Chapter 37 Preparing for Advancement

Annan skillfully boiled the 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, is it successful?"

"Naturally it succeeded," Salvatore yawned and replied lazily, "It's almost dawn, why haven't you slept yet?"

"I guess I won't be able to sleep today."

The young lord sighed: "Just when you were analyzing in the basement, we had another big incident.

"Just now there were more than 100 'robbers' in the south of the city. They covered their faces with weapons, and brought more than 50 barrels of black fire. They wanted to sneak into the city."

Annan in particular pronounced the accent on the word "robber".

He believed that the other party would understand what he meant.

"...What? Fifty barrels?"

Hearing this number, even Salvatore was taken aback.

He was obviously a little shocked by this sentence, and he choked back half of the yawn.

Because he is very aware of the destructive power that more than fifty barrels of black fire can cause.

For example, it took only ten barrels of black fire to burn Don Juan's ship. To set a house on fire, just dip a cotton-covered arrow in the black fire, and it ignites immediately after hitting an object.

These fifty barrels of black fire...

As long as they are piled around the house, not to mention Annan and Salvatore will be burned to death, and even the surrounding street will be set on fire. After all, the viscous black flame could not be extinguished by water, nor could it be isolated from the air.

Once Salvatore and Annan, the two sorcerers, were dead, it would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with such dangerous flames.

"Yes, fifty barrels. Fortunately, my guards just happened to be returning to Frozen Water Harbor today, and they met them on the way. Silver Jue bless me, my luck is not bad."

Annan put down the teacup and said slowly: "My loyal and brave guards managed to infiltrate the crowd, detonated some black fires, created chaos and burned most of the robbers to death. When I saw the fire rising, I brought The militiamen rushed over and killed the remaining robbers.

"There are still more than 20 barrels of black fire left. I sank them into ice water according to the preservation method you mentioned earlier. It is also covered with leaves to block the light, so it should not explode easily."

The reason why Annan is not telling the truth here is also very simple.

Because the credibility of this truth may be much lower than that of a lie...

Forty young swordsmen in their early twenties and thirties who have not entered the stage can kill more than one hundred experienced private soldiers without dying? Even fighting them with black fire barrels all over the place and not even a single one was burned?

If Annan tells the truth, Salvatore will think that Annan is hiding something.

"Fifty barrels of black fire... They are too cruel."

Salvatore took a deep breath and clenched his fists in disbelief: "Where did Alvin Barber come from? Isn't he afraid that we can survive?

"I am the son of the Black Tower of this generation, you are the old crow... I mean, one of the only three sons of Earl Geraint. No matter which of us survives, he will not survive!"

Just thinking of the possibility that after he came out of the basement and found himself in the raging flames, unable to escape, and could only be roasted to death, Salvatore was instantly terrified.

"I've thought about it too."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "And the conflict between us is actually far less big. This is basically equivalent to having an argument at a banquet, or having a fight after drinking too much, and it will not cause trouble at all. extent 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 someone else's orders,

Or being instructed. "

Annan replied affirmatively: "The older a person is, the more hesitant he is, and the more afraid of death. If he were forty years younger, he might even decide to kill someone in a fit of anger. It is even more impossible to give away more than 100 for such a trivial matter. People come to die, which will greatly reduce his control over his private army..."

"Unless, it's not a trivial matter in the first place."

Salvatore took Annan's words: "He didn't avenge you because of what happened in the past, but planned to kill you from the beginning - or destroy the frozen water port."

He was suddenly enlightened, and couldn't help but admire the 12- or 13-year-old young lord.

At least when he was his age, he was still catching fish by the river with a stupid face. Not to mention calculating people's hearts, layout strategies, even big characters don't recognize a few...

"It looks like 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: "Is it convenient for you to tell me?"

"It's not something that needs to be kept secret."

Salvatore coughed slightly awkwardly: "Actually, the maker of these black fires is me."

Looking at Annan's skeptical eyes, he immediately explained: "I checked and found that they were finished products that I made at least five or six years ago. Although they were sold in the name of teachers, they were actually OEMs during my internship. Produced... that's why the stability is so poor."

