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Well, it's good to finish

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"It's a nuisance. (The text was first published in the Cabinet biquge.info)"

Edward threw down the charcoal in his hand, muttered to himself, and stood up.

On the large stone table, scattered are more than a dozen pieces of parchment, all of which are the largest types of whole lambskin, and are full of circles of fine textures and subtle words.

Or, having a high-ranking teacher is a unique advantage in itself.

Edward only opened his mouth to say a few words about the circle, and the old fellow threw him a pile of blueprints.

However, the fact that the drawings are in hand does not mean that they will be completed in a timely manner. Edward only glanced at it, and was overshadowed by the array of emeralds, opals, warm crystals, brilliant black tourmalines, and crimson tears...... It was dazzling, not to mention that the amount of Mithril and Gold was marked on it, all in pounds.

Well, for the people's livelihood problems in the city, the Lino Bili family should buy him some pockets, but as for the construction of the mage tower, he has to find a way to be self-sufficient, but this kind of thing is actually almost a bottomless pit that cannot be filled, and the magic materials used in various protective circles, as well as the labor used in the drawing, are incalculable amounts of money,

Of course, Edward still has a little money now.

To be precise, he is a standard landlord.

The source of the power of the two Isgandar allowed him to extort at least more than one million platinum coins worth of things, although most of them were raw materials such as dragon skins, but it was these things that the market among magicians was simply unlimited.

But the problem now is that although the construction of the circle requires money, it does not need money to make it happen, otherwise the continent would have been occupied by those bourgeoisie long ago. What else is the caster going to do?

Now, the few slightly reliable spellcasters that Edward had on hand were all priests of the Dark Lady, and while they were good, they still couldn't cover all the problems - especially the tower's protective spells. Edward couldn't have given it to them.

He could allow these fellows to have a place in his city, but that didn't mean he could safely leave his back to the servants of these gods to guard over it.

"The best means. It's better to have a core that can gather and convert energy...... Turning that earth creature into the main body of the Mage Tower is not only a powerful protective weapon, but also has an intelligent ......"

He muttered to himself, then shook his head again.

From some of the information he consulted. This kind of energy core that can connect to the magic net and draw infinite power from it, but there are very few things, and it seems that the few remaining in the world are all ancient magic kingdoms. The relics of the Arcanists, now, the relevant methods of making zuò have long been lost...... In fact, even if it is not lost, the materials involved are not the amount that he, a small nouveau riche, can muster.

Of course, once this kind of thing is gathered and manufactured, then it is equivalent to being developed...... Relying on that endless energy, even an ordinary mage. It can also be defeated by thousands of armies.

It is better to retreat and close the net...... At this stage, there is only one way to settle for the next best thing.

Or build a kind of one. However, the large magic circle with relatively weakened ability can absorb energy from the earth elemental realm, otherwise, it can only let the earth elemental creatures themselves go deep into the ground and recharge them at one time.

But then you can only use a little less. There is too much loss of strength.

"That guy is also a proper fighter, if he can do what he says. If you are at your strongest......" Edward paced slowly to the window, "I remember that guy used to say that." She can return Elena to me after a certain amount of time...... That is, it is still possible for her to guarantee the integrity of her soul. ”

"What? are you already trying to back down? poor fellow. The Spirit Crystal Servant obviously didn't know what comfort was at all: "As far as I know, these so-called celestial creatures are actually as good at deception as the devil, but their deception is often more hidden, besides, how do you know that he won't create a soul to give to you when the time comes? Anyway, as long as you have the same memory, you can't tell if it's the original one?"

The sound of Yang's music came faintly from the window,

This is a small room at the top of the tower, but it has the widest view of the entire tower and transparent lighting, the six window lattices and arches that surround the ceiling and the walls allow light to enter the whole space at any time of the day, and the breeze on the tower drives away the heat brought by the sun, so that the temperature is just right, and a few steps can overlook the scenery of the whole territory.

The first batch of half-elf immigrants had arrived, and although they looked just as poor, they were clearly more energetic than the ones in the territory, and although they had just unloaded the contents of the cart, they had already begun to enter a new round of busyness.

In the low music, the civil engineering on the ground is constantly beating, building the prototype of a piece of house, which is the effect of the civil lyre, as long as it is played repeatedly according to the score inscribed on it, it can exert the architectural ability of a hundred people, and for the half-elves who have inherited part of the elven blood, there is no shortage of superb musicians. So it's only a few hourglass hours, and patches of wooden longhouses have been built in the territory.

Of course, this kind of thing is not a panacea, it can only be used for construction, and the materials must be brought by yourself. There are a lot of miscellaneous forests around this territory, and there is no shortage of wood, but the wood used to build houses not only needs to be cut down and dragged back, but also has to go through a series of treatments such as fire before it can be used.

In fact, there are a lot of things in a territory, and the food, clothing, shelter and transportation of 2,000 people is already a big problem, and within this year, new farmland may be reclaimed here, but it is impossible for more grain to be planted, so at least tens of thousands of bushels of grain and wheat seeds must be procured......

