The blood-red flame was spinning and licking the ball directly above it, which was emitting a dazzling bright white light.
Tiny whirlpools were forming on the surface of the ball, and a faint golden light appeared in the whirlpools.
But this golden light has become lighter and weaker, almost blending into the surrounding bright white light.
"Miss Shilea, what kind of weapon do you want to have? I will add condensed material immediately." Enleco said.
As he spoke, he looked contentedly at the slowly rotating flames below.
Gather the nine hellfire devices together and use a simple magic circle to gather the flames they emit into a small beam.
Although it cannot completely melt these metals like a magic furnace.
However, it is enough for this small device to mix the hot metal poured out of the furnace and melt it into liquid, further mix it evenly and improve the purity, and remove the impurities that originally penetrated into the metal. competent.
The only thing Enleco regrets is that he wasted so much material.
After several hours of purification and removal of impurities from the molten metal in the furnace just now, only such a small lump is left in front of you.
But it is enough to make a weapon.
"Quick, Shilea, tell me what you are thinking." The elder said hurriedly. As an expert, he certainly knew that it would not take long for these metal bodies to reach the most uniform state. At that time, This is the perfect time to add special materials that condense magic.
The little dancer hesitated and walked up to the crowd. She gently touched the two newly carved molds.
The shape of the mold was exactly what she wanted for a scimitar.
Although the appearance has been determined, she is still hesitant to choose what kind of inner substance.
For magic weapons, the magical properties they possess are undoubtedly the soul of the weapon.
A magic weapon cannot have a soul besides its body.
But choosing what kind of soul and what kind of quality the weapon should have gave the little dancing girl a huge headache.
Only now did she know how her relatives felt when her mother brought her into this world.
These two weapons specially customized for her are like her children, and she wants to choose their future for her children.
Hilaya's heart was filled with anxiety and expectation, but more importantly, hesitation and worry.
What if the forged weapon is not to her liking.
Even parents cannot guarantee whether their children will be obedient. Hilaya has a very deep understanding of this, because there is really no more appropriate example than herself.
What if the weapons forged are as ruthless as yourself
"Hilea, hurry up, the best time is coming soon. Haven't you always wanted to have your own perfect and boring weapon?" the elder urged.
Unexpectedly, this only added to the hesitation and doubts in the little dancer's heart.
"Let me decide! I really want to have a weapon that is as agile and fast as the 'Night Soul'. After all, my martial arts are very similar to the head, but I also really want to have a powerful instant attack like the 'Xing Shuo' Li, how do I decide?" The little dancer screamed.
"There is a way to solve it. Isn't there two weapons? Just make one of them agile and fast, and the other one has strong attack power." Enleco said easily.
"You are so tall. Two weapons with different properties. Although they look very powerful, their martial arts have been completely restricted. As long as a master with a little vision can restrain your martial arts easily, such a thing can still It would be more appropriate to use only one scimitar. At least using only one scimitar will not cause flaws due to the dispersion of power." The little dancer shouted angrily, but she was obviously venting her depressed mood. .
Enleco didn't quite understand what the little dancer said. Although he had good skills, he had never received systematic martial arts training.
The basic part of his skills was taught to him by Kate in his free time during the early days of the trial trainee test. As for the specific application, it was only after Joe's training that he finally mastered it.
Milinda did teach Enleco some more advanced things about martial arts, but they were just some insights and training methods.
Therefore, Enleco knew nothing about profound and systematic martial arts, and his skills were entirely focused on use.
Enleco never insists on knowing things he doesn't understand.
He shook his head in embarrassment and took a step back.
"Hileya -" the elder said in a long tone: "You still want to ask Mr. Enleco to build weapons for you. Is your attitude too unreasonable?"
When her grandfather said this, the little dancer pouted and stepped aside and stopped talking. She didn't know that she was wrong, but she was worried about what Enleco would do if he didn't build a weapon for her.
"I can try to see if I can cast these two magical attributes into the weapon." Enleco frowned and thought for a while.
Mixing several magic attributes together to create new magic items is nothing new to him.
Bertina's holy water is the product of a combination of water magic and sacred magic.
Combining various magic arrays together was originally his specialty.
The holy water production device back then was the best proof.
