Magic Tower Starry Sky

Although Uzov Gantia wanted to soften his words, to the glass-hearted nobles, disobeying them meant that there was no pardon. The baron in front of him was no exception. But he didn't grin his teeth like a cat with fried hair, but showed a gloomy and indifferent gaze, stared at Uzov for a long time, and then said:

"Suppose we change the way, use your life, the president, to exchange that magician to serve me. Do you think your master will be willing to give up such a valuable follower like you?"

"Yes, please don't doubt it."

"what?"

Uzov replied without hesitation, but the baron didn't know how to answer, and just looked at the person in front of him in a daze.

However, although Uzov felt helpless about what he said, he did not show any regret or remorse. He just said plainly: "My lord, let me use an analogy. If I threatened the lives of the three servants behind you and asked you to hand over your noble titles, territories, wives, daughters, and family treasures, would you agree? "

The baron, the two soldiers and a deacon standing behind him all shook their heads subconsciously. But then everyone realized that something was wrong, and the baron argued angrily: "It's different. You are not a guard, nor a family user, but a man who has mastered a technical guild with such great power. Such value, Where is the average follower comparable."

Although the Baron was unscrupulous and belittled the people he brought. But they didn't seem to notice the contempt in the words, but paid more attention to Uzov's reaction.

Uzov, who was stared at by several big men, chuckled, and said, "Thank you for your love, you value me so much. But you also said that the key point is the value. But have you ever thought that the value depends on the person? Different, not everyone is the same. The technical guild that is valuable to you is just a dispensable thing to my master. What many people think is valuable may be in the eyes of magicians There is just one difference, including my life."

The two soldiers serving as guards understood the subtext that Uzov didn't say in an instant. In the eyes of those big people, is the life of a small person like them very important? Those who say yes must not know those high-ranking big shots deeply.

However, unlike the sad feeling of the two little people, the baron found a little opportunity from it. He showed sly eyes and said in a provocative tone: "Since the president has such resentment, have you ever thought that you deserve more? Being exploited by others, or even asking for unconditional sacrifices, is not a kind and What a generous host should do. So when there is an opportunity to get back what you should take, what choice will you make?"

The Baron was careful with his words rather than making a blatant offer. But the meaning inside and outside the words, as long as you are not brain-dead, you can hear it.

Uzov Gantia was surprised. Surprised that his attitude seemed so unsteady, and also surprised that the nobleman in front of him didn't reflect at all, and still looked at everything in the world with that kind of conspiratorial and calculating eyes. This attitude is the main reason why my past self joined the Turtledove Alliance. Master Ren regards everything in the world as ants; then he wants to prove that ants can also kill people!

However, the radical ideas he had when he was young, although Uzov is not yet at the age of powerlessness, he has also lost his sharpness and become much smoother. At least he didn't think about just shaking his head and leaving, or pointing at the other person's nose and cursing. Valley

Doing it like that will leave nothing but a moment of pleasure and make the other party feel uncomfortable for a moment, and in the end there will still be a dialogue with fists and kicks. That being the case, why not greet each other first! It can also take the lead and seize the opportunity. But these are the actions of those youthful and frivolous years, and today I will not do it again.

He suppressed the urge to take the teacup used for entertaining guests on the table and open it for the other party. Uzov expressed his helplessness, and said with a wry smile, "My lord, do you think that I followed that magician for some benefit?"

Looking at the conspicuous three-feathered bird logo on the clothes of the person in front of him, the baron was also taken aback. If there is anyone who cannot be bought with money, the members of the Turtledove Alliance are definitely included. This group of hateful guys seems to have a grudge against the rich, targeting and making trouble everywhere.

It's just not for money... The baron said hesitantly: "Then you want more power? Maybe I can lend my power..."

"My lord, don't say how serious you are. Just say whether you believe it or not? I am in a city of magicians. If I can do this, I am afraid that I have reached the extreme, or even reached the limit." The danger is on the verge. If you want to move forward, you may need to rely on the power of the nobles. But I doubt that you will be able to play a role in the holy city of Estali. How can I make a difference in the holy city without any status."

What Uzov didn't say was that the other party was just a mere baron. With such an identity, he can act as a domineering figure in his own territory; when taken outside, he is just a **** under the hands of those real big shots.

Such a person has not really entered the core of the power circle yet. Unless his baron is a secondary title of a great nobleman, UU Reading www.uukanshu. com to the second and third sons of the family. In this case, maybe the family power behind it is still worth seeing.

But even so, this is not what Uzov wants to pursue. It can be said that the technical guild was an accident from the very beginning. At this point, Uzov's idea of ​​continuing to do it is just to help more people and support more comrades in the alliance. If someone were to replace him, he would certainly be more than happy to step aside. You know, he was just running a tavern in his hometown.

"So for ideals?" the baron continued to speculate. "Just by the side of a magician, what ideals are you talking about? What future can he give you? Territory? Title? Money? Or a woman?"

"Ha, in the eyes of the nobles, are these the only ideals?" Uzov couldn't help but finally sarcastically.

A contemptuous tone, of course, will arouse the dissatisfaction of the listener. The two lightly armed soldiers saw five people in the reception room, four of them were on their side, and only one person was on the other side. He didn't confiscate anyone's weapons, and dared to speak so rudely, how could he not be angry. The two guards immediately drew their long swords and cursed Uzov for not knowing what to do. Even one left and one right, ready to step forward to besiege people.

But following that magician, at any rate, is also the identity of a follower recognized by the other party, how could it be possible that there is no weapon close to him. Without hesitation, Uzov pulled out the Smith & Wesson M29, a revolver that was once someone's self-defense, from the holster under his waist, and shot two neatly left and right!

Midi's magic gun does not make a loud noise like Earth's gunpowder weapons. But in terms of power, it doesn't lose at all, and even surpasses it. It's no problem to penetrate light armor at close range. The two soldiers who had been shot fell to the ground like sacks full of grain, life and death uncertain.