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Thirty, forty, forty-two, the shock came at least a hundred miles away, but the end must have been before the gates of Burgundy.

The Psychic Warlock's gaze drooped slightly, but all his attention was already focused on the shadowless, invisible, spatial tremor. The vibration, which ordinary people could not even perceive, was captured by some special feeling, clearly and unambiguously, sketching a picture of the more ordinary dimension in Edward's mind.

This kind of perception is irrational, the amplitude of the dimensional shock is only about half a breath, and the five senses of human beings may not even be aware of such a thing, let alone judge the number of opponents only from the vibration that is not there, but Edward has done this. The result of the foreknowledge appeared in his mind so naturally, as if it had been carried out hundreds of times, and it was so accurate that even the result was so sure that there was no need to check the result at all.

Of course, in fact, Edward did not know how to calculate this result.

At this time of age, there are a lot of things needed to use long-distance, large-scale teleportation...... Because of some changes in the rules of space, the requirements for accurate positioning and powerful power are becoming more and more stringent, and a little carelessness may mean a huge suicide operation, so except for those real ** masters, there are very few spellcasters who are willing to try this kind of thing, and most people would rather wait for this inexplicable change to pass, or simply use primitive methods to hurry.

At the moment when their minds were wandering, the space travelers were already outlining their bodies by the silver of the astral plane.

As expected, all mage robes.

"I am the head of these mages, and we have been sent to Burgundy to assist Count Edward Vincent. ”

The one who spoke on their behalf was a tall man. Looking to be in his thirties, he looked up, revealing the sickly pale face that mages often have. It's just neatly trimmed, and the short brown whiskers highlight a kind of aristocratic neatness. And noticing that Anna Sui, who came out with two entourages, his expression clearly showed some unhappiness.

Although in Tuminis, the highest status of an official mage is only equivalent to that of a viscount, but even the nobles of the marquis and duke level will not lose their etiquette when facing them, not to mention that there are dozens of people gathered in front of them who are close to or past the existence of ordinary mages?

An earl. Shouldn't we take the lead in welcoming them in such a situation? Even if there is a delay, we should at least show enough respect in a grand procession, right?

But what are these in front of her? The woman in the long black dress was certainly beautiful, but the white pattern of the two sleeves, collar and cuffs was enough to show her status...... Even with those lovely layers of cloth as a decoration. But this woman seems to be difficult to think of anything other than the maid?

"I'm Lord Earl's...... subordinates. I am ordered to receive you. A resting place has been arranged for your Excellencies, and a simple meal has been prepared, so please wait for us to open the gates, if you allow it. The brief words had a commanding tone, and the woman didn't seem to care about the atmosphere at all, even though the mages might have preferred a different way of receiving them.

Is there any other option?

The faces of the angry mages gathered. There was a clamor of discontent between them, but in the end, the cold and hard gate in front of them seemed to be on high order, and the choice they faced was simple.

Or wait here. Or turn around and go back.

But what if you go back?

In the shadows of the city walls, Edward nodded slightly.

It seems that the abilities of these people are indeed good, even the weakest one of them has touched the edge of the five-ring magic net, and it is only one step away from the high-level mage. However, or because of this, some people are also very unfriendly - especially those who don't look that old and those who are good-looking.

In order to curry favor with Edward, Thomas's deputy mentor was really willing to pay his blood.

Of course, this may also be due to his underestimation, thinking that this group of people can play any other role under Edward's hands?

"It's a bit plain......"

"It's just a devil's trick. In contrast to Edward's lavish praise, the lich only made a brief comment in the Whisper of the Heart: "Waste of brains." ”

Edward smiled, and with the help of his divine vision, he could of course see that the purple-red glimmer on the bodies of these guys was the result of the erosion of demonic power. And their abilities must have been forcibly improved with the help of the power of the other world.

Of course, in fact, this kind of thing is just a matter of course, most of the people who can be selected as national mages are ordinary qualifications, and it is difficult to cross the threshold of the five rings in their lifetime, since they know that the road in front of them is no longer passable, then it is natural to find another way.

And such people are undoubtedly the most susceptible to temptation.

