Fifty Ways

"What is this? A mechanism? It's so small, what can it do?" Frenzberg looked at the small pistol. Although he felt the danger, he still asked indifferently.

"It? It can make a loud noise, let the guards outside rush in, and let a bullet rush to the target at a very fast speed, making a hole in the target!" Chris held the pistol, and seemed more confident enough.

He stared at the two magicians, fearing that they might do something dangerous. His eyes flicked back and forth over the opponent's hand and mouth, in case the opponent chanted a spell or something like a flame suddenly bursting out of his hand.

"We have defensive magic, which can resist the attack of swords!" Frenzberg said confidently: "Your weapons can't hurt a magician! Mortals, no matter how hard they struggle, they are just mortals!"

"Bah!" Chris didn't intend to give the two of them any chance. When the other party said he had defensive magic, he pulled the trigger. Before Frenzberg's voice came to the ground, he saw a cold light flash from the thing in Chris's hand opposite.

Almost subconsciously, Frenzberg used up all the magic power in his body to defend against the opponent's possible attack, but he was still slow, because the bullet flew towards the man behind him at a speed invisible to the naked eye. william.

William also realized the danger, it was a keen instinct. As he staggered away from the position he had just now, he used magic to form a shield around his body as much as possible.

Unfortunately, everything he did seems to be in vain. His little movement could not dodge the bullet. Before his magic could wrap around his face, the bullet had already wiped his face and flew away. past.

Then, like a sharp knife, the bullet severed the hair behind William's ear, leaving a bruise on his ear, and then sped away, hitting the wall behind William, leaving a band around it. With a slightly cracked crater.

"..." Frenzberg didn't speak. At that moment, he seemed to see death grabbing his throat. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. Originally, he simulated the attack mode of a cannon and developed a very powerful ultra-high-speed long-range attack method, but just now he saw a mortal using the same trick, and it looked simpler...

William didn't speak either. He felt the burning pain in his ears. It was the first time he saw this kind of terrifying ultra-high-speed attack. He didn't even have time to prepare, and the opponent's attack had already passed through his. Body.

Chris adjusted the muzzle of his pistol, and I have to say that William's luck is really good. Originally, Chris wanted to kill William with one shot, and then immediately shot Franzberg, but unfortunately - he missed...

He shot him crooked, and the bullet flew past William's ear. But at the same time, Chris also proved one thing, that is, the defense of the magicians is far less unbreakable than he thought.

"Gudu..." Frenzberg swallowed and finally came out of the shock. The magic defense on his body was just taking shape, but then he dissipated the insignificant magic shield. He knew that magic couldn't stop this powerful "point attack", and keeping magic defense was just wasting his magic power.

But he also had his own ideas, and then he said, "I've seen your cannons, and they can only fire one cannonball at a time! You've already hit it once, and it's very troublesome if you want to hit such an attack again. Bar?"

William also realized that such an attack did not seem likely to last, so he calmed down and prepared to use magic to regain his place.

Chris crooked the muzzle again and pulled the trigger: "Bah!"

This time he deliberately chose a crooked angle,

Fired his second bullet. The bullet passed William a little further away, hitting the wall behind him again.

Before hitting the wall, it accidentally knocked off half of the candles placed on the candlestick at the door, with a magical effect of showing off marksmanship. Turning back sideways, he saw Franzberg, whose candle had been blown away by bullets, and was speechless in shock.

His previous guess was really right, Ailan Hill did have more and better weapons, but he had guessed the opponent's strength as much as possible, but in the end, he still found that he underestimated these mortals.

Now these mortals can already compete with the magicians. Even if both parties are prepared, it is still possible for mortals to kill the magician - this is a topic that Frenzberg never even thought about before, but he must face it now. this topic.

"Look at it! Look at how many bullets I have here!" Chris' self-confidence has completely returned. Since the other party didn't kill him immediately, it looks like he can't kill him! And now that he is holding a pistol, he is naturally capable of killing the old and young in front of him.

