As a landlord, the great magician Kabanbai had to send this descendant of the Dharma Saint away and discuss the aftermath if something like this happened again. Regardless of whether the other party brought people to destroy the place, or the people who caused the opponent's destruction were all killed, as a Dharma Saint, he was stabbed with a sword! This nonsense requires an explanation from both sides.
Lin, on the other hand, watched them leave, then turned and walked towards the room where the printing press was installed.
Along the way, the magicians and apprentices who had come out to greet the Dharma Saint retreated to both sides, lowering their heads and saying nothing. They were frightened.
They had never thought about a conflict with the Empire's First Magic Brigade. They actually won the fight, which they never expected. When the Dharma Saint fell to his knees, everyone felt as if they were in a dream.
One of the reasons it's especially hard to believe this is true is that it all happened so fast. It was over before they even figured out which side they wanted to take.
So when the man who, according to their original understanding, had no merit except for mathematics, the elusive magic, and being with a lich, walked past them, no one dared to look up and look at him. They all retreated and made way for them.
The footsteps were heavy, the atmosphere was dull, and the corridor of the mathematics building seemed to be enveloped in a layer of dead silence. But there are still some people who don't speak, as if they feel uncomfortable all over, and ask someone: "Hey, you are not doing well today. Did you not sleep well yesterday?"
Lin replied: "Congratulations, it has nothing to do with you."
"You look like you're going to the dark side of the Force, and you say you have nothing to do with me?"
"I want to step on anyone who catches me. I've been putting up with it for so long. Sometimes I don't want to put up with it anymore. Is it still bothering you?"
Responding to someone's angry reply, Haggiri suddenly turned around and said, "Just say whatever you're worried about her."
"Who am I to worry about? Not to mention her safety, no one else needs to worry about it."
A certain sword smiled. Looking at someone's furious look, the group of unlucky people who died miserably before were indeed swept away by the typhoon. Otherwise, how could this guy be chopped off just like he said? Even a big shot who showed no obvious hostility was stabbed with a sword, and his life was almost lost. This guy can't beat the one who didn't come home last night; if he can, he won't become a horrible lover.
Haggiri continued to argue with someone: "You know clearly that what I am talking about is not about safety, sultry man. If you don't say some things to her yourself, it will be useless even if others say a hundred words. So this matter , you can only solve it yourself, no one can help."
"Quiet! Believe it or not, I won't save money to build a magic tower. I will build a huge underground tomb and throw you in it. Even if you are Hakakiri and there is nothing to restrain you, I don't believe that in this situation, You can also destroy the entire underground palace."
In an angry voice, Lin took the box cutter and walked into the room where the printing press was installed. It was just his conversation with Jian that aroused the attention of everyone in the room.
"Don't, don't be like this, we really have a companion who is treated like this. I don't want to have the same experience."
"Well, when you mention this, do you want me to help you rescue him? Or should I help him change places with you?"
"No, don't do this either. That guy is a trouble. He is locked up like this because we gave you humans advice. If he is released, there's no telling who he will cause trouble for."
Hayashi raised Hakiri in front of him and said, "How bad is that guy who would be called troublesome by a hopeless character like yours?"
"Let's put it this way, he can be regarded as the only one among us who regards himself as a weapon and is very happy to perform the duties of a weapon. He especially loves to destroy his fellow humans to prove his strength."
"Just listening to it makes me feel bad." During this time together, Lin also understood that Haggiri's swordsmanship is not just a weapon. It is true that the people who hold them use them as weapons, but this does not mean that they like this arrangement. They just compromise and cooperate with the holders. After all, they need someone who can take them on a trip and talk to them.
However, the strangeness in the box cutout is really hard to imagine. "There are some of you with this troublesome personality."
"Yes. In your words, it is a blackened Hakiri. Demon King? Insado, this is his self-proclaimed name, although I don't know who gave him the name of the second grader, and who gave him the name? Or how he came up with it himself. As for his appearance, I don’t know what he will look like.”
As soon as Haggiri mentioned this name, everyone in the room was suddenly startled and froze for a moment. Then he looked around to make sure there was no one there, and then resumed normal activities.
And this scene, of course, fell into the eyes of one person and one sword in the conversation. Hagiri said in an annoyed voice: "It seems they have heard of this name. It feels pretty bad. Was he released?"
Someone whose attention had been diverted casually said: "Ask?" With just such a sentence, everyone could see that everyone was avoiding someone's eyes, and even hid against the wall or in a corner, trying to hide themselves. Hide. It looked like he was telling someone not to ask him about something, and it was best not to even mention it.
Lin Zheng was thinking about whether to ask someone to question him and see what they knew. Haggiri helped them out first and said to someone: "Anyway, if you encounter him, just take a detour."
