Former Hamelin was fond of human weapons.

"This is the legendary weapon (Magnum)," he said to Manlin as he handed the silver-plated gun. At the Battle of Pearl Harbor, knight Lee Oswald used it to kill King Lincoln. It's like a bow that pierces the hardest skin. ”

Manlin, a self-righteous bounty hunter, looks at the weapon with fascination. "King Lincoln?"

"The king of America, the world across the ocean," Hamelin lied. "It's a land of weapons, a kind of dragon called a dinosaur."

"Existence?"

Hamelin smiled crookedly.

One of his rats made a noise as it jumped up and down the garbage heap in the back alley. Man Ling turned around, trying to see something in the night; As soon as the meeting began, he was nervous, fearing that the Bahraini watch would interrupt their conversation.

"Don't worry," Hamelin reassured it. His rats surveyed the area, monitoring the surroundings from the rooftops. He continued to report as if nothing had happened, although Manlin remained uneasy. "Aim, pull the trigger. It's so simple that even kids can use it. ”

The piper brought his lips to Manlin's ear.

"They did."

That's why he loves firearms. They are deadly, and they are easy to use, with which an untrained peasant can kill a trained knight. It is the perfect clue to war, rebellion, and massacre.

The more Manlin listened, the more he looked like a bear who had found a honeypot. He was afraid of bees, but the prize tasted sweet. "Can it kill dragons?"

"Only small ones and eggs. It will hurt the larger ones, but it will not kill them. ”

"Eggs?"

"The best way to deal with dragons is to break their eggs and kill their young dragons before they grow too big to control. Aim Magnum's pistol in their eyes and pull the trigger. ”

"Kill...... Kill their children?" The man winced at his words. Why do mortals think of themselves when they think of children?

Still, the piper sensed that the man needed a little push to change his way of thinking. "They have no feelings, my friend. They are predators and thieves by birth. Have you ever seen a dragon hesitate to burn down a house with innocent screaming people inside? Of course not. That's why we have to spare not a single one of them. This is the duty of a knight. ”

This phrase always works. No matter how hard they try to portray themselves as mercenaries, adventurers always want to be respected deep down.

"yes......" Hamelin didn't say anything, allowing Manlin to convince himself. Yes, you're right. They are simply monsters. ”

"Greedy monsters. Previously they just stole gold, now they even grab jobs. They don't care about you. It's a tough world, and you have to defend your livelihood, right?"

"But what about adults?" If I'm- --"

"We also have weapons to kill adults, and we'll deal with them," Hamelin assured Manlin, "but everyone has to do their part." "Will you do yours? Will you stand up and seize today?"

The bounty hunter nodded and took the weapon. "You said you had anyone else?"

"A lot". Although his reserves dwindled much faster than he thought. "I keep the best for myself and my friends. Maybe one day, you'll be part of the inner circle as well. ”

"How much do you want?"

"I'm doing it for the cause," Hamelin replied, handing him a letter. "But if you want more and better things, you have to prove your dedication. Capture the rank dragon alive and leave it to our care. ”

Manlin took the piece of paper, read it, and burned the contents with a spell without leaving a trace. "That's pretty much it."

"I only believe what I see," Hamelin replied. "I'll contact you again if I get the results."

The hunter nodded sharply in response, and held out his hand. Although the physical contact was privately disgusting to him, the ex accepted it with a smug smile.

After his most notorious crimes, Mel Lim, who preferred Hamelin's nickname as the Pied Piper, watched as Manlin left with a weapon hidden under his cloak. The deal went well, hoping to succeed in killing a dragon this time, while many of his kind failed.

If he doesn't, it means one less person to kill.

Claims are harder to take the bait. They grew up with guns with them, and while they recognized the potential of firearms, they lacked the quasi-religious respect that future generations had for guns and rifles. They always asked him a lot of questions about where the weapons came from, and he often had to shut them up.

Most people are as cold as ice, but Hamelin is different. Where his kind was indifferent to mortals, believing that killing them was a chore, the Pied Piper began to enjoy the good work.

He has been playing with mortals in one form or another for centuries. Once, before they realized the power of class, he came across a village full of rats. On a whim, he took on the form of a human and asked the villagers to solve the problem and use his pipe to lure the rats into the river and drown.

Mr. and Mrs. Manlin refused to pay him.

So Hamelin sang another song, and they paid the price with blood.

The fond memories made the fairy giggle. It was the old times, and the old society ruled over weak creatures, and no one could challenge them except dragons. Then humanity learned the power of classes, and the natural order collapsed.

The former army still has a stronghold in Odmund. They rule over Preden, the dark forests that cover most of the world. King Wotan and Baba Yaga also rule over large swaths of the northern part of the Winter Kingdom, but they are too soft for humans. They let them live.

But these shallow kingdoms shrank every century, and Baraur slowed this decline, but could not stop it.

Would Mel Odeus do better? So far, he likes his sister's style, which is as subtle and cunning as his own.

A rat familiar with him crawled towards him, and Hamelin lowered his head to listen to his report. The bagpiper gave the beast a mind, and unlike the larger rat golden rat, the rodent remembered its place. "The paladin and the drake returned the bottle to Barcino." The rat told his master. "He welcomed them with a feast."

