Annan skillfully boiled water and poured himself a cup of tea.
Then he sat at the table and looked at Salvatore who was slumped in the chair: "What is the result of the analysis? Was it successful?"
"Of course it worked," Salvatore yawned and replied lazily, "It's almost dawn, why haven't you fallen asleep yet?"
"I guess I won't be able to sleep today."
The young lord sighed: "Just when you were analyzing in the basement, another big thing happened to us.
"Just now there were more than a hundred 'robbers' in the south of the city, with their faces covered and weapons, and more than fifty barrels of black fire, trying to sneak into the city."
Annan specifically pronounced the accent on the word "robber".
He believed that the other party would understand what he meant.
"...What? More than fifty barrels?"
Even Salvatore was shocked when he heard this amount.
He was obviously shocked by these words, and half of his yawns were choked back.
Because he knew very well how destructive more than fifty barrels of black fire could be.
For example, it only took a little over ten barrels of black fire to burn Don Juan's ship. If you want to ignite a house, you only need to dip an arrowhead wrapped in cotton cloth into the black fire.
, it will ignite immediately after hitting an object.
These fifty barrels of black fire...
As long as they are piled up around the house, not to mention Annan and Salvatore will be burned to death, and even the surrounding streets will be set on fire. After all, the sticky black flames cannot be extinguished with water, nor can they be isolated.
Air.
Once the two wizards Salvatore and Annan died, it would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with such dangerous flames.
"Yes, fifty barrels. Fortunately, my guards happened to be returning to Frozen Water Port today, and I met them on the way. Silver Lord bless me, my luck is not bad."
Annan put down the tea cup and said slowly: "My loyal and brave guards managed to sneak into the crowd, detonated some black fire, created chaos and burned most of the robbers to death. When I saw the fire rising, I took them with me.
The militiamen rushed over and killed the remaining robbers.
"There are still more than twenty barrels of black fire left. I sank them into ice water according to the preservation method you mentioned before. They were also covered with leaves to block the light, so they should not explode easily."
The reason why Annan didn't tell the truth here is also very simple.
Because the credibility of the truth may be much lower than that of lies...
Forty young swordsmen in their twenties and thirties who have not yet entered the ranks, can kill more than a hundred experienced private soldiers without death? Even fighting them with black fire barrels everywhere, but not even a single person can be killed.
Not burned?
If Annan told the truth, Salvatore would think that Annan was hiding something.
"Fifty barrels of black fire...they are too cruel."
Salvatore took a breath and clenched his fists in disbelief: "Where did Alvin Barber get the confidence? Isn't he afraid that we might survive?
"I am the son of the Black Tower of this generation, and you are the Old Crow...I mean, one of the only three sons of Count Geraint. No matter which one of us survives, he will not be able to survive!"
Just thinking about the possibility that after he came out of the basement and found himself in blazing flames with no way to escape and could only be roasted to death, Salvatore suddenly felt frightened.
"I've also thought about this problem."
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "And the conflict between us is actually far from that big. It's basically equivalent to a quarrel at a banquet, or a fight after drinking too much, and it won't make a big fuss at all.
level of human life.
"So, I can only think of one possibility..."
"You mean, it wasn't Alvin Barber who did it?" Salvatore quickly responded.
"At least he must have taken orders from others, or been instigated by others."
Annan replied affirmatively: "The older a person is, the more worries he has and the more afraid he is of death. If he were forty years younger, he might decide to kill someone in anger. It is even less likely that he would give away more than a hundred dollars for such a trivial matter.
If someone comes to die, his control over his private army will be greatly reduced..."
"Unless, this is not a trivial matter in the first place."
Salvatore took over what Annan said: "He is not seeking revenge on you for what happened before, but he has been planning to kill you from the very beginning - or destroy Frozen Water Port."
His heart suddenly became enlightened and he couldn't help but admire this young lord who was twelve or thirteen years old.
At least when he was this age, he was still catching fish by the river with a stupid look on his face. Not to mention calculating people's hearts and laying out strategies, he didn't even know a few big characters...
"It seems you found something from that black fire sample."
Watching Salvatore's expression carefully, Annan raised the corners of his mouth and smiled silently like a young fox: "Can you tell me?"
"It's not something that needs to be kept secret."
Salvatore coughed slightly in embarrassment: "Actually, I am the maker of these black fires."
Looking at Annan's suspicious eyes, he immediately explained: "I checked and found that they were my finished products at least five or six years ago. Although they were sold in the name of a teacher, they were actually made by me during my internship.
It’s produced...that’s why the stability is so poor.”
"Yes, I understand."
Annan nodded.
