Encyclopedia of Feanor Continent

Phils encouraged and said: "Yes, if you knew that he was such a villain, you should have killed him at that time. Don't be soft-hearted this time, let me, a professional, teach you a good lesson." He, anyway, there are so many ready-made props here."

As he spoke, he picked up a torture tool enthusiastically: "Ah! I know, this is for pulling out nails!"

"...Wait, wait, I know a big secret!" The bald mage Welburke said hastily, "I know where the treasure left by Festantis is, there is not only the huge wealth he saved during his lifetime, but also There are some extremely precious manuscripts and materials for mages, you will be interested!"

"Oh? Is that why you want us to torture you?" Evandel looked at him with a smile on his arms.

"If you want to torture and extract a confession, I won't tell the truth. There are many institutions in that place, and at least two or more mages are required to pass. If you are willing to cooperate with me, we can go find the treasure together. I don't want anything, as long as Just lend me the manuscript of Festantis!"

"You answer me a few small questions first, and I'll consider whether I want to cooperate with you." Evandel said, "Did you take my blood sample and track me with the blood trace technique?"

"...Yes." After hesitating for a while, Wellburke decided to tell the truth. He knew that Avandell was very vengeful, but the other party even knew which tracking magic he used, and maybe he knew something else. Asking these questions may just be a test of his honesty.

"How did you get the blood sample?"

"Ferdinand gave it to me, that cowardly guy. After I forced him a little bit, he obediently found it from the warehouse of the Mage Association and gave it to me."

"...'Slightly'? What did you use to force him?"

Wellburke felt that the reason why he, who was completely hidden behind the scenes, fell into the hands of Avondel was probably because Ferdinand, a coward, betrayed them, so he didn't dare to hide anything: "I found out that he was in the dark. Help some mage apprentices and let them escape from the mage academy by pretending to be dead, I have already got the evidence, as long as it is exposed, he will die, so he dare not disobey me."

"Are you the one who extracted the 'Kiss of Death' and poisoned me?"

"...It's me." Welburke said, "I used the blood trace technique to grasp your location. In addition to telling the mage the hunter, I also saw a farmer selling apples on your only way. Pretend to pick apples, and secretly put poison on the apples."

"Is that all? I thought more people would be involved... Well, I can save some trouble." Evandel said, "For the sake of your honesty, I can let you die Less painful."

"So there's nothing wrong with me?" Fiers was extremely disappointed, and could only comfort himself by saying that following such a compassionate boss meant sacrificing part of the fun.

Welburke was shocked: "Wait! Didn't we agree to find the treasure together!"

"Have I promised him anything?" Evandel asked his teammates innocently, and the teammates shook their heads.

"Don't you want the treasure? That's the wealth left by Festantis!" Welburke still tried to impress him, but Evandel took out a bag of expensive magic dust from his pocket unmoved , began to draw a fine magic circle on the ground: "You should have heard who killed Festantis back then, that wealth and precious research manuscripts have long since fallen into my hands, and he personally Give it to me."

"You're talking nonsense, it's impossible! You, what are you going to do? No... no no no... don't!" Wellburke recognized the magic circle on the ground, and the bald mage who was about to die finally panicked. Struggling, but the torture chair was fixed on the ground, no matter how hard he tried, he still didn't move a bit.

"How is it impossible? Not only did he give me all the treasures you mentioned, but he also has a good friendship with me." After finishing drawing the magic circle, Evandel walked outside cautiously, dusted off his hands, and started again The lich's skull was taken out of the bag.

The will-o'-the-wisp in the Lich's eyes was blazing: "It's you again! What's the matter! I warned you... Hey, why are you drawing this magic circle? Who are you going to sacrifice to?"

"Festantis." Evandel deliberately called out the lich's name, "I once promised to get you a new body, but I haven't found a suitable mage. Now is the time for me to fulfill my promise."

"Really, did you say that?" Festantis obviously didn't remember.

"Even if you have forgotten, I will still fulfill my promise." Evandel said, "Are you satisfied with this body?"

"A little fatter, a little ugly, a little older, the key is still a bald head, but forget it, I just need bones anyway, let me check the magic circle... umm, yes, that's it, let's start, I It's been many, many years since I've tried to have a physical sensation!"

