth, grabbed her hand, put it in front of his mouth, and kissed it gently, of course, because of this tug, it almost made Diro Beauva lose his balance and fall on Don Quixote, so he also got a roll of his eyes, obviously you mean something wrong, but in the end he still didn't say it in words, at most he gave Don Quixote a trace of contempt in his look, "Have you forgotten what you just said?" We've only known each other for two months, and you don't have any other thoughts about other men treating you like this?"

As soon as Don Quixote's words came out, Diro Beauvoir first withdrew his hand with some hesitation, and then 'fell into deep thought', obviously Don Quixote had already reminded her like this, and it was impossible for the god of law, who had been affected by passive talent for a month, not to find out the problem, for a long time, she couldn't help but take two steps back, and looked at Don Quixote with some incredulity, "This goddess Misra is above, this"

"Found out?" Don Quixote put his hands on the back of his head and stared blankly at the ceiling, "Trust between people needs to be established through time and what has been experienced, and a joking action like Fang Cai, if you don't feel disgusted, if I don't take the initiative to pursue you, it will take at least a few years, or even more than ten years, to make this kind of joke." ”

"But," Diro Beauvoir lowered his head, his eyes flashing with a strange light again, "the fluctuations of your soul have shortened this time to a month, or even less, and I don't think I would have been too disgusted by you doing this to me ten days ago, except that a lustful man like you would give people a little headache." ”

"That's right, this is the most terrifying part of my soul fluctuations, even if you knew about its function a month ago, but this month, in fact, you will still unconsciously forget its existence, even if you keep reminding yourself this month that you are studying it, it has no practical effect. ”

"That" Diro Beauvoir's face did not show a trace of fear, or a feeling of fear, as Don Quixote thought, but a more excited feeling, which could not help but make Don Quixote's heart chuckle, he actually forgot that this woman is a law idiot, "If you take the initiative to use this talent, what will be the consequences? Since you have made a vow to the true God, I think you must have used it in the past, to other women?"

"Sort of, in fact, I have only used it once on women, and I will directly let a woman, such as you, become my slave, at my mercy, and will not raise even the slightest bit of resistance. ”

"So you're scared? Afraid that you won't be able to restrain your own **?"

"What do you say?" Don Quixote asked rhetorically, "I'm afraid no man in this world can restrain this **, right, so I made a vow to the true god when I was not crazy, after all, I don't want to turn myself into the public enemy of the entire world of Faeron because of this ability, this ability to make people slaves in a snap of a finger, no less than your talent transformation spells, are all spells that can destroy the balance of the world, in the words of some people, that is, this kind of spell should not exist in the world." ”

"It's a bit scary," Diro Beauva raised a hand and smoothed his hair, "If you are a careerist, you can secretly turn all the female powerhouses in the whole world of Faeron into your own slaves, in this way, I'm afraid the whole world is yours, of course," Speaking of which, Diro Beauva also made a small joke, "and by the way, you have become the enemy of all the men in the whole world, because you have robbed their wives!"

"So, you get the idea," said Don Quixote, glancing at Diro Beauva. Although you are a law idiot, you are not very annoying, although you are a soul mage, and you also have the ability of rational analysis that is rare in the world, as if you are the first person who can detect this kind of soul fluctuation through the change of your attitude, but even if you are, if you are infected by my active talent, it will be impossible to escape the doom, even if I have not sworn an oath, I will not treat a female surname like this, which is against my principles. ”

"That's it" for a long time, Diro Beauva nodded, obviously, as a Dharma god with normal IQ and normal emotional intelligence, no one wants to be a slave of others, even if she is a law idiot, this is also the reason why Don Quixote will explain to this woman in such detail, in the final analysis, he does not hate this woman, or this kind of somewhat simple scientists.

Of course, all this is based on the fact that Don Quixote does not know that the woman in front of him is the high sun god in disguise, "So, can you promise me one thing?"

Say. ”

"If I can successfully crack this fluctuation and find a way to be immune to it, can I take the position of a mage to discuss spells and take the initiative to use your soul fluctuation on me?"

“”

"Giggles~ Just kidding," looking at Don Quixote with a helpless face, it seemed that Fang Cai's words were in vain, Diro Beauva covered his stomach and laughed, "I'm afraid that no one in this world wants to be someone else's slave, my idea is to use this magic array to capture a trace of your soul fluctuation after active activation, and analyze its structure, of course, during the capture period, I will not be in this secret room, after all, it took me so many years to become a law god, but I don't want to be someone else's slave~"

"Goddess Misra is above, you know well," Don Quixote, who was relieved, stopped talking, closed his eyes, and went to play chess with Zhou Gong, although there was definitely no Zhou Gong in the world of Faerun, but he closed his eyes, but he did not find a trace of disappointment in Apollo Ding's eyes, it was obvious that Don Quixote had already said this, and her idea of taking a shortcut was completely blocked.

