Casting spells

The voice just fell!

He went straight back to his own room on the second floor, closed the door, took a quill, and began to write down the names of materials one after another on the parchment, which even the most knowledgeable mage would not know the use of.

While Jesse was waving a whip downstairs, threatening loudly to intimidate the thieves, beggars and thugs who were summoned, and warned everyone not to have crooked thoughts.

But unfortunately, greed and desire always make people lose their reason and calmness.

……

After disbanding, a young man who looked to be in his early 20s sneaked quickly through the dirty alleys and came to the dilapidated house at the other end of the beggar's nest.

As soon as he entered, the one-eyed man sitting on the chair immediately asked: "How is it? Have you found out? Is Okocha dead? Who killed him? Who controls the territory in the northwest corner now? "

"Boss Angus, I found out clearly. It was Benny who killed Okocha, and the devil Jesse is helping him take over the territory." The young man gave the answer quickly.

"Benny? That little pickpocket! How is this possible!" The one-eyed man called Angus stood up abruptly, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"I also think there is a problem! But since Okocha is dead, we can take advantage of this opportunity to cooperate internally and externally to launch a surprise attack. As long as Benny dies, according to the character of the devil Jesse, he will definitely choose to surrender instead of stubbornly resisting .” The young man suggested excitedly.

"Raid? It sounds like a good choice. When do you think it's suitable?" Angus's only intact eye was shining with a burning fire of ambition.

"Tonight is the best chance! Don't forget, Benny is only a 13-year-old boy, and he was a pickpocket. Most people don't think he can be the boss of a gang. You just need to pay some money , I can accept some people and let them stay at home honestly at night."

"Okay! Here are two hundred gold coins, you can use them for a little activity. After tonight, I will become the biggest gang leader in the entire Beggar's Nest."

Chapter 9 Chapter Seven

"Mo Wen! Here are five gold coins! Promise me, as long as you stay at home honestly tonight, they will be yours."

"Old friend, I believe that with your keen insight, you must feel that a terrible storm will come tonight. Take it, here are ten gold coins, go to the tavern for a drink, and by the way, I am looking for two beautiful chicks. Guaranteed that when tomorrow dawns, the entire beggar's nest will usher in a new era."

"Boy! This is a gold coin! Take it and roll as far as you can. Don't let me touch it tonight, or you will know the consequences."

……

Relying on his familiarity with the entire gang, the young man quickly took down most of the threatening targets before dark. As for those beggars and pickpockets, they are not to be feared at all. Blend in.

In this dark place that can never be illuminated by light, everyone has become accustomed to selfishness. If anyone is found to be in danger, there will never be any situation in which they will stand up and act bravely.

On the contrary, it is the cruel reality to hide and observe silently, and wait for the perpetrator to leave to see if he can take advantage of it.

As night fell, the guards patrolling the main road quickly returned to the barracks.

Because even they dare not stay in the most dangerous place in Neverwinter in the dark night.

After all, there are too many vicious criminals gathered in the Beggar's Nest, so they don't care about the city's laws. As long as they have enough interests, they even dare to kill priests who serve the gods, and countless guards died on patrol.

For this reason, the city hall has dispatched troops more than once to wipe out the gang forces entrenched here.

Unfortunately, every time the army came, the gang leaders would hide in the sewers, or simply leave Neverwinter City, and go outside to avoid the limelight.

When the army leaves, they will come back and fight for territory again.

In desperation, as long as the nobles of Neverwinter reached a secret agreement with the gang leaders in private, they would never allow anyone to provoke or kill guards on the street during the day, otherwise no matter who did it, they would be punished. Get caught and put in jail.

In return, no matter what happens in the Beggar's Nest after dark, the guards will not bother.

Feeling the restless night air, Jesse took a deep breath, and said to Zhang Cheng, who was sitting on the chair who didn't know what he was doing, "something is wrong tonight! Almost all the thugs in the gang left for no reason!"

"Hmph! Does it matter? It's just cannon fodder anyway. Even if something really happened, they can't help." Zhang Cheng curled his lips in disdain.

"Oh? You know!" There was a hint of surprise on Tiefling's face.

"Of course I know! Think about it, if you were the leader of another gang, and you suddenly heard that the most threatening half-orc Okocha died, and his successor was a 13-year-old boy who was born as a pickpocket, you wouldn't think it was an expansion What about the good opportunity in the territory?" Zhang Cheng asked in a non-sentimental tone.

"Now that you know, what are you going to do?" Jesse bent down on the table, his eyes were shining red, and his tail was slightly raised, full of exoticism.

It has to be said that she who inherited the purgatory bloodline is not ugly at all, and quite in line with human aesthetics, no wonder she can survive in such a complicated environment.

"I'm waiting! Waiting for the arrival of those dirty little mice. Do you know? The soul is one of the strangest substances in this world. It is not only an important magic material, but also a kind of energy. And I, Now I just need a lot of souls, ordinary snacks can no longer satisfy my appetite, I need more, more..."

While saying these words, Zhang Cheng's left eye, which was replaced by the broken magic crystal, released a bright light.

Even if Jesse didn't understand anything, he could still feel a creeping hunger, a hunger for the soul.

Before she recovered from her panic, the closed door behind her was kicked open with a bang, followed by more than [-] guys with various weapons rushing in.

The leader is none other than the boss of another gang, known as the magic eye——Angus.

Of course, this magic eye does not mean that his fake eyeballs have any magical power, but refers to his forbearance and ruthlessness.

Looking at this group of vicious scumbags, Zhang Cheng immediately stood up and opened his arms and shouted loudly: "Ah! Tonight's big meal is finally here! Welcome! You are welcome to send delicious souls with all your hard work. You must know that the taste of hunger is not good. If no one comes tonight, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but come to the door tomorrow morning."

"Then I wish you a pleasant meal in advance?" Jessie pulled out the dagger and short sword fixed on his thigh, and blinked playfully.

"Stop putting on airs here! Benny! We all know who you are, a low-class pickpocket." The young man who had been busy all afternoon was the first to stand up and shout loudly.

"Posting? You poor guy doesn't know who you're up against, do you? But that's all right, I don't mind having some dessert before we start the big meal."

The voice just fell!

Zhang Cheng suddenly transformed the soul energy he had devoured not long ago into a mind blast, and released it towards the crowd.

boom!

A beam of energy visible to the naked eye shook the souls of everyone present!

moment!

These guys who were aggressive a second ago have all turned into wooden figures at this moment.

Not to mention moving, you can't even blink your eyes.

panic!

fear!

despair!

They finally discovered that the 13-year-old boy in front of him, who was originally regarded as a soft persimmon, was actually an extremely terrifying spellcaster.

In Faerun Continent, anyone with the ability to cast spells, no matter if they are mages, warlocks, bards, priests, or druids, is not easy to mess with. Often a simple control spell can make oneself The proud warrior loses his fighting power and becomes a lamb at the mercy of others.

"Hehe, what a fresh soul, it is a hundred times more delicious than the one after death. Be patient, it may hurt more..."

While whispering like a devil, Zhang Cheng stretched out his right index finger and lightly pressed it on the young man's forehead, pulling out a large milky white silk-like thing from inside.

You don't need to ask to know that these white silks are part of the soul.