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Chapter 30 Lucky

“...... But don't you already tell them? They're going to react, at least, to retreat? In a human city, it shouldn't be a difficult task. (The fastest update speed is on the Aishang Novel Network biquge.info)"

Shaking his head, the dwarf took out a clay jug from his cloak and carefully poured some into his mouth - he had always cherished this good wine when no one was treated, but apparently it also gave him a lot more time to think: "Sue the city guards, they will only fight in the air, and you will not get any bonus...... Maybe those guys will have to be charged with a lie. ”

"Of course, as long as they are not stupid, of course they will recognize the problem in my words, and they will react certainly, so I left them some leeway. ”

Edward smiled slightly, tied the last strap of his crossbow between his elbows, and shook it twice...... This kind of arm crossbow is exquisite, and it is quick to fire, so he naturally will not let it go, although it seems to be a little sunk, not very suitable for making quick movements, but it is finally a bit of a gain - such an arm crossbow, if it flows into the black market, must have some value, well, at least more than a hundred gold coins. It's a pity that this group of idiots obviously has too many unorganized and unplanned escapes, so that the things on the other guys can't be recovered one by one.

The poor hunter was seriously calculating. As he walked leisurely down the alley, the sound of the city guard's sirens and horses' hooves stirred up a cacophony of the streets away, faintly, and a few screams that were mixed in, but for the source of this qiē, it was a pleasant voice—something seemed to be stirring up excitement in his heart, and he had a little more patience to explain.

"By the way, the guy who told you about this, he said that their lair seems to have a ...... Four, no, five. But what does that have to do with you coming up with the name of an organization? Well, you're saying that so that they think you're all the way with them, and they don't think they're going to attack them very quickly, right? But just move slowly, two days, or three days later......"

There wasn't much wine left in the jug, so it wasn't until the last drop disappeared from the tip of his tongue that Baroque seemed to have straightened out the tricks a little bit—the reason why his cunning companion had just said three of them was that the two more secret nests had become a natural haven for each other, and they would have been the center, at least for a while now. And the matter involving a nobleman must also make them more concentrated. In this way, the final clean-up of the city guards must be able to achieve a good result.

There is some resemblance to the way he dealt with rats as a child...... But it's a bit too much trouble to understand these human thoughts.

Baroque shook his head violently as a throbbing forehead, making sure that a dwarf really wasn't fit to think about these issues. Thankfully, our dwarf doesn't get discouraged by this - in fact, he's happy to put his mind in the direction of his interest and put aside the tedious parts:

"Boy Edward, let's talk about the one you used earlier...... It's a spell, isn't it? It's so powerful, just look at it and those guys will tell you everything like old acquaintances, but in that case, why don't you just go and make friends with their leader...... Ah, in fact, as long as you find some nobleman and try it out on him, you don't just want to arrest whoever you want, you can have as much money as you want?

"It's not that simple, well, didn't that female mage use similar powers on you before?, but in the end, as soon as she left, didn't you recover quickly?" Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth, and found that this companion was by no means as brave as he seemed on the outside, and his big head was not white, but it was clear that he didn't like to use it very much.

"This kind of trick is played by the caster and by those who are determined...... No, even in front of some guys who have psychological precautions, it has no effect, not to mention being manipulated by spells, every move will always be a little unnatural, and low-level mage apprentices can see through it as long as they use a discerning spell. And the slightly more advanced mages can even see through this trick at a glance, let alone those who are familiar with them. If a nobleman doesn't have these people around, I might be able to give it a try, but in that lucky situation, it's almost impossible to save zài. ”

Smiling, the hunter spoke.

In fact, this time, luck really seems to be on his side - the effect of this ability is not very strong, to put it bluntly, it is just to make the other party have some good feelings for you, let down your vigilance, and it will not allow you to take what you want, and the caster will not even be able to completely control the direction of the other party's feelings. And with Edward's current ability, the effect of charm can last for a little more than an hour at most, and after the effect is over, the other party may have to turn his face immediately.

So, when the poor little thief found the other party's superior, the hunter was actually ready to solve it by force, but should they be said to be unlucky, or should Edward have been so unfortunate lately that he was fiercely favored by the lucky lady because of those unfortunate encounters? also made him make that small, but enough trap to keep his opponent busy for a long time.

Of course, it is impossible to conclude this matter just by being busy.