"What about Mo?"

"V&V sealed him in his own bottle and made a vow commanding him never to come out again."

That idiot. They need more powerful magic than Mott to unlock his seal, and only Baba Yaga's magic meets this criterion. Unfortunately, she despises elves.

Should they ask Sabra? The ancestors had a loose alliance with that fickle god, but it was his high priest who caught Mott first. "Can you steal the bottle?"

"No," the mouse shook his head. "Even if I could see it, we would be seen."

It's not fair. Hamelin's slaves have proven their worth time and time again, while Mott is stupid enough to be caught twice by mortals. He would have his rodent staring at the bottle in case there was a chance to snatch it, but the animal would not take any risks. "At least the tactician doesn't make any wishes."

"He's very happy with the results." Hearing these words, Hamelin's eyes narrowed. Paladin reacts the same way, so Barcino tells her that he wants to study the design of the bottle and bury it in a place where it will never be found. He knew that any wish he had made would not come true. ”

"You mean design?" Hamelin soon understood. An artifact that can trap the strongest fairies...... Of course, the famous tactician wanted to work on a powerful weapon to deal with the elves. He has dodged more assassinations than "Fidel Castro" has dodged on Earth.

The fairies have a good memory, and they never forget the slightest injury. Balsino played a large role in Baraure's defeat, and Mel Odeeus marked him dead, just like that paladin.

Especially the Paladin. "Kia Bekele and K

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What about E's niece?"

Basino welcomed humanity at a feast and sprinkled diamonds on the dragon. She declares that he is her new best friend, and they laugh. Tacticians say that great games will be organized in their name. ”

This will keep them stranded in Bahrain for several weeks. Hamelin considered the situation, and a mischievous thought flashed through his mind.

"Plague".

A green light briefly enveloped his slave as Hamelin's evil spell infused him with a curse. "Your fangs now carry a dangerous disease," said the Piper. "Spread to the mortals of this city. Given to their merchants and dignitaries, so they crossed borders with my gifts.

"Ah, I hate the smell of horns and horns," the mouse complained. "But you can trust me."

"You and your brothers are staring at our three mortal enemies, the bottle and my cat's claws."

"Cats? The rat looked around, and Hamerin smiled. "Master, please don't scare me like this!"

"Do this, and I'll make you bigger than a dog," the piper lied. He had learned his lesson from the beast; Never let his slaves be too strong or too smart lest they have ideas. "Go now."

His slaves fled the alley with Hamelin's gifts.

When his work was done, he took his keel pipe from under his cloak, summoned a fairy ring, and sang a song. A dark green portal opened in front of him and vanished as the fairy lord walked through.

When he returned home and came to his father's workshop, Hamelin took off his human disguise.

His skin turned from flesh to rotten wood, and his whole body was covered with crimson eyes; On his shoulders, on his chest, and on his "hat". His clothes reveal their true nature as part of his body, his beard becomes tentacle-like roots, and his fingers become branches. Hamerin is an ancient nightmare, one of the horrors that makes mortals dare not step into the forest at night.

When he arrived, he was greeted by the smell of oil and gunpowder. Giants and ogres work metal beneath twisted blackwood ceilings, craft steel armor, carefully disassemble Earthlings' weapons into small pieces, or assemble the head of a new golem.

Hamelin's ancestor, the insect of McGonagall Mayer, supervised the work of his slaves with the attention of craftsmen. "One more layer," he ordered his servants, each of whom he had created in the laboratory. "The armor is thicker and there are fewer impurities."

"Three times thicker, father." Hamelin suggested. Winkel blew the box open.

"Did you see it from your hiding place, my child?" McGonagall Meyer replied, not even looking at his child. "I don't know".

"I saw the most beautiful sight of your toys being smashed to pieces", this is like a "movie" that earthlings like very much. "I can't wait to see how the next movie performs."

Everyone is his own lord, has his own fiefs and servants, and does not obey anyone. Only a strong and charismatic leader like King Baraur could mold these proud lords into a cohesive army, and only while he was alive. The fairies have no love for each other, except for kinship as the supreme ruler of creation; Even the bloodline has little influence.

The downside of not having a soul. Love, humor, kindness...... Hamerin could not comprehend these strange things that mortals cherished.

"I'm also looking forward to better results."

Like a snake in the grass, Mel Odeus quietly approached her loved ones without Hamelin noticing. The piper did not show the slightest fear, and he greeted his sister with a hat, but could not completely shake off the fear she had provoked.

As usual, she put on the cloak of a human being, angering her ancestors.

"Daughter, your face displeased me," said Mag Mayer in disgust. Every mortal reminded him of a system that he strongly hated. After all, he created it to a certain extent.

All forms can create life or give intelligence to objects and animals. Magmer once made a magical dice in an attempt to create an artifact that could utilize new forms of magic. On a whim, he also endowed it with a heart.

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To say that McGonagall has regretted that incident ever since would be an understatement.

