I'm not a magician

Afterwards, the melee in the arena was horrible, and this horrible phenomenon was still spreading, spreading from the arena to the royal city, and then from the royal city to the Saint Tri Empire.

In a sense, the Gladiolus Club has also achieved the goal of "official debut", but unfortunately, the C position does not belong to them.

Countless demons and undead filled the royal city overnight, walking swaggeringly in the streets and alleys. At first, the residents were afraid to even leave their homes, but they soon discovered that they were just a bit worrisome in appearance. Nothing threatening.

Human beings are always very adaptable. After the nobles recuperated and reacted, Wangcheng has become accustomed to Jianlan giving heartbreaking speeches in the central square every day, talking about demons squandering the resources of the Forest of Darkness. The taverns were eating and drinking, and the quiet undead were floating on the street, picking up a piece of randomly discarded garbage from time to time.

Earl Elliott looked at a dead spirit with a dead expression through the carved window of the carriage, and picked up a cub who was staggering and about to fall, and picked up an empty wine bottle thrown on the street.

The little cub looked at the pale-skinned undead in front of him ignorantly, instead of crying loudly, he even grinned, wrapping his hands around the undead's neck, unwilling to come down.

The cub's mother took a look at them, took an empty basket, and asked casually: "Mr. Necromancer, Martin will ask you this afternoon. I will go to the central square to pick up the bread that the Gladiolus Society will distribute, and I will be back."

The Necromancer didn't speak, but nodded invisibly, with a human cub making waves on its head, and continued to wander the street expressionlessly.

The count couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and turned his head to look out the window lattice on the other side, where a few civilians were arguing red-faced.

"Of course it would be good to join Gladiolus! Now there are still soil turtles who are willing to pray in the church?"

"I don't want to argue with you! You can join wherever you like! The great God of Light doesn't look down on rebellious people like you!"

"Pull it down, is the God of Light looking at us 'humble' commoners? Jian Lanhui is right, those who are not favored by the gods have to stand up on their own!"

"Hmph! That sounds nice! You're all aiming at the equipment developed by Jianlan, right?"

"So what? It's better than the Holy See who still pays coins upside down, right? Gladiolus will get a piece of bread for every lecture."

"You! That's called offering! God will listen to the distress of pious people!"

"Haha listen... It's more convenient for you to tell your mother when you go home."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh God Atonement! I really can't stand such rude people!"

A few demons squatted beside them and cheered happily: "Fight! Fight!"

The blue veins on the earl's forehead twitched, and he looked away and asked his son: "So what's the situation now?"

Brandon was lowering his head, carefully wiping the family crest he retrieved from the gamblers yesterday: "Ah, didn't you just come back from the palace? Didn't Louis tell you?"

The count knocked him on the head: "Pay attention to etiquette, he is already the king of the empire, you can no longer call him the same as before."

Brandon curled his lips: "Anyway, he doesn't care about those...Okay, okay, I know."

He put the clean badge back on his collar, recalled the messy situation of the arena at that time, and said: "Well... In short, after Catherine's death, Gladiolus will be taken over by Linton, because he is this time The winner of the equipment competition also developed a simplified version of [Light] by himself, oh, it is the legendary equipment that everyone can use, so the common people obey him."

"As for those demons, they are St. Claire's subordinates... No, no! They didn't want to occupy Saint Terry, they just came here for free trade, and by the way, they're looking for trouble with the Holy See..."

"You said those undead... Well, I don't know what order Ji Chi gave, anyway, I think they are here to make trouble. The nobles, the Gladiator Society, and the Holy See are all annoying them, but they can be killed anyway. It’s a waste of a lot of money and energy.”

The count finally couldn't help laughing when he heard this: "Maybe you can call them checks and balances, it's good..." The count continued to admire the brand-new royal city with his head sideways, "All forces can stand at the same height, It’s nice that everyone can get their voices heard, it’s a lot more fun than it was before.”

Brandon frowned: "You're right."

It was not until Louis officially took over the imperial power and became Stuart X that Ji Chi took back the [Necromancer], which caused all the forces to suffer. At this time, the idea of ​​the Gladiolus has attracted many civilian slaves to join. The power of the nobles can no longer be underestimated.

Coupled with King Louis's drastic policy reforms, the people under heavy taxes were relieved, and the sharp anger gradually calmed down.

Of course, there are also nobles who are not reconciled, especially those headed by Duke William.

William didn't give up yet. He touched the top of his hairless head, and shifted his gloomy gaze to [Xinmin]. Although this epic equipment was made by Master Hess, he also pinned a lot of hopes on it.

He didn't want it to disappear like this. In William's fantasy, one day in the future, [Xinmin] could replace the hateful civilians and fill the entire Saint-Terry Empire. At that time, he would definitely be recorded in history and become countless people. The supreme man we admire!