It is completely understandable that graduate students will occasionally be manipulated by their supervisors in this way...
However, Salvatore’s mentor...
"...You mean, Teacher Benjamin?"
"That's right."
Salvatore affirmed.
Anger also appeared in his eyes: "They originally planned to use the teacher's black fire to burn us to death. They used this method to shirk responsibility and frame the teacher for the blame. But they obviously did not check the marks in the black fire, otherwise
They will definitely find out that this black fire was not made by the teacher."
"No, not necessarily. After all, if you kill me, the result will be the same."
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "But this is a good thing."
"Good thing?"
"Of course it's a good thing, senior. Since the other party will make such a roundabout and extremely risky conspiracy, they have undoubtedly admitted that they do not have the power to resist us head-on. Then we at least don't have to worry about the extraordinary assassins."
The boy said slowly: "In this case, we are almost going to fight back."
"How to fight back?"
"An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, of course."
The corners of Annan's mouth raised slightly, and he waved his hands and said happily: "I'm going to put those black fires... back. Put them in his territory, put them in his home, and then... boom!
"Although the old man may have been coerced by others, whether his actions were true to his heart or not has nothing to do with me. Everyone knows now that we are the victims, and the power of righteous revenge is in our hands at the moment...
...No matter what you do, the most you can do is get scolded twice by someone who does good things.”
Annan said calmly: "Our actions are undoubtedly just, my friend. Justice means that you can do whatever you want."
Salvatore noticed that when Annan said this, his eyes were as cold as ice, without any fluctuation. It was as if he didn't care about human life at all...
Although Salvatore fully supports revenge,... at least when he says it, no matter whether he feels awkward, sad or excited, at least there will be some fluctuations in his heart.
But Annan didn't have such fluctuations. His tone was so calm, as if he was saying "move it from here to where." There was never any human emotion.
Salvatore could not even detect the joy of revenge, nor the hatred and anger when he was murdered.
Salvatore couldn't help but shudder.
It's like, like a real winter person...
Only those guys who believe in cold-blooded ladies will be born with such cold eyes.
Salvatore's heart trembled slightly.
All the supernatural powers in this world come from curses - everything.
Naturally, magic is not beyond this category.
Once the magic power of wizards is out of balance, they will lose control and be counterattacked by the curse they hold.
For example, the transformation wizard's body may be partially or completely transformed into stone statues or gold; the prophet wizard may see a large number of false and chaotic futures, and cannot tell whether he is in a dream or reality; the soul of the soul-stealing wizard may be
Being torn apart by the spirits entangled around him, or simply turning into a twisted monster that is half human and half spirit...
Even if there is no imbalance in their power, if they continue to violate the core curse of the school, they will be counterattacked.
The curse of the incompetent school is the gradual loss of emotion.
If a passionate wizard learns and imprints the spells of the incapacity school, he may even suffer from schizophrenia - every time he casts a spell, he will feel that a certain part of his emotions is frozen.
The feeling of suddenly attaching importance to, sometimes despising, sometimes resenting, and sometimes cold-bloodedness will gradually make people doubt whether the decisions they have made are based on their true intentions... and even gradually go crazy because of it.
On the contrary, people who are indifferent from the beginning are most suitable for in-depth study of the incapacitation school's spells.
The Principality of Winter even has a high-ranking wizard advanced profession called "Hand of Winter", which needs to be advanced by the Grand Duke of Winter himself. The conditions and curses are secret, and he is responsible for the internal surveillance and interrogation of the Principality of Winter.
But Salvatore still knows the ability of the Hand of Winter:
The legendary incapacitated wizard who completely froze his inner feelings is a watcher with no emotions.
The pure black ice condensed from the bottom of their hearts is enough to freeze the enemy's sense of time. The moment it touches it, it will make people lose their ability to resist. It can even completely freeze a certain memory of others or a certain emotion in their hearts.
Turn enemies into friends...and even make other people's spies forget their mission and concentrate on serving the Principality of Winter.
...Maybe Don Juan is not suitable to learn from him.
The most suitable place for him to stay is the country of eternal winter in the north. Only there can he realize what true coldness is and what ruthlessness is...in every sense.
Noah's Kingdom is still too warm.
...No, not only is it too warm, but the king has almost turned into a furnace recently, and I almost put His Majesty on the fire to roast him.
Everywhere in the kingdom was steaming hot, and it seemed that the entire Kingdom of Noah was about to turn into a mess...
But that’s fine.
At least people with feelings are much easier to get along with than monsters without feelings.
Salvatore sighed and said in a gentle tone: "You should get some sleep first. I will take people to recover those black fires and store them in the basement. When you get up tomorrow, I will tell you what to pay attention to.