The Righteous Player(s)

　　 Annan skillfully boiled the water and poured himself a cup of tea.

　　 Then he sat at the table and looked at Salvatore who was slumped in the chair: "What is the result of the analysis, is it successful?"

　　 "Naturally succeeded," Salvatore yawned and replied lazily, "It's almost dawn, why haven't you slept yet?"

　　 "I guess I won't be able to sleep today."

　　 The young lord sighed: "Just when you were analyzing in the basement, we had another major incident.

　　 "Just now there were more than one hundred'robbers' in the south of the city. They covered their faces with weapons, and brought more than fifty barrels of black fire. They wanted to sneak into the city."

　　Annan especially pronounced the accent on the word "robber".

　　 He believed that the other party would understand what he meant.

　　 "...what? More than fifty barrels?"

　　 Hearing this number, even Salvatore was taken aback.

　　 He was obviously a little surprised by this sentence, and he choked back halfway through the yawn.

　　Because he knows exactly how destructive a black fire of more than fifty barrels can cause.

　　 For example, to burn Don Juan’s ship, it took only ten barrels of black fire in total. To ignite a house, just dip the arrow wrapped in cotton cloth in the black fire, and it will ignite as soon as it hits an object.

　　 These fifty barrels of black fire...

　　 As long as they are piled around the house, not to mention that Annan and Salvatore will be burned to death, and even the surrounding street will be burned. After all, the sticky black flame cannot be extinguished with water, and it is impossible to isolate the air.

　　Once the two wizards, Salvatore and Annan, died, it would be difficult for ordinary people to deal with this dangerous flame.

　　 "Yes, fifty barrels. Fortunately, my guards happened to be returning to the frozen water port today, and I met them on the road. Bless you, I have no bad luck."

Annan put down his teacup and slowly said, "My loyal and brave guards, I found a way to get into the crowd, set off some black fires, created chaos and burned most of the robbers to death. I saw the flames rise, so I took them with me. The militiamen rushed over and killed the remaining robbers.

　　 "Now there are more than 20 barrels of black fire left. I followed the preservation method you mentioned before and sank them into ice water. Leaves are also covered on it to prevent light from exploding."

　　 The reason why Annan didn’t tell the truth here is also very simple.

　　Because the credibility of this truth may be much lower than that of a lie...

　　 Forty young swordsmen in their early twenties and thirties who have not entered the ranks, can kill more than 100 experienced private soldiers without death? Even fighting with them with black fire barrels all over them, but not even a single person was burned?

　　If Annan tells the truth, Salvatore would think Annan was hiding something.

　　 "Fifty barrels of black fire... They are too cruel."

　　 Salvatore took a deep breath and clenched his fists in disbelief: "Where is Alvin Barber's confidence? Isn't he afraid that we might survive?"

　　 "I am the son of the black tower of this generation, and you are the old crow... I mean, one of the only three sons of Earl Gerland. He can't survive any of us!"

　　 Just thinking about the possibility that after I came out of the basement, I found myself in the raging flames, unable to escape, and could only be burned to death, Salvatore was suddenly afraid.

　　 "I also thought about this issue."

Annan narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly, "Moreover, the conflict between us is actually far less serious. This is basically equivalent to a quarrel at a banquet or a fight after drinking too much. The degree of human life.

　　 "So, I can only think of one possibility..."

　　 "You mean, it wasn't Alvin Barber who did it?" Salvatore reacted quickly.

　　 "At least he must have taken other people's orders, or was instructed by others."

Annan replied affirmatively: "The older a person is, the more he has more worries, the more he is afraid of death. If he is forty years younger, he might decide to kill in a fit of anger. It is even more impossible to give more than one hundred for such a trivial matter People come to die, which will greatly reduce his control over his private army..."

　　 "Unless, this is not a trivial matter originally."

　　 Salvatore took Annan’s words: “He didn’t retaliate against you because of the previous incident, but from the very beginning he planned to kill you - or destroy Frozen Port.”

　　 His heart suddenly opened up, and he couldn't help but admire the twelve or thirteen-year-old young lord.

　　 At least when he was his age, he still looked stupid to catch fish by the river. Don't talk about calculating people's minds and layout strategies, and don't even recognize a few big characters...

　　 "It looks like you have discovered something from the black fire sample."

　　 Watching Salvatore's expression carefully, Annan's mouth raised, and smiled silently like a young fox: "Would it be convenient to tell me?"

　　 "It's not something that needs to be kept secret."

　　 Salvatore coughed a little awkwardly: "Actually, I am the creator of these black fires."

Seeing Annan’s suspicious gaze, he immediately explained: “I checked and found that they were my finished products at least five or six years ago. Although they were sold in the name of a teacher, they were actually made during my internship. Produced... so the stability is so bad."

　　 "Well, understand."

　　Annan nodded.

