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Gently stroking the back of his right hand, Edward groaned slightly, his heart was a little confused and a little lost for a moment.

Originally, he thought he had seized the tail of his chance, but now it seemed as if he had once again let it slip through his fingers - and when the strange pattern on the back of his hand disappeared into thin air, the mage let go of his hand and turned away, without uttering a word that would allow the hunter to regain his confidence.

Edward sighed softly.

It's not because my qualifications have been denied again...... There have been countless similar situations and dialogues that have tempered Edward's heart and spirit with tenacity and indifference, and the rejection that comes with it. He had long been accustomed to it, even numb.

He thought he was used to it—but this time, it seemed different.

Because it was a powerful mage who said this, because this powerful mage gave him the most detailed explanation that was different from that of other half-spellcasters. Because, he himself also felt something, and something that was originally sealed in the depths of his mind was turned back onto the surface of his memory.

Lord of Shadows...... Can you really be like the person in that story, go to the end of the caster's path, even if it is a lifetime of thorns......?

Because what I want is the power to change my life and do whatever I want, not a life that is changed by power and is full of constraints.

"The operation of the magic net here is relatively stable, I want to use the teleportation technique, you grab the hands of the people around you. The mage's voice pulled the hunter's train of thought out of his thoughts, but when he looked up, he noticed that everyone was almost ready—leaving him with only one of the palms of the dwarven baroque.

So Edward could only sigh and stand at the end of the line.

However, when the female mage's whispered chant sounded, he was still somewhat excited - teleportation was one of the most famous spells, and it was said that it was the first choice of the nobles in the big cities for long journeys, but Edward, who was born in the Western Feudal Province and had never traveled to a more prosperous region, was experiencing this non-scientific way of travel for the first time.

The incantation flowed slowly like a somber song, and the scenery in the air began to distort, and for a moment, the darkness was already hung with silver filaments, shimmering with brilliant luster. At the same time, the body seemed to be rubbed by a magical force, constantly stretching, not painful, but extremely weird.

But this wonderful feeling did not last long.

The changes in the space suddenly became intense...... Light and dark are staggered, and light and shadow float. All the qiē violently stirred up into a ball! Time seemed to become long at this moment...... And the most important thing is that the sound of the female mage's chanting suddenly became intermittent and ethereal!

Edward's heart was shocked!

Teleportation spells are very convenient, but not all mages can control the space-tearing energy, and there are occasional surprises, such as due to the influence of magical energy, the fallacy of the teleportation destination, and the mage's own mental instability...... and so on, all of which could have catastrophic consequences - the teleportee would inexplicably end up in a place they had never seen before, in mid-air, in the fire or in the water, it would be a very ordinary result, if it was worse, the dragon's lair or the orc gathering point would be nothing, and the most terrible result would be that the teleporter would float forever screaming and wandering in the chaotic gap between spirit and matter, or their shattered or fused corpses would appear at their destination - or maybe they might not be dead for the time being.

These terrible thoughts flew through the hunter's mind in a haphazard manner, and then vanished in the next moment—a torrent of heat that swept in like a blazing flame, like magma, and perhaps even a solar storm, and exploded in Edward's senses! The terrible pain made his mouth grow, and for a moment there was no breath to suck into the lobes of his lungs!

Confused......

――Partitioning――

The third evening after Edward's departure arrived, and Poplar welcomed a new group of guests.

There weren't many, only two figures on horseback, slowly pacing across the spacious central street, and they chose to ignore the invitation of the waiter at the door of the Hilton Express Hotel...... Walk all the way to the wooden castle of the viscount.

"Nice place, it looks like this guy is doing well, at least, a lot better than I thought. I thought that being banished here for so long would have cost him all his **. ”

As the castle gate approached, a knight spoke.

His voice was a little hoarse, nasal, and low-pitched, but the combination of this qiē made this voice full of vicissitudes and heaviness...... An oppressive force.

He jumped off his horse, reached out and unscrewed the front of the black cloak, revealing the pitch-black armor covered with a beautiful carved pattern underneath, and the hilt of the long sword exposed at his waist was carved with a budding bud, but the pitch-black metallic color showed no trace of life, and under the swallow of the scabbard hung a sharp dagger - the edge of the blade shimmered with a faint blue light, and it turned out to be a sharp blade coated with poison.

"Or a kind of punishment, but if from another point of view, this place, far from all circles of right and wrong, is not a kingdom of his own?

His companion was a tall, middle-aged man in splendid clothes, and although his pale face and furrowed brow were a little tired when he lifted his hood, the most obvious impression of him was a kind of neatness that had been well organized—the clothes, hair, and ornaments on his body were all bright and shiny, and his skin was shining with a well-maintained delicate shine, and even the wrinkles and hairs at the corners of his eyes seemed to have been carefully dressed and carved by several maidens.

