"What's wrong? You look so serious."
The person who spoke was Babak Abnahan's best friend, the great mage Attila. He had no surname, was a commoner, and was not even a citizen of the Guevana Empire.
When he was young, he had met Babak, who had yet to be conferred the title of Warlock Saint. They traveled together and joined the Empire's First Magician Brigade together.
He was currently the adjutant of the brigade leader and Babak Abnahan's most trusted right-hand man. He was also one of the few people who had the courage to speak to the Warlock Saint normally.
Seeing his best friend walk in, Babak casually tossed the intelligence report from the military department onto the table. Looking at the contents of the few pieces of paper, he said, "This should be an expression of relief. I didn't cross swords with those people just by relying on these few pieces of paper. You should be able to understand what I'm thinking. "
Taking out a small wine bottle from under his robe and shaking it, Attila didn't even look at the thin pieces of paper marked with the word 'confidential' on the table. Every victory of his good friend, the Warlock Saint, had his shadow not been behind it. Of course, he knew the importance of enemy intelligence and knew that these pieces of rubbish from the military department had no reference value.
Taking a sip of the Dwarves' fiery wine, he exhaled a long breath of refreshing air. "Those immature young men probably thought that a Black Dragon and a Lich were easy targets for us to deal with."
Babak frowned slightly as he watched his best friend openly violate the military order against alcohol. If anyone else had done so, the other party would have understood that such undisciplined behavior before the battle was a foolish act of courting death. They might even implicate their comrades. Even if the military rules didn't kill the other party, they would still be skinned alive.
But his best friend's actions hinted that the other party had also guessed his thoughts. Thus, he didn't have the mood to act like a brigade leader and punish the other party.
Attila seemed to have suddenly realized that the wine bottle in his hand was very eye-catching. He smiled shyly and hid the wine bottle back in the pocket of his robe. "Actually, if you really wanted to cause trouble for that group of people, you would've long advised that group of young lads not to play the prediction game of waiting for an exhausted enemy to arrive. Once the other party's destination is clear, you can teleport to the target location and launch an attack.
"Those immature brats in the military library always think that the enemy is stupid enough to act according to their predictions. The victory of those who fought on the frontlines was also due to their good planning. Speaking of which, it was just guessing the movements of the bandits a few times. If he was really that confident in his prediction, why would he insist on holding the encirclement? Wouldn't it be better to deal with the problem before the bandits destroyed the villages along the way? Could it be that the dead and injured civilians were not citizens of the Empire? Anyway, they won't accept my suggestion. Therefore, according to his duty, he just had to be someone who obeyed orders. It would also save them the trouble of warning me again and again not to overstep my duties. Isn't this a happy ending for everyone? "Babak took out the bottle of liquor from his friend's hidden pocket and took a sip of the liquor.
"It's not like playing chess, where you can predict your opponent's next move. What's the point of them sitting in a safe place?" He took out a second bottle and drank. This time, Attila didn't put the bottle away after drinking. Instead, he placed it on the table and said, "There's nothing new about these words. If you really want to complain about those youngsters who only dare to hide in the military library and imagine everything, there's no end to it. It's just that I'm quite curious about your cautious attitude, my friend. "
"Curious? With a Lich as an opponent, it's not too much to pay attention to. So there's something wrong with my attitude. "
"No, no, no, it has nothing to do with that Lich or the Black Dragon. It's that young man. The feeling you give me is that the person you don't want to deal with the most is actually that young man. "
Babak Abnahan thought for a moment, but still decided to tell his old friend the truth. He reached out and flipped through the intelligence reports from the military department on the table. In the end, he pulled out a piece of information about 'Guebrash Tripwood'. There was only a simple description of the former master of the Tower of the Great Sage and the creator of the forum. Most of the information was about the achievements of the Tower of the Great Sage. There were only two lines on the human part.
"The military department collected a lot of information about the experiences of this group of people after they left the southwest peninsula. But they believe that most of the things were done by the Lich who is suspected to be the former Demon King Tikal. Ha, funny, there's even a debate about whether or not the other party is the resurrected Demon King. Do they know how big the difference is between an ordinary Lich and someone with the title of Demon King? In addition, there are many things that have never been seen before, all of which are explained by the recovered ancient technology. Since they don't want to admit that the other party is the resurrected Demon King, then why do they say that everything they don't understand is the reappearance of ancient lost technology? Isn't this very contradictory? "
"Friend, what you want to emphasize is …"
Babak nodded cautiously and pointed at all the information on the table. He said, "What if the mastermind of all this is not the resurrected Demon King, but the man that everyone ignores?"
