Nine Hundred Fifty-Nine Turn a Blind Eye

Everyone may remember that when the teacher was in class, he tapped the blackboard with a blackboard eraser to keep the students below him quiet.

That kind of anxious, hysterical shouting made the teacher on the podium no longer elegant, and also made the atmosphere of the whole class full of opposition and disharmony.

But at this moment, Alves' state was much more elegant. He just stood there, and in a low-pitched tone, he spoke a threatening sentence to Herman.

He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but this trivial matter, in Herman's ears, was definitely not a trivial matter.

In the next second, Herman felt his hair stand on end, as if he was being targeted by a giant beast, and immediately instinctively slapped the table heavily, and shouted loudly: "Shut up, everyone!" !"

Obviously, the effect of a student representative yelling in class to shut up is obviously more lethal than the teacher yelling this sentence.

It doesn't matter whether he is the school bully or not, and how much prestige he has in the class. Everyone would stop in a daze, looking at this classmate who was shouting at the top of his voice, as if looking at a fool.

And at this time, Herman's cry was exactly this feeling. Everyone stopped making noise, and looked at Herman stupidly, not knowing why he bothered everyone to vent their dissatisfaction.

He himself was also very embarrassed, he could only stand there, enjoying the eyes of so many people, and didn't know what to say for a while.

After all, he just had a subconscious reaction in a panic, now that he calmed down, he didn't know whether Alves was just threatening him or was coming for real.

"You think I'm joking with you? I have a lot of work to do every day, so much that you can't even imagine." Alves spoke impatiently, his tone full of condescension.

This might be the attitude he used to talk to his subordinates on weekdays, the attitude a magician should have.

Although magicians no longer continue to dominate mortals, any strong man with great power will have a little bit of pride in his blood.

Even in the civilization of the earth, a demigod who can live for hundreds of years and has mastered some spells will feel a little bit superior when facing ordinary people, won't he?

Perhaps, this familiar tone gave Herman a sense of familiarity. He shivered for a moment, subconsciously bent over and lowered his head, pretending to be submissive.

at this time,

Herman, a nobleman with nothing on the wall, finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from.

When the demons invaded before, those demon commanders talked to him like this, and he could only make such submissive actions to save his own life.

He betrayed those nobles who were unwilling to surrender, and sacrificed the flesh and blood of many civilians, and only then did he preserve his glory and wealth, and only then did he have the status and glory he has today.

And the gene of his ancestors who bowed to magicians before was also deeply buried in his body, which made him involuntarily reveal his servility, looking so wretched.

"You, what did you just say..." In the end, Herman still decided to try it out and see if he could regain his place.

Although he was a little guilty, he still knew some of the laws of the Ellandhill Empire. He knew that his status was the same as that of the magician in front of him. Die a mortal.

In other words, even if the other party wants to do something, they won't be so reckless. We can still sit down and have a good talk, talk about benefits and other things, and give each other a step.

It's a pity that he still underestimated the determination of the Alan Hill Empire to control the southern region, and also underestimated the pride of a magician who had been in a high position for a long time.

"I don't have time to play with you, so I plan to solve the problem now." Alves said while gesturing to a guard who had been standing behind him, and put the paper and pen he had prepared on the table .

"Write down the place where you hide the gold coins, and leave a way to contact the private army..." He pushed the paper to the middle of the table with his hand as he spoke, and ordered: "If you don't write it down, don't write it down." Blame me for being impolite!"

"You're welcome? You're welcome, so what can you do?" A plump nobleman was already upset with Herman's shout and the sudden silence of the scene. He slapped the table hard and asked loudly.

This nobleman is really confident, because he also thinks that Alves looks strong, but in fact he doesn't dare to do anything excessive to them!

But, unfortunately, he was wrong. In this place, the price of being wrong is to pay your own life.

Just when he was about to continue yelling at Alves, he felt his mouth dry up suddenly.

As if he was in the desert, he felt very thirsty, and his whole tongue felt like a salted fish being exposed to the sun.

