As a landlord, the great magician Kabanbai had to send this junior Dharma Saint away and discuss some aftermath if something like this happened again. Whether it was the other party who brought people to destroy the place or the person who caused the damage to the place.
They were all killed, and as a Dharma Saint, he was stabbed with a sword! Both sides must give an explanation for this nonsense.
Lin, on the other hand, watched them leave, then turned and walked towards the room where the printing press was installed.
Along the way, the magicians and apprentices who had come out to greet the Dharma Saint retreated to both sides, lowering their heads and not saying a word. They were frightened.
They had never thought about a conflict with the Empire's First Magic Brigade. They actually won the fight, and they never thought about it. When the Dharma Saint knelt on the ground, everyone just felt like
It's like a dream.
One of the reasons why it's so hard to believe this is true is that it all happened so fast. It was over before they even figured out which side they were going to take.
So when the man who, according to their original understanding, had no merit except for mathematics, the elusive magic, and a lich, walked past them, no one dared to raise their heads and look at him. They all retreated.
, made way.
The footsteps were heavy, the atmosphere was dull, and the corridor of the Mathematics Building seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dead silence. However, someone still did not speak, as if they were feeling uncomfortable, and asked someone: "Hey, you are not doing well today.
Yes. Did you not sleep well yesterday?"
Lin replied: "Congratulations, it has nothing to do with you."
"You look like you're going to go to the dark side of the Force, and you say you have nothing to do with me?"
"I want to step on anyone who catches me. I've been putting up with it for so long. Sometimes I don't want to put up with it anymore. Is it still bothering you?"
Responding to someone's angry reply, Haggiri suddenly turned around and said, "Just say whatever you are worried about her."
"Who am I to worry about? Not to mention her safety, no one else needs to worry about it."
A certain sword smiled. Looking at someone's furious look, the group of unlucky ghosts who died miserably before had indeed been swept away by the typhoon. Otherwise, how could this guy have been chopped off as soon as he said it was necessary? Not even one of them showed any obvious hostility.
The big shots were all stabbed, and their lives were almost lost. This guy couldn't beat the guy who didn't go home last night; if he could win, he wouldn't be a horrible lover.
Haggiri continued to argue with someone: "You know clearly that what I'm talking about is not about safety, sultry man. If you don't say some things to her yourself, it will be useless even if others say a hundred words. So this matter
, you can only solve it yourself, no one can help."
"Quiet! Believe it or not, I will save money and not build a magic tower. I will build a huge underground tomb and throw you in there. Even if you are Hakakiri and there is nothing to restrain you, I don't believe that in this situation,
You can also destroy the entire underground palace."
In an angry voice, Lin walked into the room where the printing press was installed with a box cutter in hand. It was only his conversation with Tsurugi that aroused the attention of everyone in the room.
"Don't, don't be like this, we really have a companion who is treated like this. I don't want to have the same experience."
"Well, when you mention this, do you want me to help you rescue him? Or should I help him change places with you?"
"No, don't do this either. That guy is a trouble. He is locked up like this because we gave you humans advice. If he is released, who will he cause trouble for?"
Lin raised Hakiri again and said, "How bad is that guy who would be called troublesome by someone with a hopeless character like yours?"
"Let's put it this way, he can be regarded as the only one among us who regards himself as a weapon and happily performs the duties of a weapon. He especially loves to destroy his fellow humans to prove his strength."
"Just listening to it makes me feel terrible." During this time together, Lin also understood that Haggiri's swordsmen are not just weapons. It is true that those who hold them use them as weapons, but this
It doesn't mean that they like this arrangement, they just want to compromise and cooperate with the holder. After all, they need someone who can take them to travel and talk to them.
However, the kind of alien in the box is really hard to imagine. "There are some of you with this troublesome personality."
"Yes. According to your statement, it is a blackened Hakiri. Demon God King? Insado, this is his self-proclaimed name, although I don't know who gave him the name of the second grader, and
Or how he came up with it himself. As for his appearance, I don’t know what he will look like.”
As soon as Haggiri mentioned this name, everyone in the room was suddenly startled and froze for a moment. Then they looked around to make sure there was no one there, and then resumed their normal activities.
And this scene, of course, fell into the eyes of one person who was involved in the conversation. Haggiri said in an annoyed voice: "It seems that they have heard of this name. It feels pretty bad. Has he been released?"
Someone whose attention had been diverted casually said: "Ask?" With just such a sentence, everyone could see that everyone was avoiding someone's eyes, and even hid against the wall or in a corner, trying to hide themselves in a way that they couldn't.
Hidden. It looks like you are telling someone something. Don't ask him. It's best not to even mention it.
Lin was thinking about asking someone to question him to see what they knew. Haggiri helped them out first and said to someone: "Anyway, if you encounter him, just take a detour."
