Early in the morning, there was a commotion outside the inn, so noisy that people had to wake up. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Lin opened the window and looked out. The street was full of soldiers, blocking the entrance of the inn.
"The mages inside, listen up. Yesterday, two women among you offended the only child of Baron Rabe, the greatest family in this land. However, the baron is magnanimous and decided to spare those who did not do anything wrong instead of punishing all of you. The condition is that you hand over the two women and the baron will judge you according to the laws of this land. If you don't agree and insist on harboring bold criminals, none of you will be able to escape. The baron's army will send all of you to hell. Even if you are lucky enough not to die in battle, the stake will be your only fate. I repeat, hand over … "
Before he could finish, his voice stopped abruptly. All the soldiers raised their heads to look at a certain mage in pajamas who had suddenly appeared on the shelter on the first floor. He had a longsword in his right hand and a head in his left hand. The severed neck was dripping with blood. The expression of the head was as usual, completely unaware of its own death. He was the baron's most trusted liaison officer who had brought the army here and was familiar with noble etiquette.
Why was his head in the hands of a mage? Some of the curious soldiers turned their heads to look. On the horse that the liaison officer rode over, there was only a headless body. Blood was flowing out of the severed neck on the ground, splattering the faces of the surrounding soldiers.
Some of the soldiers who came here were not afraid when they saw this. Instead, they were excited about the death of the liaison officer. That person wasn't dead, so how could it be someone else's turn to take over?
Therefore, he tried to stir up everyone's emotions and take control of the command of this army. He shouted, "This mage used evil magic to take the life of the baron's messenger. For the dignity of the baron, he only had one … "
The voice stopped again. The mage, who had switched to a sitting position, sat on the shelter with one leg dangling outside the eaves. The difference was that there was an additional head beside him. It was the ambitious annoying fellow who had encouraged the soldiers to charge. That impassioned expression was so lifelike that it did not match 'his' current situation at all.
Just as everyone was in a state of panic, a third person spoke. Of course, he first scolded the sorcerer on the eaves, and then claimed to be righteous, as if if he did not avenge the sorcerer, he would be sorry to the baron and the dead. Therefore, they had to take revenge …
The voice stopped again. Everything was the same as before. The only difference was that there was another head beside a certain mage.
Now, even the dullest person could tell that something was amiss. Some even saw how the mages killed people. As long as someone spoke, that person would suddenly appear behind the person who spoke, and then cut off the person's head with a single sword strike. It was an easy and effortless task. Then, before anyone could react, he disappeared again and returned to his position above the canopy as if he had never left.
For a moment, no one dared to speak. They looked at each other in dismay. On the other hand, the man sitting on the canopy yawned, feeling a little bored. Instead, it was the sword in his hand that spoke, "Why do you think no one below dares to speak? Originally, you guys came to look for trouble aggressively. Why aren't you saying anything now? "
"It's very simple." Raising the Cassette Cutting in front of him, Lin said, "It's easy for people to be superstitious about the power of numbers and ignore the difference in strength. The most wonderful thing was that those who were of noble status would stay in a safe place and irresponsibly encourage others to die. Because they believe that they will be safe before all the people in front of them die. And when most of the people in front of them die, they will still have time and opportunity to escape. But if this layer of cognition is taken away, and they are made to understand that no place is safe, and that they will even be the first to die when they encourage others, what will happen then? Without a human shield that can be sacrificed at will, will these noble people who only dare to speak and not die really be as brave and fearless as they say? There is a saying in my hometown: to shoot the general, shoot the horse; to capture the bandits, capture the leader. If the commander who only knows how to give orders blindly is killed, then how many people will be willing to choose to be enemies with a person who is not willing to hurt his family or this land? The only thing that will be damaged is the nobles' reputation. And that kind of thing, is it valuable to a soldier? Maybe they get a salary from the nobles, and even if they die, they will be compensated. But the big premise of all this is that the noble's family is still alive. If they are destined to die, then their loyalty will be in vain. In the end, their family will have one less family member, and they will not receive any compensation. In this case, how many people will be willing to sacrifice their lives to deal with someone they can't defeat? In the end, it is a mistake to appear in a place where a magician can see with the naked eye. "
A series of questions. Although it was a conversation between Lin and the Cassette Cutting, it was also a blow to the morale of this group of soldiers. The leaders were all dead, and it seemed that the person they were loyal to was destined to die. Then what was the purpose of sacrificing their lives in vain?
Of course, there was no lack of loyal soldiers. Seeing that the morale of their companions was so damaged, they wanted to retreat. Anxious, he stepped forward and shouted, "Don't believe what this magician says. If he is really not afraid of our advantage in numbers, he will not say so much nonsense. Everyone, kill him, for the baron … "
Before he could finish his words, he was beheaded.