The viscount who was as short and fat as the dwarves must not give up because of this- Even now, two hundred years after the founding of the country, the status of the Tuminis nobles has been diluted, decayed and eroded like their bloodline, and they have not regained the nobility of the beginning of the country, but the deep barriers between the ranks have been piled up more and more by time, even if the things that the nobles do to the commoners on weekdays are on the bottom line of peace and quiet, but what maintains this qiē is still nothing more than the arrogance of the nobles themselves, but things like assassination are enough to break this thin silk thread...... The Invisible Hand.

This incident, triggered by a small amount of luck, may become the beginning of a bloody tremor...... And how much will the rich businessman young master of the second goods be implicated because of this time?

No, or maybe this qiē was not just the result of luck - if Edward was an ordinary mercenary, then a few of the good men of this third-rate guild would be more than enough to deal with him, and then the most likely situation would be that a foreigner would disappear silently into the man-eating behemoth, waiting for a few days to be reduced to a chewed and torn corpse and die next to some stinking ditch.

It's a pity that I am no longer the ordinary mercenary now...... The pleasure in my heart seems to be more and more inflated, complete, and even my steps can't help but bring a little lightness.

But the next moment, the voice in his heart suddenly paused—a dry, low, gloomy voice, sounding in a deeper place, disturbing his complacency.

"There are two secrets that can make a person great, and one of them is to never reveal all that you know. ”

If it is not mixed with any complex feelings, the voice of the spirit crystal servant will be infinitely close to his creator, especially with that deep, malicious thing in the words: "Be careful of anyone who approaches you, never trust them completely and completely, never because you share your abilities with anyone, as many failed monarchs in history have done, and you better not repeat their bad situation and fate...... To the guy you profess friendship, at least let them prove themselves, words mean little compared to the actual actions that actually go to the fire for friendship. ”

"You ......"

His brow jumped, and the slight smugness in Edward's heart seemed to fly to the clouds in an instant—the timing and words of the damned stone were disgusting, but those words that were clearly incorrect and unreasonable made the psychic warlock unable to refute them for a moment—or was it because all he said was some blurred and ambiguous sophistry?

"Things in the forest are enough for me to trust. After a moment's hesitation, Edward's voice became firm: "I will not doubt the judgment I made. ”

And for his firmness, the spirit crystal servant did not refute it. "I hope so...... Anyway, remorse is also a unique human feeling. It made a subtle squeak, like a grim mockery. But it seems to be a little bit like ...... Prophecy.

Romante, at the southern tip of the deep continent, has the name of the four seasons like spring, even in the calendar of the name of the snowmelt moon, does not prevent the early blooming bouquets in the city from competing for beauty, still the new and the old, the perfect combination of whimsy and clumsy simplicity, but the closer to the castle in the center, the more exquisite and towering the building becomes, as if it can make people's self-esteem also swell, arrogant and indescribable.

However, as he slowly navigated the streets, Edward was somewhat absent-minded.

This heart-to-heart conversation is actually extremely short, but the silence that results from it is somewhat long...... Even those scenery with the charm of the past could not open his mind. The words of the Spirit Crystal Servant were like a filthy mist over his heart, with a disgusting stickiness, dampness and coldness.

"What a weird place, are you sure we didn't go wrong?"

In this brief or long silence, seven or eight streets had come to an end, and the voice of the dwarf broke Edward's messy assumptions, and he raised his gaze to notice that he had indeed come to a strange place—a very tall building, only slightly shorter than some of the city's old stone houses that were more than four stories high, but there was not even a window on the round exterior, like half a wine barrel that had been magnified countless times and was upside down on the ground.

However, this view does not attract too much attention, because this strange wine barrel is likely to occupy the backyard of a tall mansion. And the four buildings in the shape of a hollow square around it are closely guarded inside.

"Lorti Avenue, No. 32,"

Edward, who had made sure that he had made a mistake, couldn't help but whistle in a low voice—not only was it strange in appearance, but in his sight, the uneven shade of red sheen on the building indicated that it had been attached to a number of spells—it turned out to be a magical room?a mage's residence?

But if you think about it, this is not particularly strange, after all, the purpose of his trip is to have something about the magic academy, and it is obviously more in line with the ordinary people's thinking to find a person who is also a mage to make that recommendation - but in Romante, there are still mages who play the tricks? Or is it actually a nobleman who is extremely fanatical about magic, but is it unlucky, like Edward himself?

The assumption was soon confirmed, and as Edward and Baroque approached the door, a shrill clanged sound came from the door.

The door opened slowly with a creaking sound, and when it was fully opened, not only Baroque but also Edward was slightly taken aback, for it was a huge suit of armor that moved automatically.