"No...don't kill me...please..." Welburke struggled harder, desperately trying to catch any chance of life. His eyes fell on the black armored Palos beside him. The opponent was not in the costume of a Templar knight, but when he was in the dark alley, this guy used the holy words of exorcism to limit his ability to cast spells, and then he was stunned and dragged away by them.

"By the way, the Templar! The Templar over there is a lich. Did you see that! Evandel said that he killed the lich and completed the trial of the mage's tower, but it was a lie. Hurry up! Tell your captain!"

Palos gave him a disgusted look, thinking that this ungrateful bastard bought murder to murder his favorite person, and almost poisoned Evandel to death. It would be good if he didn't go up and break his leg, so why would he care about him? help.

"What are you shouting for? Do you think my little lover will stand by your side?" Evandel said with a smile, "Stop struggling, you should be honored to be part of the legendary archmage Festantis .”

Of course Well Burke would not be honored by this, but unfortunately he has no chance. Under the urging of the Lich, Evandel activated the magic circle, and the flesh and blood began to peel off Well Burke's body. The skull also escaped from Evandel's hand, and floated to the center of the magic circle.

They couldn't see the specific process. After the brilliance of magic dissipated, the skull that originally belonged to Wel Burke fell into a pile of flesh and blood, and a complete skeleton danced wildly beside it. Festantis shouted happily : "Ahahaha, I have my body again, great! I want to go out and play!"

"This is the basement of the Holy City Mikalan Cathedral." Evandel reminded him kindly, "As long as you go outside, even in the middle of the night, you will be discovered by the Knights Templar, and then you and I will not be quiet The days can pass."

"Okay, I'm going back to read, you get out of this ghost place as soon as possible."

In fact, compared to the endless ocean of knowledge, the matter of "going out to play" has limited appeal to Festantis. He self-consciously opened the pocket hanging on Evandel's body, and stepped inside, Then screamed: "OMG! I'm stuck! Help me, you stupid monkeys! Are you laughing? Huh? Want to taste a fireball 12 meters in diameter?!"

Avondel and the others were speechless, holding back their laughter, and it took Palos a lot of effort to force Festantis' sternum into the pocket.

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The disappearance of Well Burke did not immediately attract attention. The next day, Ferdinand and the old mages of the Mages Association gathered together, struggling with how to explain to him after Avondel came, trembling as if facing an enemy. waiting.

In the mage world, power itself is more awe-inspiring than power. Thinking of Avandell's magical power and the wheel of the arcane in his hand, the old men of the mage association can't wait to get down in front of him.

But Evandel had no intention of going out at all, and slept lazily until the afternoon.

The enemy solved another one. He is in a good mood today, and he doesn't intend to embarrass the old men anymore. Of course, this will make them more frightened like a boot that hasn't fallen off, but he doesn't care that much.

In addition to luxurious prices, luxurious hotels also have luxurious services. Evandel is lying comfortably in a bathtub filled with hot water. On the small table next to him are washed grapes, sliced ​​pears, and Wine, while he was soaking in a hot bath comfortably, he was flipping through a book he hadn't read.

When Palos came in, most of the bottle of red wine had already gone down. He didn't want to disturb Avondel's reading, but just walked over to test the water temperature: "It's a bit cold, do you want them to bring some hot water in?"

"No need." Evandel closed the book and threw it aside.

"Are you going to get up?" Palos went to get him a bath towel, Evandel lazily raised his feet to the edge of the bathtub, and moved his soaked red toes: "I'm too lazy to move, you hug me up."

Palos shook his head with a helpless smile, spread the bath towel on the bed, rolled up the sleeves of the dress, and went to the bathtub to fish for Avandel.

Evandel, who was dripping with water, put his wet arms around his neck on purpose, licked his chin with the tip of his tongue, and disturbed him persistently, but the strong Templar carried him over firmly Put it on the bed, pulled the towel to wipe his body: "Stop messing around, if you don't dry it quickly, you will catch a cold."

"You're wet anyway, take it off." Evandel curled the corners of his beautiful mouth. His skin was white and rosy after taking a hot bath, and his lips were as plump as attractive fruits. Palos was still there. Focusing on wiping him dry, he just glanced at him carelessly, and couldn't help but kiss him.

In front of Avandell, his sanity and self-control were as fragile as paper, and he took off most of his clothes before he remembered: "You still have to go to the Mage Association..."