"Well, I understand."

Annan nodded.

It is completely understandable that graduate students are occasionally called by their supervisors like this...

However, Salvatore's mentor...

"...You mean, Mr. 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, use this method to shirk the responsibility, and frame the teacher for the blame by the way. And they obviously didn't check the marks in these black fires, otherwise They will definitely find out that this black fire was not made by the teacher."

"No, not necessarily. After all, if you killed me, the result would be the same."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "However, this is a good thing."

"Good thing?"

"Naturally, it's a good thing, senior. Since the other party will make this kind of conspiracy and tricks that go around and are extremely risky, they will undoubtedly admit that they have no power to resist us head-on. Then we can at least not have to worry about the extraordinary assassins."

The boy said slowly, "Since that's the case, we're almost going to fight back."

"How to fight back?"

"Naturally it's an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

The corner of Annan's mouth rose slightly, and he waved his hand happily and said, "I want to put those black fires... back. Put them in his territory, put them in his house, and then... Boom!

"Although the old man may have been coerced, what does it have to do with me if his actions are out of his heart? Now everyone knows that we are victims, and the right to revenge is in our hands at this moment... …No matter what you do, you will at most be reprimanded by those who do 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 the slightest fluctuation. It's as if you don't care about human life at all...

Although Salvatore also fully supports revenge, but... at least when he speaks it out, whether it is awkward, painful or excited, at least there will be some fluctuations.

But Annan did not have such fluctuations. His tone was so flat, as if he was saying "move it from here to where", never having human feelings.

Even the joy of revenge, the hatred and anger of his murder, Salvatore didn't even notice.

Salvatore couldn't help shivering.

Like, like a true Winterman...

Only those who believe in cold-blooded ladies are born with such icy eyes.

Salvatore shivered slightly.

All supernatural powers in this world come from curses - all.

Spells are naturally not beyond this category.

Once wizards' mana is out of balance, it's out of control. Backlashed by the curse he holds.

For example, a transformation wizard's body may be partially or fully transformed into stone or gold; a prophet wizard may see a multitude of false and chaotic futures, and he may not be able to tell whether he is in a dream or reality; Being torn apart by the spirit body entangled around him, or simply turning into a half-human, half-spirit twisted monster...

As long as the algorithmic power is not unbalanced, if they continue to violate the core curse of the school, they will also be backlashed.

The curse of the incapacitated school is the gradual loss of emotion.

A hot-blooded wizard who learns and inscribes spells from the school of incapacitation may even be schizophrenic—feeling a part of his emotions frozen every time he casts a spell.

The feeling of suddenly attaching importance, suddenly despising, suddenly resentful, and suddenly cold-blooded, will gradually make people doubt whether the decision they once made is from their heart... or even gradually go crazy because of it.

On the contrary, people who are emotionally indifferent from the beginning are the most suitable for in-depth study of the spells of the disability school.

The Principality of Winter even has a high-level wizard advanced profession called "Hand of Winter", which needs to be presided over by the Grand Duke of Winter.

But Salvatore still knows the abilities of the Hand of Winter:

The legendary incapacitated wizard who completely freezes his inner feelings, and an emotionless watcher.

The pure black ice condensed from the bottom of their hearts is enough to freeze the enemy's concept of time. The moment they touch it, it will make people lose their ability to resist, and even completely freeze a certain memory of others or a certain feeling 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.

. . . Perhaps Don Juan was not suited to learn from himself.

The most suitable place for him to stay is the kingdom of eternal winter in the north. Only there can he realize what is real cold, what is ruthlessness...all kinds of meanings.

Noah's kingdom is still too warm.

...No, not only is it too warm, even the king is about to turn into a stove recently, and he was about to bake His Majesty on the fire.

The whole kingdom is hot everywhere, seeing that the entire Noah kingdom is about to become 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 softer tone, "Go to sleep first. I will take someone to recover those black fires and store them in the basement. After you get up tomorrow, I will tell you the precautions.

"Then, you can prepare to advance."