Annan skillfully boiled the water and poured himself a cup of tea.
Then he sat down at the table and looked at Salvatore who was slumped on the chair: "How is the analysis result? Was it successful?"
"Of course it succeeded," Salvatore yawned, and replied lazily, "It's almost dawn, why haven't you slept yet?"
"I guess I won't be able to sleep today."
The young lord sighed: "Just as you were analyzing it in the basement, another big incident happened to us.
"Just now there were more than one hundred 'robbers' in the south of the city. They covered their faces and carried weapons. They brought more than fifty barrels of black fire and wanted to sneak into the city."
Annan especially reads the accent on the word "robber".
He believed that the other party would understand what he meant.
"... what? More than fifty barrels?"
Hearing this amount, even Salvatore was taken aback.
He was obviously refreshed by this sentence, and he choked back half of his yawn.
Because he is very clear about the destructive power that more than fifty barrels of black fire can cause.
For example, only a little over ten barrels of black fire were used to burn down Don Juan's ship. To ignite a house, you only need to dip a cotton-wrapped arrowhead in black fire, and it will ignite immediately after hitting an object.
These fifty barrels of black fire...
As long as they are piled up around the house, not to mention Annan and Salvatore will be burned to death, even the surrounding street will be ignited and burned. After all, the thick black flame couldn't be extinguished with water, nor could it be isolated from the air.
Once the two wizards, Salvatore and Annan, died, it would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with this dangerous flame.
"Yes, fifty barrels. Fortunately, my guards just happened to be going back to Frozen Water Port today, and I met them on the way. Silver Jue blesses me, my luck is not bad."
Annan put down his teacup, and said slowly: "My loyal and brave guards managed to sneak into the crowd, detonated some black fires, caused chaos and burned most of the robbers to death. I saw the fire rising, and brought The militiamen rushed over and killed the remaining robbers.
"There are still more than 20 barrels of black fire left. I submerged them in ice water according to the preservation method you mentioned before. I also covered them with leaves to block the light, so they should not explode easily."
The reason why Annan did not tell the truth here is also very simple.
Because the credibility of this truth may be much lower than that of a lie...
Forty young swordsmen in their early twenties and thirties who have not entered the ranks, can kill more than a hundred experienced private soldiers without dying? Even fighting them with barrels of black fire all over the place without getting a single person burned
If Annan told the truth, Salvatore would think that Annan was hiding something.
"Fifty barrels of black fire... They are too cruel."
Salvatore took a breath and clenched his fists in disbelief: "Where did Alvin Barber get the confidence? Isn't he afraid that we might survive
"I am the son of the Black Tower of this generation, and you are the old crow... I mean, one of the only three sons of Earl Geraint. No matter which one of us survives, he will not survive!"
Just thinking about the possibility that after he came out of the basement, he found himself in the raging flames with no escape and could only be roasted to death, Salvatore was afraid for a while.
"I've thought about it too."
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "And the conflict between us is actually far from that big. This is basically equivalent to a quarrel at a banquet, or a fight after drinking too much, and it will not cause trouble at all. degree of human life.
"So, I can only think of one possibility..."
"You mean, it wasn't Alvin Barber who did it?" Salvatore quickly realized.
"At least he must have taken orders from other people, or was instructed by others."
Annan replied affirmatively: "The older a person is, the more worries he has, and the more he is afraid of death. If he was forty years younger, he might decide to kill someone in a fit of anger. It is even more impossible to send more than a hundred dollars for such a trivial matter." People come to die, which will greatly reduce his control over his private army... "
"Unless, this is not a trivial matter."
Salvatore took Annan's words: "He didn't retaliate against you because of what happened before, but he planned to kill you from the very beginning—or destroy Frozen Water Port."
His heart suddenly brightened, and he couldn't help admiring the young lord who was twelve or thirteen years old.
At least when he was his age, he was still catching fish by the river with a stupid face. Don't talk about scheming people's hearts and planning strategies, and don't even recognize a few big characters...
"It seems that you found something from that black fire sample."
Watching Salvatore's expression carefully, Annan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled silently like a young fox: "Can you tell me?"
"It's not something that needs to be kept secret."
Salvatore coughed slightly in embarrassment: "Actually, the maker of these black fires is me."
Looking at Annan's suspicious gaze, he immediately explained: "I checked and found that they were my finished products at least five or six years ago. Although they were sold in the name of a teacher, they were actually manufactured by me during my internship. Produced... That's why the stability is so poor."
"Well, I understand."
Annan nodded.