"Hey, you can't beat the opponent?"
"The most important thing is that it's very troublesome. I don't want to have anything to do with him at all. Don't you want to start the printing press? Hurry up, hurry up, I also want to see what the printing press will look like after it is started." Hagiri looked around.
He urged someone to say.
But being interrupted by a certain sword, Lin seemed to have forgotten his original negative emotions, and said: "Over there in the Dream Tower, if you want to see the simulation effect, you don't need help from others at all. You can start it how you want.
, and you can also see better and larger printing presses.”
"You said it was a simulation. It doesn't feel like looking at the real thing. Hurry up, hurry up. Don't you have a lot of things to do later and have time to procrastinate here?"
At the other end, the Dharma Saint and a group of others got on the leaving carriage. On the carriage, Babak Abu Nahan's students were busy untying their teacher's clothes and preparing for emergency treatment of the injury. The Great Magician
Attila was sitting directly opposite and asked: "Didn't you put on the elf mithril mail armor? You were pierced by a sword."
The sour Dharma Saint looked at his friend angrily and allowed his student to take off his robe, revealing the silver chainmail that was faintly glowing underneath. When Attila saw it, he said: "Yes.
Ah, it’s this one. Could it be that you... you’re wearing it! Could it be that you sold the original one and exchanged it for a piece of scrap metal to make up the money?”
"I've only ever had one trump card to save my life."
"Is it really the elf chain armor that was bitten by the golden dragon but failed to bite through?"
"That's it."
"So what's that sword about? It's sharper than the teeth of a golden dragon!" Attila asked in surprise.
Golden dragons are recognized by fans as the most physically destructive species, especially those teeth that break whatever they bite, with few exceptions.
The Elf Mithril Mail Armor worn by Babak Abunahan is a technology specially provided by the royal family of the Elf Empire in the past. It is light and thin, does not interfere with the wearer's use of magic and perceives magic power, and at the same time provides powerful defense.
Strength can be said to be his most important reliance in conquering the north and south.
"Everyone only noticed the man's movement magic, or was deceived by another lich with the name of the Demon King. It seemed that the man only had these two things to pay attention to. They didn't think about the sword that needed attention.
The key point. In my impression, there seemed to be intelligence that it was a hakakiri that could talk, and then there was no other key point. But that sword read my thoughts. How could I pay attention to this alone?
Nothing too much.”
As a magician who has reached the level of Babak Abu Nahan, he attaches great importance to mental protection and soul protection. He is very clear about what Shakiri's thoughts were when he came into contact with him. That is
Only the thoughts that are floating on the surface, that is, the things that are being thought about, will be glimpsed by the sword.
If the other party really knows the most important secret in his heart, there will be no room for change. If he doesn't do it, he will die or I will die. Fortunately, it didn't reach that point. But he doesn't do it either.
I can guarantee that if you continue to have that sword stuck in your body, you will be able to prevent more secrets in your heart from being revealed.
Dharma Saint Babak Abu Nahan breathed a sigh of relief. "Really, this man still has too many secrets. This is not the time to deal with him." Although he did not bring all the belongings for fighting with him, this accident happened.
Failed. But even if he was fully armed, he was not sure of victory.
After taking off the Elf Mithril Mail Armor, everyone looked at the lock rings, which were so fine that they were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. They were densely interlocked and were as flawless as a work of art. There was actually a gap in the chest and back. But when the lock rings
When the armor was leveled, it was as if the gap did not exist and was not visible for a while.
Looking at the wound on Babak Abu Nahan's body, if it weren't for the bloodshot that kept coming out, no one could tell where the wound was. This only meant one thing, the sword was so sharp that no one could imagine it.
level. Therefore, the tissues around the wound will not be damaged, there will be no ectropion, and there will be no adhesion. Compared with this new wound, the old scar next to it is still more obvious.
Attila checked the injuries of his companions and asked: "From the appearance, there is no big problem. How do you feel? Are there any broken bones?"
At the same time, Attila pressed on the wound. The pain made Babak Abunahan grit his teeth and gasped. He cursed: "Don't be so rough, and I'll be fine."
"It's really unbelievable. Such a beautiful wound. Find a priest and recite the healing spell, and no one else will be able to tell that there was any injury here."
"If you like to appreciate it so much, go and get a sword yourself, then go home and watch it slowly."
He took out a bottle of healing potion, first sprinkled half of it on the wounds on his chest and back, and poured the remaining half into the mouth of his injured friend. The great magician Attila asked: "Then what are you going to do next?" ?”
"What to do?"
"That's a lot of people dead. Nine of them died in one breath, almost two teams. Even if they died because they took on private jobs, there must be an explanation from the military department. This is still under your nose. happened."