Magic silk is a good thing, and it's extremely versatile.

Whether it is used to restrict and control opponents, or to control one's own body, leapfrog combat and micro-manipulation, or to control puppets, golems, etc., it can be regarded as handy.

But, it's not without a more crude approach.

The mana affinity with LV4 makes it easier for him to mobilize the magic in the air and quickly restore his mana.

Mana controls LV7, allowing him to cast spells quickly and reduce the consumption of mental power.

If it weren't for the ridiculously expensive prices of some of the mage's related materials and strange objects, Kyle would now be able to build a fairly complete tactical system with the magic thread as the core.

At this stage, Kyle still uses the Magic Silk more as a means of restricting the enemy, but the main reason is that it is "unnecessary".

Yes, not necessarily.

If you can take down the enemy with a single effort, you don't need to do anything extra, you just need to make sure that you can solve the enemy.

"I advise you not to do anything."

Thin threads of magic pierced Tyrant's lips like needles, sewing his mouth together, sealing his cries of fear and pain in his mouth.

Kyle casually tapped the little tail that flicked in front of him, and said, "It's hard to master the power of stepping on an ant without killing him." ”

Bang bang bang ~ A sound of slow footsteps came from outside the trading house.

The one who came was the old butler who had disappeared for a while,

Old White walked up to Kyle and whispered, "My lord, the evidence has been submitted, this is the cloth from the privateers, all of them are here." ”

As he spoke, he handed over a closed tin box.

Kyle took a slight step back, left Tyrant's side, and opened the box to take a look.

A faint smell of blood came out of the box, and the fear in Tyrant's eyes grew stronger as he struggled.

This madman isn't going to just kill the privateer gang he controls, is he?

Crazy, what an unscrupulous madman!

The unprecedented fear made the face of this slave trader, who had been operating in the Black Zone for several years, irrepressibly show a broken look.

A looting group of more than 50 people, this guy really dares to kill!

"It's good, privateer gangs in England don't enjoy humanitarian asylum, I like this rule very much!" Kyle laughs presumptuously, and the 0-ring trick [Mage's Hand] is released.

The generated ghost palm directly took out the blood-stained fabric fragments in the box, and threw it in the direction of the backyard.

The blood-stained fabrics fell one after another, and Kyle looked at the aristocratic middle-aged man who was in the backyard and looked at him with gloomy eyes, and a smile hooked up at the corner of his mouth:

"Ho, let me see who this is, isn't this Baron Bernard? It's really rare to see such a big person here, and I thought about going to your Bernard Chamber of Commerce to have a few looks, but I didn't expect to see you here so soon, it's really ...... It's rare! ”

Baron Bernard, who had been watching quietly in the backyard, struck the ground with his cane and said in a cold voice:

"Succubus blood, superhuman looks, and this arrogant behavior...... It turned out to be Baron Heloise, it was even more arrogant than rumored. ”

"I'm sorry, I haven't been out of the house much in the past few years, which may have given you a strange delusion...... Speaking of which, a few days ago, a group of barbarians mixed into my territory, and it was really scary. ”

Baron Bernard snorted and said dissatisfiedly: "With Baron Heloise's character, he has always been unable to sleep well anywhere, after all, there are few people who can make trouble like you and make trouble in the royal capital."

Oh no, after all, you still have the blood of the Charles family in your body, even if you really provoke something terrible, I think Count Lei Zhe will find a way to fish you out out of love! ”

When Kyle heard this, he clenched his fingers and said with a worried face: "I really can't sleep well during this time, and every day I worry about whether there will be a barbarian, who suddenly jumped in while I was sleeping and broke me into several pieces."

Maybe in a few days, the small newspaper in the royal capital will report a sentence 'A certain border lord died at home, and after many investigations, he was ruled out as killing'! I'm really afraid of death! ”

He wiped the non-existent tears from the corners of his eyes, sighed and said:

"After that incident, I sent a group of Rangers to the Northern Wasteland to escort some goods, but I was attacked by a small tribe.

My men didn't stop and accidentally fought back, and guess what I found at the scene of that little tribe? ”

Baron Bernard's cane tightened his grip a little, and there was almost no change in expression on his face.

Kyle did not care about him at all, walked slowly to him, took off a piece of blood-colored cloth that had fallen on Baron Bernard's shoulder at some point, and said:

"Your son and the caravan have been hijacked by such a small tribe, and there are a lot of supplies from the Bernard Comptoir, or the kind that has erased the trademark, alas, the world is really getting more and more chaotic.

I didn't expect that the Bernard Trading House, which is second to none among the emerging aristocracy, would encounter this kind of thing in a layman's business, which really made me feel a little uneasy.

Lord Bernard, I have sent all the supplies for your children and the Chamber of Commerce to the Council of Nobles, so don't worry.

It's funny to say that the barbarians who attacked me seemed to think that we didn't understand the tribal language, and before we died, they shouted the name of 'chewing bones', which was heard by the students of the monarch of the royal capital.

There happened to be another traveling barbarian in that tribe, and it happened to be called 'Chewing Bone', you listen, coincidence no, this is really a coincidence!

I have told the adults of the Noble Council about this in its entirety, but I don't know what the gentlemen of the Council will think of such a matter at that time. ”

Hey, it's hard, the old man with the face of "I have no melon in the rain" just now has a hard fist!

On the contrary, Kyle only felt that his whole body was transparent, an indescribable happiness, which gave him a sense of comfort in fighting back.

"Hmph, you just rely on Lionheart's bloodline to fool around......" He didn't speak, and walked towards the antechamber on crutches.

Then he saw the dense threads of magic in the front hall, hesitated, and took a step forward.

Suddenly, one of the magic threads snapped, and the brush flew out, splitting the oak front in two.

Baron Bernard's cold sweat fell, snorted twice, and shouted to the stalker in the antechamber: "Useless things, disturbing my interest in broad daylight." ”

Then he turned his head and walked in the direction of the small door in the backyard, perhaps in a hurry, and the sound of the crutches hitting the ground became louder.

Several players had expressions of being happy eating melons, and the indiscriminate little fish were even frantically patting with the system camera there.

Materials, these are all materials!

Nan Ke grabbed a small bench in his hand, standing or sitting, like Tie Hanhan who was at a loss and didn't know what to do when he opened his body.

Sister Astarte, whose mouth was covered in blood and the blood bar was about to empty with the blood loss, grinned.

This little brother Kyle is really annoying when he is angry.

I like it though.

Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on his face.

Since Kyle gave him face like this, he had to return the favor?

So he opened his mouth and said, "Master Kyle......"