Enleco thought for a while. Although it was not very clear how to penetrate two types of magic with different properties into metal and make the two types of magic coexist, he should be able to do this with the skills he mastered.
What's more, the magic power condensed in magic weapons is very rare. They can only slightly enhance the strength of the user. Ordinary people holding a magic weapon will not become strong because of this weapon. They can only Let the real masters, when their own strength reaches its limit, use these magic weapons to slightly increase their strength.
Although there is only a small gap, for an extreme master whose strength has reached its peak and can no longer make any progress, a suitable magic weapon is the key to victory.
Since the requirements are not very high, this also reduces the difficulty a lot.
The magicians were extremely surprised by Enleco's unrestrained words, but none of them had any doubts about it.
After all, Enleco's strength left them all speechless.
That magical little bead that continuously emits hot and pure magic flames was enough to shock them.
What's more, except for the elder, no other person can make these small beads emit flames.
Obviously the mental power used to control these magical magical items that can produce fire must be strong enough to at least reach the level of an elder.
Based on this alone, Enleco's own strength has amazed everyone.
Plus, the reputation he already had.
The "holy water production device" that caused a sensation in the entire Kaoqi Kingdom and changed everything was made by the young man in front of him.
Most of these magicians once disguised themselves as ordinary merchants and went to the memorial hall in Chengdaville to see the magical device.
In their minds, the leaking device was undoubtedly an amazing artifact.
There is no doubt that any words spoken by a magician who can create such a marvelous artifact are absolutely conceivable.
"Mr. Enleco, just do what you said. I think this is also Shilea's wish." A magician said with respect. He no longer cares about the little girl's thoughts. Even if It didn't matter if the weapon he created didn't suit the little girl's wishes. For him, as long as he could see with his own eyes how to seal two different magic properties into the same weapon, that was enough.
This is not what the magician thinks alone. All magicians, including the grandfather, think so.
The little dancer had undoubtedly been abandoned by them long ago.
Enleco nodded when he saw that all the magicians agreed, but the little dancer did not object. He stood there and pondered for a while, and then started to move his hands.
…
As the blue powder slowly penetrated into the swirling bright white ball, and as the glaring white light gradually revealed a faint blue sheen, Enleco knew the condensation used to condense the water magic. The material has been evenly mixed into the metal.
The second material cannot be mixed in so easily, otherwise, the material that penetrates into the metal will undoubtedly become an impurity for the alloy that has already been formed.
These materials can only penetrate thinly into the metal on the surface of the weapon.
Let the metal slowly flow into the two molds placed on the huge and heavy iron platform in the center.
The molten metal** quickly filled the mold to the top.
Enleco ignored the slowly cooling metal block. He poured the remaining materials into a small ball of metal that was still suspended in the air.
The molten metal immediately took on a bright golden color.
The two scimitar-shaped metal strips in the mold are slowly cooling down.
On its surface, there are numerous wrinkles.
Although the two scimitars may be smooth and bright when completed, at this moment they are piled with wrinkles, like land that has not been leveled at all.
The magicians standing around are all experts in making weapons, and they naturally know how to deal with these two hot metal blocks.
One of the magicians used huge iron tongs to clamp the iron block.
In the basement next to the door, there is a huge square anvil.
It is completely different from an ordinary anvil. There is a huge hammer floating in the air on its ground.
The magician placed the metal block on the anvil and started hitting it with the giant hammer.
Because the magic circle had already been set up around it, the sound did not appear to be that loud.
Otherwise, everyone's ears would be deafened in this airtight basement.
Those magicians were already accustomed to doing this work, and they were able to skillfully control the lifting and lowering of the huge hammer head.
The metal block made a crisp knocking sound very rhythmically, followed by bright sparks.
The little dancer has already squeezed in front of the magicians. She also has quite a lot of experience in doing this kind of work. What's more, if she wants to make the scimitar reach the hardness and toughness she needs, the best way is to grasp everything. In your own hands.
Enleco, who was relieved, focused on the piece of material placed on the wooden table next to him.
In fact, Enleco himself did not expect that he would be able to find the materials he needed in this place.
But the appearance of the material puzzled him.
It was the most complete piece he had ever seen.
