Volume 3: Dramatic Changes in Life Chapter 225: Storm is Coming (1)

"Why don't you go up and practice with the prisoners? Don't worry, if you think you can't beat them, I can help you give your opponents some medicine in advance!"

Yoermangang encouraged George while gathering magic power in the palm of his hand. When the magic value reached its peak, he waved his hand. Under the surge of magic power, the projection of the cell in the deepest part of the Heretic Trial Temple appeared in front of George. Inside The prisoners under guard can be seen at a glance.

George noticed that in addition to a large number of human warriors imprisoned in this cell, the barbarian Tychus who had previously fought was also among them.

Interestingly, at the door of the cell where Tychus was held, there was a young man gesticulating with Tychus excitedly, as if he was practicing wrestling moves.

"By the way, that noble boy playing monkey at the door cannot be beaten. His name is Peter Macbeth, and he is a cash cow that we recently bought at a high price from the city defenders. We make a lot of money just by relying on the money his father sent us. I got a lot of gold coins, and this kid’s fighting ability is not impressive at all, so I can’t cause trouble if I just leave him alone. So I just put him under house arrest in the temple and didn’t give him much suffering.”

"But recently, I don't know if this kid took the wrong medicine or something. He keeps running to the prisoners on death row. It seems that he is learning from the barbarian? Anyway, this really gives me a headache. It seems that I will have to do it in the future. We are preparing some solitary rooms for nobles."

This is an unexpected bonus! George never expected that after searching for him through hundreds of searches, it took no effort to find him. Peter Macbeth's limbs were intact and he seemed to be living quite comfortably. It seemed that the little old man Eli Macbeth didn't need to worry about losing his descendants!

At this moment, George seemed to feel that someone was looking at him through the projected illusion. Jorman Gund didn't seem to notice it, but George did feel this inexplicable sight. Although this sight could not be said to be friendly, it was not aggressive.

The other party deliberately exposed his presence only to George alone. Obviously, the other party conveyed this meaning to him-I'm waiting for you on the stage!

But is this possible? It takes a lot of strength to peer through other people's projection spells without being discovered by the caster! Where did such a powerful prisoner come from? Why did he come to me?

Countless questions lingered in George's mind, and after just a moment of hesitation, George made his decision.

"Palace Master, I want to fight with that man!"

George pointed to a cage in the illusion projection, where a human warrior of about 40 years old was leaning against the iron wall of the cage, resting quietly. The knife-like facial contour, deep eye sockets, deep nasolabial folds, somewhat white but very neat beard, and large and small scars all over his body, all silently tell the story of this warrior's unusualness. .

Although the warrior did not open his eyes at this time, George was certain that it was him who had just passed through the illusion projection and cast his gaze at him!

What George didn't expect was that when he named this warrior, Jorman Gund, who was standing next to him, first showed a surprised expression, and then began to laugh wildly, trembling with laughter. Due to the emotional change, he was too excited. , even the phantom projection he summoned became a little blurry.

"This is fate, this is fate... Very good, I accept this fight!"