What lingered in his mind was Hobson's magic. Maybe it wasn't magic at all, and the power of the devil was more mysterious. He stretched out his hand and pressed it against the glass, feeling the smooth and hard touch of the glass gradually disappearing in his palm. The glass turned into air, and another leaf fell down and floated in front of his workbench.
Gunther thought of how Hobson explained his magic: "You can change matter and turn anything you touch into a gaseous state - so you can't feel it. It's not a power that makes matter disappear, because I can feel it. To the little things that transform themselves under your magic," he said, holding out his hand. Soon something mysterious condensed in his palm. Gunther touched it and realized it was solid air.
This fact greatly disturbed him. "Your magic is to control gases?"
"I've only tried air and water vapor so far."
"When did it start?"
"A week ago. If it weren't for this thing, Bowman would have chopped off my head long ago." The gambler's eyes flickered, as if he was planning a revenge.
Gunther still felt a little strange. "My magic is innate," he reminded, "and you have only now been favored. Maybe the source of our magic is different... Are you sure you haven't participated in the ceremony?"
"You mean the ritual of lighting the fire?"
What else could there be? "Or the granting of certain mysterious items." He remembered that there was also a way for ordinary people to perform magic.
"No, no ceremony, no treasure." Hobson insisted. "I was being chased. I was panicking and throwing different objects backwards. Suddenly I realized that my surroundings were covered with objects within reach. Throw these things over too. That idiot Bowman seemed to have hit a wall and sat down on the ground. He thought he had been hit by a stone." He laughed cheerfully again, his dark green eyes filled with emotion. Pleasure.
"Are you going to kill him?" Gunther couldn't help but ask.
"why not?"
Gunther opened his mouth but said nothing. You are right, Bowman is a villain and no one will sympathize with him. Although Hobson's action will not make people feel happy, after all, murderers are not good things... But Bertha is still looking for him. Will she accept that her brother has become a member of the devil? "Don't cause trouble with the Gaia Church." He could only emphasize this. "Father Fielding is difficult to deal with. You don't want to provoke the demon hunter, do you?"
"I won't do this until I'm sure of winning." Hobson rolled his eyes.
This damn bastard loves to take risks, and gambling has taught him nothing. "I've learned how you can cause trouble. For Gaia's sake, could you please say hello to me next time before you throw yourself into a lot of trouble?" Gunther agreed, and there was no need to do anything anyway. People asked him for his opinion. "You can try your hand at Bowman."
"The priest?"
"I know why you came to me." The button-maker was very confused about another thing, "Why does Father Fielding make you unhappy?"
"Maybe I didn't buy enough indulgences. Then again, who did he make happy? Huh? The rich man who donated money to the church?"
"Maybe there is a better way, we don't need to do anything." Gunther also tried to change his mind. Originally, he didn't even plan to ask Hobson why he provoked Father Fielding. What outrageous thing could this idiot not do? Maybe he doesn't know the reason himself.
Of course, he knew that I could help Bertha solve some little troubles that were inconvenient for Andrew to show up, damn it! That woman's big mouth will kill me sooner or later.
Hobson's smile suddenly faded. "Yes, that's right, use money to solve it." He spoke slowly and squinted at Gunther, "Do you have money?"
Cut off your head and nothing will happen. "We have to be well prepared." He surrendered. "The time and place have to be discussed. It's best to pretend it's an accident. No matter what, we can't make people suspicious of us. Otherwise, as long as you are caught, you will not be able to escape, no matter whether you are a devil or not." One death.”
"I have prepared these things." Hobson said surprisingly.
"What?"
"Don't pretend to be deaf. Father Fielding is going to attend the wedding of a knight's daughter tomorrow night, taking his dog with him. The happy bride had a lover before the marriage..." At this point, he told Gun Se smiled maliciously, "She looks much better than you, but she is also a pauper. That bitch plans to transfer this beautiful love underground. I think her lover will probably not agree."
Gunther didn't believe his lies. The daughter of a knight will naturally marry a nobleman of the same status, maybe another knight. If you don't deal with your ex's affairs well, the wedding won't be possible. "Tell me about the plan." He asked in a low voice.
"Go into the auditorium and put poison in every guest's cup." Hobson said. "It would be easier to kill the groom first, but we have to get more people in the restaurant, otherwise we won't even be able to find the old guy." .”
This hardly looks like a murder plan. "Poisoning is a good idea," Gunther said. "Then we just kill the bride and groom?"