Because of indirectly bringing the cursed system into this world and giving humans an advantage against them, the fairy lords avoided Magmer. Since then, the crazy predecessor has dedicated his immortal life to regaining the favor of his fellow citizens and overthrowing the entire system.

No one has studied the cursed class as extensively as Mag Mayer, whose work has borne fruit over the centuries. The incantation [the darkest fear], means to ensure that mortals sleep in the dirt forever; The black crown, when men and women crave power, twists them into an abominable trap; There are also countless monsters that are designed to kill heroes.

When King Baraur approached him, hoping to regain his honor by aiding him in his crusade, Magmer eagerly supported him. He fed Baraul potions and made dullaha

Grow, grow, grow, until no one can beat him. In the last century, they almost recaptured Ofremond......

However, Baraur died, and Magmer fled in disgrace and fought again.

But the fairies learned. When brute force failed at the hands of King Baraou, Mel Odius opted for conflict, division, and hatred. Let mortals fight each other, encourage endless wars, and then kill the victors when they least expect it.

Hamelin prefers this method to the old one. His people called him a coward because he preyed on those who could not fight back, running away in times of need, but he called it wisdom. Over the centuries, good old Hamelin has defeated many heroes, and he is still alive.

Hamelin knew that there was nothing after his death. Without a soul, his body would dissolve into the soil in which it had grown, and everything would turn black. This fear has driven bagpipers for centuries to kill others before they can do the same to him.

Mel Odeus ignores his father and gets straight to the point. "Lin, report."

"I distributed weapons at your request," Hamelin replied. "I also made a little joke about Bahrain, but Mott is gone forever."

Mel Odeus's brow tightened when he told her more details, and when he mentioned Kia Bekele, Mag let out a bitter boo. "What's next, my sister?" Hamelin asked. "Do you need more weapons?"

"When my power is at its peak, I'll open the doors again on Sahain." The Black Witch confirmed. It takes a lot of mana to open the gates of the earth, so orcs only use it on short trips. Not to mention the "magic questions" on the other side. "But this time you brought me more than just guns."

"Your obsession with Earthling's technology will ruin yours, my daughter." Mag Mayer said scaredly. Ever since the Manlin people invented firearms, he no longer dared to launch an attack on Earth. "Magic will save us, just wait and see."

Mel Odeus's eyes turned contemptuous. "Complete your so-called 'masterpiece' first, and then I will believe you."

"Lin gave me the samples I needed," Magmer replied. "Where you are inadequate, my new creation will succeed"

Hamelin would rather sell his pipe than read the mind behind his sister's cold face.

McGonagall made Mel Odeus out of her own blood, but he fed her with dragon blood throughout her youth. He even infused her with the "Vai" that the adventurers brought

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"bones, hoping to create a strong warrior for the ancestors.

He portrayed Mel Odeus as both powerful and cunning. But she is not the king of Baraur.

The Piper may have to blame him for his choice of surrogate for this. When Hamelin learns that the knight Bane has returned, he cannot contain his anger at being deceived; This is even more true when he learns that dragons can be upgraded. At least he finally found the time to steal Van Kkel's blood, and Cornelia's death became a sweet reward.

"In the meantime, you'll have to finish the new version of the Golem of Talos until I agree with your final design."

"All my talents have been wasted on this pointless task." As a consummate artist, the ex preferred to move on to another project after the failure of the first one, but his daughter forced him to create more puppets while addressing the flaws.

Mel Odeus glanced at her father with cold, lifeless eyes. "So, is this a provocation, father?"

There was an unsettling, menacing silence in the workshop, and Hamelin noticed that even Mag's slaves froze. The patriarch was silent for a few seconds, and finally replied, "No."

"Then let's go back to work."

"How's the Knight's City?" Hammerlin asked, and McGonagall Mayer turned to look at his slave. "He knows."

"I will not allow dragons to be gods," Mel Odeus said. "Especially the knight class. We must destabilize his "empire" before it becomes a new garden or gives the dragon ideas. I've sent Lucy to take care of them, and you're here to help her. ”

"If she hadn't lied to Old Hammerlin at that time, we wouldn't have gotten into such a predicament," the piper noted. His sister's protection is the only reason why the treacherous vampire is still "alive".

"As long as she's useful to you, just wait." His sister replied, though Hamerin understood the less subtle meaning. If that vampire fails..."Until then, you'll have to follow my strategy. "

The piper was patient. The time for his revenge will come.

Hamerin summoned another Elven Ring, this time to Nightblade's stronghold in Noble, glancing at his father, annoyed by his mission.

Mag Mayer is afraid of earthlings and their weapons, but his daughter loves them even more than Hamelin. He thinks his sister is right in his idea, combining their magic with earthly technology to gain an advantage.

When they retake Ofremond, they will clear the deadly lair. Cut off their supply of heroes at the source.

There is no longer a savior from another world.

"Lin," Mel Odeus interrupted her brother before he could walk through the portal.

"Really?"

"You said Basino wanted to study the bottle so that it could trap us?"

"I don't see any other reason," he replied, "why?"

"I have an idea," the fairy replied ominously, with a ruthless, cruel smile on her face.

Even for a seasoned killer, this scene sent chills down Hamelin's heart.