"I think I have 4 more chances, each of you can get two shots..." Chris shook the pistol in his hand and gave an interesting multiple-choice question: "Or, are you willing to be loyal to me?"

Before Franzberg and William could say anything, the door to Chris's study was knocked open. A dozen or so guards with pistols rushed in, pointing Colt pistols at the two magicians who had broken into Serris.

Just knowing how powerful the things in these people's hands are, William found himself being pointed at by several pistols at the same time, and swallowed nervously. He wanted to move his position, but found that he didn't even have the courage to move now.

The last time he was so embarrassed was when he was facing the Great Mage Leysin. At that time, he still had the courage to use his magic, but this time, he didn't even dare to move his finger.

The guards who rushed in didn't know who they were surrounded by, but they knew that the person who jumped over all the checkpoints abruptly and sneaked into the Grand Duke's study was definitely not a simple role. So they carefully kept their distance and surrounded the two people in the middle.

The captain of the guard held a pistol, and with two of the best guards, he blocked Chris behind him, turned back and asked softly, "Your Majesty... Are you alright?"

"I am willing to stay here! Allegiance to you!" Frenzberg said suddenly without waiting for Chris to speak: "I can dissipate my magic power, become an ordinary old man, and stay here... Under your guidance, approach the truth of this world."

"Yes, I, I do too!" William also felt that it would be better not to worry about the magician's restraint at this time. The situation is stronger than people, and it is the best choice to honestly save your own life first.

It was truly a failed assassination attempt. Chris put away the gun and looked at the old and the young in front of him with interest, thinking that these "nerds who practiced and practiced stupidly" were sometimes cute.

"Now, tell me what you are here for? I don't think you were sent by the Holy Demon Empire, am I right?" Chris pulled out a chair and sat down, fiddling with the Keke in his hand. The Walter revolver, asked.

"We wanted to come by ourselves." Frenzberg smiled bitterly and replied: "If the Holy Demon Empire comes to trouble you, you will know what disaster is coming. Even if only one dragon knight flies to yours Over the castle, you are also dead."

"I really don't want to go to war with the Holy Demon Empire right now, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of the Dragon Knight." Chris tapped his fingers on the half-written textbook, which was his habit when he was thinking. While beating, he looked at the 30mm anti-aircraft guns covered with canvas on the far city wall outside the window, and said confidently: "Besides, it's not enough for a dragon to come to my castle to make trouble!"

"Okay, let's talk about you now! I don't have a magician under my command, so it's fine for you to be loyal to me, but I don't think... it's not easy to guarantee your loyalty." Chris pointed to the two in front of him: "You guys More like my captive, the loyalty is really questionable."

"And! I've never seen a magician, I can't judge your danger, and I have no experience in using a magician... Can you...or are you willing to prove your usefulness?" After Chris finished speaking After thinking about it, he added: "Use a peaceful method! I don't want to cause human life."

"You don't want to kill people, neither do we..." William looked at the dark muzzles around him and shouted loudly in his heart. Chris' crisis has been resolved, but the crisis between the two mages is far from resolved.

"Along the way, I have seen many books that popularize knowledge..." Frenzberg, who was obviously more prepared, showed the role of experience and experience at critical moments. His existence fully proves what is called ginger or old spicy.

He only listened to him slowly opening his mouth and expressing his thoughts: "I was thinking, why is Ailan Hill still using such primitive and backward methods to transmit knowledge? Since you have no better way, why don't you use... Our magician's?"

"Do you have a better way to pass on knowledge?" When Chris heard this, he was no longer so calm. If there is really a way to improve the efficiency of knowledge transfer, then he can spread the knowledge in his mind to many people in a very short time.

He will have countless helpers and countless followers of modern industrial civilization who are truly loyal to him. With these talents, he can achieve industrialization faster, and quickly build Ailan Hill into an industrial empire.

"Of course!" Frenzberg nodded: "The solution is in my apprentice's backpack!"