The demeanor is dignified, strict, impeccable, and a complete aristocracy.

This strange combination made the guards guarding the gate stunned for a moment, hesitating whether to step forward to interrogate, but the latter had already swaggered towards the two doors at this time.

The guards did nothing to stop -

As the two men walked forward, the light in the air seemed to dim a little—as if the two men were constantly spreading a faint black mist all the time, even if it was faint, everything that touched the mist immediately turned black and gray. And the human race is silent.

......

On the second floor of the castle, the wooden door marked with the city lord's study was pushed open with a bang!

It was a small room, with a few bookshelves against the wall, but more of the room were all kinds of pottery jars, and the strong sour smell mixed with the air, making it as pungent as poisonous gas. So Bai Runren frowned, waved his hand slightly, and the three windows in the entire room opened one after another, and a cool turbulence swept through every corner of the room.

"Hmm...... Give me, give me a glass of water...... Nannie ...... Hmm, don't, don't open the window......"

A faint groan came from a corner of the room, and a mess of gray-white hair lifted from a few stacked bottles, and the dull or crisp crash clanged...... It took an hourglass scale to finally prop up the body of the man who was buried in the urn jar, and he glanced at it a few times with a pair of hazy drunken eyes, and then seemed to finally realize that the other party was not the servant who came to clean him on a daily basis............ You guys...... Who is it?"

"Is that the guy?" the black knight stopped, a blood-colored glow in the shadows of his hood. A hollow, hoarse voice floated out from under his helmet, making people shudder.

"Are you Viscount Rothpar?" the tall nobleman covered his mouth and nose with a white handkerchief, and made no secret of his disgust at the viscount's filthy appearance, and looked at him with a gaze that was exactly like a nobleman looking at a man asking for food...... The emaciated swordsman beside him let out a sneer. "Is this the guy? It seems that our majesty is really ......."

"It should be said that the Blessed Majesty, who has not yet drowned himself in the barrel, is indeed a miracle that the goddess of life should be surprised by. ”

"Answer me, are you Viscount Roopal von James?" the middle-aged nobleman's voice became softer, but only after grabbing the poor drunkard by the hair, who had even been dragged alive from the pile of debris. Pull straight to the height of his face. It is hard to imagine that such a well-mannered person has such strength.

"I ...... Be. Of course I am!"

The piercing pain in the scalp finally subsided the alcohol...... The drunkard's eyes widened at the face that was close at hand, screaming and trying to break his hair free from his hands—only the latter's fingers were like cast iron, not only did not move, but he couldn't even scratch a trace with his fingernails.

"Very good...... Very good. The middle-aged nobleman smiled: "Then, I have met Lord Viscount, please accept my belated self-introduction, I am Silupu, Silupu Ed Lifaxian." Of course, this isn't the first time we've met, but I think you've probably forgotten my name. The middle-aged man let go of his hand, let the viscount, who was struggling to stand upright, and then smoothed the folds of his collar for him: "After all, although wine is a good thing, it has a disadvantage that will weaken people's memories. ”

"I seem to know such a person...... Remember it was...... Hmm, what's the ...... in charge of foreign affairs?"

The Viscount was confused for a moment, and then his eyes suddenly widened, and he staggered back!

As if to suppress his fears, he took a few large sips of the bottle in his hand as if he was about to drown himself, and the dripping wine slid down his lips, staining the already stained placket a dark brown: "Silupu?! Well, well, it's been a long time...... But I don't know what advice His Excellency the Adjutant on Foreign Affairs has come to my poor country?

The corners of the nobleman's mouth twisted, but he only spat out a single word, and a loud bang interrupted his words......

The ornate door of the room was slammed open by a tremendous force, fell to the ground, bounced up unwillingly, and was trampled into dust by a dozen feet...... More than a dozen guards poured in through the cracked door, forming a semi-arc along the wall...... The heavy crossbow in everyone's hand pointed at the middle-aged man in the center who had just been interrupted, and a voice shouted outside the door: "Put down your weapon and raise your hand above your head......!"

But his words were not fulfilled either.

The middle-aged nobleman let out a disdainful snort, then elongated into a vague phrase while waving his hand as if impatient......

And so the light burst on!

Branch-like lightning erupted from the middle-aged man's hand, wrapping around the nearest soldier, and then extending more branches and rolling towards the surrounding human body...... In the blink of an eye, the whole room was covered with blue-white electric light, and when the light receded, a thick stench of burnt smoke burst out from the collapsed soldiers—their bodies had become charred black in an instant, and some of them had broken into pieces scattered like charcoal in a furnace even at the moment of their fall.

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