Urban My Skills Come From The Game

At this moment, the magic ring on his wrist flickered several times. This is a signal for his subordinates to find him, which is very important.

I already felt that the mage was standing outside the study door, waving and saying, "What's the matter? Listen first. 1"

The supervisor pushed open the door, returned to the study after a while, and asked: "Just after the news of Marquis Brahms, he found the nest of Red Eagle Feather and eliminated the notorious servant soldier. In the mercenary camp, stolen equipment was found, but ... no shimwujin, no gamma."

Boom! I tapped my fingers on the table like before, but this time, the whole table suddenly shattered into a piece of sawdust. "two seven seven"

I stretched out my hand calmly, and the supervisor immediately passed on the information I had just received.

Earl Brahms' letter was polite and concise, with a long list at the end of the letter listing the supplies collected from the Red Eagle Feather Farm.

No weapon was lost, Shenmu Wujin was not defeated, and Red Eagle Feather had no livelihood.

The supervisor was extremely disturbed and felt his mouth was crushed. He had read the letter, and in the polite and courteous diction he saw arrogance.

I placed this letter gently on the table, like a love letter from a tender lover. The table is completely crumbled, but the letter is suspended in the air, along with the papers that were originally placed on the table, as if there was still a solid table support underneath.

This is terrible control. The effect is achieved through pure magical power. In the eyes of such an outstanding magician, this is already a magic skill.

There is no need to show the power of a mage through spell destruction, sometimes a detail or two is enough.

I tapped the letter, just like I had tapped the table before, and it made a crisp thud.

I said suddenly, in an unspeakable silence: "It was the red eagle's feather that attacked our station wagon. Did Brahms still tell me the news?"

"Yes Your Highness."

I waved my hand lightly and said, "Okay, it's okay. You're going down."

The supervisor finally breathed a sigh of relief and left the room. As soon as the door was closed, he saw blue flames suddenly ignite, silently incinerating the letter and the cracked table "All unexamined documents are intact.

The supervisor trembled involuntarily, closed the door, and left in a hurry.

After a while, I stood in front of the ultra-long-distance communication magic array and entered a set of special positioning codes. The magic circle was lit up, and there was St. Martin's handsome, always smiling face.

"Hey! I'm in a hurry to find me like this? This exchange is very expensive and consumes 100,000 gold coins per minute! You can't use it just because I pay, there is no food left in the Holy Family..."

I interrupted St. Martin with a headache, otherwise his nonsense would have lasted. Chatting for a minute in the exchange circle with 100,000 gold coins, it seems that this St. Martin's family not only has a surplus, but also a lot.

"Martin, how much money does Yinzhen have left?"

St. Martin exaggerated: "How much more?! Dear me, do you think you're talking about cold iron? Honestly, I've given my quota for the past five years, and now I don't even have one. A gram of MuWujin God out in the church. If you want, please wait until next year!"

"These batches of Martial Gods have been robbed."

St. Martin was taken aback and looked away. He knows exactly what God Mujin means to the cause.

This auxiliary material is not the core, but it is essential, especially for some special installations, it is very troublesome to find a substitute temporarily...

He frowned and asked, "I've been suppressing heresy on the barren plateau for some time, and the news is more open. Do you know who did it?"

"This happened to the Marquis Brahms...."

I said a few words, St. Martin immediately smelled it, and frowned: "It's really..."

I smiled sarcastically and said, "Yeah, that's so obvious. Like I'm afraid I don't know who did it!"

San Martin thinks from another angle: "But his approach is not flawed, at least complies with all the rules and has an impeccable attitude, at least on the surface. Of course, it is also provocative, and we all know it.

"What do you suggest?"

St. Martin smiled bitterly: "Have you ever asked me for advice? You must have had a long thought and then asked for my advice. I can only say that Marquis Brahms is not inferior, but the nephew of the moment .Cardinal of the Church. This time, I'm afraid it's my objection."

"Cardinal Archbishop? Looks like a position after the Pope? 0.7"

"Yes. Archbishop Lufield has the same status as the Archbishop of China, but his personal strength is slightly weaker than that of the Archbishop of China, but the difference is not too much, at least better than me."

I smiled and said, "What a big man......."

St. Martin smiled bitterly again: "In front of your genius and holy builder, there are no other big men except those super strong, don't dig at me.

I looked up at the sky, exhaled softly, and said: "Are they fighting against you, but this time it really involves me. Hehe, do you hope that I won't be able to make a fifth-order structure within a year? This is... ..cave?".