() Maybe someone has no consciousness, but even if they leave, he is still the target of attention in the White Rose Chamber of Commerce. Not to mention that this goal also brought huge benefits, a dragon, and a king-level dragon, various essences purified by a lich, and some leftovers.
Thomas Shaobo, the seventeenth child of Marquis Shaobo, was sitting firmly in his own room in the Chamber of Commerce, listening to various reports from his subordinates. Especially after the material from the earthly dragon appeared, he almost widened his eyes and asked about a protector next to him who once wandered in the dark world.
"Could it be another Earth Dragon, not the one we know?"
"Are there any other earth dragons around here?" the old man squatting next to the bookcase, playing with a knife asked. Then he seemed to be explaining himself: "Okay, even if there are others. But at least they killed an earth dragon, you can't deny it. That thing is not that easy to kill."
"Then are you sure you can take him down, by any means?"
"If you don't think that the method I know can work, that guy would not be alive now, and he would have been dealt with by my colleagues. I am very humble to say that I am very powerful, and can even be said to be the best in this industry. But to To deal with a lich and a magician who doesn't know the means, I can only advise you, if you can't be their friend, stay as far away from them as possible. In fact, I will do the same."
"What a disappointing suggestion."
"If you saw with your own eyes the fate of that nasty guy from McDonnell Douglas, I believe you agree with my suggestion. Although the guy who grew so big and cried back to find his mother deserved such a fate. But it does not mean that I I just want to have the same ending as him.”
"What happened? Did they disappear? Who knows where they went. Maybe everything is fine."
"The ending is not important, what is important is that we are irresistible. There are no signs, no magic fluctuations, no spells, and we don't even know how it happened. And what is the most interesting news, do you know?"
Halfway through the words, the little old man playing with the knife stopped and looked at the noble who had not yet received the title with shining eyes. Knowing the old man's somewhat bad character, Thomas asked helplessly: "Okay, okay, what's the interesting news?"
"Hehehe, do you know how many people carried out sneak attacks on that person while he was sleeping in the middle of the night, and what happened next?"
"What's going on?" Thomas asked perfunctorily.
"Poof, gone. Just like what happened to that bearded bastard."
"Even if you fall asleep, is there no flaw?"
"Yes, that's what I want to emphasize. What happened to that man was so weird that you couldn't even understand whether it was the man's problem or whether it was because there was a lich around him protecting him. It's not clear. Whoever is causing trouble is the one who needs attention, and don’t mess with a magician...well, a group of magicians."
"uh-huh."
"So, you are a well-fed boy with nothing to do, why do you want to trouble that magician? Do you want to get some benefits from that feast with a bounty on it?"
"No, I'm just unhappy that the woman he brought is prettier than me."
"A lich? Are you out of your mind?" The little old man looked at the noble son who was pretending to be dissolute with a disgusted expression.
"Have you ever slept with a lich?"
"That's not true."
"Don't you want to try?" Thomas' words made the ugly old face look even weirder. He changed his words and said: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say it. Since there is no chance, just stay away from him. .I don’t really want that bounty or that woman.”
"Boy, choose wisely. I know you can always make smart decisions." Taking back the knife, the energetic old man, who was ready to run at any time, breathed a sigh of relief. What he fears most is that the master will provoke the other party and implicate himself. Fortunately, this person is not that tough-talking, and he can still tell the difference between strong and weak.
But another group of people are not so easy to be kind.
Under the protection of a group of followers, the old woman, who was barely able to walk with a cane, stormed into a small fortress-like courtyard. Although there were warrior guards and apprentices of the owner of the small courtyard, a group of people either did not dare to come forward to stop them, or when they stood up, they were beaten away by the old woman with a wave of her palm and vomited blood. They fell to the ground and groaned for a long time and could not stand up.
The old woman shouted all the way with her loud voice that was completely different from Long Zhong's old demeanor: "Holta, where is Horta."
"Grandma Youjia, I'm here. You must not demolish my house. There are a lot of things in here that I spent a lot of hard work to collect."
An older, gentle and handsome male magician walked out from the corner of the corridor and greeted the intruder. He walked out while wearing a rather peculiar star nightgown, and it could be seen that under the nightgown was his bronzed breasts.
Normally, the old woman wouldn't mind using a man much younger than her to entertain her. But today is different.
