Without any pretense, Silanberg released his magical light without hesitation. Like a hard-hearted judge, without any mercy, he kneaded the two zombies, one big and one small, in his palms. It quickly hardened in the light and then turned into fly ash. The gloomy smell in the basement was also swept away in the light.
Maybe it’s because he was engaged in a certain profession in his previous life, or maybe it’s because he was tempered in the abyss of evil spirits. An Fei doesn’t like too dazzling light, and he doesn’t like the light magic that he inexplicably masters. By calculation, this should be the same as the one before him. Silanberg had something to do with it, but Silanberg didn't say anything, so there was no need for him to ask.
Between activeness and passivity, Anfei has always preferred the former, and when getting along with Silanberg, he knew that he was in a passive situation in every aspect. If he asked questions first, he would inevitably have to part with a large part. Instead of focusing on judging whether what Silamberger said is true or false, and pondering Silamberger's intentions, it is better to pretend that nothing happened. Even if he wanted to ask for clarification, his interpreter would not be Silamberg.
It's hard for An Fei to trust people. This is his nature. It's even harder to trust anyone because he has a strong sense of autonomy. If there must be one, it can only be Sol and Ernest. They were on a desert island at that time. An Fei couldn't forget what happened during the journey, so An Fei's choice was to go back and ask Sol for advice. He was not in a hurry.
Buzureano temporarily lent him the Heart of Nature, which was a generous move, but he still failed to win An Fei's trust. When Buzureano lost his composure, he even expressed himself with actions. of struggle. If he were not Sol's student. If it weren't for this group of people. If he hadn't exposed the Necromancer's conspiracy, would Buzuliano have lent him the Heart of Nature? That Buzuliano must be crazy. But Saul and Ernest acted without any selfish intentions or intentions at that time. The two were completely different.
An Fei walked slowly to the bookshelf. The bookshelf was filled with books. The upper two rows of books were neatly arranged, but the books below seemed a bit messy and shabby. In just a moment, An Fei had already made a judgment. There must be some less important books above. They are placed here just so that you can find information when needed. The books below are the ones Nanna often reads.
Light magic and undead magic are indeed absolutely opposite. In the aftermath of the light flames, the pages turned yellow and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some pages even turned into fragments. An Fei leaned down and looked at an open book. His thirst for knowledge has always been very strong. If it were in a university, even the most demanding tutor would be happy for a student like An Fei.
"An Fei, don't touch those dirty things!" Silanberg suddenly shouted loudly.
"Oh." An Fei raised his head obediently. Looking around, his eyes fell on a small cabinet next to the bookshelf. An Fei searched in his immediate memory. There used to be a hat made of white bones. The style was a bit like a medieval crown, but now the crown has turned into dust. An Fei's eyes fell below, and he stretched out his hand and gently opened the cabinet door.
There was a crash, and the contents of the cabinet were scattered all over the floor. They were all strange gadgets. They had escaped just now, but the magic barrier around the cabinet was completely destroyed, and the inside became a mess, so the cabinet door Once opened, these things will be scattered on the ground like dumping.
"An Fei, why are you acting like a child?" Silanberg sighed and walked over. Looking at him, he looked like a teacher who was worried about the students who were doing tricks everywhere. He stretched out his foot and stepped heavily on several students. On the gadget, there was a shattering sound under Silanberg's feet.
"I'm just curious." An Fei smiled.
"An Fei, never be contaminated with such filthy things in your life! Do you understand?"
"I understand." An Fei nodded, but a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
"Huh?" Silanberg suddenly showed a look of surprise. He picked it up with his toes. A small thing turned a few somersaults and landed flat on the ground. It was a small sign that looked like a round shield equipped by a light infantry. The small sign depicts a woman with wings. The wings are black and very conspicuous against the blood-red background.
"Fallen Angel Emblem? It seems that Nanna's status is not low." Silanberg snorted coldly, and a little light bloomed on his fingertips.
"Sir, wait a moment." An Fei said hurriedly.
"Huh?" Silanberg was stunned and turned to An Fei.
"Is this...this Fallen Angel crest very important to the Necromancer?"
"Very important."
"Sir, are the necromancers becoming more and more powerful now?"
"An Fei, just tell me what you want to do." Silanberg frowned slightly.
