Surviving the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 132: Studying Demons Is Killing

There was silence in Hill's study for a while, and no one wanted to recall the pig anymore.

After a while, Fran said, "Then I'll go back."

"Grandfather, stay and eat." Hill said with a smile, "The seafood brought by Uncle Adrian is delicious."

"It was Liszt who did it well." Adrian nodded, "He made it by manipulating the puppet himself. It's very similar to what the undead chef did."

Fran stayed there with great interest and was satisfied with the meal, leaving Liszt's cooking method.

Then he gave Liszt a specially made puppet in return, which can almost be mistaken for the real one, very much like a real person.

Even Liszt thought that the dishes made by this puppet already had 9 points of his skill.

This is an ordinary puppet without wisdom, and Hill immediately felt relieved, and no longer worried about Fran's legendary path.

Hill also knew how to make a puppet, but he couldn't make it with such a dexterity even if he scratched his head.

Liszt set up this puppet as a housemaid, going up and down in the magic tower, coming and going, her footsteps were very clear, which made Hill feel a little popular.

Seeing the water elementals who were about to move to the water system material warehouse on that floor, and helping them expand the space by half, Hill buried himself in making boxes.

After much deliberation, Hill finally felt that although natural breath is important, those demigods of sea monsters probably prefer the gorgeous appearance.

It's just that the boxes made by most human mages are not as fancy as Hill's. After all, they all feel that everything in the seawater will corrode quickly.

They will not use a large amount of water spar in such a place in order to maintain the shape of the box.

Hill also told Adrian that the shape of the box must be as gorgeous as possible, but Adrian has absolutely no problem in this regard.

If it is in his own world, he is definitely a firm supporter of Baroque style.

A few days ago, Xue Yunfeng came once, and Liszt received him, and asked Edgar carefully about his condition.

This player has always been meticulous, and after observing Edgar for a few days, he came to Liszt to hand in the task.

Edgar, changed his last name, Kotor.

After entering the school, because he was already a knight squire, he entered the advanced class directly.In school, they no longer use the term squire, but are called apprentice knights.

Xue Yunfeng said that Edgar trained very hard, and because he received aristocratic education, his knowledge was much higher than his classmates, so he was very popular and he was willing to help others.

After Liszt gave him a generous reward, he watched the undead man stay in the hotel again.

This undead seems to have accepted William's task of monitoring the mage who came here for research.

Recently, there are no fewer than 1000 players in their alliance in this small town.

Liszt returned to the Magic Tower and reported the results to Hill.

Hill shook his head and had nothing to say. The surname Kotor could drive the Earl crazy.

The most proud thing in the earl's life is that when he was young, he defeated the grand knight of the Kotor family, and inherited the title and territory with glory.

If others really think that Edgar is the blood of the Kotor family, then the only honor that the earl can praise can only become a joke.

Edgar, a kid, can really do it.

Hill thought slowly, although he was as cold as his mother, but better than the countess, he did not force things that did not belong to him.

Manton, indeed, resembled the Earl the most.

As long as the earl is still a great knight, a man like Manton, who can bend and stretch, will not do anything to him.

The reason why the Earl followed Manton to the Clare family was because he felt that he could not protect himself by following Edward.

In the indigenous world, great knights are still highly valued.It's better to be looked down upon at most than to die.

Liszt asked Hill quietly: "Sir, those undead people are watching every day, what are they guarding against? The spies here are not that important, right?"

"Find spies first, and then prevent any guy from being corrupted by the devil's words."

"Then what do we need to do?" Liszt thought about some knowledge of demons in his core, and thought it was possible.

"No, there are so many treants." Hill shook his head. "The forest array is very harmful to demons. The newly fallen ones will die when they come out."

He lowered his head and thought about it, and said to Liszt: "You tell the undead, if someone really falls, hurry up, or you won't be able to snatch my treant."

Liszt couldn't help laughing, the undead stayed here every day just for this merit, if they really didn't kill people fast enough, they would probably die of anger.

