"Hehehe." Attila the Archmage laughed strangely and said, "I heard that there's a practice recently to not restrict the actions of children too much. This way, the children raised will be able to unleash their talents to the fullest and achieve something. But even if you don't want to teach them manners and manners, at least teach them some common sense. How can the nobles raise such children nowadays? "
"Maybe it's because he's the second son," Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan said with a shrug.
The term "second son" was not a compliment among the nobles. It implied that he was not cared for and had been abandoned. So the young noble was furious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you."
This time, everyone could not help but laugh and look sympathetically at the person who was jumping up and down.
The meaning of the title "Archmage" was that he was very good at fighting. And the meaning of the title "Warlock Saint" was that he was recognized as very good at fighting.
It was not too difficult for a powerful noble to kill a Warlock Saint who did not have the protection of a magic tower. The question was, how much was he willing to pay? And would he be able to accept the consequences? There was no master in the Mysterious Land who could summon back twelve gold medals and drink a glass of poisoned wine.
Babak Abnahan was too lazy to talk nonsense with such a young man. He waved his hand and said to the others, "Take them away. If they are not convinced, break their legs and carry them away. Let them understand how the word 'strength' is written. I'm trying to save their lives, you know. "
He turned to look at someone and pursed his lips, his tone full of dissatisfaction.
"— This is a master who killed half of a brigade in one breath. Not everyone can deal with him. And I'm also very curious, how did you do it …? "
The anger and momentum that had been rising suddenly came to a halt. Babak Abnahan looked at the night sky curiously, although nothing seemed out of the ordinary. But just now, for a moment, it was as if there was a similar curtain of night that quickly replaced this ordinary starry sky.
They, who were shrouded under it, felt as if they had fallen into someone's hands. It was like entering someone else's magic tower and feeling that their lives were in imminent danger.
The Warlock Saint looked around. There were not many people who felt the same as him. However, everyone who sensed it had the same puzzled expression. No one could figure out where this feeling came from.
He guessed that it was the actions of the person in front of him. For the first time, Babak Abnahan spoke with the other party as an equal. "You did it, didn't you? Looks like you do have the strength to fight. But I still want to know, why? "
Lin guessed that the other party wanted to know why he had killed so many people in the first place. Regarding this, he also felt very helpless. "Can I say that it's because your soldiers are too outstanding?"
"Too outstanding? Does this also deserve death? "Abnahan was puzzled.
"For an ordinary troop, when the commander dies, it will bring about uncontrollable chaos to the troop. Some would flee, some would continue to fight, and most of them would be at a loss. However, those soldiers were too outstanding. The deaths of one or two of them were unable to stop the initial order to attack. They didn't seem to understand that when their strength was not enough, they should conserve their strength and not throw away their lives. In the end, they missed the opportunity to retreat, and I had no choice but to use a method that I didn't want to solve everything. After all, I don't have the habit of stretching out my neck to be slaughtered. I can only say that I also feel very sorry for what happened. "
The density of Warlock Saints in the Holy City of Estali was incomparable to other places. In the neighboring areas, there were no less than ten people who were recognized as the top forces in the land of confusion.
No matter how unconcerned a certain person was with worldly affairs, he would still pay attention to the information about these people to avoid inadvertently offending any of them. Thus, when the young man shouted out his name, he already knew the identity of the person in front of him. After all, there was an old saying when he was a soldier, "Don't beat up hard work or laziness, beat up those who don't have eyes!"
In the face of a Warlock Saint's question, he also answered it seriously. There was no belittling or ridiculing. In fact, that was also his thought at that time. When faced with a strong army that did not know how to retreat, and he had burdens that made it difficult for him to escape, there seemed to be only two outcomes. Either his own people would all die, or the other party would all die. If he did not want to die, he could only ask others to die.
Even Babak Abulnahan, putting himself in her shoes, seemed to have no better choice in that situation.
The soldiers of the Empire's regular army were originally trained to walk down a cliff one by one as long as they heard the order to advance, even if it was a cliff in front of them, even if they fell off the cliff. This was because on the battlefield, everyone had to do their duty well in order to achieve victory on the battlefield as a whole. If the soldiers were afraid to advance, then what was the point of fighting a war?
However, when the commander was so stupid that he was unwilling to give the order to retreat when the situation was hopeless, it would be destructive to the entire army. However, this kind of situation happened quite often for this arrogant army. In the history of the Empire, nine out of ten defeats were due to the commander being too stupid. There had never been a case where the Empire lost in an evenly matched battle, even if the opponent was another Empire of the same level.
Having strong self-confidence was both a good and a bad thing for an army. Thus, the Warlock Saint actually agreed with the reason given by the person in front of him. There was both pride and regret.
