Casting spells

"No, you won't abandon me, because you need my power. Perhaps you chose differently from my previous masters and embarked on the path of a spellcaster, but magic is not as omnipotent as you imagined. It cannot be used in many places, and you will need me at this time." The magic sword straightforwardly gave the reason for its existence.

It has to be said that this reason is very strong and sufficient, especially for Zhang Cheng who has just been poisoned and is still unable to shape spells, it is quite convincing.

Because he knows very well that no matter how careful he is, he can never guarantee that a similar situation will not happen again, so it is very important to have a hole card in his hand that can turn the situation around at any time.

Although "Soul Keeper" has various shortcomings, and it can even be said to be extremely dangerous, its role at critical moments is irreplaceable, at least at this stage there is no good substitute.

After figuring this out, Zhang Cheng couldn't help showing a helpless expression: "Well, I have to admit that what you said makes sense. What's more, I am a person who pursues power, and the stronger the power, the more dangerous it is. You may shrink back when you encounter danger. Now tell me the stories of your previous masters, I would like to know where they all came from, and why they were selected inexplicably."

"Hey! You are very smart, smarter than all my previous masters combined, I believe you will go farther than them.

As for the stories of the previous masters, I have forgotten most of them, but you still have a little impression of the last one.

She is a woman, an ordinary-looking woman with a weird way of thinking, who likes to put herself on the highest point of morality before killing, and then judge with a superior attitude.

I really don't understand how, as an executioner who slaughtered thousands of lives, how she maintains that kind of self-good feeling, as if only her values ​​​​in the world are justice, and the rest are all evil.

Of course, I still enjoyed my time with her, especially when she launched one massacre after another in the name of justice, which made me extremely excited.

But later, for some reason, she suddenly began to doubt and criticize herself, and finally developed to want to atone for her sins.

I'm tired of her self-pity and disgusting hypocrisy, driving her crazy with her [-]/[-] questioning, and eating her soul after she kills herself. "

Speaking of the previous owner, the tone of Demon Sword suddenly became full of sarcasm, as if in its eyes, killing a master who did not meet its own wishes was just as natural as eating when hungry and drinking water when thirsty.

"Then does she also hold a strange piece of parchment?" Zhang Cheng narrowed his eyes and asked tentatively.

The focus of his concern is obviously not the gender or behavior of the other party, but whether the other party is the same as himself, and is also chosen by the master behind the parchment.

Demon Sword was silent for a moment, and quickly responded: "Yes! She also has a strange piece of parchment, to be exact, each of my masters has a piece of parchment, and every time they complete the task given above, they will get Corresponding rewards or rewards.”

"Interesting, so I'm not the first, probably not the last..." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips and muttered to himself.

According to the information revealed by the soul arresting messenger, the owner behind the parchment is obviously planning something in the dark, picking mice continuously, and the purpose is still unknown.

"Dear Master, what are your plans for the future? If not, why don't you listen to my suggestions?" Seeing that Zhang Cheng stood still for a long time without responding, Demon Sword began to try to control the initiative.

"Suggestion? Do you still offer suggestions?" Zhang Cheng stared at the skull-shaped decoration on the hilt and sneered.

He is not an idiot, so he naturally understands what this devil sword that devours the Lord wants to do.

"Of course! Don't you think there are a lot of humans in this city, why don't you let me kill half of them and turn them into undead, so that the remaining half will obey your feet obediently out of fear. Then you They can be used to form a powerful and brutal army, and with my strength, it will be no problem to conquer the entire world."

The Soul Keeper is worthy of being the special weapon of the Dark Guard, and it is closely related to evil, killing and tyranny as soon as it opens its mouth.

But Zhang Cheng obviously had no interest in this, and retorted without thinking: "Conquer the world? Is your brain broken? I almost forgot, you have no brain at all. Tell me first, what does conquering the world mean to me?" Benefits? Money? Rights? Women? Sorry, I'm not interested in any of these, I only have one goal, knowledge and power, understand?"

After being scolded for a while, Demon Sword closed his mouth decisively, because he found that the master he met this time was completely different from the previous ones. Before confirming the other party's preferences and weaknesses, it is better to speak less.

Chapter 181

At Junlin City Wharf, a small boat docked quietly on the plank road.

Beside the boat, Petyr Baelish was watching his old friend and competitor, and asked in an uncertain tone: "Dear Varys, are you sure you want to leave at this critical moment? Don't you want to see it with your own eyes?" Seeing the end of that self-righteous bastard? Knowing that not every victory will bring indescribable pleasure like defeating a strong enemy, I think you should learn to enjoy it."