"How is that possible?"
He pulled open a screen with a water mirror. On it was more detailed information about 'Guebrash Tripwood'. Especially his experience in the Tower of the Great Sage. Babak had wanted to say something else, but before he opened his mouth, he looked at the screen and laughed bitterly. "Even this magic can be used like this because of that man. Isn't it a bit too ridiculous to attribute everything that this group of people has done to that Demon King? We're not completely ignorant of the history of the Dark Ages. What they've shown along the way, are there any traces of that era? Instead, it's more like something created by that man's strange ideas. The forums, the Tower of Mahātmā, the teleportation magic that could appear anywhere, the invincible sword that could speak, the Battleship Slicing Blade, and even the Flying Ship Sid, which was beyond everyone's expectations. Were all of these lost technologies from ancient times? According to this magus' information, it's more reasonable to assume that the forum and the Tower of the Great Sage were remodeled before the resurrection of the Demon King. If you insist on attributing these things to the Demon King, you have to know that the Tower of the Great Sage didn't have any eyewitness reports related to the Demon King. "
"Maybe before that, that man was the Lich's follower and hid the resurrection of the Demon King?"
"Evidence? Where's the evidence? Friend. There's nothing wrong with inferring the truth from what's already been ascertained. But adding too many stories from your own imagination to explain things without evidence and believing that it's the truth is putting the cart before the horse. Especially when the stories you make up conflict with the known evidence, you choose to ignore the facts that have already been confirmed. Haha, don't you think this experience is very familiar? It's clearly something that can be done easily, but we have to prove to others that we can do it! "
"Wait, I'm confused, friend. What are you trying to say? "
"You've reached the same height as me, so you should know what I'm talking about. But, hmph, let's wait. Let's see if the tenth experimental brigade can stop them today and see what the result is. Maybe what I'm saying today is just me talking nonsense when I'm drunk. "
Babak Abnahan's high praise puzzled his best friend, and he recalled the information he had on this group of people. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. The biggest problem was, of course, that the title of "Demon King" had confused too many people, causing them to overlook the person that they should pay more attention to.
The height that Babak was talking about was actually a height of mentality and strength. Apart from the title of Magician, which had to be tested to prove that one's magical strength had reached a certain level, the title of Great Magician and Warlock Saint required the approval of others before they could be conferred.
Weak and ambitious people would actively enrich themselves and express themselves in order to seek the approval of others. It couldn't be ruled out that some people didn't have the desire for fame and only wanted to live their own lives. But some people with true strength also disdained to prove anything to others. They only needed to have the ability to kill all those who offended and obstructed them, and they didn't care about anything else.
Take himself for example. Attila was confident that his strength wasn't much different from his best friend's, and that the outcome of their battle would only be due to one party's carelessness. But Babak Abnahan had been conferred the title of Warlock Saint, while he was still just a Great Magician. In the past, he might have resented it, but now he didn't care at all. That title did indeed bring some benefits, but it didn't help him in his true pursuit.
When he was young, he had also encountered some unknown hermits who were so powerful that he didn't know how to evaluate them. These people all had their own stories or their own pursuits. Titles and power were never in their knowledge.
Then the question was, what was the man behind the Demon King's name thinking?
With this thought, Attila suddenly smiled. Just like what his good friend said, perhaps he was just overthinking it. If the other party couldn't escape this calamity, the tenth experimental brigade would directly terminate all his possible futures, and then there would be no point in discussing this.
Attila shook the wine bottle again and said, "I remember that there are a few Extraordinaires in the tenth brigade. Those people aren't so easy to deal with. "
"If it were you, would you be afraid of the people of the tenth brigade?"
"Hmph, their surprise attack better be so clean that I can't react in time. If I'm prepared, not to mention a brigade, even if it's an army, I'll kill them for you to see. "
"That's right. As far as I know, there are at least nine people in the first brigade who have this kind of strength, including you and me. But we can't even get the title of 'Demon King'. If the people of the tenth brigade want to deal with two existences of this level in one go, perhaps … "
"You think they'll all be finished?"
"Heh, I think that perhaps they'll once again exceed everyone's expectations."
They looked at each other and smiled knowingly. The two people hiding in the room raised their small wine bottles and clinked them. No matter what the result was, what they didn't say was the same: there was no smooth path for the strong to reach the top.
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