Although the amount of materials stored in Vedsk is much greater than this piece, they are all in pieces and were obviously pieced together after being excavated everywhere.
But this piece is square and square, with the signature of the Magic Empire engraved on the front.
If the guess is correct, this piece of material has been preserved to this day after at least five hundred years.
Enleco is absolutely certain that this is not goods from the Kingdom of Leiding.
Gently caress the surface like ink jade.
Most people would regard this piece as ordinary black jade, but in fact it is the crystallization of the ancient magic empire.
Although Enleco didn't know what the ancient magic empire used it for, he knew clearly that this magical material could gather the huge power of the stars onto its surface.
"Do you have any questions?" The elder slowly walked over.
Enleco woke up from his meditation. He turned back to look at the elder and said, "I'm just surprised that this thing is unlikely to come from the Kingdom of Leiding. If my guess is not wrong, it is from ancient times." One of the greatest masterpieces of the Magic Empire, where did you get this?”
The old man looked at the dark jade-like thing.
Although he himself didn't know what it was, it had a unique meaning to the Shadow Thieves and them.
"This is indeed not from the Kingdom of Leiding. It has been passed down by the ancestors of the Shadow Thieves to this day." The old man said slowly, his tone of voice was low and long, as if he was telling a long-standing legend.
"Oh." Enleco nodded: "But this thing is a product of the Magic Empire."
The old man was not surprised at all by what Enleco said. After pondering for a long time, he said in a low and gentle tone: "It is true, Mr. Enleco, you may not know that our team hid in the desert. The band of thieves among them were originally one of the descendants of the Magic Empire."
The old man's words surprised Enleco, but he immediately remembered what Drekes had told him when he faced the magic emperor who abandoned his body and gained eternal life in the cave.
It can be said that the ancient magic empire was not completely destroyed, because in the end there were still two descendants left. The Emperor Wei's regiment who entered the desert in sorrow and made this their final destination are undoubtedly the ancestors of the Shadow Thieves.
No wonder this band of thieves actually has a large number of magicians.
This is completely understandable. How could the descendants of the Magic Empire not know magic
But as time goes by, for this relatively isolated group, the originally brilliant and glorious magical civilization is gradually lost.
"I want to use this material to make something, can I?" Enleco asked.
"Please do so, it is of no use in our hands anyway." The old man nodded and said slowly.
After receiving the elder's permission, Enleco immediately sat in front of the table.
On the table were carving tools and small cauldrons as well as some other minerals and metals.
In addition, a brand new bronze lampstand is placed in the center, and a hellfire device is placed on the top of the lampstand.
Leave minerals and metals suspended in the air and fixed in position directly above the menorah.
Hellfire spit out blood-red flames to wrap those materials and gradually melt them.
After all this was arranged, Enleco picked up the carving knife.
He recalled the experience of making an astrolabe for the first time in his memory.
With his first experience, Enleco at least knew that the astrolabe had great shortcomings and it was too troublesome to use.
Now Enleco feels more and more helpless as a magician.
Although magic is magical and powerful, it takes too much time to cast magic.
The more powerful the magic, the more time it takes.
Therefore, when it comes to truly critical moments, magicians are really very fragile people.
Enleco thought that although he could exert considerable power through the magic circle, as long as he gave himself time, he was indeed confident to compete with any super magician (of course, his teacher, Her Royal Highness Princess Chrissy, was not an exception. Enleco is not so confident that he thinks he can resist the crazy witch).
However, Drekes's two sneak attacks made Enleco know at least one thing. He had no way to deal with the sudden crisis.
Although he can release magic without using spells, those lightning bolts are nothing to a super magician like Drakes.
Enleco suddenly realized that despite his superb strength, Drechs rarely used powerful magic, and the curse he was best at, which was used for surprise attacks, could also be regarded as a kind of magic that did not require the use of incantations.
As for Trode, he has obviously already found a way to deal with this extremely fatal weakness for magicians.
The evil ghosts, evil spirits, and strange creatures he raised could all be released at will without the need to recite spells. Therefore, he can be regarded as the magician who is least worried about being suddenly attacked by others.
As for the teacher Chris, she split her own mental power into different parts and used the sharp whistling sound to quickly recite the spell, which was also a way to make up for the magician's natural weaknesses.
