In the middle of the night, the town of Kebe, which had fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened, and two long dragons of torches poked their heads out from the direction of the castle and stretched all the way to the south to guard the castle. Guards wearing cuirasses, cloaks and shields with the insignia of the lord slammed their fists on the door. Inside the door, the dwarf Jag shouted, "Coming, coming, I'm going to open the door." The soldier who led the group waved his hand and let the long line of torches surround the entire inn.

The dwarf was dressed in pajamas, with a wide, ridiculously pointed nightcap on his head, and an oil lamp in his hand: "My lord, what can I do for you?"

"Are the five men from the north still there?"

"Of course, they were still resting in the room and never left. The gnome opened the door and let the guards rush in: "They are in the third and fourth rooms to the right of the stairs on the second floor. ”

"Your service is very good, His Royal Highness the Duke is very satisfied, and the comrades-in-arms of the Solidarity Association thank you for your dedication. The soldier kept his hand on the hilt of his sword as he spoke, his eyes scanning the lobby on the first floor. "It's a wise choice to report them, their leader, the white-haired Jay, has just been arrested for assaulting Lord Lord. ”

"I knew they weren't good. The gnome nodded: "I can smell the stench on them, it is the smell of robbers who are forgetful and unidealistic." Your Excellency is safe and sound, right?"

"The lord has led the Unity Council to defeat the enemy, and the villains have been imprisoned, and the trial will soon begin. The soldier said, "Because you have made a distinction with those thugs, you can continue to manage the South Sea Watch Castle as one of the strong bulwarks of the Solidarity Society." ”

"It's my pleasure. Dwarf Jag said.

There was a thumping sound from upstairs. In a few moments, two soldiers ran down the stairs. "Lord Viscount. The room was empty, there was no one left, and their stuff was gone. ”

"What?" the captain looked at the dwarf, who quickly waved his hand, looking more surprised than anyone else: "It's impossible, they fell asleep in the room, and I checked when I brought them hot water, and they have nowhere to escape?"

"Look under the window. Are there any footprints!"

After a while, the soldiers reported back one after another, and no footprints were found around the inn. The five of them disappeared into thin air as if with a pop, and no one knew where they had gone. Even if the guards brought the hounds, they could only smell the kitchen sausages, and could not find the priests, gnomes, and girls. Only Jagger stumbles upon a note while counting the storeroom.

"I'll take your three rabbits, and I'll come back and give you the money—Thor. ”

"Mobilize all the people of the Solidarity Association, and be sure to find them!"

Yao and the others will not sit idly by, and Siegel's subpoena warns them and allows the plan to get running. Siegel trusts his companions and friends. But we don't put all our hopes on others. He talks to Reese, leading him to tell more of the inside story. While continuing to observe the magic scroll in front of him.

"Can you give me some water, Master Reese. Siegel dangled his chain, almost causing Reese, who was writing, to misdraw a crucial line—what a pity, Siegel thought to himself, how good it would be to make a mistake. "I've had a dry mouth for a long time. I'm not one of your plans, is it?"

Reese carefully inserted the quill back into the inkwell, then stood up. I first went to observe the brewing of the potion, and then brought a skin bag. When opened, the aroma of ale is revealed. Siegel gulped as if this was the last time he would be able to taste the liquid.

"Don't be in a hurry, you still have a lot of time. Reese said, "I'll give you something to eat and drink to keep your body in the best shape for the template's mission, but you don't need to be very sane, I should have some sleeping grass for you." ”

"If I take the Sleeping Grass, how can I point out the deficiencies in my spells?" Siegel smiled, "So far, I've found three areas where I can improve, and I'm not far from five. ”

Reece pinched his cheek, stared him in the eye, and said viciously, "Don't try to fool me, you bastard. How can my magic be so easy that you can see through it?"

"I don't need to see through it, I just point you out the shortcomings, there is a difference between the two. Siegel's eyes were filled with smiles: "It's your own business to improve your spells so that you can get the highest honor and surpass those clever mages." ”

"That's sooner or later!"

"So please let me see the next scroll, I'll be able to make five of them. Siegel looked confident, but Reece was stunned for a moment.

He was skeptical, but opened the scroll to show him, and returned to his seat to continue drawing the magic circle. From time to time, Reece looked up at the prisoner's expression and guessed what was going on in his head. As a result, there was an error in drawing the runes, and the magic scroll had to be remade.

This again bought Siegel time.

The wound on the back caused by the obsidian dagger constantly felt sore and itchy. Since the medicine to stop the bleeding has been used, the wound is trying to heal. Siegel's physical recovery is much higher than that of ordinary humans, and for more than half a day, only shallow scars are left in the places where Reese was poked with a knife, and only the knife wound on the back has not progressed.