This time, the magician on the canopy changed his posture and also held a head in his hand. It was the man who had spoken. The magician who killed the man raised the Cassette Cutting in front of him with a slight dissatisfaction and said, "The knife is too fast. It doesn't seem to be a good thing."
"Why do you say that?" The Cassette Cutting asked curiously. Since when did his strength become a weakness?
"You see, the sword is not stained with blood, as if it has never been cut. If today I held a head in one hand and a bloody sword in the other, wouldn't it look more convincing? Or is it that I haven't killed enough, so the blood is not stained enough? Maybe it's a good choice to collect a bucket of blood and let you drip it while you drip it. "
As the magician spoke in a strange tone, the first soldier who could not take the fright threw away his weapon and turned to flee. No one stopped the soldiers from fleeing, because the head of the person who was in charge and had the authority to execute the deserters had already been piled at the feet of the magician.
However, before the magician had time to appreciate the scene of the enemy fleeing, he was mocked by the weapon in his hand. The Cassette Cutting said angrily, "You idiot, what kind of stupid idea is that! Just to scare people, you want to pour blood on my head. Do you know that the blood stains are super annoying? If you don't deal with it, it's super uncomfortable. "
"You're a sword. How can you have so many strange hairs?"
"Ah, why don't you pour that bucket of blood on your head? I guarantee that it'll be even scarier. You damn fatty, don't think that I can't recognize you just because you've changed your armor! "
"Hehe, I've been discovered. I thought I pretended very well. "'Lin' revealed a mischievous smile.
"Why did you run out?" asked the Cassette Cutting.
"'Lin' replied," It's very normal for a person to have a second personality when they're half-asleep, half-awake, or drunk. Otherwise, why would there be so many people who always say that they don't remember anything after they wake up? If it weren't for us, they wouldn't have the chance to find such an excuse. "
"With that stinky mouth of yours, sooner or later, you'll get that idiot in your armor killed."
"Hey, how can you think that he doesn't have me in his bones? My relationship with him is on a higher level than 'you have me in your mud, and I have you in my mud.' If he really doesn't have me in his personality, then I shouldn't exist. Do you understand? Ah, no, of course you don't understand. Isn't it too difficult for someone who's always stiff to understand things that require thinking? After all, the blood is concentrated in the lower half of the body. "
"... I don't have a lower half."
"No, you don't even have an upper half. Heh, heh, heh heh heh heh … "While laughing weirdly, the half-asleep Lich threw a hardcover book out of the window. The person staggered and fell from the shelter to the ground floor.
This fall not only stunned the person, but also woke him up. Once again, he rubbed his eyes and looked around drowsily. He had fallen off the bed … Fine. Grabbing the yellow soil beside him, the person understood that he had not only fallen off the bed, he had also fallen out of the window and onto the ground floor.
But he was so sleepy …
With another flash, Lin returned to the bed in his original room and went back to sleep. Then, a certain sword shouted in a lonely voice, "Hey, I've been forgotten. Someone come and pick me up. "
The corpses left behind in the early morning conflict would naturally be cleaned up by the town's corpse collectors. Of course, there would also be sheriffs in charge of maintaining law and order. In order to maintain the stability of the town, they would arrest and punish such vicious people.
However, if the difference in strength was too great, the whole town would appear to be quite peaceful. Now, Colombo Harbor was in such a situation. Everyone only wanted to send the god of plagues away as soon as possible and not provoke him.
As for the unlucky person who died, Baron Raber was not as great as his subordinates boasted. The baron was just one of the people with noble blood in Colombo Harbor. Therefore, when his subordinates died, the residents would not feel sad or angry. Instead, they would feel a little happy. The baron's useless fat son in the harbor was not to the point of being hated by the people, but he was still quite unpopular.
Moreover, the people in the maze world were not ignorant and obedient people. Perhaps they did not dare to directly cause trouble for the nobles, but if a group of guards went too far, sometimes they would disappear in the dark alleys. This was not something that had never happened before. Therefore, when they caused trouble for the mages and were killed in return, this could only be considered as a slightly different daily life. The residents would not be surprised.
However, in a small alley, the person who was secretly watching all of this was not 'satisfied' with such an outcome. He pulled down the hood of the large cloak to hide his face more tightly. The dark-skinned hand quickly retracted under the cloak.
Although the sunlight in the early morning at the end of winter was not so strong, for the residents of the underground, it was still not very suitable. At least, the curse from the sunlight was real and the burning sensation on the skin was real. Everything on the ground was disgusting.
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