But Enleco had no intention of splitting his mental power into several pieces, nor did he intend to make his voice sharp and harsh.
All he can do is store magic in the magic circle in advance.
In addition to the lightning magic that is usually used to deal with those little gangsters, there must be at least one skill that can be used to save lives.
And using long-distance teleportation magic to escape is undoubtedly the best choice.
Enleco has never forgotten the scene in the forest when he first saw the powerful power of magic.
The earth-shattering showdown in the magical forest between the crazy and terrifying teacher Chris and the old wolf, one of the twelve heroes who destroyed the ancient magic empire.
Even with the strength of the old wolf, there was no way to deal with Teacher Chris who was constantly moving in the air.
Although using the astrolabe is not the same as when Ms. Chris used "Telbot", she can also use magic to attack.
But for Enleco, who is not as aggressive, it is enough as long as he can escape from the crisis.
Because of this, Enleco fell into deep thought.
The carving knife he raised high could never come down.
Without Most's guidance, Enleco was indeed extremely guilty. He didn't know if he could get what he needed.
Enleco has lacked confidence since he was unable to contact Mostert.
Whether it was him or the other she, they had become increasingly dependent on that monster with a bad personality.
Enleco himself had to admit that without Most, he seemed to have suddenly lost his mind and confidence.
His past strength and wisdom only reflected Most's power. Although he did learn a lot when following Most's instructions step by step, the real wisdom still belonged to Most. .
This knowledge made Enleco feel even more inferior.
This kind of inferiority made it difficult for Enleco to drop the carving knife in his hand.
The carving knife was finally put down.
Let go rather than fall.
The black jade-like thing was placed on the table again.
Enleco left the chair and stood up.
He finally decided to give up.
The rhythmic knocking sounds were still coming from the basement.
The little dancer was still chattering away, and the faces of the magicians were obviously a little impatient.
Enleco slowly walked to the anvil and looked at the happy little dancer and her wide-open excited eyes.
There was a kind of fanatical look in his eyes.
The eyes of those magicians also had the same fanatical gaze, but what they cared about most was obviously not the two scimitars.
The hammer hit the two scimitars heavily one after another.
With the sparks flying around, the surface of the scimitar became brighter and smoother, and now the silhouette of a human figure could be clearly reflected.
When the two scimitars were clamped by huge iron clamps and removed from the anvil, the general shape of the scimitars was revealed.
The crescent-like arc has a very thin edge.
The sword skills practiced by the little dancer are strange and erratic, so the scimitar is made to be extremely light and flexible.
The little dancer pulled out a glove from a magician nearby and put it on her own hand, then picked up the scimitar.
The scimitar was still a little hot, but through the thick gloves, the little girl obviously didn't feel hot at all.
Just like before, the little dancer started dancing with ease.
What makes Enleco feel strange is that now it seems that the little dancer's martial arts are light and elegant and full of a strange beauty, far from the weird and demonic appearance in front of the bar counter just now.
"Huh, not bad, not bad, it's quite suitable. I like it very much. This sword is better than that demon sword. It doesn't have that demonic feeling. Even my moves become ugly and demonic. But the front end is a little too heavy, it would be nice if it could be lighter." The little dancer nodded repeatedly.
"There's no way around it. Who told you to make the knife into such a curvature? The front end will naturally be heavy. You can't change it now, unless you are willing to throw the knife into a furnace, melt it down, and make it all over again." Beside. A magician shook his head and said.
When she heard that the scimitar was to be melted and recast, the little dancer tilted her head and thought for a while, and finally shook her head and said: "Forget it, forget it, I'm just talking about it, it doesn't matter what the point is, it's more powerful. Once you get used to it, There’s no problem anymore.”
"Mr. Enleco, what should we do next?" The magicians approached and one of them asked.
Enleco ordered them to hold the two scimitars horizontally.
He himself moved lightly with his hands, causing the liquid droplet suspended at the top of the flame to slowly float to the middle of the two scimitars.
Suddenly, the liquid beads separated from the middle and turned into two liquid beads, one on the left and one on the right.
The two liquid beads were separated to both sides and lightly touched on the tip of the knife.
The metal ** quickly spread evenly along the blade, like a thin layer of gold foil tightly attached to the blade.