But at least, they've got their hopes, and after this year, it's bound to be more and more prosperous, right?

So, where is your hope?

Looking at the railing, Edward couldn't help but sigh.

"Between the fourth and fifth levels of psionic energy, how tall is the so-called barrier?" he muttered to himself.

"This is the sixteenth time you've asked me this boring question......! Accumulation, use, and eventual breakthrough, but psionic energy is not the same as magic. It's not quantifiable, and it can't grow constantly, even if it's a psionic monster, in a normal way. In adulthood, if you want to seek a breakthrough, you will have to go through different trials, and you should understand that. Trials are so important to the exercise of the mind. ”

The Spirit Crystal Servant spoke again and sneered, "Well, or, you should let that old man have a few duels with you,"

"There you have it. If I don't use the royal power, he can crush me with a single finger, and if I use the royal power, what freedom do I have?"

Back in the large chair, Edward leaned back, and although it was made of stone, he had a thick layer of camel hair upholstery on it, and it was quite comfortable to sit on. Just after a long period of thinking and researching. The mind is a little drowsy.

In fact, it is said that even if it is a spell. The threshold of the five rings between the high and low levels is also extremely difficult to cross, and many mages with good talent when they are young will be stuck on this threshold and will not be able to advance an inch for the rest of their lives. Thinking about it this way, psionic energy, which relies more on talent, is obviously more difficult to penetrate.

Something that can only rely on chance. Some can't be relied on.

So, what about spells?

Psychic Warlock's terrible perception of the web. It doesn't seem to have any heavy development with the improvement of spiritual power, after losing a part of the royal power. It seems that it has weakened somewhat, and now the extremely large number of spells that can be used are only about two rings, or dangling between apprentices and formal mages, and it is okay to use them as auxiliaries, but if you want to go further, it is obviously useless in the short term.

Is there anything else?

Well, flat-plate directional mines, as well as ordinary high-explosive mines, these have indeed played a big role in the previous adventures, whether it is a strong attack or a trap, it is a good choice, even a ** division like Truss will suffer if he is caught off guard, and the relatively high cost that was originally used as an obstacle is not a big problem.

But the problem is, if this thing continues to develop, it is no longer suitable for the sustainable principle of flexibility and mobility, will it be necessary to make a lot of artillery trucks on his side to ambush him in the future when he fights the Blazing Sky Servant?

It seems that the most reliable thing is to rely on equipment.

As a psychic warlock, his abundant mental power allows him to use very high-end scrolls beyond the level, as well as the spell effects in magic items, if he can get more high-level magic items, such as the scroll of the **ring spell, or some kind of artifact or something, it may not be impossible to fight with a blazing god to have a brilliant fireworks.

However, the thought only flashed through Edward's mind and then vanished - not to mention how rare high-level magic items were, the price alone was enough to bankrupt people, unless Edward suddenly got some ancient treasure, it would be a dream to heap money to kill a blazing god servant.

Reaching out and pinching his sour eyebrows, he closed his eyes slightly.

Stress......

However, it's not bad to let yourself be oppressed by the burden of burdens...... For it is only under heavy oppression that life will show the influence of tenacious vitality, and when those burdens are completely gone, man will become lighter than air, will float up, will be far away from the earth and the life on earth, and will become a semi-real being, and his movement will become free and meaningless.

The sunlight outside the window has tilted at some point.

A figure of a woman in a long dress walked through the corridor and silently came to the table. Pour a cup of fragrant rose tea, and when the pale and slender fingers jump on the silver tea set, it has a wonderful rhythm and is pleasing to the eye.

The tea was poured, but the young lord in the chair still had his eyes down, as if he had fallen asleep.

So, the woman hesitated, gently put down the tray in her hand, slowly walked around the back of the chair, and then stretched out her hand.

A slight touch on her body made her turn her gaze, and then she couldn't help but scream - something the size of a fist, slashing eight legs like a beetle, ripped a silver dinner knife out from behind her belt, jumped on the table, threw the small weapon aside, and the shadow in the crystal clear body stared at her like a pupil.

"You'd better play less of these boring tricks, otherwise, when the contract is activated, it's not me who will be constrained by the effect of the command technique. ”

At some point, the young lord had sat up straight. Reaching for the cup, he took a sip of the tea in the cup.

"Well, the temperature of the tea brewing technique is not bad. Personally, though, I don't like sweet things, especially drinks, and you'd better keep that in mind next time. ”

There was no response to this command.

The woman just stared into Edward's eyes defiantly. Her pale cheeks and biting lips made her look ...... More weakness.

Edward just sipped his tea unhurriedly, then raised his gaze and circled back and forth on the other man's maid's dress.

The high corset frames the figure, with a crisp white apron and fine ruffle lace. and the headband with pale hair, which matched with the pale and delicate face, made the corners of his mouth unhelp but raise a narrow arc.