Siegel looked at the scroll in front of him while keeping an eye out of the corner of his eye on Reese's side. Once he noticed that Reece was preoccupied with the task in front of him and ignored him, he began to twist the muscles of his shoulders and back, rubbing the dagger and letting it move slowly. Since the dagger is so sharp, each friction creates a new wound. Blood soaked the black hilt again and again, and new wounds continued to extend downward. The hilt of the knife, which was originally pointing to the sky, began to droop under Siegel's efforts, and perhaps with effort, it would slide through the wound and free Siegel from the seal of the forbidden demon.

Reece would sometimes come to check on Siegel's physical condition, which was the most dangerous time. Siegel needs to distract him so that he doesn't notice the change in the dagger behind his back.

It's best to have some insights about magic, especially when it comes to Mastic Soldier spells. Siegel himself is a master at making elemental warriors, so he can always ask the most appropriate questions. It can show that you have a certain level. It's just enough to scratch Reese's itch. He can proudly display his profound knowledge of magic. Siegel is a powerful mage, but when he wants to, he can also be the kind of student that the teacher likes the most.

Time passed minute by minute, Reece had no intention of resting at all, and Siegel hurried to the moment. His back was already blurred with blood, and he had to pause his actions until everything solidified for fear of dripping it on the ground and drawing Reese's attention.

It hurts to be poked with a knife. It is more uncomfortable for the knife to remain in the body, but the most unbearable thing is to keep cutting your own flesh and skin. Siegel twisted his muscles and created new wounds at least five hundred times. Each time it is small, but it does not diminish the level of pain at all.

He was feeling very tired right now, but he was trying to support himself mentally. Constant blood loss, no eating, and just a few sips of ale wine also aggravated the level of fatigue. At this point, Reese stood up, his magic scroll finally finished, and the potion was almost ready.

He also needs to buy time, and it would be better to get Reece to rest. This gives you a few more hours to be alone. "Why do you need to find a warrior template?" Siegel asked, "Couldn't the Assassins of the God of Murder be a template? ”

"You're better as a template than those assassins. Reece replied.

"What if it weren't for me? Would you just watch that idiot use the rigid castle head as a template. Using that kind of inferior martial arts to limit the ability of the clay warriors? I think there's something wrong with that. ”

"I am truly impressed by your observation. Reese said: "I've always had that thought. Even if you don't use the assassins on the mission, it's better to leave the injured ones to me. As a result, they were all carried away, taken to training and recuperation, and slipped through my fingers. It's a pity, what a good experimental material it was!"

A place for training and recuperation, what is that? When Siegel heard this, his mind seemed to suddenly light up, and countless new ideas were quickly generated. Perhaps Janet was taken away from these people, and the thought came to her mind like a tree that took root and stood firmly in the soil of thought. It must be so, the first thing Janet does when she wakes up is to pretend to be a wounded person so that she can observe and adapt to the new environment, which is what she does best: disguise. This explanation is the most plausible and in line with Siegel's wishes.

But how can further information be obtained? Direct questioning will certainly be alarming, and the only way to do so is to do so.

"It's not to blame anyone else, it's just that your spells aren't good enough. If you have been able to use the Mastic Stencil technique from other races, you can catch some elves. They have lived for thousands of years, and the martial arts on their bodies are more suitable for making clay warriors. In that case, the attack on the Elven Forest would have brought back a large group of test materials, not the wounded. ”

"You're right, but I don't like how smart you're doing. Reese raised his hand and slapped the corner of Siegel's mouth with a snap, but the beaten man laughed inwardly. "It's a waste of time for those low-numbered guys to cultivate slowly, how can I have a fast molding speed for my cement warriors!"

"Yes, but if you don't improve, the Mastic Warriors will never be able to beat the Elemental Cluster. Siegel licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his teeth shaking from the whipped just now. It seems that Reese's patience is also reaching its limit, and the biggest possibility is that fatigue has led to a decrease in emotional control. After all, he is older, and Siegel is physically better than him even if he is injured.

"I think you'll be able to come up with better suggestions for improvement after a template trial. As soon as Reese finished speaking, he yawned. He tugged at Siegel's chains, still sturdy, and he prepared to take a look at the obsidian dagger.

"Actually, I've already thought of six things that can be improved, why don't we talk about it now?" Siegel said quickly, stopping Reese with this sentence. "If you finish it sooner, you can fulfill the bet and let me go, won't you?"

Reece laughed twice, stepped away from Siegel, snuffed out the candle with his fingers, and said, "Don't worry, after a round of spells, wouldn't it be better if you could tell me more personal feelings." ”

He turned away and walked towards the break room. (To be continued.) )

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