Forty-Nine Temptations

"My name is Frenzberg. You guessed it right. I am indeed a great magician." Drawing of an improved steam engine: "This is what you drew?"

"Part of it, part of it was drawn by Gurlow and Deans," Chris began to babble. He was afraid of admitting that he drew these drawings himself, and the other party would immediately kill him and strangle industrial civilization in its cradle.

Ignoring Chris's lies, Franzberg felt like he was in a huge treasure trove. He looked at everything in this study with curiosity, and found that the tools and furnishings here are so pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, I'm sorry, this is my apprentice, William." Frenzberg pointed to William, who was standing beside him and had been alert to Chris, and said, "We are here to meet you. , and then take you back to the Magic Empire."

"I'm afraid my subjects don't want me to leave." Chris knew that things might be developing in a direction that he couldn't control, so he subconsciously tightened the pistol in his hands.

"You don't know anything about us! Mr. Chris!" As if hearing something funny, Frenzberg laughed: "If you leave with me, it will be good for the mortals here and yourself. ."

"You do the same to me! Isn't it? Mr. Franzberg?" Chris didn't know what his opponents were doing, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

He didn't know if the other party would let him fall asleep with just one look, or make the blood in his body boil with just one gesture.

Before crossing, he liked magic novels very much, and he had seen too many imaginations that made people's minds open. In a world where there is only industrial civilization, people's curiosity and desire for magic is really indescribable.

What if the two guys in front of them could block bullets with a magic barrier? What if the opponent has some kind of mass destruction magic like Frozen Thousand Mile Flame Shock?

A lot of terrifying magics quickly passed through Chris' mind, as well as those powerful magicians that are familiar to everyone: they can instantly turn a pistol into a poisonous snake, and can instantly vaporize everyone and objects around them with the help of high temperature... Anyway, He didn't know how powerful the two magicians in front of him were.

Therefore, he didn't even dare to raise the pistol in his hand, because he really had no confidence that he could kill the two infiltrating magicians in front of him before the two magicians violently attacked and killed him.

"Go to the Holy Devil Empire with me and serve the Holy Devil Empire, you will be able to get anything you want." Frenzberg pointed to the stacks of blueprints in the study, and promised Chris: "The power , status, women, money..."

"When you come back, the people here will worship you like a god! Crawling under your feet." He took a step forward and got closer to Chris: "You will become the greatest scholar in the Holy Demon Empire. , I can even guarantee that you can be on an equal footing with the Great Magician!"

"This is really a tempting solicitation." Chris took a step back subconsciously and kept a distance from Frenzberg: "However, I can already have all of what you said here."

"So... what about lifespan?" The great magician Frenzberg showed a confident look on his face, stared at Chris' eyes, and asked: "In the Holy Devil Empire, you can touch the breath of magic, it Allows you to delay aging...to 100 years old and beyond."

"I X... This is amazing!" Chris heard Franzberg say this, and suddenly felt that the world was really more magical than he thought. If a person can prolong his life, then hegemony in the world is for him,

It seems to be really more attractive.

Chris, who was already beating his heart, was temporarily tempted to suppress his fear. He looked at the two magicians on the opposite side and countered, "It's better, I'll recruit you. I'll give you what you want, And how about you, allegiance to me?"

"Hehehe." Frenzberg chuckled as if he had heard something funny: "No mortal can enslave a mage! How dare you want to gain the allegiance of a great mage?"

Chris shook his head and said more confidently: "I don't think a magician is a god. After chatting with me for so long, I am more and more sure of this... You are also human. Since you are human, then you should If you have desire, tell me what you want, maybe I can give it to you?"

Desire... that word feels a little foreign to Frenzberg. Of course he also has desire, but this word is packaged by him into another better name: "ideal".

He was disturbed by these bizarre drawings and books in the room. For some reason, he really believed that the young man in front of him had the ability to help him realize his lifelong dream.

"You are a mortal, dare to say that you can satisfy our desires?" Behind Frenzberg, William sneered and asked back: "Just you? And these tattered drawings full of walls?"

"What can magic give you?" Chris felt that even if he couldn't recruit the two magicians in front of him, it would be worthwhile to get some news about the magical world.

So he asked what he was interested in and what magic could bring to people: "Magic can kill people? It can make people fly? That's all?"

"Magic can let us touch the true meaning of this world! It can let us control the truth of this world!" Frenzberg, obviously deeper than William, replied.

"These drawings of mine can do it too!" Chris continued with Frenzberg's words with a smile: "I can also use these to tell you the true meaning of this world, even closer to the truth than the theories you have been exposed to before. Nature!"

Although, talking about science being closer to the essence of things in a magical world is a little too confident. But Chris, who is now peddling scientific views, can't care so much. He has to say what he believes in well enough to infect the other party.

"You're... crazy!" Frenzberg looked at Chris and gave an assessment that he thought was more pertinent: "Do you think these things of yours can also make a person fly?"

He just heard Chris talking about flying, and now he goes on with Chris's topic. This belongs to being induced by Chris, but he doesn't know it yet - after all, being able to make people fly in the sky is an amazing thing for a magician.

A great archmage can fly himself into the sky, but it's just a waste of too much mana. This is a very costly thing, so most magicians are still more willing to act on the ground.

This is also the reason why the Holy Demon Empire formed a dragon knight unit to let the dragon knights complete the aerial combat mission: those magical creatures can fly in the sky better, which is much more convenient than people.

"It's not difficult for people to fly in the sky." Chris looked at each other and said confidently. He has no reason to be unconfident, because as long as the planet still has its own atmosphere, as long as it conforms to the basic state of the earth's atmosphere, then he can make people fly in the sky.

Not only that, he can also let hundreds of people fly into the sky together. As long as a large civil airliner can be produced, and 300 people can take off together, it is not a big fuss.

"Nonsense! Open mouth!" William was already a little impatient. He stared at Chris, always feeling that Chris was brewing some kind of conspiracy. But without the teacher's permission, he did not immediately use magic.

Chris glanced at the irritated William, ignored the opponent's provocation, and continued to say to Franzberg: "Magic can kill, we all know... But, can you kill me in one breath? I The technology can do it!”

He is testing, he is testing the opponent's attack speed, or preparation time. If the other party can't kill Chris immediately, then he has time to struggle - he hid this temptation in words and threw it to the other party.

"I can't kill you in one breath, I admit it, but you're a little too confident when you say you can kill us in one breath." Franzberg didn't realize that he had exposed a lot. Things, still answered Chris's words very honestly.

From entering the house to now, he has been looking at Chris, and found that the other party is not leaning against the saber hanging on the wall, so he still believes that the current Chris is a mortal who does not have the ability to fight back.

Once Chris wants to charge at him, he can wrap his hands in flames to deal with the opponent's melee attacks - no one dares to touch the flames, so no one can melee a magician.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief: since the opponent couldn't kill him within two seconds, he would have a chance to fight back. That kind of magic that can evaporate other people with one look doesn't seem to exist in this world.

So he finally felt the feeling that fate had been caught back in his hands, and it felt very comfortable.

The next second, Chris showed his pistol from behind, pointed the black muzzle at the two magicians in the room, and said, "Look... Now, I don't need a breath, I just need to In the blink of an eye, it can cause trouble for both of you."