"This dress is quite appropriate, but I didn't tell you yesterday, how should I answer my orders to you?"

"Really...... Enough is enough!" presumptuous eyes, unscrupulous words. Let the maid?Miss Anna Sue frowned. In the end, he couldn't bear to roar: "Put away your fingers! I'm not your maid!"

"Well, it should be said, now it is. ”

"I am an imperial nobleman, and even if I am captured, you have no right to treat me like this! According to the Potsdam Convention concluded between all the countries of the continent and the Temple, I have the right to wait for the family's ransom. and enjoy the ...... of a nobleman during this period"

"It's really getting a lot sharper...... I thought you'd be silent forever. But don't make a fuss, you know it means nothing to me. What's more, do you think that you are still on the land of the empire? The status of the nobles of the empire is not the slightest restraint here. As for the Convention, although the Tumines also forbade the slave trade, they would not deal with contracts that were already in force. You should know that what is being imposed on you is not a real contract, but don't think that I can't get that kind of thing that binds the soul. ”

In the face of this indifferent threat, the woman's body trembled, and she stared hatefully at the face that was smiling hatefully, but she didn't say anything more - this young big boy-like guy in front of her really had the power to allow him to do whatever he wanted in some areas, and it would not be beneficial to have a hard time with him.

Edward just smiled.

Confrontation with a ** division, Albert's rescue, and Elena and Iriel, their own power, territory...... There were so many things to think about in the last few days, that even Edward didn't pay much attention to the whereabouts of the poor staff lady, and it wasn't until yesterday, when the little girl returned it to him along with the dimensional cave, that he remembered that there was such a living beauty in his trophies.

Of course, Edward wouldn't have done anything like giving her some money and letting her go back to Illyria.

The more beautiful women are saving, the more the merrier, not to mention, a genuine imperial nobleman, or a descendant of a duke, is also a very face-saving thing to serve tea and pour water to watch the gate...... Oh, look at the gate, just skip it, after all, there is a problem with force, and the beautiful knight Claudia, who is a good fighter.

However, giving some new looks to his usually indifferent face is something Edward likes, at least it can relax his mood.

"Lord, Lord......"

A panting voice, sounding out of place, interrupted the rest of the unscrupulous. Hans, the old blacksmith, appeared at the door panting, but he was suddenly stunned by the two people in the room, his expression was distorted and he thought for a long time, and finally carefully lowered his head, revealing his smooth baldness: "That, that, Blackhawk...... Well, there is a noble lord who claims to be the tax collector of the Blackhawk family who has brought someone to collect taxes, and now on the main road, he wants to find the original mercenaries...... Look at this ......"

"Collect taxes, you find someone to sue them, there are already lords here, and they don't need to take care of them. ”

"No, this one...... Your mercenary gentleman said the same thing, but they didn't listen, saying that they were in charge of everything in this area, and if we didn't pay the taxes, they would exterminate us as rioters......"

"And such idiots?"

......

That idiot guy doesn't look like he's an idiot, just a little fat.

At this moment, he was sitting in a carriage, and a white fat face peeked out of the window, looking at dozens of heavily armed subordinates with a rather majestic face, and the half-elf mercenaries were facing each other fiercely.

Even if the air suddenly cut open and a pitch-black figure walked out, it didn't seem to make him afraid.

"Who are you?"

"This, this...... I...... I am the tax collector of the Blackhawk family, Baron Zock. The fat face finally shook twice. Make a hoarse voice.

When swept by that silver gaze, he felt as if he had fallen into icy water, and a cold air spread throughout his body, which made his fat all over his body tremble, and he could hardly speak. swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva in a row, and seemed to finally come back to his senses: "You...... Your Excellency is the new one here, isn't he, the self-proclaimed lord?"

A fine piece of parchment fluttered slowly and flew directly in front of him, unfolding.

"Well, well, Your Excellency. After his gaze lingering on the magic contract for a moment, Humpty Dumpty coughed a few more times and nodded: "Or maybe there was a business trip in the handover, so it's up to me, Baron Zoke, to inform Your Excellency that this year's tax payment date is approaching, and you need to pay a tax of two silver coins per person for your people." In addition, two hundred young men need to be dispatched to work for the Duke Lord's copper mine!"

"Well, speaking of which, it is indeed the duty of the people to pay taxes, but it's strange, when did the royal surname of Tuminis change to Blackhawk?" A smile appeared at the corner of his pale mouth under the black hood, but there was no joy in his tone.

"You...... Don't think that having the title of a magician dares to be disrespectful to the Black Hawk family! Taxes are collected uniformly, which is stipulated by Lord Duke Blackhawk! As a subordinate nobleman, you have no doubtful qualifications! You ...... You have to pay your taxes, or you'll ......" The fat man shook his head, and his tone was unexpectedly unflinching.

"How else? You want to fight?"

"Yes...... It's war!" (To be continued......)

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