The magician in white, who calls himself the French Caster, has a gentle smile and looks like a gentle teacher. His elegant temperament, combined with his well-tailored and yet decorated white robe, makes him look very much like Yagi Yukisaimi
The more capable magicians are, the more they like this ordinary and unusual clothing style.
However, precisely because of this, Yagi Xuezai's narrowed eyes could reflect...a certain cold evil intention in him.
Without any reason, he intuitively felt that this person was unreliable.
Probably, this is the so-called dislike of a gentleman. When he sees such a humble gentleman, he always feels that he is a hypocrite.
"Then, let's chat casually?"
The French caster ignored the caution in his eyes, smiled, and started talking about various topics.
For example, the city of Lyon originally had no city walls. He temporarily used magic to mass-produce bricks and stones, and then laid them with magic to strengthen them, and then piled them up. Compared with ordinary city walls, the defensive power is better.
For flying dragons that can fly freely, the city wall should have no defense. However, it is different when it is laid with magic. It creates a conceptual defensive space similar to [enchantment]. If the flying dragons do not destroy the city wall, they will
The city wall cannot be crossed.
Also, he improved many rifles for the French army, and added magic inside them. During the firing of bullets, magic would be added to the barrels of the rifles.
Similar to how the rifling marks will remain on the bullet when a rifled gun is fired, this time the magic spell that becomes the inner wall will stick the magic power to the bullet.
The effect is minimal, and it can at least do some damage to fantasy creatures like flying dragons.
If hundreds or even thousands of magic rifles were fired in volley, it would not have any effect.
Before Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others arrived, it was thanks to these weapons that this place was able to withstand the attacks of flying dragons.
Of course, there was also the communication technique of Chaldea in the topic. At the end of the conversation, he squatted down and touched the traces painted by Yagi Xuezai with his hands, because there was no destruction, and Yagi had no organization, although he just
Looking at the finished product, I still simply speculated on its effect and gave three improvement plans.
He seems to be a very talkative person.
Since the topic of improvement began, he has been talking non-stop. He continues to explain the relevant knowledge of magic, just like a professor explaining to his beloved apprentice.
If you have dealt with an old professor who has extensive knowledge, you will have experience. If you have a good relationship with the professor, he will always subconsciously explain more things to you, hoping to make you understand more. As a result, the topic will get out of hand.
Without realizing it, Yagi Xuezai wasted a lot of time talking to him. Mordred had already yawned more than a dozen times out of boredom. She was so bored that she started to try to pull weeds, and at first she tried to blow the grass leaves.
Later, I found out that there was no artistic talent in my family, so I started to compare the lengths of cut grass blades for fun.
"I'm sorry, I can't stop talking about a topic I like. It's really hard to change this problem."
The French caster smiled slightly and looked at Yagi with a shy and embarrassed expression. About two hours have passed since the beginning of the chat. Judging from the level of [chatting], he is considered to be very talkative.
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"It's okay. We're already busy with things here anyway. We're not in a hurry."
Yagi Yukisai is not lying. There is plenty of time now before Robin Hood comes back and Fujimaru Ritsuka wakes up.
"That's good."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Yagi Xuezai thought about it, and just made an excuse to leave. The other party obviously felt that he had delayed for too long, where would he be left? As if he had been given a magic lesson in the clock tower, Yagi Xuezai felt resentful.
Finally returned to the room previously assigned to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
However, Robin Hood has been waiting here for a long time.
Next to him, there was a man who looked very important. Under his curled hair, he had a confident face, and his appearance was very majestic.
However, this majesty is now hidden by a thick smile, and it is not very real.
The first impression is that he is a very spiritual man, full of energy, dreams, and very confident.
"Oh, I'm back. How was your conversation with our French saint in white? [Joan of Arc's partner]."
This point was broken when someone came up.
Yagi Xuezai looked at Robin Hood in surprise. The orange-haired guy just showed a cheerful smile with his droopy eyes:
"No problem, Mr. Robespierre is not the kind of guy who doesn't know right from wrong."
Robespierre?!
Yagi Xuezai was stunned, that was a famous person in a history textbook!
Judging from his high-spirited appearance, there is indeed a kind of magnanimity that only the leader of a certain faction can have.
According to legend, Robespierre created far-reaching new laws. According to legend, Robespierre was also a "tyrant" who would not hesitate to use terror and bloody methods to suppress those who opposed him.
But this is all passed down by later generations.
In any case, in France at the end of the eighteenth century, Robespierre was a great figure standing at the forefront of the times. This is unmistakable.
This can be reflected in many details. For example, now, facing [Joan of Arc], whose face makes everyone scared to death, he is still calm and composed.
"I understand. Although the faces are exactly the same, there is no doubt that this saint is more holy than the black witch. I can also understand why you showed up in France - it must be Lian Shenming
Everyone is recognizing my great deeds. The greatest decision-making power of mankind should not be concentrated in the hands of kings and nobles, but should be returned to the hands of the common people. Therefore, God has sent Joan of Arc to assist me, Rob
Spier. Yeah. I can understand."
His words were full of confidence.
It sounds a bit too self-aware, but if you look carefully, this is probably inseparable from his status and life.
As the leader of a faction, as a politician in a feudal society who longed for the utopia of a communist society, as an ordinary man who dared to go against the entire era and was at the forefront of the entire era, if he did not have absolute confidence in his own actions,
, would never dare to go against the entire society.
His self-confidence comes from his own beliefs, his own abilities, half a lifetime of study, half a lifetime of hard work, the soldiers gathered around him, like-minded comrades around him, and of course, the French Caster, Robin Hood, and now Joan of Arc.
and others, all gathered under his banner.
All of these finally accumulate into a fortress called self-confidence. That seemingly proud attitude is the affirmation of one's half-life hard work.
Although he does seem arrogant, surprisingly he doesn't make people feel annoying.
With a proud smile and a reassuring nasal voice, he was like a concert conductor, his hands slowly falling with his breath, as if leaving the most important conductor to the orchestra.
"Thank you for coming all the way to protect us. Fight the evil king who summoned the witch, and dedicate your strength to the most ordinary and broad public. Such behavior - it is simply a saint."
He spoke with exaggerated movements like a drama actor.
No matter what, at least everyone finally saw the most important character of this era, Robespierre, and his proud Accords.