Everyone may have memories of the teacher tapping the blackboard with a blackboard eraser during class to keep the students below quiet.
That kind of anxious, hysterical shouting made the teacher on the podium no longer elegant, and also made the atmosphere in the entire classroom full of opposition and disharmony.
At this moment, Alves was in a much more elegant state. He just stood there and said something full of threats to Herman in a not high-pitched tone.
He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but to Herman's ears, this trivial matter was definitely not a trivial matter.
The next second, Heman felt that his hair stood on end, as if he was being targeted by a giant beast. He immediately slammed the table hard on instinct and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Shut up, everyone."
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Obviously, if a student representative shouts this in class, the effect of shutting me up is obviously more lethal than if the teacher shouts this sentence.
No matter whether he is the top student in the school or not, or how much prestige he has in the class, everyone will stop at a loss and look at this classmate who is yelling at the top of his voice, as if he is a fool.
And at this time, Heman's shout was like this. Everyone stopped noisy and looked at Heman in a daze, wondering why he bothered everyone to vent their dissatisfaction.
He himself was very embarrassed. He could only stand there, enjoying the gazes of so many people, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
After all, he just reacted subconsciously out of desperation. Now that he has calmed down, he doesn't know whether Alves is just threatening him or whether he is serious about it.
"Do you think I'm joking with you? I have a lot of work to do every day, more than you can imagine." Alves spoke impatiently, his tone full of condescension.
This may be his usual attitude when talking to his subordinates, the attitude a magician should have.
Although magicians no longer continue to be superior to mortals, any strong man with powerful power will have a little pride in his own flesh and blood.
Even in the earth's civilization, a half-god and half-immortal who can live for hundreds of years and masters some magic will have a little sense of superiority when facing ordinary people, right?
Perhaps, this familiar tone gave Herman a familiar feeling. He shivered, and subconsciously bent down and bowed his head, making a submissive appearance.
At this time, Heman, a lowly nobleman, finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from.
When the demons invaded before, the demon commanders talked to him like this, and he could only make this kind of submissive action to save his own life.
He betrayed the nobles who were unwilling to surrender and sacrificed the flesh and blood of many civilians. Only then did he maintain his own glory and wealth, and achieve his current status and glory.
The genes of his ancestors who had bowed down to magicians were also buried deep in his body, causing him to show his servility involuntarily and look so wretched.
"You, what did you just say..." In the end, Herman decided to test it out to see if he could regain his place.
Although he felt a little guilty, he still knew some of the laws of the Elanthir Empire. He knew that his status was the same as that of the magician in front of him, and the other party did not dare to blatantly use magic to burn it.
Die a mortal.
In other words, even if the other party wants to take action, they will not be so reckless. We can still sit down and have a good talk, talk about interests and other things, and give each other a step forward.
Unfortunately, he still underestimated the determination of the Eilanhir Empire to control the southern region, and also underestimated the pride of a magician who had been in a high position for a long time.
"I don't have time to play with you, so I plan to solve the problem now." As Alves said, he motioned to a guard who had been standing behind him and put the paper and pen he had prepared on the table.
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"Write down the location where you hide the gold coins, and leave a way to contact the private army..." As he said, he pushed the paper to the middle of the table with his hand, and ordered: "If you don't write it down, don't do it."
If you blame me, you won’t be polite!”
"You're welcome? What can you do if you're welcome?" A plump nobleman had long been unhappy with Heman's shouts and the sudden silence of the scene. He slapped the table hard and asked loudly.
This nobleman is really confident, because he also believes that Alves looks strong, but in fact he does not dare to do anything excessive to them!
But, unfortunately, he was wrong. In this place, the price for making a mistake is to pay for it with your own life.
Just when he was about to continue roaring at Alves, he felt that his mouth suddenly became dry.
As if he was in the desert, he felt very thirsty, and his whole tongue felt like a salted fish being exposed to the sun.
