MTL - Magic Tower Starry Sky-Chapter 1377 Greed and Threats

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"Is this your dragon-slaying sword?" Of course Prince Behar was not blind. Of course he could clearly see the two long swords that were staggered on the table.

The appearance of the box cut Khan and the time wheel is not the same as the traditional aesthetic concept and weapon design concept of Midi. In particular, the fine patterns on Khan's thick sword body bring a strange beauty. The dark and introverted metallic light and the inadvertently flashing streamer all tell of its fatality.

That's why Prince Behar asked a question, and he even had an answer in his heart, and what he was thinking about now was to embezzle these two swords. And his status also made him not only think about it, but do it when he thinks about it, which is the attitude of a royal person. So the prince in his early ten years, without anyone's consent, stretched out his hands to the two swords on the table.

If you want to grab the sword directly, you don't really value these two weapons. For the prince, there are many more beautiful toys. The reason why I want to take it is actually the idea of ​​grabbing some spoils from the person in front of me.

Stealing other people's favorites, and then admiring the regretful expressions of others, but not daring to stop them, is his greatest hobby. What he wanted was never things, but the disappointed and even desperate expressions on other people's faces.

I don't know if it's because he didn't hold a real weapon, or because he thought he was born with supernatural power. Even if the two swords on the table were made of ordinary iron, he couldn't lift them up with one hand, let alone two swords.

Although it is not like the sword in the stone in the legend of King Arthur who travels through many hometowns, only the chosen one can pull it out; but to exert its full power, it really needs to be recognized. Although some people think that the threshold for getting the approval of the box cut is very low.

However, those who are not recognized can still use the box cut as an ordinary sword, and its sturdiness is beyond the comparison of ordinary swords. In the era when Fen was the Demon King, there were a huge number of caskets that she handed over to those stitched corpses with empty heads to use as cannon fodder in the battle of killing gods.

But Xia Qie, who is full of energy, of course will not give in to himself easily. An ignorant little boy wants to lift them, even if he is devoted to his own research and doesn't care about the trivial things of the outside world, he cooperates quite tacitly with Khan to change his gravitational properties and become as heavy as a thousand pounds , no one can pick it up. It doesn't matter if it's a giant or a Hercules.

The motionless two swords seemed to be glued to the table, and Prince Behar couldn't even hold onto the hilts properly. After trying three or two times, he jumped angrily and said: "What's the matter with these two broken swords? Magician, are you deliberately messing with me? The price of angering me is unimaginable. Don't give up using it. Your broken magic!"

Lin shrugged and pointed to the followers behind the prince. This simple action immediately made the prince's followers nervous. They all got up and squatted slightly, maintaining the best state of exertion. There are also a few more burly ones, standing faintly in a position that can block the prince at any time, ready to be used as human shields.

In fact, Lin didn't intend to do anything, but saw that the prince's entourage included both civil and martial arts, and of course there were also magicians. As a magician, he is of course very familiar with apprentice-level magic, light object art and heavy object art. Whether the two long swords on the table have been tampered with or not can be seen at a glance. Lin just wanted the magician in luxurious robes and gemstone wand to identify whether he had tampered with or not.

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Originally, the magician brought by the prince had been staring straight at someone's divine weapon black robe since he entered the door. He almost wanted to write the word "greedy" directly on his face, his eyes did not relax for a moment, and Zilin's name-calling action also fell into his sight.

When he was called by someone, he quickly glanced around. The companion either returned a vigilant look, or obviously harbored malicious intentions, wanting to get rid of himself and fight for the top position.

Originally out of the situation, but a magician who can follow a prince, even if his skills are not enough, he must be a good individual. Not to mention that he is of noble origin, and he is especially good at drilling. With just a few glances, he guessed the current situation.

With both hands on the hilt of the sword on the table, the prince who wanted to pick it up but couldn't lift it showed an angry look. Following the instructions of the black-robed magician, he turned his head to look at his own people. The aristocratic magician had to say something that was not very pleasant. "Your Highness, there is indeed no trace of magic on these two swords."

As if hearing some nonsense, Prince Behar rolled his eyes and said, "Then tell me, why can't I pick it up?"

This... There are too many unexplainable things in the world, how can I know why.

However, complaints in the heart are complaints, and things still have to be resolved. The aristocratic magician bowed forward, faintly pushed away his colleagues, made a confession, and reached out to grab one of the long swords with the prince's consent.

Sure enough, Xia Qie also didn't give face. And this time it wasn't just that he couldn't lift it up. The noble magician felt like an electric shock. He was frightened and let go when he touched the box cutter. He even took a few steps back and looked at the two weapons on the table in horror.

Of course, Xia Qie did not really discharge, but quickly and briefly played the dark side of the aristocratic magician's privacy in the opponent's mind. As long as they are normal people, there is no one who will not be scared off with a hellish expression.