A layer of golden light immediately appeared on the originally blue blade.
Although Enleco has not yet input magic power into this weapon, at that moment, Enleco knows that at least so far, the building work has not failed.
That faint layer of light was so familiar. He had once seen it on the legendary divine bow left by the ancestors of Hegeero, and on the divine sword used by the founding hero of the Kaoqi Kingdom. Having visited the same scene, magic weapons must have been made using the same method in ancient times.
Except for Enleco, everyone else was also surprised by the magical brilliance that was constantly flowing and changing.
Especially the little dancer, she couldn't wait to grab the two scimitars in her hands.
"Okay now, my work is basically over. Next, I would like to trouble you to carve the magic patterns and charms into the blade and handle. Anyway, I have already drawn the drawings for you. All you have to do is follow the drawings and you can complete it. The making of this pair of scimitars, as for when to sharpen the blade and how to make the handle, is something I am not familiar with." Enleco said that he felt quite tired and very hungry at the same time.
"If there's nothing wrong with you, I'm leaving." Enleco turned around and planned to leave without getting a reply from everyone.
"Mr. Enleco, is this outer layer of metal absolutely indestructible?" an old man asked.
"No, how else will you sharpen the blade? But don't worry, you don't have to worry about the damage. As long as you finish cutting the blade and carve the magic pattern, put the two scimitars into the flames and burn them. The layers of metal will naturally spread evenly again." Enleco said and walked towards the stairs leading outside.
There was another clanging sound behind him.
When I walked out of the tent, it was late at night before I knew it.
But the camp was still very lively, with countless figures moving around and noisy noises coming from every tent.
For this place, Enleco only knew one tent.
Walking towards the "bar", you can see many people standing at the door from a distance. It seems that it is not easy to get in.
But Enleco's belly prevented him from being lazy.
Without the little dancer to help clear the way, it would be quite difficult to squeeze into the bar.
Enleco spent a lot of effort to get to the counter.
But this time, there were people sitting in front of the counter, and these people were obviously unwilling to give him a place to sit.
Enleco was even a little worried that the bald bartender had forgotten him.
"Do you want to continue eating the same food? Or do you want to have a new one?" the bartender said. Obviously he has not forgotten Enleco. After all, people with Enleco's status are easier to be fooled. People remember.
"Is the original one still there?" Enleco also knows a little humor.
"Unfortunately, no more," the bartender replied.
"Then give me another one that's exactly the same." Enleco said.
This time the bald man served the food very quickly, but thinking about it, it was already so late and there was no one else eating except him.
Without a seat, Enleco could only stand upright.
Fortunately, in addition to the two plates, there was also a rather large wooden plate.
Enleco held the wooden plate with his hands. Although the wooden plate was a little greasy and sticky on the bottom, it was uncomfortable. Although it was really inconvenient to hold the wooden plate with one hand and eat with the other hand, even though the people next to him crowded around. Squeezing in, Enleco felt as if he was swaying uncomfortably on a boat in a storm.
But with an empty stomach, Enleco no longer paid attention to anything.
To his slight relief, the food tasted quite good.
Although it was a little cold, the taste was pure and strong. In Enleco's view, the chef's skills were not much worse than those of the chefs in Vedsk's big restaurants.
Although there was nothing picky about the food, Enleco was not very interested in the glass of wine.
He regretted that he shouldn't have said exactly the same thing just now, or at least removed the glass of wine.
Returning the plate to the bald bartender, Enleco held the wine glass in his hand. He had already made up his mind to find an opportunity to pour all the wine away when no one saw it.
"Sir, who are you going to charge the bill to?" asked the bald bartender.
"Accounting?" Enleco asked in confusion; "Do I still have to pay to eat here?"
His words brought a burst of laughter from the surrounding people.
"Are you kidding me? You can eat whatever you want without paying. How can there be such a good thing in the world?" A person next to him said with a smile.
"Does Miss Shilea also need to pay for what she eats?" Enleco asked.
"You're right." The bald bartender said with a smile, leaning on the counter with his elbows.
"Where did she get the money? Did it go to her grandfather's account?" Enleco asked.
"The elder and the head are the only special people here. They don't have to spend money. As for Silaya, she earns quite a lot from dancing here." The bartender said with a smile.