A woman following the male magician also walked out from around the corner. Wearing a similar robe, she walked up to the magician and said affectionately: "Sir, who is this mother-in-law? How dare you be so angry and offend your majesty."
Things were urgent and the old woman was in a bad mood. Without saying a word, she raised her hand and unleashed a magical shockwave that caught people off guard. He beat the poor woman until she was stuck to the wall, and the blood seemed to explode, staining the wall red. Then the old woman gritted her teeth and said, "Shut up! Stop talking nonsense!"
Seeing her unfinished female companion's bloody appearance on the wall, Horta softened. Weakly said: "Well, personally I hope you tell the person to shut up first, and then take action if the other person doesn't listen. I think this order will be much better."
"Shut up too!"
After being scolded like this, Horta immediately shut her mouth and tidied her clothes obediently, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.
The star robe actually represents the category he is good at, and the furnishings in the room are mostly related to the stars. But he is not an astrologer despised by the magician community. Horta Obli is a rarer and highly respected prophet among the magicians, a person who knows the past and the future.
However, considering the many uncertainties in predicting the future, it can be said that no one can accurately predict it. Because as soon as the future is spoken, that future no longer exists. The Midi people's understanding of 'prophecy' is even more advanced than that of the people on Earth.
But if you want to know the past that has happened, magicians who can be called prophets are like video cameras with no blind spots in the weather zone. As long as there is a related item as a lead, they can get everything related to this lead. Of course, a high price must be paid, otherwise it will become a routine method of criminal investigation in the land.
And this Horta Oberli is the top figure among the prophets in Pilsen City. It's not a very important matter, and it's not his turn to take action at all; those who can invite him will not be small people or small families; and those who want to invite him are usually not good things.
Granny Youjia who broke in was one of Horta Oubrey's old customers, and she was the kind of person he didn't dare to disobey.
Generally speaking, it is almost instinct for a prophet like him to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. Sometimes all it takes is an inspiration and a slow step, and things can turn around. But what Grandma Youjia is good at is the curse that even a prophet like him can hardly avoid, making people unable to guard against it.
Of course, this mother-in-law often comes to visit her to combine his abilities. Use certain inducements to find an unspecified object related to the event and then curse the other person. This combination of abilities allowed the great magician, who was called Granny Youjia, to get rid of enemies hiding in secrets whose identities were unknown more than once.
Sometimes she knew the identity of the other party but was unable to come forward in person; or she knew who it was but didn’t know where he was hiding. Grandma Youjia would come to Horta and use his ability to curse her to death. Kill the enemy.
At first, Horta would reject such things and use his ability to curse others to death. But as time goes by, once you get used to it, you no longer reject it.
I especially remember that when I met Granny Youjia for the first time, the other party offered me a reward that was hard to give up. At that time, I really wanted to refuse and proceed according to the original plan. At that time, the conditions proposed by the other party became two items. One is for generous rewards, the other is for his own life.
Not only for the sake of his own life, but also for the reward, it is not an exaggeration to say that Horta responded to this person's request. So when he saw Granny Youjia appear, he quite welcomed her.
As if to resolve the previous embarrassment, Horta O'Brien spoke first: "Grandma Yujia, who is getting in your way this time?"
"My child, my most beloved child is gone! Gone! Although others told me that he was just missing and would come back to me sooner or later. But I have a feeling, a very unpleasant feeling, that my beloved The child is dead. I hate it, I hate it! I want to curse those who dare to kill my child, and let them live in pain and suffering for the rest of their lives."
The old woman's emotional remarks also shocked Horta Oubrey. He was deeply impressed by the bearded boy. Although he is obviously old, he still behaves like a child, acting willfully. Especially when he caused trouble outside, there was never a time when he didn't ask his mother to help him deal with the aftermath. In this life, it seems that I have never heard of that guy doing anything good.
Now that people are gone, it can be said that it is surprising, but it is not surprising. To be fair, Horta thinks it is a good thing to have one less scourge in the world. Of course these words were impossible to say. Granny Youjia, who had fallen into a semi-crazy state because her only son had died, gritted her teeth and said:
"I want to curse the person who killed my child, I want to curse the person who killed my child! Everyone involved will go to hell and accept endless torture!"
