My Magic Age

He took out a 'hydrotherapy' scroll from his magic pocket and was about to tear it open. He thought that the battle was over and it would be a waste to use the scroll at this time. After hesitating for a moment, he put the scroll into his magic pocket again and endured the pain. I quickly drew a magic pattern array in front of me. The magic pattern array turned into a mist and enveloped me, and a crisp sound of "swirling" sounded above my head.

The strong breath of life was injected into my body, making sure that the wound on the back of my body was healing little by little. I knew that the wound was definitely not poisoned and had not penetrated the heart. The assassin missed the stab in a hurry, so I breathed a sigh of relief. .

Then I tried to move my arm a lot, and I felt that the injury was not that serious, so I stood up with difficulty and stared at Louis. Louis noticed that I was looking at him, looked back at me, and then looked at it intently. Holding the body.

I said to Louis next to me in a slightly sarcastic tone: "Hey, Louis, you said that everything has been arranged, how could you fall into someone's trick so easily? Louis, what have you gained there?" ”

"Ahem!" Louis was speechless at my sarcastic words. He could only touch his nose in embarrassment, and then said: "There are still some. Catch the dead soldier responsible for leading us away!"

I asked curiously: "Death warrior?"

Lewis showed a look of regret on his face, and then said with some embarrassment: "Yes, after our people trapped him in a narrow alley, when the man found that he could not escape, he stabbed himself in the heart with a sword, Dead!"

Then, he seemed a little unwilling and asked me again: "Did you really solve this 'Dream Maker' assassin on your own?"

"Is there any problem?" I smiled at him.

Lewis touched the thick stubble on his chin and said with deep approval: "I am just wondering whether this 'Dream Maker''s assassination skills were too poor or his luck was too bad to assassinate a second-level It’s really incredible to flip over when you’re a magician!”

Then, he said to me: "I think you northerners are born to be warriors. Once I understand this matter, I will go to Sloit again to recruit some real warriors."

Louis seems to have fallen into a misunderstanding, thinking that the environment in Sloit Province made me who I am today. In this way, his impression of other northerners has also improved a lot.

I was afraid that this subjective idea would be implanted so deeply in his mind that it would affect his judgment in the future, so I had to pour some cold water on him, hoping that he would calm down and become clearer, so I said to him: "We Sloit Not everyone is brave and warlike. The reason why I can win is because I happen to have a large number of magic scrolls in my magic pocket. I just used the magic scrolls to turn this place into my home court. I He was smashed to death with magic crystals shining with magic light!"

"You haven't heard the famous saying: Never try to challenge the magician who guards the magic scroll warehouse, never challenge the fire magician by the lava pool, never challenge the water magician by the lake in the early morning, and never challenge the water magician in the desert next door. Earth magicians, don’t be disrespectful to wind magicians on days when tornadoes strike. These are of course just words of experience.”

I pointed to the frost and snow around me that had not yet melted, and said to Louis: "Although this is not the lakeside in the early morning, I use the magic scroll to turn this place into a snowy area. The power of the ice magic skills will be much improved. This is the key to victory." key."

In order to prove that it was true, I casually stretched out a finger, and an ice crystal condensed on the fingertip, floating in the palm of my hand, and spinning constantly, crystal clear.

Louis patted me on the shoulder and said appreciatively: "Well done!"

In fact, what I said is not an exaggeration at all. This victory has a lot to do with those dozens of magic scrolls. This can almost be said to be a victory made with money. For this victory, I threw in at least one magic crystal worth it. Scroll, if a piece of magic crystal is equivalent to the income of an ordinary civilian who works day and night for two years without eating or drinking.

In fact, victory in some battles is hard-won, but victory in some battles is very simple.

All you need to do is throw out a lot of gold coins, use money to throw them at problems that cannot be solved, and keep doing this until the end of the battle. The battle will be an extremely simple victory.

If the cost of killing one person on the frontline battlefield of the Green Empire was so high, then one battle could bring down the entire empire.