"Dancing? So Hilaya still has to dance for her own livelihood, so why did she say that she danced entirely because of her own interests? And didn't she say that she didn't get a penny from you?" Enleco asked in confusion.
"Of course it's also for fun. There's nothing wrong with that at all. Silaya doesn't have to worry about being able to support herself. As you said, she can put the blame on her grandfather. Minors here are covered by them. Her parents paid for it. And Hilaiya herself is a warrior, and the expenses of warriors are usually paid by the regiment. She comes to us purely for fun. In fact, except for Hilaia, all the women dancing here do it for fun. , money is not the main issue. And I did not give them a penny, but those who drink and eat here have to pay for their dancing. I did not give them money, they always do it by themselves. How much you take depends on your own conscience, but that little girl has a bad conscience and is extremely thick-skinned. I would rather she not come to my place to dance." The bald bartender explained with a smile, obviously he said It was completely different from what he had in mind.
"It's really hard for me to imagine. By the way, you just said that Shilea was a warrior. Aren't you all warriors?" Enleco asked. In his impression, everyone in the thieves group should be a warrior.
The bald bartender looked at Enleco, then stood up from the counter and pinched his abdomen with his hands, revealing a soft circle of fat.
"Do you think someone like me can be a warrior?" As he spoke, the bartender pointed to a skinny little man sitting in front of the counter: "Does this guy look like a warrior?"
Enleco looked at the two of them, and the doubts in his heart became more intense.
"Not everyone here is a warrior. The Shadow Thieves are different from other thieves groups in the desert. We do not mainly focus on robbery. Whether we are transporting goods for merchants or running various businesses ourselves, we can get more The rewards are generous, so we don’t need many warriors, but our warriors are definitely the strongest. In addition, we have magicians, so the shadow thieves can allow most people to run other industries. Some of us are businessmen, and some Some people are experts in appraisal, and some are craftsmen. But I am a bartender, the most unpromising person here." The bartender said with a smile.
"You bald guy. You are the richest person here. You are so fat. If you let me run this bar, I also want to try being a bartender." One person shouted immediately.
As soon as the topic started, several people stood up immediately. The bald bartender refused to give in, as if he was trying to defend his position, but Enleco knew very well that this was just a joke.
While everyone was in chaos, Enleco quietly threw away the wine.
He turned and got out of the crowd.
Standing at the door, looking at the clear starry sky, Enleco didn't know what it felt like.
This is a completely different world, it can even be said to be a perfect world.
Wherever Enleco looked, there were happy smiles everywhere, even the dancing girls, their faces were also filled with endless smiles.
Although these dancers were wearing heavy makeup, Enleco suddenly felt that there was nothing vulgar about them. Everything was so natural and not artificial at all.
They are not pleasing others, they are actually pleasing themselves.
There is a different kind of tranquility in the campground at night.
Although there were bursts of noisy noises everywhere, Enleco felt a kind of human peace from the enthusiasm and noise.
Whether it's the tall guy with a scar hanging from the corner of his mouth, or the short fat guy with a fat head like a big meat worm, everyone here is in a peaceful mood.
Everything here reminds Enleco of his hometown Severna.
But even in my hometown, although life is equally peaceful, it doesn't have the peaceful atmosphere here.
Those rich people in their hometown still behave more or less domineeringly.
But you will never see such people here.
According to her status, the little dancer is undoubtedly the little princess here, but she doesn't feel pampered or condescending at all.
In addition to her fondness for hands and feet, this little girl is much more amiable and amiable than Her Royal Highness the Princess, and of course she cannot be compared with Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Kingdom of Leiding, who has a special status.
After walking out of the tent, Enleco walked around the camp. The camp was a different scene at night. Tents were set up on the surrounding grass. Each tent could accommodate up to two or three people.
Enleco was full of curiosity. He felt very strange about one thing. Do the people here have no concept of home? A temporary tent set up for sleeping at night definitely could not be called a home in his opinion.
So where are their belongings, their personal belongings
Is this just a temporary camp
Enleco raised his head and looked at the moonlit night sky.
He suddenly thought about where he would sleep tonight
Do you want to sleep in the grass next to the camp
Enleco wandered around, planning to find a relatively clean open space.
