Forty-Eight First Meeting

Two uninvited mages walked the crowded streets like two scholars visiting. They wandered the streets leisurely, curious about everything.

In fact, everyone who came to Ailan Hill for the first time, or in other words, everyone who came to Seris City for the first time, would have a sense of shock that Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden. The novelties they have seen in their lives may not be as many as they are in front of them.

Here are the best shock absorbers for carriages, the horses of the horses on the grasslands, the magical liquid that emits fragrance, and the white and fine china as smooth as a woman's skin.

Rao is a well-informed great magician, Frenzberg, and this time he can only sigh that he is as shallow as a frog in the well. He was very curious about everything, and even saw groups of noisy children in school uniforms, and they all stepped forward to ask a few questions.

At the city gate, they saw guards in neat military uniforms, handsome with armed belts, and carrying strange fire sticks. They also saw strange devices covered with canvas on the city gate, which were very dangerous at first sight.

It was a 30mm caliber high-level dual-purpose gun installed on a fixed fort on the city wall. These weapons were placed to prevent damage caused by the dragon to the city. The city air defense unit was responsible for these guns and was under the jurisdiction of the Air Force.

Although still some distance away from the plane, Chris decided to form his own air force. The current function of the air force is to defend the ground, and it is responsible for the management and control of anti-aircraft guns installed in cities and near factory areas.

Now, Frenzberg is standing outside the original city lord's mansion, which is the core castle gate of Serris Castle, looking at the Irish Guards standing on both sides of the drawbridge, and sighing: "Only a fool would believe it. , a country that can catalyze so much unseen things in a short period of time will stagnate on weapons of war."

"Let's not say anything else, just from the fact that they didn't deploy that kind of terrible cannon in their castle, I felt that that thing is definitely not a high-end weapon here in Ireland Hill." William also felt that he had a kind of Feeling cheated.

Originally, it was a very suspicious thing to give one's hole cards to the opponent for free. It now appears that the weapon called the red-clothed cannon is definitely not Alan Hill's trump card.

Franzberg remembered what he had seen along the way, and said, "I have only seen matches and other small things in Alan Hill before. Now, I can actually see here that it can operate automatically. Machine, I saw a steel monster that can lift thousands of pounds..."

"Those mortal idiots of the Arlantean Empire thought that in such a country, their weapons would only be so simple! Ridiculous..." Hearing his teacher say this, William could only sigh.

"We were deceived! Did you see the gate of the castle? The soldiers on guard there were not using spears! They didn't even have armor! What gave them such confidence? Even life-saving armor. Abandoned?" Frenzberg narrowed his eyes, a rage of being fooled welling up in his heart.

He stared at the guards standing guard, killing the Archduke Alan Hill, who had not yet met: "Also, they don't even have a long weapon other than the sword... This is not right, this is definitely not defense. slack..."

From the state of the soldiers standing guard, Frenzberg could feel the seriousness and caution of the other party. This is not a state of slack defense and absent-mindedness, it even caused some pressure on him.

For a magician, this situation is rare. This is a mortal empire. According to common sense, how cautious the defense here is, it is impossible to cause a sense of oppression to a great magician.

But in fact, this kind of pressure does exist, making Franzberg a little undecided. He really didn't dare to go forward lightly to test the guards who seemed impossible to threaten him at all.

"Or, their secret is in the cowhide triangular sleeve around the waist! There is a strange thing made of metal there. I have never seen such a thing worn by a soldier..." William looked carefully at both sides of the suspension bridge The guards saw the revolvers on their belts.

Frenzberg agreed with him, because he also felt that the sleeves that the guards wore around their waists were dangerous: "Maybe, this is why they gave up their armor and gave up their spears! If they can, We should figure out what that thing is for!"

"It's too dangerous!" William pondered for a while, and felt that there seemed to be a lot of variables when he went all the way from the door. The opponent's defense is really not weak. If some strange weapons appear, the two of them may be in danger of dying here.