"Hey, you can't beat the opponent?"
"The main thing is that it's very troublesome. I don't want to have anything to do with him at all. Don't you want to start the printing press? Hurry up, hurry up, I also want to see what the printing press will look like after it is started." Hagiri looked around. He urged someone to say.
Being distracted by a certain sword, Lin seemed to have forgotten his original negative emotions, and said: "Over there in the Dream Tower, if you want to see the effect of the simulation, you don't need help from others at all. You can start it how you want. , and you can also see better and larger printing presses.”
"You said it was a simulation. It doesn't feel like looking at the real thing. Hurry up, hurry up. Don't you have a lot of things to do after that, so you have time to procrastinate here."
On the other side, the Dharma Saint and a group of people got on the leaving carriage. On the carriage, Babak Abunahan's students were untiing their teacher's clothes in a hurry, preparing for emergency treatment of the injury. The great magician Attila was sitting directly opposite and asked: "Didn't you put on the elf mithril mail armor? You were pierced by a sword."
The sour Dharma Saint looked at his friend angrily and allowed his student to take off his robe, revealing the silver chainmail with a faint glow underneath. When Attila saw it, he said: "Yes, it's this one. Could it be that you... you're wearing it! Could it be that you sold the original one and exchanged it for a piece of scrap metal to make up the money?"
"I've only ever had this one trump card to save my life."
"Is it really the elf chain armor that was bitten by the golden dragon but failed to bite through?"
"That's the one."
"So what's that sword about? It's sharper than the teeth of a golden dragon!" Attila asked in surprise.
Golden dragons are recognized by fans as the most physically destructive species, especially those teeth that break whatever they bite, with few exceptions.
The Elf Mithril Mail Armor worn by Babak Abunahan is a technology specially provided by the royal family of the Elf Empire in the past. It is light and thin and will not interfere with the wearer's use of magic or perception of magic power. At the same time, it can also provide powerful defense. force. It can be said that it is his most important reliance in conquering the south and the north.
"Everyone only noticed the man's movement magic, or was deceived by another lich with the name of the Demon King. It seemed that the man only had these two things to pay attention to. They didn't think about the sword that needed attention. The key point. In my impression, there seemed to be intelligence that it was a hakakiri that could talk, and then there was no other key point. But that sword read my thoughts. How could I pay attention to this alone? Nothing too much.”
As a magician who has reached the level of Babak Abu Nahan, he attaches great importance to mental protection and soul protection. He knew exactly what thoughts Haggiri had come into contact with and had a glimpse of. Those are some thoughts floating on the surface, that is, what is being thought about, will be glimpsed by the sword.
If the other party really knows the most important secret in his heart, there will be no room for change. If I don't do it, I won't stop. Either he dies or I die. Fortunately, it didn't reach that point. But he couldn't guarantee that if he continued to have that sword stuck in his body, he would be able to prevent more secrets in his heart from being revealed.
Dharma Saint Babak Abunahan exhaled. "Really, this man has too many secrets. This is not the time to deal with him." Although he did not bring all the belongings for the battle with him, this unexpected failure occurred. But even if he was fully armed, he was not sure of victory.
After taking off the Elf Mithril Mail Armor, everyone saw that the lock rings were so fine that they were difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. They were densely interlocked and were as flawless as a work of art. There was actually a gap in the chest and back. But when the mail armor was flattened, the gap seemed like it didn't exist, and it couldn't be seen for a while.
Looking at the wounds on Babak Abunahan's body, if it weren't for the blood streaks that kept coming out, no one would be able to tell where the wounds were. This only shows one thing, the sharpness of that sword has reached a level that no one can imagine. Therefore, the tissues around the wound will not be damaged, there will be no ectropion, and no adhesion. Compared with this new wound, the old scar next to it is still more obvious.
Attila checked the injuries of his companions and asked: "From the appearance, there is no big problem. How do you feel? Are there any broken bones?"
At the same time, Attila pressed on the wound. The pain was so painful that Babak Abunahan gritted his teeth and gasped. He scolded, "Don't be so rude, and I'll be fine."
"It's really unbelievable. Such a beautiful wound. Find a priest and recite the healing spell, and no one else will be able to tell that there was any injury here."
"If you like to appreciate it so much, go and get a sword yourself, then go home and watch it slowly."
He took out a bottle of healing potion, first sprinkled half of it on the wounds on his chest and back, and poured the remaining half into the mouth of his injured friend. The great magician Attila asked: "Then, what are you going to do next?"
"What do you mean?"
"That's a lot of people dead. Nine of them died in one breath, almost two teams. Even if they died because they took on private jobs, there must be an explanation from the military department. This is still under your nose. occurring."
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