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Seeing the look of exhaustion on my pale face, the magic robe all over my body stained with blood, the breast of the magic robe full of blood stains, and a foot-long gash on the left side of the robe, Louis finally felt the need to remove me. Help him into the carriage and take a rest.

But I didn't give up the opportunity to search for the assassin's loot.

Of course, it would be best to do these things in front of Louis, at least he can prove my innocence, and I will not take anything else except the spoils I deserve.

Sensitive items on the assassin's body that prove their identity. It is what the Magic Guild desperately wants. What the Magic Guild cannot tolerate the most is someone who dares to swallow those things for themselves.

For such a senior member of the Black Magic Monastery, I think the Magic Guild would be eager to cut his body into pieces and study it carefully.

After opening the assassin's magic backpack, I found that there was nothing valuable. All the slightly valuable things were on his body. The magic leather armor that could hide the body's breath in the dark was like a patchwork of rags. , it feels like a black mummy suit, as ugly as it gets.

Louis said to me: This is made from the skin of a stone fish that lives on the bottom of the sea. It has very good hiding properties. The leather of this stone fish that has entered its mature stage will contain a lot of neurological properties. Toxins will poison people quickly as long as they come into contact with blood, so it is also considered a very precious leather armor.

But I tugged on the tattered leather armor with great disgust, and then turned my attention to the kukri held in the assassin's hand. This thing was really made specifically for the assassin. The blade of the kukri is very special. The blade is curved inward and looks more like a short-handled sickle. The entire blade of the kukri is dull, but it is extremely sharp.

If it hadn't been for the effect of a layer of 'petrified skin' on my hands at that time, I'm afraid my fingers would have been cut off directly.

I happily picked up the kukri, then rubbed it against the assassin, wiping off the coagulated blood stains on the blade. I felt a little embarrassed when I thought about it, as all the blood stains seemed to be mine. Then I found a shark skin leather scabbard on the assassin. It seemed that this knife must be a famous knife and the craftsmanship was very sophisticated.

Seeing me unceremoniously putting the kukri into my arms, Louis hesitated to speak. He simply handed me the short dagger in his hand, and then said to me: "Here, here is another one." !”

"Hey, thank you very much!"

I took the short dagger over with a smile and looked carefully at the short dagger with a blade less than fifteen centimeters. The entire blade was actually refined from a piece of magic black iron. There was only one magic rune engraved on the entire blade. That is the 'sharp' rune, a magic rune that allows the dagger to cut through gold and stone.

No wonder the dagger penetrated the stone skin on my back as easily as tofu. It turned out that not only was the dagger itself sharp, the entire dagger was actually 'enchanted'.

This dagger is much better than my close-fitting skinning knife, and it is short and lean, making it perfect for carrying around.

So, I took off the skinning knife tied to my thigh, inserted the short dagger directly into the knife magazine of the skinning knife, and moved it casually without any scratches. It was very suitable.

Then I took out a black magic book from the assassin's arms. When I turned the first page, my face changed.

"Hypnosis"

It turned out to be a rare magic skill book like 'Hypnosis'.

Seeing my solemn expression, Louis came over curiously, looked at the magic book, and asked me with some confusion: "Is this book a black magic skill book?"

I shook my head and unfolded the magic book to show him.

"I don't understand ancient Elvish!" He said bluntly.

I had no choice but to explain the written text to him: "This is a 'hypnosis' magic skill book. It can be regarded as a general magic book. If I have to classify it, it should be regarded as an alternative magic that consumes mental energy. And it’s very rare. Even the Royal Academy of Magic doesn’t have the basics of this kind of book. Anyway, there is no such rare book on the first floor of the library.”

"Why don't you put it away quickly? Don't you understand even if your wealth is not exposed?" Louis glanced at the magic book again, then put his arm around my shoulders and said: "As long as they don't get dirty, all the trophies on this assassin's body will... In principle, it all belongs to you, hurry up and pack it up, I guess the knights from the guard camp will be here soon. We are noble magicians, so we must look more elegant."

