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He's dead, he's dead......

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Little James curled up on the bed, the fine woven cotton cloth was soft and breathable, and the goose down core kept the temperature while making the fabric light and fit...... But he still habitually curled himself up in a ball,

Because, there was a cold air swimming around him.

There doesn't seem to be the slightest cotton fluff around, it's all cold ice. But in the closed eyes, there seemed to be flames...... The flames leaped, revealing the faces of the people who were bubbling and curling black.

Familiar, more familiar.

They shouted strange sounds that were inaudible, and from the firelight came charred hands, revealing white fingerbones. They approached the young nobleman from all sides, tearing, scratching, tearing at his flesh, scratching at his internal organs, and the itching and pain were as unbearable as fire.

No, no......

He struggled, trying to dodge the flames, but the flaming flames suddenly dissolved, and they became a familiar, wrinkled face.

Father.

He was stunned, as if he had forgotten a qiē, and stretched out his hand to the familiar figure.

However, the next moment, the old man raised his hand and shouted something to him, and he struggled desperately, trying to break free of those bony hands but couldn't, his eyes widened and his ears pricked up, trying to understand the old man's cry but he couldn't hear it clearly...... Because a flash of incandescent electric light has swallowed the figure immediately!

Yes!

The young nobleman violently propped up his body!

Bony hands, human faces, and flames vanished before my eyes. The father's charred body was gone, the dim light pieced together the shadows of the lavish furniture around him, and the cold moonlight shone into the room through the window lattice, gilding the surroundings with a silent silver light.

The luxurious dressing gown was stuck to the body with sweat. Sticky and cold, James gasped heavily, then pressed his forehead......

It was that terrible scene again, a scene that had been around him for a long time, but it had always haunted him, and from time to time it would turn into his dreams.

"Father...... I'll avenge you, I will...... Please wait a little longer......"

Falling back onto the bed again, he arched himself. He pressed his face deep into his arms and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

But how?

He knew who he had met, and he had heard rumors of these guys.

It has an absolutely exalted position in the kingdom. Even the most terrible things that had taken place, which were most terrible to them, were little things to them—the obliteration of the country nobles and their domains in a remote region, even if some disturbances reached the ears of His Majesty. The Supreme would never have cared about the less than two thousand lives.

2,000 people...... It's so small.

On the battlefield, their help is enough to reverse any unfavorable situation, and in the city, they can easily build countless houses. A myriad of handy luxury items can be manufactured...... It was something that thousands, if not tens of thousands, of civilians struggling to survive in the Stone Wilderness, around the Whispering Forest, could not do.

Because they are mages.

Hateful mage.

Terrible mage.

And James ......

I don't even know where I am.

Go out once a day. It's all a vertiginous magical teleportation, even if he's exhausted. Escape, wander, get lost...... In the end, it was only known that it was a much larger building than the castle in Poplar Town. Spacious and ornate rooms, far-reaching corridors, soaring spires...... It was very similar to the mansion that he had dreamed of ten thousand times before, which was most in line with his status as a city lord.

It's a pity that he was never the owner of the building, but a prisoner, the only prisoner, and even some kind of servant who could tell him and completely bind him to a mode of action.

Wake up regularly, eat regularly, and go out regularly.

Except for going out, all the qiē is carried out in a scolding.

Because there's a demonic guy who's like a nightmare.

Damn youkai.

It was a guy with a pointed jaw, a straight nose, and seductive peach eyes. It's lovely to describe...... If that damn thing isn't a male creature!

James has seen a lot of people with abnormal sexual orientations, who like men, children, and even dead people. It's just that there doesn't seem to be anything like this among the mercenaries - a perfect match for the shape, a sharp and slippery tone. Just getting into your ears seems to make you burst into a layer of chestnut skin......

Hell, there are so few people he comes into contact with most every day, except for the mediocre-looking maids who usually don't say a word, there is only this demonic guy!

Or it's much better to see a ghost than to see something like this.

But what's even worse is that he still has to follow this guy's orders!

Yes, all he had to do every day now was to listen to the sarcastic commands of this voice sweeter than honey!

Move in a slow rhythm and don't bend your back!Are you a stupid servant?...... When you drink, you can only look at the glass from the corner of your eye, I said don't look at the glass, it can't fly, you idiot! When you get up, you should move lightly, you can't hold the chair, that's quite unreasonable, are you an old man...... The tone of speech should be sincere and powerful, and the words should be clear...... Don't twinkle in your eyes! You look like a complete outcast! Keep your chest up and look into the other person's eyes when you talk...... Not the chest! Do you have a brain......

