"Swear to the gods of Brahma" is a seemingly ordinary form of oath, but in fact it is extremely weighty.
If someone else had said this, Shuge would have believed it more or less, but it happened to be Philip who said this.
Xiuge knew that none of this guy's words were credible. If he really believed in the gods of Brahma, he would not do such things.
So he just planned to wait for this guy to reveal the flaw in his words, and then use his own "method" to verify it bit by bit.
The stranger in front of him had a cruel smile on his face. Philip was completely panicked. He thought that the other person must be a killer sent to "kill people", and it seemed that he was also a spell caster... Only those damn wizards
Only when you are by your side will you be accompanied by these weird magical creatures!
"I really didn't leak the secrets, I really didn't do anything to betray Mr. Morel... I read all the articles in person before sending them out, and I gave the brotherhood all the help it needed."
Philip was panting and shaking, but the terrifying rat was standing next to his head, and he could even feel its cold and dark breath.
In front of all ordinary people, spellcasters still have terrible suppressive power. At least until now, this extraordinary status is still indestructible. Even Philip, who usually calls himself a master, is facing the consequences brought by magic.
When threatened with death, he is equally helpless.
So Shuge once again patted the other party's face with the crystal gun. He maintained that somewhat ferocious smile and said "comforting": "You don't have to be too nervous, Mr. Philip, I'm just paying tribute to Mr. Morel on behalf of Mr. Morel.
You are asking, as long as you answer my questions well, then maybe you will have a chance to enjoy everything you expect."
Hearing this, Phillip calmed down a little, but then he heard the other party say: "However, if anything you say is contrary to what we have discovered, or if you try to yell, then you must
You will regret it.”
This is a normal reaction. Anyone who sees such a large number of rats scurrying around their feet will feel frightened.
The cylindrical hard glass jar is evenly divided into three parts by special metal partitions. There is no problem with the separated medicines themselves, but when the user removes the metal partitions and shakes them quickly in his hand
Then, these mixed agents can create a sizable explosion.
Most of what he has to do has been completed. The running rat Snicki is also constantly searching for the entrance to the sewer in the nearby area. As long as he can find the entrance, Shuge will have the confidence to use his summons.
And the rats that were summoned successfully found a way out of Salem City.
The luggage on his back contained various magic and alchemy items. Most of them were legal, but of course many of them were contraband. This was normal, after all, for those experienced pharmacists and alchemy craftsmen.
For us, whether to do something or not is sometimes just a matter of whether to add money or not.
Extreme chaos swept the entire newspaper office in an instant as a sudden tide of rats came. But luckily, although these rats were extremely scary, they were all hurried on, or just scurrying through large and small gaps, and
There was no attack on any clerk.
The terrifying scene of Shuge performing magic and the severe physical pain made Philip almost faint. But Shuge, who understood that his lie had been exposed, was too lazy to pretend any longer. After Philip recovered slightly from the severe pain, he immediately caught him.
Looking at the other party, he asked: "Tell me, who is the designated person? What did Morel arrange for you to do?"
The negative emotions that once occupied Xiuge's heart surged again.
"Now, the arrangement of the Black Sun Society in Salem City has been greatly affected. They originally planned to use the changeling bugs to directly complete the replacement of the independent government of Salem City and the princes of the two countries who participated in the armistice agreement, but now,
Because of the regrets of the goblin mage Marcel, all the changelings were attracted here... The changelings who have had their stomachs full and have memories and bodies will no longer be attracted by the set beacons.
Already."
"ah?"
Under this situation, people did not notice that the door to Editor-in-Chief Philip's office opened. Likewise, they did not see that an ordinary young man mixed into the crowd and screamed along with several other clerks.
He screamed and ran away from the newspaper office.
Philip was out of breath, and his voice was broken: "It's someone from the independent government... Ha, Ms. Haya, she is responsible for planning the celebration interviews and parade route."
Philip's head was covered with sweat. Fortunately, the spellcaster in front of him didn't seem to pay attention to his nightlife. He heard the other party ask: "As far as I know, the things Mr. Morel told you have not been completed yet?
Do you regret wanting to leave in such a hurry?"
Thinking of this, the scenes in the city he saw with his own eyes, the newspaper he bought during the day, and the miserable look of Philip when he was completely overwhelmed by the rats he summoned all came to mind.
Philip's mood was a little excited, so the running rat next to him neighed at the right time, causing Philip to lower his voice again.
Under the current situation, any slightest disturbance will spread throughout the city in an instant.
This kind of performance is somewhat excessive, but Xiuge doesn't want to delve into the reason now.
The tentacle that pierced Phillip's thigh trembled slightly, sending another wave of sharp pain throughout Phillip's body.
After it became completely dark, Shuge finally returned to House No. 37 next to Rowe Square.
Therefore, under Shuge's order, the running rat "Snitch" further relaxed its grip on Philip, and Shuge officially began the first "interrogation" in his life.
Shuge stood outside the group of rats and whispered to Philip: "I'm sorry, Mr. Philip, you have to die here... I am not judging you, but I need you to give them a word for me."
Probably because he had suffered all the bad luck before, he finally encountered no accidents during his trip and return. House No. 37 was also extremely peaceful. Those changelings who were getting familiar with their memories and body shapes now
They were moving cautiously within the confines of the mansion. They all showed strong fear of Shuge's return. Some of them even followed the habits of the giant-eared goblins and tried to kneel down to show their respect to Shuge.
.
"No, of course not!"
A large amount of magic power was injected into Snitch's body following Shuge's thoughts. It immediately raised its head excitedly, opened its mouth, and let out a silent neigh.
He has told everything he knows, and his spirit is on the verge of collapse under the torture inflicted by Na Xiuge. Now he only hopes that his sincerity and humbleness can earn the other party's mercy. For this reason, he even does not hesitate to put his own life at risk.