However, this world has always been realistic and fair, and if you want to get results, you must pay a price, and pies fall from the sky are common, but removing the trap is wrapped in poison...... And the demon's usual trick is nothing more than the erosion of life, or some other basic needs, in short, if it continues like this, these people can support it for more than ten years at most, and it will usher in an end.

Souls hatch into soul larvae, the demons' favorite nourishment, or they will be a little kind enough to turn a few of them into demons, the weaker ones who trade with demons, and that's probably the result.

"Is there a way to make them mine? I mean, keep the memories, the abilities, but absolutely obey my orders, oh, if you can, if you can, the side effects of those abilities can be as low as possible?" asked the Psychic as he watched the group walk through the gates, and the answer he received was one of deep disdain from Katzeyek.

"Who do you think I am?"

"How long?"

"Everybody, about six days. Give me a large enough space, with Mithril and water. One hourglass time a day, and to make it clear first, even the most perfect technique cannot guarantee that there will be no failure, and one out of ten may fail. ”

"Just do your best. ”

The gates of Burgundy slowly opened. Dozens of grumbling mages were welcomed into the city, the poor people did not know their fate, they had already been doomed by a few short conversations, and in fact there was nothing else on their minds at the moment - through the city's wide gates, the wide, four-carriage parallel street separated the brightly lit houses on either side, and the tall mage tower occupied the center of all sight.

In the deep blue sky, the stars are slowly lighting up, but the existence of that tower seems to absorb the light around it. It is indescribably deep, neither the stars in the sky nor the fires in the towns on the ground can illuminate it, and only in the senses of the casters can they see the colorful colors - powerful magic constructs indescribable fine textures. Colorful enveloped in every inch of the tower, though with the city of Romante. Towering towers and even illusionary towers can't be compared. But the feeling of being there, and the magic net twisted in the luster, made the surging magic seem to be able to follow the line of sight and send it into the hearts of everyone who observed, making them forget to move forward for a moment, and even involuntarily hold their breath.

After stagnation. It was a cacophony of shock, but the procession soon fell silent—before they arrived, the leaders of the upper echelons had already sent a letter to give them a general idea of the city's masters. At least I know that the guy with the title of ** apprentice is definitely not an ordinary person......

However, it seems that today is destined to be a day of subversion of common sense for these mages, because the maid-like guide did not lead them straight to the gate of the tower, but walked directly into a small fortress not far beyond the gate.

Walk through a narrow door and slowly descend down a spiral staircase. The dim light on both sides reflected everyone's pale faces, the messy footsteps became more and more empty as the stairs extended, and the passage that constantly spiraled down seemed endless for a while, and the incomprehensible prospect made the mages finally can't help but start whispering, guessing their upcoming fate.

Are they going to play with the disgusting demonstrations of the aristocracy, and first get some scraps, cell meadows and the like to kill their own people?

The conjectures of a few mages from minor nobles are undoubtedly quite creative, although under normal circumstances, even the most arrogant and stupid nobles of the real kind would not be able to deal with a spellcaster in such a foolish way, but who knows? The apprentice of the master only took a few months, and for such an indescribable tyrant, how could his mentality be speculated under normal circumstances?

Fortunately, these absurd speculations soon turned into delusions, and the long spiral staircase came to an end, and a wide and indescribable space was presented to everyone, thirty-six rough pillars supported the huge hall covering an area of nearly five hundred feet, and the dim brightness of the dancing light technique could not even illuminate the ceiling overhead, but the guide in the maid's costume did not seem to have any intention of stopping, leading the team through the wide space, pointing to a large row of doors on either side of a walkway comparable to that of an ordinary castle hall.

"This is your future residence, next, we will provide you with water and food regularly, this is your usual activity area, every ten days, you have one day of free time to use, the rest of the time you just have to complete the lord's character here, and according to the lord's will, here you need a teleportation circle to the city for you to use, this is your first task, the materials will be sent early tomorrow morning, after the completion you can get the contribution points calculated according to the amount of effort, which can be used to exchange for more things, and the more talented people who contribute, also have access to higher secrets and materials. ”

The 'maid' turned around in one breath, ignoring the strange expressions of the mages' wide eyes and walking towards the stairs, but then stopped as if she remembered something:

"By the way, don't wander around, you can wander around the city on rest days, but if you don't get a chance to wander around, the lord will give you a chance to fight a spell duel alone...... I've heard that the national mages are all empirical experts, so I guess some of you might not mind testing your lord's abilities yourself?"