"No, my lord, I never enjoy these. You know, the biggest difference between me and you is that I will always be cautious no matter what the situation is, and when you feel that you are about to win, you will show it." Some are too complacent. Please believe me, this is not a good habit. In addition, what happened today is not the field that you and I are best at. To be on the safe side, it is better for me to leave for a while to avoid the limelight." After all, fat The eunuch bowed slightly, put on a hood to cover his face, boarded the boat and waved.

After the sailor got the order, he immediately started paddling vigorously, left the pier in the blink of an eye, and slowly disappeared into the distance.

Watching the boat go away, Littlefinger shook his head with a smile, and muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "You are right, there is a difference between us, but the real difference is that you will only be like a spider." Hiding in the dark, once exposed to the sun, it will be easily removed. But I am different, I have a noble status that you do not have, and I have to stand in the sun to taste the sweetness of power sooner or later."

No doubt he never felt Varys was his equal in the first place.

After all, no matter what, the ruling foundation of Westeros is nobility. If a person wants to gain rights in this land, then the first hurdle is to obtain the status of nobility first.

It's a pity that although Varys is the chief intelligence officer of the palace and controls countless secrets, he can never get a title because of his handicap. The nobles can't tolerate a eunuch becoming their own kind, so they are doomed to be like vines. Similarly, relying on others to obtain the nourishment necessary for survival.

This also means that he cannot directly control power, and can only participate in the game of power with the help of others.

But Petyr Baelish was different. He was born as a minor nobleman, and now he has the title of Earl of Harrenhal. In terms of identity and status alone, he has been recognized by all the nobles.

Some people may despise his origin and shallow family background, but they will not question his qualifications to participate in the power game.

Whenever he thinks of this, Littlefinger will feel a strong sense of superiority in his heart, and coupled with the fact that the threat he considers to be the biggest is about to be eradicated, he becomes inexplicably excited.

In order to reward himself for the great energy he had put in during this time, he decided to "eat" the young and beautiful Sansa Stark today, in order to satisfy his years of snooping and longing for Catelyn Tully.

As the saying goes, the best things are never available.

Who would have thought that the admiration that was ignorant when he was young would eventually become the motivation for a man to fight for it all his life.

Of course, this motivation is not love, but that he can't bear to have what he wants to be taken away abruptly.

Fortunately, now he has finally found a replacement to satisfy the shortcomings of the year, and this replacement is younger and more beautiful than the original one...

Baelish intends to take advantage of this opportunity to impregnate Sansa with his own child and then marry her to Robert Arryn.

In this way, after the weak and sickly Robert Arryn dies in an "accident", he can use Sansa and the child in her womb to secretly control the valley, and when the time is right, he proposes marriage as the Earl of Harrenhal Request, justifiably obtained the right to rule the valley.

In fact, according to the original plan, he planned to marry Lysa Tully, but Zhang Cheng's fierce revenge destroyed everything completely.

With anticipation, Littlefinger soon returned to the brothel on Silk Street.

As soon as he entered the door, the woman waiting at the door took two steps forward and reported in a low voice: "My lord, your cute little lamb has been waiting in the upstairs room for a long time. According to your instructions, I will wait for you in her wine room." Riley added something to add to the fun, and the timing should almost work."

"Hehe, you did a good job. Remember, no matter what happens, don't bother me until dawn tomorrow, understand?" Baelish reminded with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Understood! I promise that I won't let anyone disturb your interest." The woman hurriedly bowed and gave her assurance.

Maybe in the eyes of outsiders, Littlefinger has always been a harmless image of humans and animals, but she is quite aware of how dangerous her master is. Many new girls just disappeared because of accidentally offending each other. Tortured corpses will appear on the beach by the sea.

Passing through the noisy hall, Baelish quickly walked to the innermost room on the second floor.

As soon as he opened the door, he noticed that Sansa sitting on the chair was clamping her legs, panting rapidly with a flushed face, and her blue pupils were slightly dilated.

Obviously, whatever was added to the wine just now had already started to work.

"Honey, what's wrong with you?" Littlefinger pretended to be concerned, stepped forward to support him.

However, when supporting her, one of his hands inadvertently caressed the girl's round buttocks, making the girl who was already very sensitive tremble involuntarily.

"I...I don't know..." Sansa had a panic expression on her face.

She hadn't tasted the "forbidden fruit" yet, so she didn't realize what happened to her at all, and she didn't realize that the seemingly friendly "strange uncle" in front of her would attack her.

"Ah, I think it might be because you drank too much alcohol. Come on, lie down and rest for a while." Baelish hugged the girl in his arms and walked towards the big bed not far away. go.

Just as he put Sansa down and took off the girl's boots and coat, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open with a bang.