Because he had never studied illusion spells before, Sui Xiong spent almost a day sorting out the common illusionary spells and successfully became a master of illusion spells.
At this time, he realized that illusion spells were really useful.
For example, the small conflict in the tavern yesterday could have been solved by a group illusion spell. All he needed to do was let everyone see the scene of two strong men beating up a black-haired traveler. As for whether this scene actually happened or not, it was not important at all.
Yes, when illusion spells reached a certain level, they could create something out of nothing and turn it into reality. Making a group of people hallucinate was not the highest level of illusion spells. The highest level of illusion spells could cause a large group of people to be burned, frostbitten, or even killed. Even an autopsy could not find any trace of this. In fact, this was just the effect of illusion spells.
Compared with other spells, the biggest advantage of illusion spells to achieve a certain effect was its speed. Under normal circumstances, only one spell was enough to solve the problem. If one spell could not solve the problem, because the opponent would temporarily gain immunity against the spell caster, it would be a waste to use a few more spells. It felt a little like a one-time deal.
Of course, with the strength of Sui Xiong's spells, it was impossible for ordinary people to resist his illusion spells. Even gods might not be able to do so.
"Well, now I am also an expert of illusion spells." After finishing the preparation work, Sui Xiong walked out of the room confidently and went to the small restaurant on the ground floor of the hotel to eat.
At this time, he suddenly frowned and looked in the direction of the gate of Samat Manor.
Several soldiers took the battered and battered W. Shack, and put a rope round his neck, hung him on a gibbet outside the drawbridge of the chateau.
Wei Shaker was obviously seriously injured, and he could not resist until he was hanged. Several friends who often went on adventures with him were watching. They could not bear to see him die, but they did not dare to do anything.
Sui Xiong shook his head and lost interest in eating. He turned around and went back to his room.
On the floor of the room, Wei Shaker, who was covered in wounds, opened his eyes blankly.
"I … I thought I was dead?"
"How can people who work for me die so easily!" Sui Xiong said calmly. "Although you are a little stupid and inefficient, it is enough for you to be beaten. If I let you be hanged, where would I put my face? "
Only then did Wei Shaker come back to his senses and looked at Sui Xiong in surprise.
Sui Xiong shook his head and raised his hand. The white light sprinkled on his body like raindrops, and his injuries quickly healed. In just a dozen seconds, he had completely recovered. Except for the blood stains on his clothes, there was no trace of being beaten.
"You little brat, you can't even do a small thing. How did you end up being hung on the gallows?"
Wei Shak was silent for a moment. He laughed awkwardly and explained the day's events.
In fact, it was nothing more than the usual plot — Wee Shaker was discovered while investigating intelligence, then he was arrested, tortured and interrogated. Even though he didn't say anything, he was still convicted as a spy and sentenced to death by hanging.
"Can the death penalty be decided so easily?" Sui Xiong frowned and asked.
"Lord Viscount advocates military management. According to his rules, a lot of things that are related to it are punishable by death."
Sui Xiong frowned again and asked, "Does anyone have any objections? Has no one tried to persuade him? "
"He is a soldier, and most of the officials under him are also soldiers. They don't think there is anything wrong with this," Wei Shaker said. "As for the opinions of others, why should he care?"
Sui Xiong thought for a moment and asked, "What about the Duchy? He made the law so harsh. Don't the Grand Duke, or his superior, the second son of the Duke, have any objections? "
"No matter how harsh the law is, they can't be punished. Why should they have any objections?"
"But you are also a noble. How can a noble be sentenced to death so easily?" Sui Xiong asked.
Wei Shaker smiled bitterly and said, "I am just from a noble family. I don't have a title, and even my inheritance is very low. How can a person like me be considered a noble … "
"Then, what if he is a real noble? Will he sentence him to death? "Sui Xiong asked again.
Wei Shaker thought for a moment and said with uncertainty, "I think he will still do it. For him, it is just an excuse. As a trusted aide of the second son of the Grand Duke, he rarely has any scruples. "
"He is just the second son. Does he have to be so arrogant?"
"The Grand Duke has not decided who will inherit the throne. From the current situation, the chances of the eldest son and the second son are almost equal."
"I really don't like politics!" Sui Xiong sighed and changed the topic. "So, what are you going to do next?"
Wei Shaker thought for a moment and said with a bitter smile, "I failed to complete the task you gave me, and I am indebted to you for saving my life. Now, my life is in your hands. I will do whatever you want me to do. "
"What if I don't want you to do anything?"
"Then I will go back to my hometown and work as a clerk or some other small official for my cousin. I believe that Baron Shaker will not need me to make a living."
Sui Xiong smiled and said, "That would be a waste. How about this, why don't you be the lord? "
Wei Shaker was stunned and said, "I have no intention of competing with my cousin for the title …"
Sui Xiong laughed and said, "I am not talking about Baron Shaker. I am talking about Viscount Samat."
Wei Shaker opened his mouth and was stunned. He did not know what to say.
"Although it feels like a decision, I think it is better for you to be the Viscount than Thun Samat. Anyway, you have said it yourself. Whether that damn second son of the Grand Duke can become the Viscount is still a question mark. Even if he becomes the Viscount, he may not be able to do anything. Since that is the case, isn't it good for you to be the Viscount? "
Wei Shaker was silent for a moment and said, "Perhaps with your ability, you can make me look like Viscount Samat. But I know almost nothing about his past, so I will be easily seen through."
"Leave it to me," Sui Xiong said. "Since I can make you the Viscount, of course, I can help you solve this problem. The only question now is, are you willing to be the Viscount Samat? "
"Of course I am willing …"
"That's good!" Sui Xiong interrupted Wei Shaker and said with a smile, "Since you are willing, then come with me."
"To where?"
"To be the Viscount." Sui Xiong said as he opened the door. "Oh, before that, let's have a meal first. We will leave after eating and drinking."
More than an hour later, Wei Shaker sat blankly on the Viscount's throne, which was made of rough wood. It was extremely strong but not comfortable. He looked confused.
"How did I become a Viscount? This is simply … "
He muttered, and his eyes slightly lost focus.
In his eyes, there was a book floating not far in front of him. On the cover of the book was the face of an angry and ferocious young man. It was Viscount Samat.
Casually flipping open the book, Zhang Xuan recorded all the matters regarding the viscount's life.
"Do a good job." Sui Xiong's voice sounded in his ear. "Be a competent lord and don't mess around. I have high hopes for you. "
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