Four hundred and eightieth chapter three iron hoops
William was thinking so much that his mouth was almost watering.
Suddenly, "da... da... da..." the rapid sound of horse hoofs came from below, interrupting William's thoughts.
William looked down and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a guard, riding on a black horse, galloping towards the outside of the castle.
None of the castle guards along the way stood up to stop him. Instead, they respectfully gave way to the way. This shows that the status of this middle-aged man in the castle is not low.
"Master, master, this man's heart is about to burst." The magic mirror glanced down and noticed something unusual about the middle-aged man in the guard, and reported to William.
"My heart is about to burst? Oh, are you hurt in any way?" William said casually after hearing what the magic mirror said.
This attitude is normal.
As William becomes more and more powerful, ordinary people will become increasingly out of his sight. At the same time, the magic radiation in his body will become higher and higher, and his influence on others will become greater and greater.
If his strength reaches a certain limit, the creatures that stay around him for a long time may be radiated by his magic power and transformed into a creature similar to a dependent, driven and controlled by him.
Just like the dragon in Western mythology.
"Master, Master, this person's body has not detected damage from external force. The heart rupture is due to other reasons." The magic mirror does not have human emotions, and it answers William's question in the same formula as before.
"Oh, what's the reason?" William asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, looking at the middle-aged guard who was speeding away.
"Master, Master, his psychological pain was too strong, which caused his physical heart to crack." The magic mirror told William the results it detected.
"You mean, he was heartbroken to the point of being heartbroken?" When William heard this answer, his face couldn't help but he was startled, and he asked immediately.
"Yes, Master!" Mo Jingyan said concisely.
"Haha..." A strange smile appeared on William's face, "In my previous life, I always heard that someone was broken up in love, and one party was so sad that his heart was broken."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... I thought it was just a literary exaggeration, but I didn't expect that it really hurt my heart to the point of breaking my heart. It's true... the ancients never deceived me!" William shook his head and talked to himself.
The wind rustled around him.
William became a little interested in him.
"Mirror, where did he come from?" William asked.
The magic mirror began to trace the source, and soon it found the answer from the smell left by the man. As soon as the mirror flashed, it transmitted a picture into William's mind.
It was a luxurious room with a burning fireplace and a depressing atmosphere.
In the center of the room is a luxurious large bed.
A sick old man was covered with a valuable velvet quilt. From time to time he would cough violently, like a ventilator, as if he might die at any time.
The magic mirror also judged this way.
"Master, this old man is the Grand Duke of this principality, Hasmah XI. Judging from his physical condition, he is about to die and won't last long!"
"Oh!" William responded noncommittally, not paying much attention to it. The power and position among mortals, to him now, were just like the sand and stones on the roadside, no stranger to them.
Just like when he first learned about the existence of the extraordinary system of wizards, he gave up a large area of his previous territory without any hesitation and embarked on the path of pursuing power.
Because William understands very well that without strength, no matter how large his territory is, he is just like a sand sculpture on the seashore. When the sea water rises, he will be smashed to pieces.
"When the front wave dies, the back wave will take over? Then is this guard going to find the successor of Hasmah XI?" William is still interested in the middle-aged male guard, "But why is he heartbroken?"
William felt a strong sense of curiosity in his heart, and as soon as he thought about it, he disappeared where he was.
There is only a big, round moon hanging high in the sky, quietly spreading its cold brilliance to the earth.
In Greek mythology, Artemis, the twin sister of the sun god Apollo, is the god of the moon, the goddess of hunting, the mistress of beasts and the lord of the wilderness, and one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.
The priesthood is vast and the authority is astonishing.
It’s just that the original Lord of Holy Light overturned the throne of the Old Sun. Is the Moon God still there?
Where is Apollo, the sun god?
What about God King Zeus?
Also, who is the Lord of Holy Light and where does he come from?
These thoughts flashed through William's mind and dissipated as his voice disappeared.
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South of Salzburg, there is a brightly lit blacksmith shop.
The middle-aged male guard stopped here, and after tying up the horses, he squeezed in through the door of the blacksmith shop, which was narrower and shorter than the regular door. He saw a man who was only half the height of the middle-aged male guard and had a beard as thick as a forest.
Dwarf man.
The dwarf man looked drunk, holding a large hammer that was not commensurate with his height in his strong right hand, hammering a flaming red sword embryo.
"Karas!" the middle-aged guard man said in a low and authentic voice.
"Henry, it's so late, why do you have time to take care of my blacksmith shop? Does your Highness the Prince have something new for me to build? Haha, I am the only one in Salzburg who can do it with my craftsmanship.
Satisfy your prince's various bizarre hobbies!" The dwarf man glanced sideways at the middle-aged male guard and said loudly while continuing to strike iron tools.
Although he was short, his voice was loud and as dull as a drum.
"It's not His Highness the Prince's request! It's me!" Henry, the middle-aged male guard, took a step forward, leaned forward, and stared at the dwarf blacksmith Karas.
Henry once heard his learned prince say that Karas is likely to have the blood of some strange races from ancient times, so he has an innate talent for blacksmithing.
There is no better blacksmith in Salzburg than him.
As long as you can tell it, he can help you create it.
Of course, I have never been polite about the price.
"You? This is really rare! Well, seeing as your prince has earned so many gold coins for me and bought a lot of spirits, I can give you a friendly price! Tell me, what do you want, a sword?
? Or a spear? Or a dagger? Or something else." Karas put the hammered sword embryo into the cold water. The cold and hot alternated, and suddenly there was a sizzling sound and a white mist appeared.
"No! Karas, I ask you to help me make iron hoops! Three iron hoops!" Henry said with a very serious look.
"Three iron hoops? Hahaha, Henry, I'm not telling you, you only have two heads on your body, how can you use three iron hoops? If it is used at the back, it should be an iron cover. You nobles have so many tricks!