He felt that his mouth had lost consciousness, so he grabbed the wooden water cup in front of him, and poured the boiled water in it that he despised not being clean enough into his mouth in one go.

Because of the excessive movements and the fact that his hands didn't work well, some water even rushed to his face, slid down his cheeks, onto his thick neck, and poured down his neck. in his expensive hand-stitched clothes.

When a whole glass of cold water was poured into his mouth, the fat nobleman found that his mouth still felt dry. He grabbed another person's water glass and poured it into his mouth again.

It's a pity that when he was doing all this, he was in a trance, so his movements had begun to deform, and the whole glass of water was poured on his face. : :

"What... did you do to me?" He questioned Alves vaguely, because he saw a huge magic circle shining strangely behind him.

At this moment, he no longer cared about his own image, and no longer had the courage to be arrogant. He struggled to grab another water glass and poured it on his face recklessly.

"What did you do to him?" Heman only recalled at this time that his ancestors were afraid of magicians. It was a kind of awe of the gods, a kind of fear from the heart.

In this world, not only demons can easily kill a person, but so can magicians.

After Herman questioned, he found that Alves didn't intend to answer his question at all, so he quickly turned his head and looked at the fat nobleman on the other side.

Of course he knew each other, this fat man was his loyal follower, the two had a very good personal relationship, and of course their personalities were also very similar. They are all the kind of ruthless people who will do anything for wealth, and they are also "Grandet" who don't take anything away.

However, when he looked at the familiar fat man, he found that the other's body was already a whole circle thinner than the one he was familiar with before.

That huge, fat body, for some unknown reason, is collapsing little by little, as if the fat inside has been "fried" in a frying pan.

Of course, the reason for describing it this way is because Heman really saw that white smoke with a meaty smell was evaporating from the side of the familiar fat nobleman.

"Water... help, help! Water, give me water quickly..." The fat man didn't know whether it was a flashback or an extraordinary performance. He jumped up and climbed onto the table, grabbed one water glass after another, and poured water on on his own face.

It's a pity that he poured glass after glass of water, but it still didn't alleviate the disaster he was encountering. Soon, black smoke was coming out of his mouth, and the fat, ugly face was distorted, flushed, and burned through by the tumbling flames inside.

He was ignited alive by the flames in his body, no matter how he struggled and rolled, the flames still engulfed his body, roasting his internal organs and his fat to give off a burst of fragrance.

This may be a cruel way of death. Under the eyes of everyone, a alive and kicking person is roasted into a shriveled corpse like this.

Looking at the fat man who may have weighed three hundred catties in the past, now turned into a mummy like a mummy, Herman suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, which made him stiffen in fright.

"Ugh..." When the fat man's mummy was finally paralyzed on the table and could no longer move, a young nobleman finally couldn't bear it anymore, bowed his head and retched.

Because he disliked the not-so-exquisite breakfast, he still hasn't eaten anything yet. So there was nothing in his stomach to vomit, so he could only retch some stomach acid.

The sound of his vomiting echoed in the quiet room. Princess Jessica, who had already closed her eyes, frowned, said not to do this next time, turned around and left her seat, and walked out of the barracks.

Alves bowed slightly to send the concubine away, then turned around, looked at the pale-faced old nobles and old bureaucrats in the room, and asked, "Now, the problem is simple, are you ready to die?" ?"

"Squeak..." Accompanied by an abrupt rubbing sound, Herman pulled the chair beside him and sat back at the table.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a piece of white paper in the distance, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the location where he hid his property as quickly as possible.

Because his fingers were trembling all the time, he made frequent typos, and from time to time he wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hands. But he never paused, and he didn't dare to neglect even a second.

"Squeak... creak..." After a brief moment of stupefaction, everyone pulled the chairs beside them, snatching the white paper on the table, and turned a blind eye to the corpse of the companion in the middle of the table who had been roasted alive and turned into a mummified corpse.