"Look back, we will hand over this rebellious heretic of the Black Magic Priory to them. The task will be completed tonight." Louis carefully organized the assassin's messed up corpse, then rolled it aside and looked at it. The assassin's head, which looked like a purple cabbage, was picked up and placed beside the headless corpse. He elegantly took out a white silk silk from his arms, wiped the blood on his hands again and again, and then casually discarded on the ground.

I glanced at the big hole in the street speechlessly, and thought: Apart from making another big hole in this smooth road, Louis has made no other contribution here.

Obviously, Louis didn't think so. He sat next to the carriage and said proudly: "It seems that my analysis is really correct. This assassin has a deep obsession with you, and he is even willing to sacrifice a companion. I am determined to assassinate you!"

A group of knights were galloping in the dark night. The sound of horse hooves sounded from a distance and gradually became clearer. The sound of stepping on the bluestone seemed very clear and sweet.

Those black scale horses showed the noble status of the knights. Sure enough, these people were not the ranger archers who had just hidden in the woods. These knights were all wearing armor forged from magic black iron, and they looked majestic while riding tall scale horses. , but the ruffianism on their faces, it seems that no matter which city they are in, the coquettish posture of the knights in these guard camps remains unchanged.

Their original arrogant attitude on horseback changed significantly after they saw Louis wearing silver armor and wearing the medal of the Royal Order of the Lion and the Eagle.

The knights from the guard camp looked at the traces of melting ice and snow on the street, and then their eyes fell on me. I was still wearing the Missori magic robe that had become a little tattered. The knights from the guard camp looked at it. When the mage was present, some nervous expressions obviously relaxed.

The knights didn't pay too much attention to the body lying on the bluestone. Instead, they walked directly in front of Louis and performed a standard military salute. However, this military salute looked insignificant against the backdrop of their protruding beer bellies. Not so handsome, one of the lieutenant knights in the guard battalion stood up and said to Louis: "Sir, Lieutenant Jiali of the 7th Battalion of the Imperial Guard Battalion salutes you!"

The way Louis spoke with a straight face was still very majestic. He had the aura of a superior in his bones, which was slowly formed by the young people who lived in a wealthy family from childhood.

I saw him saying this to the knights in the guard camp: "Very good, since you are here, then the follow-up here will be left to you. My friends and I have to rush to the Tower of Pride, where there is an academic research We are waiting for the Jijia magician. Soon, someone from the Magic Guild will receive the body of the heretic from the Black Magic Monastery. Before that, please be sure to protect the scene."

It seems that one thing will bring down another, this principle is eternal. The knights of the Guard Camp Knights seem to be very afraid of these Royal Guards.

"I obey your orders!" The lieutenant knight commander said to Louis respectfully with a very low posture.

Louis thought for a moment, took out a gold coin from his arms and put it into the lieutenant's hand, and then said with a gentle expression: "Before leaving, I have one thing to ask of you. I'm afraid I have to keep this magic caravan as a physical evidence at the scene. Come down, please take care of me This scaled horse, this operation to round up the heretics of the Black Magic Monastery, was planned by the Royal Knights of the Griffin, so tomorrow our commander will personally go to negotiate with the adults of the Magic Guild. Before that, please take care of it. What a war horse!”

"This is a matter within our scope, sir." The lieutenant knight commander's eyes were filled with joy, and he secretly hid the hand holding the gold coin in his sleeve.

Louis and I walked out of this secluded street, and along the way we met several waves of knights from the guard camp who came in a hurry. Their behavior after seeing Louis was almost the same. They all looked very respectful. On the contrary, when they looked at me, they had more eyes. I felt a little vigilant and made sure that Louis was not coerced by me before letting us go.

A magic caravan was waiting for us at the intersection of the main street. Louis helped me, who was a little weak, into the magic caravan, and then he bent down and got into the car. He said to the charioteer: "Send us to the Tower of Pride, over there. There are a bunch of little guys waiting for us!”

I sat on a soft chair in the caravan, with the blue crystal stone drum totem emitting a faint light around me. The mana in the magic pool was rapidly recovering little by little. The caravan shook slightly and began to move slowly. Then getting faster and faster, speeding through the long silent street, speeding towards the Tower of Pride...