Night Raven Master

Chapter 209 Felek

Marshall carefully observed these shadow servants, and after confirming that they were all high-ranking, he looked at Art with a more awe-inspiring look on his face:
"Master Angus, are they all high-ranking people?"

The shadow servants summoned by the wizard of the apocalypse have high-ranking strength, this Lord Angus Angus is really the wizard of the apocalypse!

"Yes."

Art waved the bow, and casually put the violin on his shoulder with the other hand, like a weapon, and said with a smile on his face:

"The strength of every servant is high, I wish you good luck."

Karloff, who originally took a breath for himself and wanted to give it a try, looked at the more than 200 black human figures, his face froze.

The faces of Bauer and Lian also became extremely gloomy. In their eyes, the silent shadow servants also changed from ordinary summoned creatures to extremely dangerous symbols.

"How about it, do you want to try it?" Art had a smile on his face.

Like a hot-blooded comic, without any certainty, use the so-called "momentum" and "courage" to rush towards the enemy?

In reality, there are very few passionate young people who "rush over desperately for their companions" can survive.

Does Courage Bring Victory?
The guys who didn't win are all dead. They don't have a chance to talk and tell others about their courage.

Among the factors of victory, the difference in strength is the big one, and the share of courage is much smaller.

Factors other than strength, he is more willing to believe in resourcefulness, decisive timing and correctness, courage?

The world is not so simple that you can bring victory by rushing to the enemy while yelling "for protection" with your head sullen.

And the result——

After hesitating for a moment, this Karlov and his companions did not give a positive answer to Art.

They did not choose to risk their lives to save this man named Haun.

What an irony.

Yate still remembered that when the false master was killed, the man who fell on the ground used his body to protect his companion at the last moment when he fell unconscious.

It cannot be said that he did not choose to risk his life to save his companion. On the contrary, it is undoubtedly correct for a normal creature with a desire to survive.

Saving is a matter of affection, not an obligation. It is another matter to save at the price of a big bargaining chip like life.

If it was Yate himself, he would not risk his life to save him.

However, with comparison, there is also a gap.

Glancing at the three Karlovs who were still silent and stalemate for tens of seconds in a "hesitant" posture, Art waved his hand, and Lord Shadowcrow, who was hiding in the body of the phantom of the night, lifted the apocalypse.

The huge shadow that completely enveloped the mercenary guild gradually shrank and disappeared.

And the more than 200 shadow servants were also canceled by the shadow crow hiding in the shadows under Yate's operation.

The outline of the black human figure dissipated and dissipated.

The dark red luxurious hall was revealed again.

The soft light from the crystal lamps on the surrounding walls and ceiling fell on everyone's body, and the tone was warm.

However, the mercenaries did not feel any warmth because of this, and the chill that enveloped everything and left them still did not dissipate.

The weird music played by His Excellency Angus still echoed in their minds.

Their gazes scanned the surroundings back and forth, especially the stagnant shadows under the tables and chairs, as if something might crawl out of the shadows at any time.

The gazes of the mercenaries swept across the big mercenary who was still lying on the ground with distracted eyes, and then to His Excellency Angus who was about to swing his bow with a smile on his face.

An atmosphere of unspeakable silence enveloped the entire hall.

Everyone was silent.

Except Mary.

She frowned and walked up to Art: "You are."

The other party's wicked way of dealing with it reminded her of the one she met in Susha Town.

"No, you're mistaken, I'm not Flo."

A ray of light flashed in the eyes of Lord Shadow Crow in the phantom's body, and the violin in the phantom's hand also dissipated.

Art glanced at Mary, and looked at her for a moment:
"I didn't expect that you could be promoted to Tianqi so quickly."

A shadow flew out from the shadow under Phantom's feet, and stood on his shoulder in the shape of a crow in the air.

The plaid robe that was originally similar to that of a bard slowly transformed into a tuxedo suit. The top hat was lifted slightly, and Art's smile was projected on the phantom's face.

Watching "Angus" gradually change into another appearance that impressed her deeply, Mary opened her mouth slightly:
"Mr. Art?"

"You can call me Art directly, you are already an Apocalypse."

Art shrugged his shoulders, and the crow standing on his shoulders couldn't help shaking because of his movements, and flapped its wings twice to maintain balance.

Hearing Art's words, Mary let out a foul breath: "It's really unexpected."

"There are many unpredictable things in the world."

