Looking at Jia Luo, who had a big hole blasted out of his chest by the one-hit kill staff, Richard shook his head gently and briefly cleaned the scene to get a sense of it.
Jialuo's strength is actually not weak, as proven by the fact that he can block more than ten attacks from his thorn-type miniature spell-seeking missiles. However, no matter how strong it is, that's all. For him, it just requires more investment in micro-spell-tracking missiles, or more investment in production materials and production man-hours.
When he started using magic pattern templates and using photolithography technology to try to make small batches of miniature spell-tracking missiles, no matter how strong the opponent was, the corresponding number was nothing more than a number.
In a sense, Jialuo's death was unworthy and aggrieved, just like a well-trained elite warrior who was killed with a bullet.
The reason why Jialuo and the other wizards died was not at all due to negligence in the battle, not because of loopholes, not because of their own mistakes, but because of the crushing of levels - the crushing of the level of combat thinking.
And that's exactly what he's after.
Through continuous efforts, overcoming various difficulties, becoming the strongest individual, and becoming the king standing at the pinnacle of strength sounds very exciting and passionate.
But in his eyes, this is completely backward.
Effort is a very praiseworthy quality, but it would be too stupid to rely solely on effort to solve everything, or in other words, too lazy in thinking.
After all, if everything can be solved through hard work, then those at the top of the social class should be miners, not paunchy aristocrats.
He has no intention of becoming the strongest person in the current world. What he has to do is to analyze everything, figure out all the principles, and be able to control the life and death of life, including the strongest person, at any time.
What does it mean to be number one in the world
It’s interesting to analyze, master, and subvert the rules of the entire world.
Thinking about this, Richard turned his head and looked aside.
The sound of "rustling" sounded, and Shan De, who had fled here before, slowly walked back.
…
Sander, who came back, first scanned the scene and the corpses of all the Truth Society wizards, then pursed his lips and fell silent.
Richard looked at Shan De and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Xander shook his head, "I just suddenly thought that in a short period of time, this might be the last time I help Sophia get revenge. After that, I will try to resurrect Sophia. I hope I can succeed, I hope Sophia Don’t blame me.”
After finishing speaking, Xander took a deep breath, looked at Richard and said: "If you can, please wait for me for a while. I want to do something before we talk about the deal between us."
"Okay." Richard agreed, and then asked curiously, "What do you want to do?"
Xander did not answer aloud, but gave the answer with actions.
Taking a step forward, Xander walked towards the corpses in the field and piled them together. Then he dragged several corpses out from the castle and built them into a mountain of corpses.
He opened and closed his lips, recited a spell, and a ball of oily green flame emerged from his hand, and then he threw it towards the mountain of corpses.
"puff!"
The oily green flame spread quickly and burned.
Under the flames, the corpses twisted one by one and did not turn into ashes, but turned into black stone-like substances. In the end, the flames died out and all the corpses turned into a large irregular black rock.
Looking at the black rock, Xander carefully pulled out a pink silk scarf from his arms, sniffed it vigorously, and placed it close to his body.
He said to himself: "Sofia, please wait for me to resurrect you. If I fail, please forgive me. I will use all my strength to avenge you until death."
After finishing speaking, Sander looked at Richard, walked closer, and said, "Okay, now we can talk about our deal."
"good."
"In our transaction, you have basically paid for what you have to pay, and it is my turn to pay for the rest. The first is my promise to help you do something in the future, and I will definitely fulfill it." Sande said seriously, "However, considering that when you need my help, I may be anywhere, so I need to leave you a communication tool."
"What?" Richard asked, looking at Shan De.
"That's it." Xander said, holding the little finger of his left hand with his right hand and folding it hard. There was a "click" sound, like breaking off a dead tree branch, and the top phalanx was broken off.
While doing this, there was no expression of pain on Xander's face. He just carefully placed the broken phalanges in the palm of his right hand and recited a spell, causing the phalanges to quickly crystallize and turn black, eventually becoming something like an obsidian cylinder. thing.
Handing the obsidian cylinder to Richard, Sande said: "This is the communication tool I gave you. Because I have specially processed it with magic, I can sense it no matter how far away it is. You need my help." When the time comes, inject mana to activate it, and I will know it, and then I will come as quickly as possible. It can be as short as a few days, or as long as a month, and I will definitely arrive."
"I understand." Richard said, putting away the obsidian cylinder.
Sande added: "In addition to the promise to help you, there is one more thing, and that is to help you confirm your fictitious identity - my teacher.
To be honest, I don't know how to do it, because I have never done anything like this. But no matter what, I will really try hard to pretend that I have such a teacher. Also, I can give you this thing. "
After saying that, Xander took out a small cloth bag containing black crystal powder and handed it to Richard.
"What is this?" Richard asked.
"This thing is called Devil's Horn Powder. It is a very precious spell-casting material. I got it with great difficulty. But I can't use it yet because this thing is used to cast some more powerful and taboo spells.
If I really have a teacher, then he may be very skilled in using this material to cast spells, which can be regarded as a verification of your fictional identity. "
"Very good." Richard said and accepted it.
"Oh, that's right." After that, Xander thought of something else and took out a small, square box from his body. The shape is extremely delicate, but the size is only one size larger than a matchbox, like a miniature sculpture.
Handing the box to Richard, Sander introduced: "I found this next to the inherited wizard book when I had my first adventure. I have been trying to study this thing, but I always can't figure out what it is. The second half of the Heritage Wizard Book has been deleted and edited without any introduction, so I still have no clue.
Not surprisingly, this thing is a waste in my hands, so I’ll give it to you. If it is useful to you, it is the best. If it is not useful, you can throw it away for me. "
Richard reached out and took the box sent by Xander. He clearly felt that the box was cold, extremely hard, and made of a special material. Then he looked at the complex patterns on the box and the black aura of the undead faintly exuding from Shan De's body. His eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly had a guess in his heart.
However, the guess couldn't be accurate, so Richard didn't say anything, just nodded and put it away.
At this time, Xander said with a serious expression: "Now, our deal is completed. I am leaving. I hope we can meet again if we have the opportunity. What's more, I hope that when we meet, I will have resurrected Sophia."
"Then I wish you the best." Richard said.
"Thank you." Xander responded without much expression, turned around and left quickly.
After watching Sander leave, Richard did not rush back to Blue Lake Manor. He blinked, turned and walked into the castle, preparing to collect more information about the Society of Truth - which would help him implement his next plan.
But in the castle, he didn't search for long before he sensed something. He turned his head slightly and looked in a direction outside the castle. After looking for a while, a strange expression appeared on his face. The next moment, his expression became meaningful again. Without making too much noise, he just walked towards the depths of the castle.
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