He remembered every insulting word, even that disgusting tone, because every sentence he had heard countless times. Sometimes he didn't know whether he was going to learn the tedious manners or just accept the scolding.

He had never been so tired in his life. Even when I secretly followed the cave bears into the forest, I ran away for three days because I provoked a pack of wolves...... I've never been so aggrieved. The guy who had dared to curse him before had either disappeared silently in the Forest of Whispers, or he had been immersed in the castle's water dungeon...... At that time, if there was such a face full of fat powder and twisted face, he would dare to dictate to him. He had no doubt that that pretty face full of demonic spirit would turn into an ugly pig's head under his fist, and he could even do it with just three punches and two kicks.

But now, it was an extravagant hope—the slightest disrespect, or even just some clash of words, would cause a terrible throbbing pain, a strange pain far better than a knife and a fire.

As time went on, now he didn't even have the strength to get angry.

The course is too frequent, etiquette. Gestures, behaviors, and words are all corrected into a pattern. I was in a state of extreme tension all day long, my mind was filled with all kinds of knowledge that I had never heard of, all the qiē had to be done according to the rules, and if one was wrong, those strange and terrible pains would fall on my body. His nerves were tense to the point of a terrible one, and he doubted that one day he would have a complete breakdown.

But only patience.

A small crumbling sound grinded between his teeth, he whispered to himself.

Since he was not killed, such training was carried out. So that is...... I'm still useful to them.

And it must be of great use.

Such a teaching seems to transform oneself into an elegant aristocrat...... Not the kind of title that hangs on empty. The blood has long been thin like water, and the nobles in the countryside are not wandering around in a carriage every day. With so many servants waiting, they can do nothing all day long, but they can have the best nouveau riche nobles in the world, but they are truly one of the deep-rooted horror monsters that have developed and grown through countless generations of operation and maintenance.

Great Nobles......

That was what he had dreamed of.

At the age of three, he could snatch anything from anyone in his sight, he knew, because he was a nobleman, and at the age of five, when he saw that strange fat man come to the territory to make a fortune, he protested dissatisfiedly in exchange for a drunken slap from his father, and he later knew that the reason was that the man was a more expensive nobleman.

As for the great nobles...... Those leaders who led a city were no different from the emperor, it was something he had only seen in his dreams, almost unimaginable.

When he was eight years old, he used to think that those people ate cow tongue and pig brains every day, rode out on a mountain-like monster, used candles as firewood, and wiped their buttocks with silk.

It wasn't until Edward told him what was true luxury.

yes, Edward.

"There are not so many things in the world that are as gratuitous as mother's love, so if someone throws a gold coin somewhere, then there must be a recoup of the value equivalent to ten gold coins, at least he has a hope of getting that value. ”

This is also a sentence that Edward once told him.

He knew that his so-called dream had been shattered—the first nobles of the Western Frontier and the largest city in the southwest had been turned into smoke and black char in the hands of that terrible mage, and the voice of the soul that howled in his ears.

However, luck and bad luck are twin girls, when one gives despair, the other will put the dream in front of people again......

The young country aristocrat remembered that his playmate had said another, interesting, and now very meaningful remark,

-- A sane and intelligent man can take a long time to complete his revenge, even if the length of time is ten years.

It's a weird statement, like he's always wanted to be a mage.

- As far back as I can remember, since I noticed this little black guy ten years ago, he has always said things that are strange and amazing, and there has never been any mistake...... James didn't know how he knew this, but he had proven it true countless times.

So, has he become a mage? I wonder if he has ever experienced magical teleportation?

That nightmare, which was already getting farther and farther away, was especially clear today...... Or maybe it's because of the voice I heard on my usual outings today—shouting his name, though the damn old man. He wasn't allowed to look closely, but the sound was very much like the one he remembered.

I'm not a, and you're not a rabbit. So people before and after, get out of here!

If Edward's current thoughts were known, he would have said this—whenever he wanted to show more enthusiasm, he would always be ridiculed like this.

