Night Crow Master

The Empire of Barcelona.

In a laboratory, the frost covering the field of vision filled the laboratory with the surge of psychic energy.

A female wizard wore a pair of thick glasses and watched the refining of the potion intently. The cold psychic energy entered the container with her operation, reconciling the conflict between the potion materials. .

"A share of the red eye fungus, the skin sac of the scavenger, and the hoarfrost can be replaced with psychic energy... the heart of the arakkoa... the heart of the arakkoa, did I take it down yesterday?" The female wizard wrinkled her brows slightly, her psychic energy burst forth, and the intense frost instantly froze the entire laboratory including the materials on the table.

"Go and peel the arakkoa's heart first...Although it is the first time to make this potion, temporary freezing should not affect the effect."

While talking, she scratched her head, her fingers passing through the frosty white hair:

"Why would I forget to do this kind of thing...because such a small thing almost ruined the refining."

Passing through the corridor, passing by a series of beautiful and abstract oil paintings, walking towards the dungeon.

However, halfway through, she frowned: "Summon!? Who is so courageous to point the summoning target at my residence!?"

The icy psychic energy surged instantly, like a blizzard, spreading out instantly, freezing the entire castle, whether it was servants or other creatures, they were instantly frozen.

Step, step, step--

The hard heel touched the ground and made a crisp sound.

"Dare to do something directly on my castle! Which empire is it from? The Arabella Empire!? Or the stupid nobles in the country? Have you been drawn in?"

"Is it because of that stupid prejudice? To trouble me?"

Uncontrollable anger appeared on her face, and this expression appeared on the face of this frosty beauty, which seemed a bit contradictory.

In the spirit sea, the frost-blue psychic energy is filled with a spell sequence consisting of 80 inscriptions.

It looks like a snowflake, with many branches. At the end of the branches, there are circular openings. These openings continuously draw psionic energy from the psychic vortex, and then pour it into another spell sequence.

Spells: cast spells quickly!

The goal is another spell sequence with more than 150 inscriptions.

In just a few seconds, this spell sequence has been filled, and the filling time has been reduced by two-thirds.

The ground trembles constantly, the magic has not been released yet, the powerful power has spread along the corridor, a deep chill is accumulating, every step taken, the color of frost becomes deeper, like the dark blue of frost **** general.

"This is a humiliation to the Catcia family! I will definitely kill you! Kill you!" The white teeth were bitten together tightly, "The name of the Catcia family cannot bear such humiliation!!!"

...

In the dark dungeon.

In the several cages, there are various monsters and several alien races.

When she came to the dungeon, she saw a vortex slowly disappearing, and she could clearly see the spell inscriptions around the vortex.

Random location, unlimited planes, level two apocalypse and below, designated...crow?

She widened her eyes: "Random Summoning!? What kind of backward Summoning technique is this!? Are there any idiots using this kind of summoning? Don’t you know that random Summoning will cause a lot of trouble!? Which family’s heir is this? !?"

"Who is it!? Which family is it!?" The filled psychic energy gradually drained from the spell sequence, and the spell was cancelled.

There was a frosty breath from her mouth.

It was not a deliberate humiliation. This made her anger disappear a lot, but it still existed: "You will definitely be found. This situation absolutely requires compensation."

She bit her finger: "I forgot to leave evidence just now, and there is no breath left. I am not proficient in the spells of the investigation system..."

At this moment, a foreign race with a dog head in the cage shouted: "Damn wizard, let me go!"

"Shut up, executed prisoner." She frowned, her psychic energy surged, and directly frozen the kobold into ice cubes, "It is your honor to be able to become experimental materials."

Anyway, it's all going to die. It's far more useful to die as a material than to be cut off.

Under the suppression of this woman's psychic energy, the monsters shivered and dared not resist, while other humanoids and aliens shouted and insulted loudly.

As they became more and more insulting, her face got worse and worse:

"I said you guys... give me... be quiet!"

Under the surging of psychic energy, the talent of the apocalypse wizard-cold frost spread quickly, freezing the entire dungeon.

"Really, that's why I hate these materials... the tongue should be cut off first."

At this time, a maid appeared at the entrance of the dungeon:

"Master...what happened?"

She was holding her arms, her teeth fighting, and a voice trembling from the cold sounded.