"It's not that easy. Every glass of wine at the wedding is checked, and poisoning it will just make them wary. We have to get creative - not use any of the poisons on the market, just put some juice in their glasses. You know all the time There are people selling that potion, one drop will make you sleep all day. I'm sure you know."
And the hospital must always have sedatives. "Yes, it's not difficult." Gunther never thought that killing someone would be so easy. "Once they're all asleep, they can easily slit the priest's throat."
"Just stab whoever you don't like." Hobson sneered. "Just kill everyone at the wedding. Don't be stupid. The bride and groom plus Father Fielding and his little followers, no matter what Just pick two unlucky people. Someone has to spread the word."
This guy was really born to be a murderer... Gunther had to admit that he would never have thought of such a simple and low-risk plan. His skill in killing is not as good as his skill in making buttons, and his proficiency in work is not as good as his ability in magic. The most difficult part of Hobson's plan is poisoning, which he can solve by himself; and by stealing the alchemy potion from the hospital, Gunther believes that there is no obstacle that can stop him.
"Well, I have nothing more to say. But what do you do with the bride's lover? Don't forget we have to stay out of suspicion, and he's very useful."
"Our generous Mr. Scapegoat is sleeping soundly in his coffin in a suburban cemetery. Oh, don't get me wrong, I didn't kill him, at least not now. He will sleep until his lover comes to stay with him, and then those talkative women will sleep with him every day. There will be a touching story of unrequited love in the conversation - that's what those old hens are all about." Hobson imitated their giggles.
Gunther felt inexplicably shuddering. He turned to ask another important question: "What is the name of that Sheriff? What are his characteristics?" The Church of Gaia is not easy to mess with, and the Sheriff's Department is not easy to deal with either.
"A guy who looks more like a villain than a gangster, with gray calluses on his hands. Just one look at him and you'll feel like you might one day do good things." Hobson replied, "His name is Witek Shazo."
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At this moment Jonli Temple slapped him on the shoulder. "You didn't reject him?" The supervisor saw the smile on Hobson's face.
"No, I gave him a way to hide from his debt," Gunther replied.
"Teach me next time too." Qiong Li said. He looked left and right, his eyes rested on Fink for a moment, and he turned his head as if nothing happened. "A lot of people are looking for him recently."
He felt a little touched by his boss's reminder, but this was not the first time Gunther had killed someone. He nodded and promised not to reveal the news. A carriage ran past the window, and a few gravels splashed out from under the wheels. There was a sudden crack of glass and Jonley Temple walked through the workroom. Gunther lowered his head and threw the button into the bottom of the basket.
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Uriel had only seen such a situation with Memie so far, which meant that the mysterious fire was ignited. He looked around in confusion, but the feeling disappeared in a flash.
Could someone be lighting a fire nearby? He succeeded? Or fail and die? The apprentice didn't know how to respond, and Gissing noticed his uneasiness. "What’s wrong with you?"
"I feel magic," he answered matter-of-factly. "Like a match, a mysterious light that flashes away."
"You promised us not to mention these things." Wilhelmina complained. "There is a test tonight, did you forget?"
"Test?" Uriel immediately forgot the illusion.
"The instructor made a temporary decision. He has to suspend teaching for a period of time in order to take over the rotation of the observation deck. I guess your instructor has told you about the observation deck, right?"
"Look at his face." Gissing said for him, "Probably not."
Uriel had to admit that he was right. "I don't know at all, please excuse me." Joey would not explain something unnecessary to him. It's not that the messenger found it troublesome, but that he was really busy. The apprentice once suspected that he was as lacking in talent in teaching and educating people as he was in arithmetic.
"The observation deck is an important platform for monitoring the Knox order." Wilhelmina told him, "The entire tower's star observation instruments and related magic rely on the observation deck to operate. There are often great astrologers stationed to guard... A few days ago, there was news that the azimuth viewing crystal was damaged, and it was repaired as quickly as possible."
This time it was Mr. Sidney "Silver Cross"'s turn to guard, and now Uriel couldn't figure out why he had to take the test before then.
As soon as he asked the question, Gissing responded: "In the past, instructors basically did not participate in the rotation. Mr. Oswald's living habits are different from ours. He usually wakes up at night and rests during the day. The observation deck requires full Tian was concerned about Knox’s anomaly—it must have been the return of the White Envoy to the headquarters that gave the Affairs Department the confidence to deal with the emergency and handed over the observation deck to the teacher.”
Could it be that Joey spends his vacation working as a tool in the tower? Uriel couldn't help but have an idea. To be honest, he felt a little sorry for the messenger. Maybe Joey really just didn't have time to explore the tutorials in the training class, rather than being out of his mind.
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