"How was your day?" Suddenly a voice came from the darkness.
Enleco followed the sound and watched carefully, but he could only vaguely see a figure sitting there with his back against a sand poplar tree.
When he got a little closer, under the faint moonlight, he recognized the identity of the speaker from the brush-like mustache.
Seeing clearly that the figure was actually Gorslow, Enleco's first reaction was to turn around and walk away.
After all, to him, Gorslow was an extremely dangerous figure no less than Hegeero.
However, it was not polite to do so. After Enleco hesitated for a while, he finally decided to have a few words with the leader of the shadow thieves, then politely said goodbye and left.
"Mr. Gorsloo, thank you for your hospitality..."
Before Enleco could finish his polite words, he was interrupted by Gorslow.
"There is no one else now. I think we don't need to be so tired talking to each other. I want to ask you a few questions. Of course, it's your own choice to answer or not." Gorslow said calmly.
"I will try my best to satisfy your wishes." Although Gorslow has said that there is no need to be polite, Enleco still follows his own habits and uses his own way to keep a certain distance from the shadow thief leader.
"I want to know what kind of relationship you have with Miss Feeney? Although there are many rumors about you, I hope you can give me a correct answer." Gorslow said straightforwardly.
Enleco frowned. This was the question that troubled him the most, and it was also the most difficult question to answer.
"Fenasia and I are classmates. At least we studied under the same teacher." Enleco said cautiously.
Gorslow obviously had some misunderstandings, thinking that Enleco was afraid to tell about his relationship with Miss Feeney, which would be detrimental to him.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who has no sense?" Gorslow said nonchalantly.
"No, what I told is indeed the truth. Fenacia and I are not a close couple as everyone said. The reason why Fenacia ran away from Haguero was not because of me. Because of that, I think you should also know the real reason. You are obviously an insider of the things that happened in the Haguero family." Enleco cleverly threw the problem to the ancient curse. Anyway, this This is such a mysterious and mysterious thing that no one can explain clearly.
Enleco's reasons are not unbelievable to Gorslow.
Gorslow knew the curse that was placed on Hegeero's family.
This is not because he and Hagrid were close friends who talked about everything, but because his bloodline carries the bloodline of the ancient magic empire.
It can be said that he and Hegeero have been familiar with each other for a long time, and they are both old enemies and old friends.
"Could it be that there is no emotion at all between you and Miss Feeney?" Gorselow asked.
Enleco did feel ridiculous, and he almost laughed. In order to balance his mood so as not to reveal his flaws, Enleco could remind himself of some less interesting memories. Of course, Her Royal Highness the Princess and her crazy aunt The persecution of himself was so painful that it was almost unbearable to look back. Enleco quickly skipped these memories one by one.
He thought of Miss Monisha and that warm and sad scene, and Enleco's expression became heavy.
"Fenacia always treats me as a little brother, and she has always taken care of me." Enleco was talking about Fenacia, but what he was thinking about was Miss Monisha. He did From Miss Monisha's eyes, you can feel the gentle and kind look of a sister looking at her younger brother.
When Enleco said these words, Gorslow always stared at Enleco closely.
The change in Enleco's expression made Gorslow puzzled.
From an expression full of laughter, to pain and sadness, and then to a touch of melancholy, this series of changes in expressions made it difficult for Gorslow to guess the true relationship between Enleco and Miss Feeney.
But what is certain is that there is no falsehood or cover-up in these words.
Of course, Gorslow would not think that there would never be a romantic relationship between two people who feel like sisters and brothers, just like him and Shilea, although he has always regarded Shilea as his sister. , but he was not unaware of Sileia's deep feelings for him.
It is very likely that the same is true for the young man in front of him. Perhaps because he is too young, he is not aware of his admiration for Miss Fei Ni, or perhaps Miss Fei Ni has a more sincere emotion for him.
For Enleco, Gorslow spent a lot of energy to understand him.
Judging from the intelligence collected and his secret exploration, this young man has absolutely no merit except for his extraordinary strength and wisdom that belies his age.
He has a cowardly character and is not as sympathetic as his other two companions.
When it comes to quality, it is also somewhat lacking.