"They are more powerful than before, which means they have more secrets than before, and these secrets also require more people to keep." An Fei said slowly: "Nanna, as the city lord of Punk City , his status will provide him with the best protection, so I feel that this is a base for the necromancers,
There is more than just one fallen angel emblem. For example, these books contain many more secrets. "
Silanberg thought for a moment and nodded.
"Due to the appearance of spies, I think the necromancers now know that you and Mr. Buzuliano are secretly protecting us. After this loss, they will give up their actions. If we take away everything here and leave Leave some traces to let them know that in order to keep their secrets, even if they are afraid of you and Mr. Buzuliano, they may still muster the courage to rearrange their actions." An Fei smiled: "In the past, the necromancer was always there In the darkness, which has now become semi-open, their shadows are everywhere. I think their leader will not even have this courage."
"Your judgment makes some sense, but it's not absolute."
"It makes sense and it's worth trying. Anyway, as long as we are willing, we can destroy these things at any time." An Fei said softly: "I think you are not reconciled to the current results, right?"
"Aren't you afraid?" Silanberg smiled.
"I have already offended them. I am not afraid that they will come to me. I am afraid that they will also come to me. I might as well..."
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"It's better to teach them a harsh lesson while Buzureano and I are here." Silamberg continued with a smile.
"You agreed?"
"You are not afraid of this child, and I have no reason to be afraid."
"I really hope to see their despair and fear, if those necromancers can still make expressions." An Fei smiled while reaching out to pick up things on the ground.
"Don't touch!" Silanberg suddenly shouted and stopped An Fei.
"Ah?" An Feixiang retracted his hand as if he was shocked, and looked at Silanberg blankly.
"I have just said that you should never touch such filthy things in your life." The solemn look on Silanberg's face flashed away.
"I understand, thank you for your concern, sir." An Fei nodded, showing a look of realization: "Then... who will take care of these things."
Silanberg frowned. He was extremely repulsive to these things in his heart. Let alone touching them, he was barely able to control himself without releasing magic to destroy all the things collected by the necromancer.
"I'll do it." Susanna walked over.
"That's fine." Silanberg nodded and said, "You have to be patient for a while. After handing these things over to Buzuliano, I will expel all influences for you."
An Fei naturally stepped aside and made way for Susanna. Taking away things that belong to Nanna, in order to influence the emotions of the necromancers, and add a bargaining chip for the former between continuing and giving up, this is a big plan that An Fei thought of temporarily, but he also added some Small movements that are hard to detect.
He is very good at finding the key points in the fog, or creating a fulcrum to expand his thoughts. Susanna can touch these things, but I can't. Why is this? What is Silanberg so nervous about
With more than a dozen thick or thin magic books, some broken pages, and the necromancer's exclusive magic props, Silanberg also found a small box underground with his induction, which contained a few pieces of ordinary-quality gray The magic crystal, these things were all packed in a piece of animal skin. Silanberg carefully arranged a seal outside, and then let Susanna pick it up.
The rest of the things are not important anymore. Silanberg released the magic of light, but An Fei fired small fireballs everywhere like the legendary Lord Huodexing. Unfortunately, there were not many things to burn in the basement. The bookshelves and cabinets that Fei focused on had burned into a wall of fire, and the magic books left behind had been devoured by the flames.
The small room opposite the study was also wreaked by An Fei. An Fei was not interested in the potions kept by the Necromancer at all. He would always think of the poisons in Resident Evil, and he did not have the courage of the heroine to fire small... The fireball also hid in a distant place and bombed indiscriminately. It was not until Silanberg told him that all potions would lose their original effectiveness after being irradiated by the sacred flame that they stopped.
After walking outside through the hole, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion who had been waiting for a long time gathered around. One of them looked at the extra package in Susanna's hand, and then asked timidly: "Sir, inside..."
"There are some undead creatures inside, but it doesn't matter. We have cleaned them up. You can live here with peace of mind." Silanberg said lightly.
An Fei withdrew the corner of his eye, does it really not matter? When the Necromancer comes here again, the people who stay here will become unlucky ghosts, because the Necromancer wants to get information from them! An Fei understands, and Silamberg, as the high priest, should also understand. But thinking about it on the other hand, it doesn't matter. Human emotions always depend on occasions and status. A commoner will not vent his anger on the king, and salvation and glory will not fall easily on a commoner. In fact, even if they are allowed to leave, they may not be able to escape the clutches of the Necromancer, because no one will protect them.