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"Hahaha...... Just a good-natured little joke, come on, come on, and if you don't mind, please have lunch with me...... It doesn't matter, eat some more, even if it's not a particularly good thing."

Daemon Ron Blackhawk nodded in confusion, he didn't know how he had sat down at the long table, and how he had taken a piece of bread with hot sausages like a puppet.

These fluffy pasta dishes are sandwiched with meaty grilled sausages, which are soft and palatable, especially the spices that exude a little bit of pungent spiciness, just the right amount of sweetness and mellowness to be stilted to the highest level. Or even Duke Blackhawk, well, or even the man on the High Throne may not be able to enjoy this delicacy very often.

But at this moment, the young nobleman was just biting on the thing, no different from chewing on a piece of wood......

The other party's relaxed opening sentence was like a thunderbolt, turning everything in his mind into a mess, and when the surprise receded slightly, the space in his mind was filled with all kinds of speculations and thoughts, so that the rumbling chaos in his self-proclaimed sensitive mind even forgot about the superficial cover-up.

As for the original self-conscious and meticulous plan, two or three secret visits to Guò, to bring him closer, and then slowly elevate this relationship to the point of accomplice, and then encourage him to be the main force...... It is not easy to rely on his strength, but it is by no means difficult, after all, he can give him a lot of things, reduce the pressure, and the wealth can even be one or two cities......

All of this has become a dreamy blister in thought.

He knew everything, his purpose. The steps he had drawn up, the chips in his hands, he knew he wanted to do it at the emptiest moment of the Blackhawk family, and to do so he had to divert the knights of the family's guard, and he knew that he wanted to use the least amount of bloodshed. to get the most out of it, and therefore with the help of his hand?

What else?

As a nobleman, Daemon Long Blackhawk knew enough about mages that he had heard that in front of the top mages, no one had secrets, and their most secret inner activities would be revealed to each other's eyes. No idea escapes the prying eyes of magic.

But he always thought it was just a legend, or a miracle that would never appear in front of him.

Could it be that now, this miracle has really appeared in front of my eyes?

"I may assume that you like this grilled steak? My servants measure you by the standards of ordinary people, and if it doesn't satisfy your appetite, or can we bake some more?"

The man's words in his ear finally woke up the thoughtful young nobleman suddenly. "Oh no. He said, "No, I'm just distracted." You have a lot of food here. Rich, I haven't tasted such a delicacy for a long time, even at a couple of dinners of His Majesty's Majesty. ”

"Oh,"

The ghostly expression seemed to please the young lord, and he laughed. "Or maybe you're not used to talking about business at the dinner table, but in my hometown it's a tradition, and I actually like it personally, because a good meal at least relaxes the mind. If the estrangement is removed, it will be easier for each other's opinions to be accepted. ”

"Business...... This ......"

Waujin is on top. Dimon didn't want to relax at all.

In fact, young Blackhawk was trying his best to tense his mind, knowing that it would make those enchantments less effective, and that it would be difficult for magic to extract what it needed with the help of his mental concentration—a method that one of his mage subordinates had told him of, though he hadn't practiced much since he had been given certain items that provided magical defense. In fact, if the opponent could break through the spiritual barrier of the ornament on his body, then even a true mage would not be able to compete with him.

"Well, you say that you are not for business, then I must ask what it is that has brought your Excellency to my small territory at a time when the situation on the front line is still uncertain, and what advice is there for you? If you are simply interested in food, I cannot but admire your elegance. ”

"Ah, you're laughing. I was just...... Well, I just need to ask you first, what do you think of us, of the Blackhawk family?"

The young nobleman tugged at the corners of his lips and smiled a little like crying.

No, it can't be, he's just a young mage apprentice, he can't have that much power.

Rational thinking gradually raised its head in his heart - yes, yes, he must have relied on the power of some magic prop to have some of his own intentions, but even if his goal was already known to him, it didn't necessarily matter, maybe it could make this round of negotiations easier.

All he had to do was make him understand that this was a decision that was more beneficial to him.