Yate turned his head and looked at the long wooden platform in the hall. The naughty and pretty little girl who came with her parents looked at him with horror in her eyes.

Then, his gaze turned to the door——

"I have other matters, so I won't chat with you for now."

At the door of the mercenary guild, an old man dressed as a butler bent down to salute him:
"Sir Silver Crow, the Earl is waiting for you."

Earl of Fellerk Castle.

The tall castle stands in the center of the white-capped courtyard, which occupies a huge area and is neatly planted with patches of flowers and plants.

In the snow-covered courtyard, a young nobleman who seemed to be in his 20s was pacing on the edge of the flowers and plants, passing by the frozen fountain. He stood in front of a piece of withered flowers and plants, his eyes streaming Show a little nostalgia.

Beside him was a woman in luxurious clothes, whose appearance was somewhat similar to his.

"Nasa, a wizard, how many things do you need to be able to advance to the apocalypse?"

He looked at the flowers and plants frozen by the heavy snow, and asked without looking back.

The woman hesitated for a moment, as if she was thinking about the answer, and after ten seconds, she gave the answer.

"Meditation method that fits the attributes, dozens of interface spells, long-term meditation, four to ten high-level apprentice-level psionic power ranges, and four to ten identical compression spells to construct a compression core."

As for her answer, the young man just shook his head:
"A meditation method whose limit is at the level of Apocalypse has at least ten interface spells. Calculated in gold coins, the value is more than three thousand gold coins."

"Most of the meditation ideas obtained from the transaction will not have interface spells. Some wizards with a high degree of compatibility can sense the approximate type of interface spells. If you want to exchange them all, you will need [-] to [-] gold coins."

"Long-term meditation?"

There was a trace of disdain on his face:
"Using the meditation method with a high degree of fit and fast excavation speed, regardless of the situation of dealing with territorial affairs, it only takes less than 10 years for a wizard with first-class qualifications to go from elementary apprentice to apocalypse."

"It takes 20-40 years for a wizard with second-level qualifications."

"A third-class qualification requires at least 50 years."

"The fourth class, for nearly 300 years, there is basically no hope of being promoted to Apocalypse. How can apprentice wizards get so much lifespan?"

"The wizards at the upper level of the Allen Kingdom have more resources, while the wizards at the lower level have fewer resources. Their qualifications are not comparable, and the division is getting worse."

He turned his head and said to his nominal sister:

"The only way is to seek refuge with other great nobles."

"The situation in the Kingdom of Allen is very strange. After the fall of the Kingdom of Cartesia, the new king, Grand Duke Allen, did not manage the Kingdom of Allen, but handed it over to the North and South Dukes."

"Academicism simply won't work in the Kingdom of Allen."

"Where do you want to go after breaking through the apocalypse? After using the blue blood gem to fully stimulate the blood power, unless you get more territories and make the territories more prosperous, you will have no chance to move forward."

The young man sighed deeply.

The woman named Nasha also smiled. Everyone likes the feeling of being respected and affirmed, and she is no exception.

Especially when this person is much stronger than her and has a close relationship with her.

Taking a deep breath, she nodded, "I want to travel to the Glory Continent."

"Are you sure you want to go?" The young man seemed a little worried.

Nasha Felek smiled gently. 60 years ago, as an older sister, she protected her younger brother as he grew up.

Until her father passed away, she encountered obstacles on her journey as a wizard, but her younger brother went all the way, promoted to Apocalypse Wizard, and inherited the name of Felek.

Now, the people who originally needed her protection no longer needed her protection, and instead became the protected party.

In order to make herself promoted to Apocalypse, Qiao Lan is planning a war to obtain a new territory. In order to share the will of the people with her, her progress is also affected.

She no longer wants to drag her brother down.

Traveling She wants to travel to the Glorious Continent, and wants to break through the apocalypse.

If she fails to break through the apocalypse, she doesn't plan to come back and cause trouble for her younger brother.

Until the end of her life, she will keep looking for opportunities.

At this time, Nasha saw the butler.

After bowing respectfully to Nasha, the housekeeper said to the young man:
"My lord, Sir Silver Crow has arrived at the door."

"Okay, I see, you invite him to come over."

Jolan Luls Felek, the young Earl of Felek, nodded.

Seeing the housekeeper turn and leave, Nasha smiled slightly:
"My lord, then I will deal with other matters."

The identity of a sister is different from that of an apprentice.

He was her brother, but also Lord of Felekshire.

(End of this chapter)