"Means, process, whatever it is, victory is victory. The winner is the strongest. And the strong against the weak, that is, the sky against the earth, looking down on them. To despise them, to trample on them, to ravage them, is the necessity of the strong. If you are weak, you will sacrifice for the strong. Whether you understand it or not. Whether you agree with it or not, this is a matter of course. ”

He whispered, that terrible dream, those pains. Those sufferings, in this moment. It's all hidden in the bottom of my heart and slowly brewed with a yeast called hatred. Slowly scorched with a flame called hatred, eventually, they will become mellow enough to make him drunk. They will become fat and juicy, enough for him to feast on.

I'll take back a qiē.

He muttered to himself.

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James.

Edward opened his eyes and sighed softly.

The light and shadow in front of me were a little messy, and it took a few breaths before slowly piecing together the familiar room.

This means that an hour of mental preparation is turned into useless work.

Is that person his friend?

Most likely it is.

On the ground of Xifengyi. There are only a handful of Dacheng that have magical barriers, and James wouldn't have gone if there were no accidents, so he should have been able to detect him through his psionic powers, instead of failing three times in a row like now.

But one of the failures of the three feet was about his father.

Could it be that a magical barrier has been established in Poplar Town, so the television technique will lose its meaning?

Edward shook his head slightly.

A deserted place like Xifengyi would not attract the attention of any pretentious and noble person, although Baiyang Town was already the largest village and town within a radius of two or three hundred miles, no regular mage was willing to serve Lord Jue here, because he couldn't even get what the lowest-level mage needed. Not to mention, it's a magical defense that requires a lot of money.

Uncanny.

The things that happened in a day today are all unspeakably weird.

In addition to James, there is also the woman who came for revenge...... It's very tricky, a creature like a woman, who seems to have an inexplicable and wonderful attachment to hatred, so in those stories in memory, it is not too late to take revenge for ten years, although they are all gentlemen, but the woman and the villain are all the way.

If you can't find a way to restrain that dimensional leap that comes and goes without a trace, then sooner or later, you will lose your head unconsciously.

Fortunately, dimensional abilities, whether they are dimensional leaps, any gates, or teleportations, are the most delicate abilities - space, like time, has the most complex structure as a higher rule, and the more complex it is, the more fragile it becomes. Therefore, even the space spells launched by psionic energy must be disturbed by magic, and if you can have an anti-teleportation circle with you, even if it is just a storage item, you can also have some confidence.

It seems that it will take a lot of money to exchange something with the old gnome.

The Psychic tugged at the corners of his mouth, then remembered the glitter that had been pinched just right.

It should have come from the hand of another person, and although it is the simplest two-ring spell, the person who uses it should not be simple.

He couldn't help but be a little bored.

Others are what a master of metallurgy and a doctor of chemical engineering, crossed the direct climb science and technology to open the golden finger. Steel, guns, and cannons swept away thousands of armies, but he had to pay attention to these heads-up things.

Would you like to find someone to help?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of the crazy mother-in-law again.

That terrible woman. And that strange magic circle, the chief of the enchantment, what is her purpose? Is it for the sake of the royal power in her hands?

The dolphins in that pool, and the animals that are not strange to people, are probably enough to make anyone, especially men, shudder...... But because of that strange scene, the woman was engraved in her mind, and it was a bit laborious to forget it.

Shouldn't I give myself a modified memory?

It's a pity that this ability can only be operated by other people, and although he has two powerful brains, he can't really construct his own

"You're going to forget? It's incredible!" jumped on the table and squeaked, "That's the temptation of a ripe peach, different from those green fruits, the shape of that perfect ass, the kind of swaying, trembling and shivering, I bet the juice will definitely flow as long as I pinch it lightly...... This is the best, the absolute best......

"Shut up. ”

"Lord Lord, Lord Lord!"

The old man's voice brought some questions to Edward, "My lord, there is a group of people outside the city who cover their faces, and they say, "Your Excellency, your friend, no, your ally, so you want to meet your Excellency?"

Edward was stunned.

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In fact, a mage with his real name is far more efficient for a lord than a bunch of blacksmiths - they can turn a large bunch of iron ingots directly into arrowheads, and wood into shafts with a single five-ring spell, with little to no loss in the process. It's just that few of the mages are willing to do these drudgery, and the state of mental disability may lead to poor quality, and most of the national mages have difficulty reaching the standard of casting the five-ring spell.

As for Edward, he didn't have such troubles, and several mages in charge of building the circle were naturally used by him as free labor, (to be continued......

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