Frenzberg thought more deeply than William, he nodded and agreed with William's words: "Yes, it is too dangerous! If these people continue to develop like this, the dominance of the Magic Empire may be lost. Shake it up."

Hearing that this mortal kingdom might threaten the Holy Demon Empire, William couldn't sit still. He thought about it and said to his teacher: "Then we should destroy this place! Kill their leader, destroy everything here."

"You're right. We should do it... But I want to see the leaders here, and I always have a hunch that someone like that will give me an infinite future. I don't feel like I've ever been like this myself. It is an exciting feeling to be close to the truth." Frenzberg was a little unwilling again, hesitating whether to do it.

"Okay, teacher, let's be safe at night and dive directly into this castle... Then, let's see what kind of person this person is." William said to Frenzberg.

Frenzberg nodded and agreed with the plan: "If he is dangerous, we will destroy him and destroy everything here. If he is willing to share everything he has with us, then we will bring him back to the Holy Demon. Go to the Empire!"

Chris, who had released himself in his study, didn't know that a magician was already a few hundred meters away, discussing to kidnap him. He was in the newly misappropriated study, adding to the future of Ireland Hill.

Copying textbooks is not an easy task, it has to be written word by word. The original elementary school textbooks and junior high school textbooks are still very simple, but high school textbooks and college textbooks are completely different.

Just the increase in word count has already given Chris a headache. There is no way for him to directly pass on his knowledge to another person and let the other person do it for him. He could only take the trouble to use his rest time to expand the book reserve in this world.

"Can you believe it? I don't even know what kind of mess I'm writing." Chris laughed while perfecting the advanced mathematics in front of him without raising his head. He heard the door open and thought it was Des or Vagron who came in.

After all, there are a lot of people who can break into his study without knocking on the door. Gurlo is sometimes so excited that he forgets to knock on the door. Everyone is very familiar with His Majesty the Grand Duke. He is approachable and doesn't care about the politeness. He is a very pragmatic monarch.

The other party didn't speak either, and seemed to be attracted by something. After a long while, an abrupt voice came out, an old and unfamiliar voice that made Chris' hair stand up all over his body: "This drawing is really beautiful! Better than any artwork! Simply, miraculously."

Chris looked up suddenly and saw an old man in a normal robe standing in front of his bookshelf, pulling a huge blueprint, looking at the three-sided drawings of the parts on it.

Beside the old man, a young man stood respectfully, as if he was a follower, but the dangerous aura emanating from him was not weaker than the old man at all.

Chris put down the delicate charcoal in his hand and stared at the two people in front of him with a pair of sharp eyes. He knew that the other party was definitely not an easy character to deal with, and it was definitely not as simple as it seemed on the surface without disturbing so many guards standing here outside.

magician? It seems so! But what exactly did these two dangerous magicians do, and whether the Arland Empire came to deal with Alan Hill, then Chris doesn't know. What he is thinking about now is how to protect himself and let himself live safely.

The good news is that his pistol is hanging right behind the chair, and there are 6 rounds in it that are enough to kill an average person! Now Chris is a little bit regretful about why he used a 9mm pistol when he was alone with two dangerous wizards.

If he had known the situation today, if he had known that the magicians could easily break through the line of defense and come to him to chat and laugh, he would have been more willing to give himself a .45 caliber revolver, or, simply come with a desert gun. Eagle is more at ease.

Anyway, those pistols that can kill elephants can make Chris more confident when facing the magician alone.

The good news is that the other party did not point a pistol at his head and shouted "Don't move" that made him laugh and cry. Now he can at least move his body and pretend he doesn't care.

"You are very calm! Maybe you didn't realize what you were facing." Frenzberg praised Chris, who was moving slowly: "But you are more calm than those mortal monarchs I have seen. "

"I know, you may be magicians, very powerful ones." Chris pulled out the pistol from the holster with his hand behind him, the smile on his face finally became more natural, and he replied: "No. Let's meet once and introduce myself, my name is Alan Hill Chris!"

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