"No, no, no, Lord Damon, I think you are misunderstood, I probably said, I don't have any 'ideas' about your family domain, the affairs of the neighborhoods have nothing to do with me, I am just a magician, I like to live quietly, of course if you can, or you can also be a businessman. ”

The Psychic Warlock laughed, subtly misinterpreting his meaning, without waiting for the other party's freshly rejuvenated face to collapse again, he had

"Please don't worry, the people who can be here are all people close to me, um, so please let me guess what you mean? There seem to be some people in your family who don't agree with you, don't they? Haha, yes, humans are such strange creatures, in fact, if you communicate well, anything can be easily solved, but some people ...... Well, for some of the more stubborn shaves, my recommendation is this cute gadget. I call it 'Broadsword'. ”

Dimon blinked, not knowing how to answer his question for a moment, only to watch him pull something out of his arms.

To be honest, it didn't seem to be the same as the broadsword in my impression - it wasn't a sword at all, just a small piece of metal. It's about an inch thick. Six or seven inches wide, a foot long, with some curvy arcs. It was as inconspicuous as the heavy armor on a hoplite armor skirt.

For a moment the young Blackhawk wondered if he had taken something wrong, but the next, with the finger of the opposite deftly swiped downward. A few pieces of metal were plucked off the edge of the metal and propped up on the table like a table leg.

"Well, please don't underestimate this little thing, it's small in size, but it's very lethal, and it uses mixed potions. Fifty millimeter steel balls can cover a semicircle within a hundred feet, with a large diffusion area, but the recoil is extremely low, and it will not lose its target due to rolling, and the most interesting thing is that the bracket of this corner can be adjusted high and low angles. Of course, I personally recommend strapping it around the arm, it looks a bit like an outdated armour but it works well. ”

"Is that okay?"

"Of course, please, as long as you don't touch that little metal ring. ”

On one side of the metal block, the enemy-facing handwriting made Damon's eyes narrow, but the scathing appearance prevented him from looking further. As he picked it up, he noticed that it should be a box, otherwise it wouldn't be so light, but there seemed to be something installed inside, and there was a small rattle: "What kind of role can this thing do?" The young nobleman reached out and took out a turquoise gem from his bosom and put it in front of him, but the iron in the gem was still black and inconspicuous, so he had to turn his gaze to the man in confusion.

"Uh, of course. Like his name, it's a weapon, but, of course, it's not as durable as the real broadsword. This is a one-off. The Psychic Warlock shook his head, "It doesn't seem to be clear in words. All right. ”

Daemon Blayhawk, who couldn't figure out what was going on, blinked, and noticed that in an instant, he had arrived in an unfamiliar space with his seat—

A large, empty hall.

Just when the young nobleman realized that he had experienced a short teleportation, but before he could sigh, the floor of the hall in front of him had already risen with a slight tremor, and it had become a wall more than ten feet high. The master beside him reached out and pointed, motioning for him to place his object on the edge of the wall.

"Put the side that says outward and aim it at the stone wall, okay, the iron spikes on the bracket can be nailed to the ground, well, just stick it hard, generally this action is called 'Broadsword', okay, when it's firm, please pull the ring out, okay, then you can take that rope back here and pull it again." ”

The roaring sound almost made the young nobleman who had inexplicably made a series of moves jump high on the spot!

The strange smoke that burst out of the air had a certain irritating smell that made the nose itch, but the young nobleman just stared at the wall in front of him, his throat sliding and cooing softly, and for a moment he could not even say anything.

In his sight, the stone walls were now pitted, densely covered with small holes half an inch deep, spread unevenly over a radius of about fifty feet, and now that the last bit of smoke had cleared, Daemon could already notice that each cave was inlaid with a metal bead the size of a small fingernail.

They are the ones who make those little caves.

Broadsword? It's a very inexact name, if he were to name it, or hail, or hornet, or raindrops, or whatever, it would be much better than that.

But dwelling on the name made no sense, and Dimon didn't even need to use his brain to know what it was for......

