Regnar and Annelotte's expressions changed immediately. It seemed that their work tonight was probably in vain. Now that the designers are here, this guy should be able to figure out a way to remedy this.
Want to kill people and silence them? Please, if he is really a legendary mage, it would be good if he doesn't kill the two of them and go back to exchange for drink money.
"But don't worry, I won't tell the defenders of Chaozhou City, and I don't intend to help them." The middle-aged man continued.
"" Regnar and Annelotte were both confused. They didn't understand what this guy meant.
"Aren't you going to help them?" Regnar couldn't help but ask.
"They themselves were not well guarded and made such a mistake, so they should bear the corresponding price." The middle-aged man said calmly: "Everyone must bear the price for their own mistakes, no matter who they are."
"Is this guy trying to trick the Hawke Empire into sending troops and then catch them by surprise?" Such an idea came to both Regner and Annelotte's minds.
"I really won't and can't tell them." The middle-aged man said with a wry smile: "This is the rule."
"Rules?" Both Regnar and Annelotte felt that this guy's words were confusing and they couldn't understand seven or eight out of ten sentences.
"For some reasons, I cannot directly interfere with other people's affairs, or interfere with their destiny." The middle-aged man explained very patiently: "This is... the rule given to me."
"Who gave you the rules?" Regnar found this guy even more strange.
"Who?" Undisguised hatred and anger suddenly appeared on the middle-aged man's face when he heard this sentence. His feelings were so strong and so domineering that even two outsiders, Regner and Annelotte, couldn't help it. He felt a shiver of emotion.
The middle-aged man stared at them, and then said word by word: "You! They! Everyone! This world!"
"..." Regnar and Annelotte couldn't help but be stunned, and then they looked at each other, and they could see the shock and confusion in each other's eyes.
"This guy is probably a psycho, right? Let's ignore him..." Regnar leaned close to Annelotte and whispered.
"Okay." Annelotte also felt that she couldn't stay with this guy for much longer.
The two of them looked at the middle-aged man who was adjusting his emotions, and then prepared to leave without saying hello.
"Stop!" the middle-aged man suddenly shouted coldly.
"What? Could it be that your Excellency has regretted it?" Regnar turned his head coldly. As he turned around, he whispered to Annelotte: "Run away if you have the chance!"
"That's not true." The middle-aged man seemed to have not been able to calm down from his previous feelings, and his tone of voice was much colder now. The middle-aged man glanced at Regnar and Annelotte and said, "If I just let you go back, there's no guarantee that the guys in the Hawke Empire won't know about my existence, so it's better to take some insurance measures."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Regnar and Annelotte lost control of their bodies.
"Human Immobilization Technique?!" Annelotte was shocked. She usually used this spell to control many enemies, but this was the first time she was controlled by this spell. For a moment, Annelotte's feelings were a little complicated.
The middle-aged man looked at them and then began to chant his second spell.
"Annie, find a way to run!" Regnar's face turned red from the force of the force, but even so, his body only swayed slightly. It can be seen that the middle-aged man did not lie - if he did not have the strength of the legendary mage, how could he control Regnar to death with just a third-level spell? At least Annelotte didn't have the confidence to do this with just a third-level spell.
"Don't worry, it's just a pointing spell." Annelotte judged the spell he was about to cast based on the syllables of the middle-aged man's spell.
Instruction, a sixth-level enchantment spell. This spell will force the subject to obey an instruction from the caster. If the subject disobeys the instruction, he will be counterattacked by the instruction spell. As for the cost of backlash, it may be serious injury or direct death.
Of course, this spell does not last forever. Normally, the instruction spell can last for about a month, which is good. But since the caster this time is a legendary mage, it is estimated that this spell will last for three to four months without any problem.
"I am not allowed to reveal my existence to anyone." The middle-aged man formulated instructions for the pointing technique. In this way, as long as Annelotte or Regnar mentioned his existence to others, they would be punished by the pointing technique. .
