As the host, Great Mage Kabanbai still had to send this junior Warlock Saint away and discuss how to deal with the aftermath. Regardless of whether the other party had brought people to cause trouble, or whether the other party had killed all the troublemakers, a Warlock Saint had even been stabbed with a sword! Both sides had to give an explanation for this mess.
After watching them leave, Lin turned around and walked towards the room where the printing machine was installed.
Along the way, the mages and apprentices who had come out to welcome the Warlock Saint retreated to the sides. They lowered their heads and did not say a word. They were frightened.
They had never thought that they would have a conflict with the Empire's First Magician Brigade. They had never thought that they would actually win a fight. When the Warlock Saint knelt on the ground, everyone felt like they were dreaming.
One of the biggest reasons why they found it hard to believe was that everything had happened too quickly. It was so fast that they did not even have time to think clearly about which side to stand on before the matter was over.
Therefore, when the man who they had originally thought was useless except for mathematics, magic, and a Lich walked past them, no one dared to raise their heads and look at him. They all retreated and made way for him.
The sound of footsteps was heavy, and the atmosphere was heavy. The corridor of the mathematics building seemed to be shrouded in a layer of dead silence. However, there was still someone who did not speak. It was as if they felt uncomfortable all over. They asked a certain someone, "Hey, you're not in the right state today. Did you not sleep well last night? "
Lin replied, "Missing her has nothing to do with you."
"You look like you're going to walk into the dark side of the Origin Force, and you say it has nothing to do with me?"
"Anyone who catches me wants to step on me. I've endured it for so long. I don't want to endure it occasionally. Does it bother you? "
In response to a certain someone's angry reply, Cassette Cutting suddenly changed the topic and said, "Just say it if you're worried about her."
"Who am I worried about? Besides, no one else needs to worry about her safety. "
A certain sword laughed. Looking at a certain someone's flustered and exasperated appearance, the group of unlucky people who had died miserably had indeed been swept to the tail end of the storm. Otherwise, this fellow would not have killed them so easily. Even a big shot who didn't show any obvious hostility was stabbed by a sword and almost lost his life. And that was if the fellow could not beat the one who had not come home last night; if he had, he would have made a terrible lover.
Cassette Cutting continued to bicker with a certain someone. "You know that I'm not talking about safety, man. There were some things that if you didn't say to her personally, it would be useless even if others said a hundred words. Therefore, you can only solve this matter by yourself. No one can help you. "
"Quiet! Believe it or not, I'll save up money and not build a magic tower. I'll build a huge underground tomb and throw you in there. Even if you're Cassette Cutting and nothing can restrain you, I don't believe that you can destroy the entire underground palace under such circumstances. "
Lin took the Cassette Cutting and walked into the room where the printing machine was installed. However, his conversation with the sword attracted the attention of everyone in the room.
"Don't, don't be like this. One of our companions was treated like this. I don't want to have the same experience. "
"What? Do you want me to help you save him by bringing this up? Or do you want me to switch places with him? "
"Don't, don't be like this either. That guy is a pain in the ass. The reason he was locked up like this was because we were the ones who gave you humans the idea. If he's released, who knows who he'll cause trouble for. "
Lin raised the box in front of his eyes again. "How bad is that fellow who can be called a nuisance by your hopeless nature?" he said.
"Let's put it this way. He's the only Cassette Cutting among us who treats himself as a weapon and is very happy to fulfill his duty as a weapon. He especially loves to destroy his own kind to prove his strength. "
"Just listening to it makes me feel bad." After spending some time together, Lin also understood that Cassette Cutting's sword was not only used as a weapon. It was true that the people who owned them all used them as weapons, but this did not mean that they liked this arrangement. They were only willing to compromise and cooperate with their owners. After all, they needed someone who could travel with them and talk to them.
However, the kind of weirdo that Cassette Cutting talked about was really hard to imagine. "There's someone with such a troublesome personality among you."
"Yes. In your words, he's a blackened Cassette Cutting. Demon God King Insatu, this is what he calls himself, although I don't know who gave him that chuunibyou name, or how he came up with it himself. As for his appearance, I don't know what he'll become. "
When Cassette Cutting mentioned this name, everyone in the room was suddenly shocked and froze for a moment. Then, they looked around and after confirming that there was no one around, they resumed their normal activities.
Of course, this scene fell into the eyes of the person and the sword who were talking. Cassette Cutting said in an annoyed voice, "It looks like they've heard of this name. It feels pretty bad. Has he been released? "
Someone, whose attention had been diverted, said casually, "Ask?" With just that one sentence, everyone avoided a certain someone's gaze. Some even hid by the wall or in the corner, trying to hide themselves using methods that could not be hidden. It looked like he was telling them not to ask him about something. It was best not to even mention it.