Maybe it was the timely warning from Liszt, or maybe the players received the warning faster. When the first fallen mage soared into the sky and wanted to fly out of the territory, he was nailed to death by the spear soaked in holy water by the undead on the ground.

Fran only had time to open the window, and the fallen mage lost his breath.

He lowered his head and looked at the dead body, which was beyond recognition. His whole body was blue, his hands and feet had turned into the shape of claws, and his height had soared to more than 2 meters. There was only indifference on his face.

If Hill hadn't kicked out the neutral and evil people, this situation should have happened long ago.

Hill always looked at the world with kindness, and expelling these people was also for their sake, but it made it difficult for Fran and made him wait for a long time.

Seeing this terrible result, many mages who were just here to join in the fun finally realized that studying demonic things would kill them, and many of them wanted to leave.

The few mages who had researched the results stood in the laboratory all the time, wearing shiny magic shields on their bodies, watching everything that happened with a dull face.

In their hearts, there was only curiosity about the words, but they were not tempted by the evil breath in the devil's words at all.

Fran has been warning them to be careful, and they still think that Fran is alarmist, just studying words, how can there be evil in their hearts to be seduced?

To this day, the archmage who has been pleasing them and surrounding them has suddenly rotted and mutated in front of them. If Adrian hadn't acted in time, their heads would have been ripped off.

Adrian removed the shield, smiled and asked them how they were feeling and if they needed a break.

It took several mages to react, shaking their heads and refusing.But ask Adrian, give them a quiet place, preferably without anyone else coming in.

Adrian smiled secretly in his heart and agreed.

At the beginning, when these old scholars gathered together, Adrian asked them if they needed a quiet and undisturbed environment.

But these few felt that Master Fran looked down on other people too much. With so many people gathered, there will always be someone who has new ideas, which may give them a lot of inspiration!
In the end, Adrian was resolutely rejected, and he was accused of a few words, such as narrow-mindedness, and said that scholars cannot be distinguished by purely national distinctions.

Now I'm finally being honest.

As long as these old mages and old scholars are well protected, Adrian doesn't care if the others are depraved.

If it weren't for these few people, Fran would not ask Adrian to stay here every day.

Xue Yunfeng was very clear about it. On the first day when he sent people over, he met with Fran and Adrian and explained William's arrangement clearly.

For this kind of thing, Hill usually takes the attitude of driving people away and nothing happens.

But Fran didn't plan to care.

Since these people strongly requested to participate, he has already told these people that their lives are in danger, but if they still want to come, then take responsibility for it yourself!
Adrian recruited a few sky knight puppets to guard this small research room.

In the big room outside, at the isolation barrier that used to be watched by a large number of people every day, suddenly there was no one there.

Adrian couldn't help laughing, and came to the reception hall downstairs.

Sure enough, as soon as he stood in the hall, people began to say goodbye to him.

Looking at the stiff smiling faces of these people and listening to their stuttering farewell words, Adrian happily sent away most of the uninvited guests.

Fran would not keep these people at all, and the ones he invited on his own initiative were only the few scholar-type mages upstairs who specialized in writing.

These people who leave have more or less ghosts in their hearts.Some people came to inquire about the news with unknown money.

These people didn't notice at all, as long as they have a little crooked thought in their hearts, they will be seduced more and more deeply after looking at these demonic words for a long time.

After it is in sync with the evil fluctuations emitted by the text, those with poor control can only mutate on the spot.

Adrian didn't know how many of these people who wanted to leave had already stepped on the edge of the abyss, but he still dutifully informed them that before leaving, they must go to the fountain in the center of the square, stay for half an hour, and enjoy the natural beauty purify.

Fran would take Adrian there for a walk in circles every morning and evening, and would invite those old scholars.

It's fine if these people don't learn, and they plan to record more of their thoughts while Fran and the others are away.

After all, Adrian often forgot to put away the drafts of several old scholars.

During this period of time, Adrian really discovered that unrealistic desires and shameless interests can make people so stupid.