It is completely understandable that graduate students are occasionally called upon by their tutors like this...
However, Salvatore's mentor...
"...you mean, Mr. Benjamin?"
"That's right."
Salvatore affirmed.
There was also anger in his eyes: "They originally planned to burn us to death with the teacher's black flames, and used this method to shirk responsibility, and framed the teacher by the way. But they obviously didn't check the marks in these black flames, otherwise They will definitely find out that this black fire was not made by the teacher."
"No, not necessarily. After all, if you killed me, the result would be the same."
Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "However, this is a good thing."
"Good thing?"
"Naturally, it's a good thing, senior. Since the other party will use this kind of devious and extremely risky conspiracy, it is undoubtedly an admission that they have no strength to resist us. Then at least we don't have to worry about the Assassin Assassin."
The boy said slowly: "Since this is the case, we are almost going to fight back."
"How to fight back?"
"Naturally an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."
The corner of Annan's mouth raised slightly, he waved his hand and said cheerfully: "I want to put those black flames back. Put them in his territory, put them in his house, and then... Boom!
"Although the old man may have been coerced by someone, what does his behavior have to do with me? Now everyone knows that we are the victims, and the power of justice and revenge is in our hands at this moment... No matter what you do, at most you will be reprimanded twice by good people."
Annan said calmly: "Our actions are undoubtedly just, my friend. Justice means you can do whatever you want."
Salvatore noticed that when Annan said this, his eyes were as cold as ice, without any fluctuation. It's as if he doesn't care about human life at all...
Although Salvatore also fully supports revenge, but... at least when he said it, no matter whether his heart was awkward, sad or happy, at least there would still be some fluctuations.
But Annan did not have such fluctuations. His tone was so flat, as if he was saying "where to move it from here", there was never any human emotion.
Even the joy of revenge, the hatred and anger when he was murdered, Salvatore failed to perceive.
Salvatore couldn't help shivering.
Like, like a real winterman...
Only those guys who believe in cold-blooded ladies will be born with such icy eyes.
Salvatore's heart trembled slightly.
All supernatural powers in this world come from curses—everything.
Magic is naturally not detached from this category.
Once the magic power of the wizards is out of balance, they will lose control. Backlashed by the curse he holds.
For example, the body of a transforming wizard may be partially or completely transformed into stone statues or gold; the prophet wizard may see a lot of false and chaotic futures, and it is difficult to distinguish whether he is in a dream or reality; Torn apart by the spirit body entangled around him, or simply turned into a twisted monster that is half human and half spirit...
Even if the magic power is not out of balance, if they continue to violate the core curse of the school, they will be backlashed.
The curse of the disability school is the gradual loss of affection.
A passionate wizard who learns and engraves spells from the School of Disabling may even become schizophrenic—every time he casts a spell, he feels a part of himself being frozen emotionally.
That kind of feeling of importance, despise, resentment, and cold-bloodedness will gradually make people doubt whether the decisions they have made are from the heart... and even gradually go crazy because of it.
On the contrary, people who are indifferent from the very beginning are the most suitable for in-depth study of the spells of the Disabling School.
The Duke of Winter even has a high-level wizard advanced profession called "Hand of Winter", which needs to be presided over by the Grand Duke of Winter. The conditions and curses are secret, and he is responsible for the surveillance and interrogation within the Duke of Winter.
But Salvatore still knows the ability of the Hand of Winter:
According to legend, a disabled wizard who completely freezes his inner feelings, and an emotionless watcher.
The pure black ice condensed from the bottom of their hearts is enough to freeze the enemy's concept of time. The moment they touch it, people will lose their resistance, and it can even completely freeze a certain memory of others, or a certain emotion in their hearts. Turn enemies into friends...even make other people's spies forget their mission and concentrate on serving the Duchy of Winter.
… Maybe Don Juan is not suitable to learn from him.
The most suitable place for him to stay is the kingdom of eternal winter in the north. Only there can he realize what is real cold and what is ruthless... in various senses.
Noah's kingdom is still too warm.
... No, not only is it too warm, but the king is almost turning into a stove recently, so he almost roasted His Majesty on the fire.
The whole kingdom is hot everywhere, seeing that the whole Noah kingdom is going to be a mess...
But it's also good.
At least people with feelings are much easier to get along with than monsters without feelings.
Salvatore sighed, and his tone was gentler: "Go to sleep first. I will take someone to recycle those black fires and store them in the basement. After you wake up tomorrow, I will tell you the precautions.
"Then, you can prepare to advance."