He felt that his mouth had lost consciousness, so he grabbed the wooden water cup in front of him, poured the boiled water in it that he had not thought was clean enough before, and poured it into his mouth in one breath.
Because of the excessive movement and the difficulty in controlling his hands, some water even surged onto his face, slid down his cheeks, onto his thick neck, and poured in along his neck.
into his expensive hand-sewn clothes.
When a whole glass of cold water was poured into his mouth, the fat noble found that his mouth still felt dry. He grabbed another person's water glass and poured it into his mouth again.
It's a pity that when he was doing all this, he was in a trance, so his movements began to deform, and the whole glass of water poured on his face.
"What...did you do to me?" He asked Alves vaguely, because he saw a huge magic circle behind him flashing a strange light.
At this moment, he could no longer care about his own image and no longer had the courage to be arrogant. He struggled to grab another water glass and poured it on his face desperately.
"What did you do to him?" Only then did Herman recall his ancestors' fear of magicians. It was a kind of awe of the gods, a fear from the bottom of the heart.
Demons are not the only ones in this world who can easily kill a person, magicians can too.
After questioning, Herman found that Alves had no intention of answering his question, so he quickly turned his head and looked at the fat nobleman on the other side.
Of course he knew the other person. This fat man was his loyal follower. The two had a very good personal relationship, and of course they were very similar in character. They were both ruthless people who would do anything for wealth, and they were also "Grandet" who never spared a cent.
However, when he looked at the familiar fat man, he found that his body had become a whole circle thinner than the one he was familiar with before.
That huge, plump body was collapsing little by little for some unknown reason, as if the fat inside had been "fried" in a frying pan.
Of course, the reason why he described it this way was because Herman actually saw white smoke with the aroma of meat evaporating from the side of the familiar fat noble.
"Water...Help, help! Water, give me water..." The fat man didn't know whether it was a flashback or an extraordinary performance. He jumped up and climbed onto the table, grabbed one water glass after another, and poured the water on it without hesitation.
on his face.
It's a pity that he poured glass after glass of water, but it still failed to alleviate the disaster he was encountering. Soon, black smoke came out of his mouth, and his fat and ugly face was distorted and turned red, and then he was
The roaring flames burned through it.
He was ignited alive by the flames in his body. No matter how hard he struggled or rolled, the flames still devoured his body, roasting his internal organs and fat until bursts of fragrance came out.
This may be a cruel way to die. In full view of everyone, a lively person was roasted into a shriveled corpse.
Seeing that the fat man who might have weighed three hundred kilograms had now turned into a mummy-like corpse, Herman suddenly felt a sinister wind blowing behind him, which frightened him and made him stiffen.
"Ugh..." When the fat man's mummy finally became paralyzed on the table and stopped moving, a young noble finally couldn't bear it any longer and lowered his head and retched.
Because he disliked the unrefined breakfast, he hadn't eaten anything yet. As a result, there was nothing in his stomach to vomit, so he could only regurgitate some stomach acid.
The sound of his vomiting echoed in the quiet room. Princess Jessica, who had closed her eyes long ago, frowned, said not to do this next time, turned around, left her seat, and walked out of the barracks.
Alves bowed slightly to see the princess off, then turned around, looked at a room full of pale old nobles and old bureaucrats, and asked: "Now, the question is simple, are you ready to die?"
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"Creak..." Accompanied by a sudden friction sound, Herman pulled out the chair next to him and sat back at the table.
Without hesitation, he grabbed a piece of white paper in the distance, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the location where he hid his property as quickly as possible.
Because his fingers were trembling all the time, he frequently made mistakes in writing, and from time to time he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his hand. However, he never paused and did not dare to neglect even for a second.
"Squeak...squeak..." After a brief daze, everyone pulled up the chairs next to them, snatched the white paper on the table, and turned a blind eye to the corpse of their companion who was roasted alive and mummified in the middle of the table.