He presented his check, just asking the mage in front of him to keep his word and spare his life.
As if given an order, slight vibrations came from all directions. The walls, floors, ceilings, and cabinets of all sizes all came out with the faint sound of rats running around.
He trembled and said: "Sir, you know, the city is not safe now, so I plan to leave the city first... The work has been arranged, and there will be a dedicated person in charge of the interviews of the two princes, so there will be no problem."
The door of the office was open, and a shuddering smell wafted out, so the clerks walked in tremblingly. However, the scene that appeared in front of them made them run away amidst screams, screams and retching.
About half an hour later, the chaos stopped with the departure of these restless rats. The clerks who had recovered from the panic returned to the newspaper office tremblingly. They looked around in the mess, and finally discovered that their
I don't know where the editor-in-chief went.
However, its power is not yet easy to evaluate.
Among these things, the most powerful ones should be a few bottles of special alchemical potions.
In Philip's extremely horrified eyes, rats emerged from every corner one after another. They quickly surrounded him, and a few of them were so bold that they even climbed onto the wound on his thigh.
He looked like a bandit who had finished his robbery.
He consciously suppressed his voice, fearing that it would be too loud to attract the attention of the clerks outside. He began to explain his itinerary these days and everything he had participated in, even where he had spent the night and visited.
Which lady, she said it clearly.
…
Snitch's three long tails that had been relaxed before tightened again, tightly strangling Philip's throat, while Shuge raised his palms, and two terrifying black Charron's Touch appeared in the office. They were slightly
It swung for a moment, then thrust downwards, mercilessly piercing Phillip's fat thigh.
The strange young man seemed quite satisfied with the outcome of the conversation. He stood up and collected the crystal gun, the check and the coins on Philip.
Before he finished speaking, the running rat and Shuge made moves at the same time.
The riots in the city made many magic items that can provide self-defense and house protection very popular, and Shuge used his superficial understanding of magic and magic, as well as the funds obtained from Philip, to gain an absolute advantage.
Phillip swallowed hard, and then he nodded.
Huge stood next to Philip. This time, he did not deliberately change his voice. He just said in Huge Ernst's voice: "I'm afraid you have been deceived. The pass Morel gave you is not at all
There is no way for you to leave the city. Salem City has been completely sealed by magic rituals. If you go through the city gate, you will only be crushed into a pulp by the ritual venue."
Shuge's concept of this thing is a homemade bomb in the magical world.
"This, this...I..."
Xiuge finally asked some key things, and he immediately followed up: "Arranged people? You don't handle such an important matter yourself, but arrange for others to do it?"
After all, he is a human being who has been in various circles for many years. Philip immediately reacted: "No! You are not..."
Hearing this familiar voice, Philip's eyes widened. He struggled to speak, but the running rat tightened its tail at Shuge's signal.
"Well!!!!"
While sorting out the magic items he had gotten back, Xiuge made a calculation in his mind: "Philip is mixed in between multiple forces. His death itself may also be a deterrent to the three known forces. I hope they will become stronger as a result."
Be cautious, and even change your original thoughts and plans, rather than insisting on pushing everything here to the end..."
"It's not easy, Mr. Philip. At this time, you can still think of going out for fun? Are you so unable to control yourself? Huh?"
"..."
Hearing this sentence, Philip was stunned for a moment: "But that is the person appointed by Mr. Morel..."
The horrific scenes and restless magic seemed to awaken the devil in the young man's heart.
Although walking through underground sewers makes people feel disgusting, under the current circumstances, this can be regarded as the preferred answer.
As the creator of two consecutive "horror legends" in Salem City, he did not want to express any opinions.
Faced with the imminent shadow of death, Philip showed unprecedented cooperation.
In addition to this thing, Xiuge also bought two sharpened daggers and daggers, a foldable hand crossbow equipped with arrows, and a bunch of magic crystals that were being sold at a low price.
As well as masks produced in the Kingdom of Votel, which are provided to crystal miners and workshop workers to isolate toxic gases.
In the evening, when Shuge walked out of an alchemy shop in Mrs. Small's shopping street, he had already heard the people's discussion about the "Rat Feast".
"have……"
Shuge even suspected that if he pressed him further, this guy would even be able to clearly describe the details of his "visit"!
"What a pity, Mr. Philip."
"I didn't know him, I just knew he was a scholar... He asked me to prepare a manuscript and give it to a member of the fraternity!"
In other words, this is a crude alchemical bomb.
Of course, no matter how much these alchemy shops desire to make money, they always have a sense of proportion and bottom line. Although Xiuge has tried his best to ask them to provide them with products that are powerful and effective, the actual effectiveness of these things has always been
It cannot be compared with the two alchemy bombs that Xiuge exchanged from the Dream Sanctuary.
A moment later, Shuge's cold question came again: "Besides you, who else knows about the interview arrangement?"
Anyway, he has contributed enough other stories in the past, including these two.
There were exclamations from women and angry curses from men outside the office.
So he couldn't help but raise his fist and hit the table hard. Because of the great force, the daggers and hand crossbows placed on the table jumped up.
There were footsteps at the door of the room. Xiuge stopped and turned around to look, only to see Weilin standing at the door holding a water glass, looking at him quietly.
She did not walk into the room, but placed a thin note on the cabinet next to the door: "Mr. Shuge, it is normal to have emotional problems in special periods, but the more it is at this time, the more difficult it is to have emotional problems." You should stay calm...at least you should be quiet and not disturb my thinking."
"If you really feel that the night is difficult, you might as well take a look at these notes. They are some of the records I took when I was learning magic in the past. Maybe they will be helpful to you."