Necromancers, similar to lichs, are in a sense a creature in pursuit of immortality, but they don't have the courage of a lich, but when they are still alive, they use spells to transform the life force in their bodies into death power, although this will make the body like a dry corpse, but it also avoids the problem of aging, which is the benefit of death power.

Of course, because of this, necromancers, like lichs, have also lost the ability to perceive everything in this world, and they also use psionic energy to analyze this world, and compared to lichs who can disguise themselves in the human world for a long time, necromancers stay away from the human world most of the time, because their appearance cannot enter the human society.

However, having said that, in fact, no matter what form human beings exist in, as long as it wants to live better, it is destined to be unable to leave the large group of society, and the same is true for necromancers, it also needs to buy a lot of things from the human world, the simplest, such as casting materials corpses, especially in the past ten years, after Arthur Pendrey's cremation order was popularized all over the world, the necromancer's spell casting materials have gradually declined, so they have to penetrate deeper into human society to buy corpses, and some other magic materials, of course, for some great necromancersHe could have sent his men to do all this.

Moreover, for various reasons, immortality, revenge, hobbies, etc., when the existence of the necromancer becomes inevitable, the whole world, including the temple, and the forces of various kingdoms, have also secretly reached a tacit understanding, as long as you stay away from human society, and do not do something like Zemas's slaughter of the city, most people will turn a blind eye to you, after all, the necromancer is also the most difficult of all the mages, and there is no need to bother to pay attention to it, which is more famous than the world's strongest necromancer who established an underground city in the extreme south, of course, this strongest is still to be discussedIt's just that it's the more famous one, and people like to give it a name.

Uraspil Harbour, late at night, this city that exudes youthful energy and freedom is not like other cities, it is extremely dark and silent at night, but it is still full of colors, quite a city that never sleeps.

In fact, under Don Quixote's vision, with the efforts of the members of the Six Rings, this city may be the first city with a nightlife in the entire world of Ferron, of course, Don Quixote only wants to use this city as an experiment, for example, he used the special surname of the magic network to establish a power grid covering the entire main city by sitting on a small magic tower, and realized the wireless transmission grid system that the earthlings had been striving for through the magic array.

Of course, there was still a chance for the earth to transmit electricity wirelessly, but unfortunately, the scientist who invented this technology was ostracized and the invention was destroyed, for the simple reason that the scientist found a way to intercept electricity from nature, and even to provide electricity to everyone for free, which was a huge blow to the ruling class, so the selfishness of mankind made this cross-era invention disappear without a trace.

"Smack!" In a hotel room, there is a lamp on the roof, but the light is different from the oil lamp and magic crystal lamp in the past, but it is somewhat similar to the sunlight, which makes people feel inexplicably comfortable, and naturally this is the benefit of the radio network, there are two beds in the room, one of which sits on a woman, but her sitting posture is a little rough, with two bare feet, one foot is still on the thigh, and from time to time she breaks her toes with her hands, of course, the only thing that is a little gratifying is that this woman's feet are very clean, but it will not make outsiders feel how uncomfortable.

"It's a fucking interesting city, with a lot of things I've never seen before, like this electric light overhead," the voice of the unruly female was also quite rough.

The other person in the room did not sit on the bed, but sat on a chair, wearing a wide cloak, even in such a bright light, it seemed impossible to see under the cloak, all that could be seen was a thick black gas, obviously a spell to hide herself, just after the woman finished speaking, a line of light blue flames appeared out of thin air next to the person (a tribute to the skeleton magister), some unknown language.

'Paris, as a girl, you have to learn to be reserved, not to swear, and not to pick your feet'

"I've been fucking growing up in your city of Broken Dead since I was a child, you don't know what kind of environment you have? There are hooligans, ruffians, murderers, fugitives, is there a normal person? It's all luck that my mother survived!"

'Stop'

"Hmph," said the girl, putting her other foot on the bed, rubbing her fingers against the slit in it from time to time, "really, every time I come out with you, it's like being a thief, sneaky, and, are you sure, that Leon Rommel will sell you cornflower oil?"

'I'm not a threat to him, yes, open the window, the house smells of your feet'

"Open the window, don't you know it's cloudy outside today, and the north wind is blowing?" said Paris, who slipped into the covers, "I'm not you, I'm not afraid of the cold." ”

"And," she said, sniffing her feet, "there is no smell at all." ”

'No sense of humor, no intelligence, it's clear I'm not trying to open the window for your feet'

"What's the reason for that?"

'I seem to smell the necromancy, and by the north wind that blows in the night, it seems to be in a further northerly direction' (To be continued.) )