He did not have a strong desire for revenge in the first place. He just wanted to see what kind of person had the ability to destroy half of a large army. If the opponent was a heinous bastard, then it would be just right to kill him. Who cared if his knowledge of mathematics would be cut off?
However, after a simple conversation, the Warlock Saint's first impression of this mage was that he was not an evil person.
Thinking about the virtues of the nobles of the Empire, the outstanding ones could bring many benefits to the Empire, and the evil ones could also use their power to cause more damage than ordinary people. However, the latter would often get into trouble that they could not solve. The status of a noble was not considered much of a guarantee in the land of mystery.
Thus, Babak Abnahan did not want to pursue the outcome of a direct confrontation on the battlefield. However, how was he going to end this …
Suddenly, a song that he had never heard before was heard. It was different from the traditional epics that paid attention to ethereal high voices and praised gods or heroes. The singer used a very gentle voice to tell a love story. The sound of the zither was gently plucked and tugged at the heartstrings, making every listener feel intoxicated.
Everyone turned their heads and looked over. It was the place where the apprentices gathered. A group of busybodies took out their instruments and were competing with each other. However, one person's singing attracted everyone's attention. Even the small string orchestra and soprano on the mage's side stopped. Everyone listened quietly.
However, someone knew who the singer was just by listening to the song. In his impression, the only person who could sing like this in the land of mystery was the wild girl who had always been by his side — Halumi. Not to mention where the song came from.
In his impression, he had casually hummed this song on the nights of his travels and sang it once or twice. Sometimes, he would help them translate the lyrics of their hometown and even explain the meaning of the words.
For a period of time, the two girls were most passionate about helping those foreign tunes fill in the lyrics of the land of mystery. Sometimes, they would use the common language, and sometimes they would use the dialect of their hometown. This way, they could sing the flavor of the song.
It could only be said that if this girl was placed on Earth, with this ability and with proper training, even if she did not become a diva, she would still be a big star. It was a pity that she was placed in the land of mystery.
Everyone was curious about this person who had suddenly appeared. Someone approached the Warlock Saint and whispered a few words. Babak Abnahan turned his head in surprise and asked, "That girl is your apprentice?"
There was nothing wrong with admitting this, so Lin nodded and said, "Yes."
"She's an excellent apprentice."
Although he really wanted to complain about how wild this lass was usually, he didn't want to. However, this kind of modesty in the style of his hometown was not welcomed in the land of mystery. People might even think that he was crazy to belittle the people around him.
Therefore, at times like this, Lin used the style of the land of mystery and said with a smile, "Yes, this is an apprentice who will make me proud. However, I still hope that she will put more effort into magic. "
"Haha, I understand, I understand."
In fact, when he thought about it seriously, other than being a little wild, there was nothing about Hallumi that he disliked. As an apprentice and an assistant, she and Kaya were very suitable to help a certain someone who was a teacher. They also did not interfere with his life too much. It could be said that there was nothing to be wary of.
Perhaps it was because the children of poor people matured early. In the beginning, the two of them had suffered together with a certain someone and had never complained. To be honest, Lin was grateful for their company. Otherwise, he would have been driven crazy by this world at some point in time.
Compared to most people who were intoxicated by this novel song, Lin looked left and right for no reason, looking at the situation around him. On the other side, not far away, he caught a glimpse of a familiar beauty. She was surrounded by a group of handsome young men, like the moon surrounded by stars. Fen was talking and laughing with the handsome young men, and from time to time, they were very intimate.
When she sensed a certain someone's gaze, she immediately looked over. Their eyes met. She raised her wine glass and suddenly opened her mouth. It was as if she was saying,
"What a pity, they told me that there would be a good show to watch. I wanted to see you beaten black and blue. "
"Is she talking to me?" A certain someone was confused. When the handsome young men around Lich noticed that the beauty next to them was not looking at them, they all looked in the direction where the beauty raised her glass.
When they saw Lin, some of them showed an expression of disgust, while others leaned toward Fen, proudly showing how intimate the two of them were. There were also some who thought that they were standing at an angle that the beauty could not see and showed blatant hostility.
"Is this … a plan to sow discord and handsome young men?" "Then this young man who came to find trouble with me is responsible for making me look bad." In response to these people's hard work, a certain someone shrugged his shoulders helplessly. He also raised his glass and drank it in one gulp. As for whether or not the former Demon King would fall for the trap, a certain someone had never considered it.
It was fate that brought them together, and fate that brought them apart. Nothing was certain between a man and a woman. One second, they swore to love each other, and the next second, they would eat each other clean. He had not seen many examples like this, but many! It did not matter if it was reality or fiction.
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