Strangely enough, after the middle-aged man finished all this, his face suddenly turned pale, as if he had just been hit hard. But the pointing spell is just a level 6 spell. Even if it is cast twice, even Annelotte will not take this level of mana consumption seriously, let alone a legendary mage? What the hell does this happen
"Okay, let's go." The middle-aged man's tone was a bit weak. He waved his hand feebly, removing the human immobilization spell on Regnar and Annelotte.
Regnar's eyes flickered at this time. Although he let himself and Annelotte go, after all, this middle-aged man was a legendary mage who worked for the Stoke Empire. It would be better to get rid of this terrible opponent as soon as possible. And now this guy's weakness doesn't look like he's just pretending. Is it time to take advantage of his illness and kill him
But Annelotte held Regnar back: "It's impossible, he is a legendary mage."
After Annelotte reminded him, Regnar remembered the overwhelming power of Malolite and Clayton. The power of those powerful men in the Holy Realm was not only beyond their comparison, it even far exceeded their imagination. The middle-aged man in front of him was a legendary mage, an existence even rarer and more terrifying than the holy warriors. Even in their weak state now, the two of them are definitely no match for him! At least, Regnar didn't have the confidence to deal with a weak Clayton together with Annelotte!
Thinking of this, Regnar couldn't help but feel afraid of what he had just thought. He shook his head, and then quietly left with Annelotte.
After the two people left, the middle-aged man suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but smiled bitterly and said to himself: "It's just a sixth-level instruction spell, but it will be punished like this. If you had just used a ninth-level eroding mind or memory compilation, it would be really dangerous. Hehe, you guys … You really treat me well!”
The middle-aged man was not in a hurry to leave. He sat cross-legged and rested on the ground for more than ten minutes with his eyes closed. After ten minutes, his complexion had completely recovered. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, then casually tore apart the space and walked in.
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The next morning, in the palace of the Stoke Empire, the thousand-year-old capital, Saron was painstakingly studying the design principles of the magic cannon. To be honest, although he is known as the genius mage that the Stoke Empire has seen for a hundred years. But for Saron, his use of magic in combat relies almost purely on instinct. To him, casting a spell was just like raising a hand or blinking, it was just an action. Precisely because casting spells is so simple for him, Saron has never delved into the mysteries of magic.
Therefore, completely opposite to Inelis, Saron has amazing practical abilities in magic, but his theoretical knowledge is terrible. At least for this magic energy cannon, Saron has not been able to figure out its structure until now.
The middle-aged mage who met Regnar and the others last night walked directly into Saron's study.
"Teacher." Salon saluted the middle-aged man with the most respectful expression. If there is anyone in this world that he can awe him from the bottom of his heart, it must be his teacher.
Until now, Saron still doesn't know about his teacher's past. Not many people even know about the existence of his teacher. Even if many people have seen him, they will quickly forget about him in a short period of time. Saron didn't know if this was caused by his teacher's power. But he still clearly remembers the day he met his teacher.
That day was the Magic Festival. The royal family of the Stoke Empire had a tradition of holding a Magic Festival every year. On the one hand, this festival is to show the royal family's respect for magicians. On the other hand, it is also an opportunity for magicians to show their loyalty to the royal family and show off their abilities.
At that time, Saron was a young man who had just awakened his potential as an attribute ability user. His talent had just been discovered by the Empire, and the Stoke Empire also showed that it valued him. Even though he was just a low-level mage at the time, his huge potential gave him the opportunity to participate in this festival with the royal family.
The festival was running perfectly according to the prescribed plan, but just when the dean of the Imperial Academy of Magic was about to step forward to speak, a man came out, and he was his teacher.
This middle-aged man was wearing a bright robe when he came out, and his whole body was full of bookish atmosphere. If you just look at it from the outside, everyone will think that he is an elegant and polite middle-aged mage, but what he did at that time shocked everyone.
His teacher pushed away the old dean of the Academy of Magic nonchalantly, and then used his own amplification magic to make his request to the king: First, he will become a member of the Imperial Academy of Magic from now on. Whatever material needs you have, the empire must try its best to meet them. Secondly, the talented little guy that the empire just found recently, the young man Saron who was identified as having dual attribute abilities, will become his disciple. He will be solely responsible for Saron's teachings, and no one else can interfere.