It was hard for Gorselow to imagine how such a young man could attract such an angelic figure as Miss Feeney.
If Miss Fei Ni fell in love with this boy just because of his superb strength, it would be a huge insult to Miss Fei Ni.
Miss Feeney is a noble and compassionate person, which can be seen from the fact that she even sacrificed her life to enter Kashgar, the most dangerous place, in order to save her embassy companions from danger.
Although the young man in front of him has appeared in several cities, obviously with the same idea, he has always chosen weak places that pose no threat to him. What's more, judging from his few appearances, he It's more like showing off your abilities.
If it were what he said, it would be understandable.
An angel-like girl, in order to prevent a young man who is very talented, extremely powerful, and will obviously become even more powerful, from getting lost in his confidence in power, and uses extremely pure and noble love , to influence him and guide him.
Gorslow has even determined that the little bit of limited virtue in Enleco's character is the result of the angel's efforts.
"So, it is rumored that there is some kind of spiritual connection between Miss Feeney and you." Gorslow hesitated for a long time in despair. He really didn't want to say that sentence: "Some people say that you and Miss Feeney are destined to be together." Twins, is that so?"
"You can say yes, you can say no." Enleco gave an ambiguous answer.
"I want to hear an understandable explanation." Gorslow absolutely refused to let go of this most important matter.
Maybe you can ignore other things, but you must absolutely understand this matter.
"There is indeed a spiritual connection between Fenasia and I. It can even be said that I am her and she is me. Our teacher, Her Royal Highness Princess Kris, once conducted a special magic experiment with the two of us. "Enleco kicked the trouble to Chris. Anyway, Gorslow couldn't go deep into the magic forest and ask Teacher Chris for confirmation.
"For that terrifying forbidden spell magic 'Spiritual Storm'?" Gorslow asked. He was certain about this matter, because after that incident, he had worked with the elders and other magicians who could find it. The teacher discussed this matter together.
The final result is obviously no different from what Enleco is saying now.
This kind of terrifying forbidden magic that has never been recorded in history must require extremely special methods to be able to be cast. It is simply impossible for two magicians to join forces to cast this kind of magic without a direct spiritual connection.
Although it is not uncommon for magicians to work together to perform magic, it is always dominated by a certain magician, and other magicians only provide magical assistance or perform some adjustments and control.
But "Spiritual Storm" is completely different. It is the incomparable power of two magicians summoning the supreme gods with their own magic power.
If there is no direct spiritual connection, it is almost 100% likely to fail because the magic power cannot be synchronized.
"I'm afraid this kind of connection has limitations." Gorslow said. In fact, this is just his personal wish. After all, no one would be happy that the person they deeply admire is spiritually the same as another person. Inseparably the same person.
"Yes, as long as there is a certain distance between Fenasia and me, we will not be able to contact each other, and this connection will also be isolated by other magic. This was the case in the palace, and it is also the same now. Situation." Enleco said, of course, not a word of this was true.
But Gorselow didn't look at his face, so he wasn't seen through.
"No wonder, Miss Feini is always far away from you, and you and her rarely appear on the same occasion." Gorslow nodded: "After all, no one wants to let others know what is thinking in their mind. .”
"What are you going to do with your relationship with Miss Feeney?" Gorselow asked.
"I don't feel that there are any emotional issues that need to be resolved with Fenacia. I always treat her as a sister. It's just Hagrid and others who misunderstood." Enleco pretended to be innocent. Have to explain.
If it were normal times, with Gorslow's shrewdness, he would definitely be able to see that Enleko didn't mean what he said, but now he has preconceived ideas in his mind, and he is in a very upset mood at the moment, so he doesn't pay attention at all. To the false elements in Enleco's tone and expression.
"I hope so, you can go." Gorslow said lightly, his figure once again blending into the darkness.
Enleco didn't even say goodbye, and quietly left the thief leader who was sitting alone with his back against the tree.
He walked toward the distant woods.
There was a piece of flat land there, and although there was surprisingly no grass growing on it, at least it wasn't occupied by tents.
Enleco has already chosen where to sleep.
He really needs to sleep alone now.
Tomorrow may be another extremely hard day.
Before he could completely resolve the curse, he had to hide in this unexpected haven for a day or two.