Compared with Khan who can only read the superficial thoughts, the time wheel can directly browse a person's life experience by relying on the aftermath of the sands of time. Because it does not consume the sands of time, it can only be regarded as a by-product of the research process, so Lin only asked Time Wheel to use such abilities cautiously, instead of arbitrarily spying on other people's privacy, or even revealing such abilities to outsiders.

This time it was scary, just right.

The noble magician was scared away. Although his companions gave him sarcasm, as the prince's attendants, they still had basic qualities. The disdain on her face was disdain, she should move, she should draw her weapon, and she should stand in front of the prince with her body. For a while, the whole tavern was chaotic and noisy. As for the other drinkers, the long-eyed ones had already left.

The confident Prince Behar crossed his waist angrily, pointed his halberd at the person in front of him, and said loudly: "Untouchable! I said, give me these two swords. I said it! Don't repeat it again and again. And San challenged my bottom line. You can never imagine how cruel I am to my enemies."

At the same time, a short knife, thinking that no one knew it, was on the neck of a certain magician. From the moment he entered the door, he was like a clown, always hiding in the shadows, twisting and turning the wretched assassin, standing behind Lin, and said sullenly: "Magician, I suggest you do as your Highness wants. Otherwise I can't guarantee whether you are destined to refuse."

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After witnessing the whole process, and then allowing the other party to threaten him at close range, someone laughed at himself at this moment, this is really insane. Did you start dancing because your skills have improved a bit?

The time of fugue is actually only a short moment. The person behind him might not have much patience. After he finished speaking on his own, the dagger in his hand slowly increased its force, pressing deeper towards someone's neck. At this time, as long as you drag it lightly, you will end up with blood spattered three feet. He said even more viciously: "And your answer, magician. Magician-magician-magician--"

The human head, heart, left hand holding the knife, and the dagger were neatly displayed on the table. The heart was still beating, spurting all the blood out of the chamber. Originally, he was about to give the prince a blood rush, but the attendants who had been waiting on both sides raised their cloaks to block it.

It's just that they kept the prince, but not themselves. The faces and bodies of the two were splashed with a little bright red, which seemed nothing to do with coquettishness. There are only those pairs of vicious eyes, thinking that the other party will not see, so I stare at someone.

After the heart that was taken out of the body was squeezed out of blood, the heart rate gradually slowed down and finally stopped.

That head, which was completely unaware that it was separated from the body, still had a hideous face, and kept repeating the last words before it died.

Standing behind Lin, the body that should have sprayed a lot of blood from the broken neck, probably because there was no pressure from the heart, only a lot of blood gushed out. The remnant body that lost its support directly collapsed to the ground.

Kill live and leave a sound. The knife was so fast that the deceased didn't realize that he was killed, he would repeat the last movement before his death, that is, the last sentence he said, until the blood in his skull dried up and his vocal cords became stiff. And the knife should not be too high, at least the vocal cords must remain in the head, so that the human head can 'speak'.

This move is very easy for Lin to use the flash technique, as long as he keeps his vocal cords. And the effect is also very scary, at least the menacing Prince Behar and his party who came in front of them, with their fierce faces and vicious eyes, are now so frightened that they can't speak. Although they didn't dodge their gaze, their aura was far from what it was at first.

Only as a newborn prince, he didn't feel afraid, but more dissatisfied that things didn't develop as he expected. The dead are insignificant to him, but the black-robed magician who is still alive has not bowed his head, which gradually exhausts his meager patience~www.novelbuddy.com~ To be honest, he has been Use reading to follow up, change sources, read aloud with many timbres, both Android and Apple are available. 】

"Aren't you going to bow your head, magician? After provoking Long Island, it will not be good for you to provoke me as an enemy. Think about your current glory and wealth. I can give you ten times, a hundred times, It can also protect you from the anger of Dragon Island. I only want you to bow your head, obey me, and do things for me. If you insist on not being willing, you will see my anger. At that time, I will let you experience fleeing to Dragon Island, Seeking the protection of those big lizards who have hatred against you may be the only way for you to escape from my hand." Prince Behar said in a cold voice with an expression of displeasure.

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At this time, Lin had a thought, whether the other party didn't even understand the most basic information about him. Otherwise, how could it be possible to propose such conditions that obviously have no effect, as if they only know how to spend money. The people next to him were either accustomed to it, or had various expressions of envy, jealousy and hatred.

There is no denying that this trick works for most people. If someone was willing to spend money more than ten years ago, when they first traveled to Lost Land, someone would definitely kneel down and lick it. If the chrysanthemum can be sold, it will not hesitate. It's hard to imagine the despair of being abandoned in a strange place without traveling through the crowd.

But now Lin, it doesn't matter whether he has enough food, warm clothes, money or not.

This is not my hometown. With the capital in hand, I have everything. In Lost Land, no matter how much money there is, there is still only one life. Those beings that are powerful enough to take their lives easily will not detour when they see capital.

’ No money? Grab it! ’ There is nothing wrong with this logic.