The power of this thing may not be called strong - it is a bit similar to the most basic spells, and even the magic missile rods sold on the market can smash a fist-sized cavern on this stone wall more than one time deep, but even if the magic missile is fired continuously, it can only be fired by five or six, even if it is a more advanced missile storm, it is only more than twenty, and now the wall in front of him is at least densely lined with more than a hundred small holes.

Those metal balls are supposed to be used to attack, and the impact that the shield can have is probably limited, and the protective arrows can't stop this dense attack at all...... Wait, and most importantly, this is a magic item? How could it be? Although the True Gem in his hand is not a rare magic item, it has never been wrong to detect the magic glow!

"Such an effect. Are you satisfied?"

"What? This ......"

The young nobleman's eyes flickered, and almost instantaneously he thought about what this weapon was for.

The flight of the arrow is always a little moderate, and it is easy for a person with good force to dodge. But if it's this thing – it's been designed from the beginning with 'no way to avoid the opponent and no escape' as a function. If in an area where magic cannot be used, a person who is not wearing armor is surrounded by these things and explodes at the same time......

Dimon couldn't have imagined. What other end does that person have than death, or the difference is that he becomes a meat sauce or a lump of meat?

It is impossible for a human, even a Juggernaut, to train their bodies harder than stones, and their tense muscles may be able to withstand a sword swing or two, but when they are caught off guard. Even a single arrow can pierce their skin, and the Juggernauts, who were consumed to death by hordes of knights on the battlefield, accounted for a quarter of the total number of Juggernaut's deaths.

And most importantly, it's a non-magical item, even if you look at it with real eyes. There is no trace of magic to be found, and it is perfect for self-defense or attack, as long as it is combined with an anti-magic force field, even if you want to deal with a mage.

This...... It's a devil's creation.

"Oh, of course, you may not be dealing with a single prey, but it's simple. Can I give you more, twenty or a good idea? I have exactly a little bit of this stuff in stock. How about it, in terms of price, as an old friend, it is naturally negotiable-

Wait a minute –

He saw far farther than those people, Blackhawk could not touch the future in this small country, small territory, and the interests of the family could only be higher reflected in the war with the empire, and at the same time could be exchanged for more. As long as he can replace that short-sighted old guy, Blayhawk will definitely create unprecedented glory.

- He made the worst decision of his life.

He shouldn't have been so reckless at all, coming to that person, although he had known it since he was a child. The magician may be a group of people who can do anything, but apparently there are certain circumstances that prevent him from thinking rationally about the problem

With a slight wave, a large teatray containing a teapot, milk cup, sugar pot, and two teacups appeared on the small round table.

The girls in the audience exchanged glances, and they all saw a trace of pity in each other's eyes...... Some of the habits of the lord here are not very difficult to guess, at least when he claims that he has no interest in something, those words must not be believed - and the idiot in front of him is obviously the victim of this time, I am afraid that he will be sold, and he will have to help Edward count the money.

Of course, these thoughts were also captured by the psychic warlock's "detection thoughts", "Three conscienceless little girls! wait for this guy to go and see how I clean you up!" he turned his head over the cover of the wine glass, and threatened in the words of the heart, but only received three different postures, flower-like smiles.

The unrestrained black rose, the grace of the lily, and the beauty of the lily of the valley...... It's kind of pleasing to the eye, if they're not mocking...... Well, even with the mask on her face, I could tell you were mocking!

It's a pity that the young Blackhawk doesn't have the skills of a psychic mancer, he is completely under the control of the moment

An anti-magic field in the form of an explosion can solve most of the defensive magic, and with the effect of this thing, it is actually very simple to use it to implement your idea......

Myself

If he wishes, he can read his thoughts and control his words and deeds lightly.

He just never did—and Damon Ron Blackhawk had no doubt about it now: after the present meeting, he finally knew what he had deliberately ignored for so long.

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Why is he afraid of him, even he himself does not fully understand. All I know is that it's scary to look him in the eye, and that he looks away makes me feel like I'm not dying. (To be continued.) Please search for Astronomy, novels are better and faster!