"Ah... My experiment materials were randomly summoned and taken away. You take my warrant to other nobles to see if there are any arakkoa criminals. I need the heart of the arakkoa."

"...Yes, master."

...

On the other side, Yate touched his chin and looked at this...crow?

To be precise, it is a humanoid alien with a crow head.

He is nearly two meters tall, has a bird head similar to a raven, is strong, and is wearing a...prison uniform?

The arms exposed from under the sleeves are similar to human hands, but the entire hand, including the palm, is covered with black feathers, and the part below the knees looks like two bird claws.

"Are you? Arakkoa?"

"Yes, I am arakkoa, and my name is Gore! Summoner..."

Gore tried his best to stay calm.

You can't let the other party cancel the call. According to his previous observation, this should be a temporary and random call. You must stabilize the opponent and negotiate. If you are sent back by the summoning formation, you will return to the dungeon of the Earl of Catsias.

Try to negotiate with the other party and extend the time...

The opponent should be a rookie, this kind of primitive summoning array that is so weak that even the effect of binding spells is so weak after the creature is summoned and then contracted. Not to mention them arakkoa, even the goblin shaman can't use.

It should be a low-level spellcaster who was lucky enough to become a spellcaster, but has no way to learn spell knowledge formally.

Delay the time, find a chance to break the restraint spell, and escape from here. As for the spell backlash that becomes a permanent summon, let this hapless person bear it.

He liked the title "Black Feather Deceptionist" more than his identity as arakkoa shaman.

"You are unique and lucky, Summoner." Gore looked mysterious and unpredictable. Facing the kind of lucky guy who was lucky enough to be a spellcaster, ambiguous compliments could come first.

After long-term operation, he found that when using some general, ambiguous, and adjectives to describe, the subject can easily accept these descriptions and think that what the description says is himself.

What are the common characteristics of a person who is lucky enough to be a caster?

All kinds of expressions such as luck, uniqueness, hard work, and unfair treatment can be put on them. It is easier to succeed by suppressing first and then raising, but he does not have so much time, so he can quickly gain trust with quick success .

"I'm......"

"Okay, you can shut your mouth." Before this guy didn't speak, Yate didn't feel anything. After the other person spoke, this familiar feeling made Yate instantly understand his urine, and he had already lied. Take it as a habit.

And... in a prison uniform.

A fraudster?

Yate threw out a spell to capture the crow--

I don't know if it can succeed.

"Summoner, listen to me..." After seeing a black light flying, Arakkoa Gore subconsciously raised his arm to block it, "What!?"

rumble--

A strong sense of restraint penetrated into Gore's spiritual sea, and dived into his spiritual whirlpool.

The strong sense of crisis made Gore use all his strength to resist——

[Capture failure]

"What do you want to say?" Yate looked at his palm, but failed?

But after taking a look at the information bar, this is a normal probability of failure, and there is no hint that it is not a crow or a bird, that is to say...

Can arakkoa be counted as a crow? How is this determination mechanism defined?

At this time, Gore, after doing his best to resist Yate's capture of the crow, was almost speechless, he knelt directly on the ground: "You...you..."

"What you are, you are just a prisoner, honestly don't resist." The captured crow was charged again and was about to throw it out again, but he suddenly thought of something and said to Promi, "It can prevent the summon from being repatriated. ?"

Promi nodded: "It can be, but it will consume a lot of energy..."

It would consume a lot of energy to prevent the summon from being sent back.

"Then do it."

"Eh!?"

"You don't need to send him back, this guy is useful." Yate said without looking back, "Move faster."

"Okay!" Promi immediately executed Yate's order after a moment. "To prevent the return of the summoned object, we need to interfere or destroy the coordinates. Interference requires a long preparation..."

"If the interference is too troublesome, just destroy it!"

"Yes!"

After an answer, Promi raised his hand and launched an attack on the summoning circle. The summoning circle built entirely by himself, Promi was also very familiar with everything in it.

The sharp bones formed by negative energy directly penetrated the disguised repatriation spell in the circle.

"finished!"

"Okay." Nodded, Yate looked at Gore who was kneeling on the ground with a painful expression, and he was ready to capture the crow.

"I, I won't give in!" Gore held his head and shouted hoarsely.

"Don't give in, it doesn't count what you said, Mr. Fraudster." Shrugging his shoulders, Art threw the spell.

This time...

[Capture successful]