Although the entire package is airtight, the hollow underneath the half-mask is enough to tell that it is not being worn by a living person - and in fact it is the only way to make sense...... After all, all the decks of this armor may be more than three inches thick, and even if it is all cast from light metals such as Mithril, it is likely to exceed five hundred pounds, and even the strongest creatures are obviously impossible to wear.

But the armor shook the helmet humanly in the next moment, as if looking at the two of them.

"An unexpected visitor?"

It uttered a dull tone, with a hint of surprise, "Who are you?"

"Your Excellency, we are half-bloods......

"Is it them again?no wonder the prophecy is vague and ambiguous, well, come in......" As if not wanting to listen to any explanation, the armor turned and walked into the darkness, so the two visitors had to choose to follow inexplicably.

Behind the door was a wide corridor, flanked by dark walls of some kind of stone, smooth enough to reflect a faint figure like a mirror, and every few dozen steps, a torch with a pale blue flame cast a dim glow on the floor.

Edward narrowed his eyes and carefully surveyed every inch of the surroundings, after all, usually a personal magic room was not a place for outsiders to enter at will.

Unfortunately, before he could see anything, the full-body armor had already led the two of them into a room with no decoration. There is only one bookshelf in the modest room, which is piled with recorded scrolls and texts; On the opposite side of the door was a desk, with ink, quill pens and stacks of parchment stacked haphazardly, and through the mountains of writing, scattered scrolls, and pens thrown aside, one could see a simple-looking man sitting on a chair behind him, with short uneven hair, a gray face, and two tightly locked sharp brows lined with solemnity. But it seems that the blood of the elves is not 100% guaranteed, this guy in front of him should be considered an inferior breed, if it weren't for his whole person wrapped in a crumpled robe, others might think that this is a farmer who has been accustomed to farming all his life.

He rose from the chair behind the table as he stood out the door in heavy armor, his tall lean body hunched over with the slowness that almost crushed his shoulders like an old patient.

"Get me some unnecessary trouble...... Say, what is the matter this time?" he didn't introduce himself, he trembled and slowly glanced at the dwarf and the boy, the voice under the mustache was a little deliberately suppressed, obviously not interested in using any etiquette, and the cold and hard attitude made Edward feel a big headache for a while, and finally he could only speak hard.

"Your Excellency, Master, we are here at the invitation of the Half-Blood Society, and we have something to ask for......"

"Yes, yes...... Yes, I know you were introduced by the Half-Blood guys, and your request, say, I'll see if it's going to be a problem...... If it's too wordy, you'd better get acquainted and fuck off yourself. Sitting back on the high-backed hard chair behind his desk, the mage whispered, as if asking, as if to say to himself, "They just gave me a little financial assistance, but they gave me these useless things all day long, and I'm not one of those priests who have nothing to do, do you know how busy I am?".

The irritated disgust in his voice made Edward and Baroque glance at each other, and found some surprise and displeasure on each other's faces.

"Well, this ...... It's about admission to the Magic Academy......" Edward began, making a final effort.

"Hmph, introduction? It's kind of a simple errand, well, by this time tomorrow, you can bring the guy who is going to enter the academy. ”

"No, Your Excellency, it's me who wants to enter the Academy......"

"Well, then...... Huh?" The mage's voice unsurprisingly raised his gaze from the pile of parchment, and a cold light had already gathered in his eyes, and he looked the hunter up and down for a long time, and he said coldly, "Just by your poor affinity for the magic web...... What do you think of the Spell Academy? You can get in if you pay the money, and you can be cool when you enter? Let me introduce you to a guy like you, how the fools in the academy who are above the top will laugh at me behind my back, you know?"

It's not the first time I've heard such caustic words, but the man in front of me seems to have some talent in this area—Edward sneered, thinking in his heart whether to return the favor. But at this moment, another voice made the thoughts in his heart turn again.

"Baron Danfang, the knight of the Guard, I ask to see His Excellency Lucian, the National Mage. The voice came from a small crystal on the mage's desk - obviously not the time, because the mage immediately gave a rough response: "What is the again?"

"That...... Mine, no, there has been a very egregious assassination in our jurisdiction, and in order to uphold the laws of the land, the justice of the matter ......" "Your Excellency Master Lucian, we need the help of your prophetic spells. ”

"Damn" the mage let out a low curse, and the armor stepped away again, then ...... Only then did he notice the two men who were still standing: "What are you still doing here? Hmm? What trouble are you trying to get me in?"

"Oh no, Lord Lucian...... In fact, I think I can help you with some of your troubles, just as you can help me......" Edward smiled and snapped his fingers lightly, "So, let's talk?"

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