Lin Zheng wondered if he should find someone to interrogate and see what they knew. Cassette Cutting helped them out and said to someone, "Anyway, if you meet him, just take a detour."
"Oh, you can't beat him?"
"The main thing is that he's very troublesome. I don't want to have anything to do with him. Don't you want to start the printing machine? Hurry up, hurry up, I also want to see what the printing machine looks like after it's started. "Cassette Cutting changed the topic and urged someone.
After being interrupted by a certain sword, Lin Zheng seemed to have forgotten his negative emotions. He said, "In the Dream Tower, you don't need anyone's help to see the simulation. You can start it however you want, and you can see a better and bigger printing machine. "
"You already said that it's a simulation. It doesn't feel like I'm looking at the real thing. Hurry up, hurry up. Don't you have a lot of things to do after this? Don't you have time to waste here? "
On the other side, the Warlock Saint and the others got into the carriage and left. In the carriage, Babak Abnahan's students were taking off their teacher's clothes in a flurry, preparing to treat his injuries. Archmage Attila was sitting opposite him. He asked, "Didn't you wear the elven mithril mail? It was actually pierced by a sword."
The Warlock Saint, who was jealous, looked at his good friend in annoyance. He allowed his students to take off his outer robe, revealing the silver mail underneath. When Attila saw it, he said, "Yes, this is the one. Did you … wear it? Did you sell the original one and exchange it for a piece of scrap metal to make up the numbers? "
"I've only ever had this trump card to save my life."
"Is it really the elven mail that the golden dragon bit but didn't bite through?"
"That's the one."
"Then what's the deal with that sword? It's sharper than the golden dragon's teeth! "Attila asked in surprise.
The golden dragon was recognized as the species with the highest physical destructive power in the land. Especially its teeth, they would break anything it bit. There were few exceptions.
As for the elven mithril mail that Babak Abnahan was wearing, it was specially provided by the royal family of the former Elven Empire. It was thin and light, and it would not interfere with the wearer's ability to use magic and sense magic. At the same time, it could provide a strong defense. It could be said to be the main thing that he relied on in his expeditions.
"Everyone only paid attention to that man's movement magic. Otherwise, they were confused by the other Lich who had the title of Demon King. It seemed like that man only had these two points to pay attention to. It never occurred to them that the sword was the most important thing to pay attention to. In my impression, there seemed to be information that mentioned that it was a Cassette Cutting sword that could speak. After that, there were no other important points. But that sword was able to read my thoughts. Just this point alone is enough for me to take it seriously. "
As a mage who had reached Babak Abnahan's level, he paid great attention to mental defense and the protection of the soul. He knew very well what thoughts the Cassette Cutting could read when it came into contact with him. It was the thoughts that floated on the surface of his thoughts. In other words, it was the things that he was thinking about that would be seen by the sword.
If the other party really saw through his most important secrets, then there would be no turning back. In for a penny, in for a pound. Either he died, or he died. Fortunately, it did not come to that point. But he did not dare to guarantee that if he continued to let the sword pierce through his body, more of his secrets would not be seen through.
Warlock Saint Babak Abnahan let out a sigh. "Seriously, this man still has too many secrets. It's not the time to deal with him." Even though he did not bring all his battle equipment, which led to this unexpected failure. But even if he was fully armed, he still did not have the confidence to win.
Taking off the elven mithril chain mail, everyone looked at the chain mail, which was so fine that it was difficult to distinguish it with the naked eye. It was densely interlocked and flawless like a work of art. There was actually a gap in the front and back of the armor. But when the chain mail was pulled flat, the gap did not seem to exist. For a moment, no one could see it.
Looking at the wound on Babak Abnahan's body, if it were not for the blood that kept flowing out, no one would be able to see where the wound was. This could only mean one thing. The sharpness of the sword had reached an unimaginable level. So it would not damage the tissue around the wound. There was no turning, no sticking. Compared to this new wound, the old scar next to it was still more obvious.
Attila checked his companion's injury and asked, "From the outside, there doesn't seem to be any major problems. How do you feel? Are there any broken bones? "
As he spoke, Attila pressed on the wound. It hurt so much that Babak Abnahan gritted his teeth and gasped. He scolded, "I'll be fine if you don't be so rough."
"It's really unbelievable. This beautiful wound. Get a priest here and recite a healing spell. No one will be able to tell that there was an injury here. "
"If you like to admire it so much, go take a stab yourself and look at it at home."
Taking out a bottle of healing potion, he first sprinkled half of it on the wound on the front and back of the chest and poured the other half into the mouth of his injured friend. Great Magician Attila asked, "Then, what do you plan to do next?"
"What do you mean?"
"People died here. Nine of them died in one go. It's almost two small teams. Even if they died because of private work, there should be an explanation from the military. This happened right under your nose. "
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