Some of the idiots who appeared in the nobles were born with low intelligence, and some of them had not received any good discipline since childhood.

And these mages used to be very smart and pragmatic people, otherwise they would not be advanced mages, or even archmages.

Adrian was a little dazed. Did these guys in front of him really become archmages by themselves?
He stood at the door to see off the last farewell mage, and watched quietly for a few minutes. All those who wanted to leave stood obediently in the small square, and even drank the water from the fountain.

Adrian turned his head, looked at the mages smiling at him, and tilted his head slightly like Hill.

These few were sent directly by those countries, not the group of fools outside who took money to do things, and they were very determined.

Adrian nodded to a few people, ready to go upstairs to report to the teacher.

"Mr. Adrian." Someone called him suddenly.

"What? Is there something wrong?"

"I saw a lot of people go away!" He said with a smile, "But I don't think it's that dangerous yet, can I bring some more people?"

"This territory only has requirements for the camp." Adrian smiled. "As long as you are more than neutral and interested in research, you can come."

He walked upstairs slowly, and heard a sentence from behind: "The magic circle outside, can we go anytime?"

"Of course, that is a public place." Adrian frowned, "Just please don't disturb other people. Don't destroy it at will. I think you understand what the territory of natural warlocks means."

"Of course, no one would dare."

Adrian walked into Fran's room thoughtfully.

"What's the matter?" Fran was a little surprised. What else could these people make Adrian so confused.

"There's a guy, something's wrong." Adrian stood in front of the window, watching the mage walk into the crowd in the small square, communicating with many people who were about to leave.

Fran stood over and took a look too.

"He wants to bring more people here." Adrian pointed to the mage and said, "Although he behaved like a nobleman, I don't think so."

"It should be from Dionisio." Fran judged, "The kind cultivated by the temple. A mage who has been brainwashed will never reach a high level in his life."

Adrian asked strangely: "What else do we have here that deserves their caution? And we have to send someone."

"Your Majesty the King may know something." Fran pondered and said, "I always thought that there must be some reason why he suddenly sent the undead to watch him like that.

A fallen mage, unless he is legendary, how could he escape from Hill's territory. He turned his head to look at the town with a strong natural atmosphere, "Even this small square can't escape." "

"There are so many trees here that the elves will be jealous." Adrian said, "I chatted with Hill last time. He didn't know how to judge it. He thought it was still less than the elf town."

"The book he read introduced the city of the Elf King." Fran said helplessly, "The rare village is also a border town or something, and the place heavily guarded by soldiers is of course full of tree people."

Adrian can only laugh: "Sometimes Hill is really naive in this kind of place."

If Hill had heard it, he could only slander him. After all, he had read too many fantasy novels and mistakenly believed that the elf forest was full of treants, so it was not something he could say.

"Don't worry about it." Frank asserted, "Tell the lord's mansion Tarling Martha. Keep an eye on these people."

"Okay." Adrian said, "I think Hill promoted Liszt again, and the legendary Taling is nothing more than that?"

"His advanced direction is rather strange." Fran nodded. "It's related to the natural department! It seems to be more human-like. It's not the same as the mage tower spirit."

"No wonder the teacher gave that puppet to Liszt." Adrian said with a smile, "Only Hill is more practical."

"You are not as good as Hill." Fran said slowly, "The first thing Hill saw was whether the intelligence and flexibility of this puppet could be compared with a living person."

"what!"

"Hill is closer to nature, and is more sensitive to things related to the laws of the world." Fran said, "You are still far behind in this aspect, so you must pay attention."

"is teacher."

Through the window, Fran looked at the chattering and well-rounded mage outside, and sneered: "That one has ascended to the starry sky for too long, and actually used humans to spy on the gods?"

Adrian stood aside silently: Fran really hates that god of kingship and nobility!

　It's a day of dizziness, I have to make up the manuscript!
Only votes are the best comfort.

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Sleepy Nasiriya
　
(End of this chapter)