The woman's voice was clear and tactful. But some of the meanings in the words made the mages feel cold - according to recent rumors, it seems that the lord has just successfully killed the imperial ** master Tesla in the war on the border of the empire, even if there are too many uncertain parts of this legend, but at this moment, no one seems to want to try to challenge.

However, when the strange maid disappeared in a burst of teleportation, everyone's feelings suddenly became active, and their respective rooms were quickly explored, and the room with only a bed, a table, a chair, and a bookshelf, ten feet square, would certainly not satisfy the curiosity of a mage. After confirming that there was no magic in the empty hall that was not monitored in the slightest, someone immediately became unscrupulous.

"Damn it...... Are we going to stay in this place where we don't even have a lamp for the rest of our lives? We're mages, not for that damn ...... Fellows are slaves!" scolded a younger fellow, and received a few responses at once: "What is this? Let a maid greet us? How much wear and tear will be caused by making a circle?" "And, where's our dinner?"

"There's really nothing remarkable about a maid. But when she was there. Why doesn't this Master Mage speak?"

A discordant note sounded in the crowd, and the irony in it caused everyone to turn their eyes and stare at the mage with a handsome face, who didn't seem to have any sense of offense: "If you're not satisfied, go to him now?"

"Bastard...... Do you think I wouldn't dare?" The guy who was exposed by a word obviously couldn't bear this vitriol, and immediately jumped up. But the handsome mage didn't answer, just looked at him with a smile on his face until his face turned red. Finally turned around and walked towards the spiral staircase on the other side of the hall.

And everyone followed the unexplained angry fellow with their eyes to the edge of the spiral staircase, and watched him walk up the stairs step by step.

One step at a time, one step at a time, three steps at a time, it didn't seem to see anything strange, but just as everyone relaxed and thought that a qiē was nothing more than a bluff performance, the unlucky guy suddenly made a half-noise.

It's just half a voice, like half of your words.

Then there was a long silence, and the dim light dance illuminated the pale faces of the mages, and where their lines of sight met, the hapless 'Herald' was already suspended in the air—a circle of brown, octopus-like tentacles around his head, hanging him in the air like a turnip, unable to break free even if he grabbed and tore it with both hands, and the next moment his figure had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint red light in everyone's eyes,

It's like a jumping sight

——

Wait a minute

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After going around and returning to the Mage Tower, there was silence in his own room on the top floor, and Miss Half-Elf and Miss Drow were about to start preparing for their gods' festival and leave, but as soon as they stepped into the room, a golden figure swooped up, with a hot tongue,

"Meow ......"

"Aren't you going to sleep, put on your robes......" Edward

"I can't sleep meow, it's so boring, you play meow with me...... Meow ha, your face is ridiculous. Don't meow, that thing is so heavy, and it stinks, there's a strand of it."

The soft golden hair on the girl's body has gradually faded, revealing a large area of skin under the neck, and the smooth skin of light brown shimmers softly in the moonlight, and there is no trace of hair that has ever grown. Edward couldn't help but reach out and caress it, and then the delicate touch made him sigh in his heart for the wonder of magic - although Cecilia inherited the blood of the so-called barbarian, she was far from the fierce man-like existence of hormonal imbalance...... The body is tall and well-proportioned at most, and there is no hair regeneration, if there are more rough pores because of beasthood, then it is really a tyrannical thing.

"Meow Meow...... It's so itchy...... Still, it's a comfortable meow. Touch the meow again......"

Edward couldn't help but smile, and gently stirred the big cat's chin with his fingers, so the cat raised its neck, narrowed its beautiful golden eyes, and rubbed Edward's face with its cheeks, this action made her almost completely pounce on the man, the soft and plump chest was against him, and the faint fragrance emanated, lingering on the end of the man's nose.

"It's nothing, meow, I should remember all the meows, the people in the family, and the magic meows, all remember...... Well, I still remember the thing about that mentor. ”

"Marilyn, what do you remember about her?"

"Well, it's a little vague, she said she gave me a very interesting thing, meow, I tried it, it's very interesting, I can destroy some low-level magic items......"-

(To be continued......)