　　 It is completely understandable, graduate students are occasionally called upon by their supervisors...

　　 However, Salvatore’s mentor...

　　 "...you mean, teacher Benjamin?"

　　 "That's right."

　　 Salvatore affirmed.

His eyes also filled with anger: "They originally planned to use the teacher's black fire to burn us to death. They used this method to shirk responsibility, and by the way, they planted and blamed the teacher. And they obviously haven't checked the marks in these black fires, otherwise. They will definitely find that this black fire was not made by the teacher."

　　 "No, not necessarily. After all, if you kill me, the result will be the same."

　　Annan narrowed his eyes slightly: "However, this is a good thing."

　　 "Good thing?"

　　 "Naturally it is a good thing, senior. Since the other party will make this kind of circumvention and extremely risky conspiracy and tricks, it is undoubtedly admitted that they do not have the power to resist us directly. Then we can at least not worry about the extraordinary assassins."

　　 The boy slowly said, "In this case, we are about to fight back."

　　 "How to fight back?"

　　 "Naturally an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth."

　　 The corner of Annan's mouth rose slightly, and he waved happily and said, "I want to put those black fires... back. Put them in his territory, put them in his house, and then... Boom!

"Although the old man may have been intimidated by others, does his behavior have anything to do with me? Everyone knows now that we are victims. Righteous revenge is now in our hands... …No matter what you do, it is at best being reprimanded by the good deed."

　　Annan said calmly: "Our actions are undoubtedly justice, my friend. Justice is what you can do as you please."

　　 Salvatore noticed that when Annan said this, his eyes were as cold as ice, without the slightest fluctuation. It's as if you don't care about human life at all...

　　Although Salvatore also fully supports revenge, but...at least when I say it, no matter whether my heart is awkward, painful or joyful, at least there will be some fluctuations.

　　 Ke Annan did not have such fluctuations. His tone was so flat, as if he was saying "where to move it from here", without human feelings.

　　 Even the happiness of revenge, the hatred and anger when he was murdered, Salvatore could not even notice.

　　 Salvatore couldn't help but shudder.

　　 is like, like a real winter man...

　　Only those who believe in cold-blooded ladies will be born with such cold eyes.

　　 Salvatore's heart shuddered slightly.

　　 All supernatural powers in this world come from curses—all.

　　Spells are naturally not beyond this category.

　　 Once the magical power of the wizards is out of balance, they will lose control. Backed by the curse that he holds.

For example, the body of the transformed wizard may be partially or completely transformed into stone statues or gold; the prophet wizard may see a large number of false and chaotic futures, and cannot tell whether he is in a dream or reality; the soul of the Imperius wizard may be Torn by the spirit body entwined around him, or simply turned into a half-human and half-spirit twisted monster...

　　 As far as the algorithmic power is not imbalanced, if they continue to violate the core curse of the school, they will also be beaten back.

　　 The curse of the disability school is to gradually lose feelings.

　　 If a passionate wizard learns and engraves the spells of the incapacitated school, he may even become schizophrenic-every time he casts a spell, he feels that a certain part of his feelings is frozen.

The feeling of valuing, despising, resenting, and cold-blooded suddenly makes people wonder whether the decisions they have made are based on their own heart... and even gradually go crazy because of this ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ but at the very beginning. People with indifferent emotions are most suitable for in-depth study of the spells of the disability school.

　　The Duke of Winter even has a high-ranking wizard career called "Hands of Winter". It needs to be presided over by the Grand Duke of Winter. The conditions and curses are secret, and he is responsible for the internal surveillance and interrogation of the Duke of Winter.

　　 But Salvatore still knows the ability of Winter's Hand:

　　 In the legend, the disabling wizard who completely freezes his inner feelings, and the unfeeling watcher.

The pure black ice condensed from the bottom of their hearts is enough to freeze the enemy's concept of time. The moment they touch it, it will make people lose resistance, and can even completely freeze a certain memory of others or a certain feeling in their hearts. Turn enemies into friends... and even make other spies forget their missions and concentrate on serving the Principality of Winter.

　　...Perhaps Don Juan is not suitable for learning by himself.

　　 The best place for him to stay is the eternal winter country in the north. Only there can he realize what the real cold is, what is ruthless...in various senses.

　　 Noah Kingdom is still too warm.

　　...No, not only is it too warm, but the king is almost turning into a stove recently, and he almost put His Majesty on the fire.

　　 The whole kingdom is hot everywhere, and seeing the whole Noah kingdom is going to be a mess...

　　 But that’s fine.

　　 At least people with emotions are much easier to get along with than monsters without emotions.

　　 Salvatore sighed and said that the temperature was milder: "You should sleep first. I will take those black fires to recycle them and store them in the basement. After you get up tomorrow, I will tell you some precautions.

　　 "Then, you can prepare to advance."