Thinking of that scene, William couldn't help laughing wildly, and ordered his attendants to call a magician.

William stood in front of the window, stroking the ugly doll on the table, turned his back to the magician and said, "I haven't seen [Xinmin]'s ability since it was cast, come here, and enter it into its body." Some magic. I want to see how glorious the people I value will be!"

This magician is the son of a nobleman, and he usually takes pleasure in bullying common people, but since his family's servants have joined the Gladiolus Society, he has to restrain himself a lot, for fear of being dragged into a dark alley and beaten up accidentally.

He was also very aggrieved at this time, and under William's instruction, he directly input all the magic power into the doll.

The puppet was silent for a while, and soon the joints creaked, and it stood up twisted.

The moving puppet became even more terrifying. It grinned and laughed strangely at William and the magician.

William's scalp was numb from its laughter, and he quickly ordered the magician: "Don't make it laugh like that!"

The magician was sweating profusely, looking at the puppet in horror: "No... I can't control it..."

"What? Why!" William was frightened and angry, "Then, quickly take back the magic power in his body!"

The magician blushed and shook his head: "No, I can't do it..."

The two stiffened their necks, and at the same time slowly turned their heads to look at the puppet——what will the uncontrolled puppet do?

The human idol saw what they were thinking, laughed triumphantly, and spewed out a stream of air from the soles of their feet, scurrying around in the luxurious room.

William dodged a falling magic lamp in embarrassment, hugging his head and shouting: "What the hell is it going to do?!"

The magician wanted to cry but had no tears: "I don't know..."

The next second, the puppet flew in front of them, tilted its head and glanced at them, opened its mouth, and black carbon ash spewed out overwhelmingly!

William dreamed back to the second selection, and was sprayed all over his head and face with carbon ash. At this time, he didn't know that he was being tricked, and his whole body was shaking with anger: "Ah, it's you! Hess! Hess! Don't let I found you! I will definitely kill you!!!"

The puppet stuck out its long mechanical tongue, said a few words to him, turned its head and rushed out of the window, and sprayed carbon ash all the way around the Duke's mansion, dyeing the snow-white mansion black, before flying to distance.

A long time later, the annals recorded a legendary "Duke of Carbon Ash". He fought for the throne several times beyond his control, but was easily suppressed by the wise King Louis. Finally, Louis couldn't bear it anymore and threw him into the mines in the Fren Desert. Hole to mine, truly implement the title of "carbon ash".

The puppet flew in the royal city for a long time, and before the magic power was exhausted, it turned into a streamer, and was collected into the magic bag by Master Hess sitting beside the central street.

Hess raised his head and quietly looked at the staff shop opposite, his eyes drifting with thoughts.

In the staff shop, Ji Chi sat behind the counter familiarly, watching Bud busy inside.

He held his head, squeezed half of his face flat, and said vaguely: "...I just go to the Northland to get something, and I don't want to live there from now on. Why do I need to prepare so much?"

Bud carried a ladder and rummaged in the storage room, and took the time to come back to him: "Do you know where the Northland Snowfield is? The cold wind howls and freezes thousands of miles! With your small body...you can resist it if you don't prepare more." ?”

Seeing that he was as worried as an old lady, Ji Chi didn't care about the 'small body' he almost blurted out, he sneered and murmured in a low voice: "You said this before you went to the hot desert... "

Bud's ears were very sharp, and he turned his head quickly, faintly about to explode: "What?!"

Ji Chi closed his mouth wisely, and sighed——sometimes, this kind of stubborn old man's kindness just needs to be accepted silently.

Bud packed up a large magic box and stuffed it into Ji Chi's arms: "Bring these! They are all useful in the snow field! Don't think they are a burden. I went there to find a magic box when I was young. Kind of the hardest ice, at that time..."

As soon as the old man recalled the past, he couldn't stop, Ji Chi fidgeted after listening to a story, thanked him decisively and wanted to leave.

"Wait!" Bud suddenly stopped him.

Ji Chi turned around with a big head: "Is there anything else you haven't ordered?"

Bud pursed his lips into a stiff line: "...You should not forget our agreement at that time, right?"

Ji Chi frowned and thought for a long time: "The one with 700 million gold coins?"

"No! Are you also influenced by Linton!" Bud looked at him with a frown, sighed and continued, "It was an agreement after getting the suit."

It was only now that Ji Chi dug up such a thing from his early memories. At that time, Bud seemed to have promised that as long as he could refine the legendary equipment, he would give it to Ji Chi without taking anything.

Ji Chi looked at him in surprise: "Have you refined [Legend]?"

Bud nodded, no matter how chaotic the ending of that competition was, they were still well-deserved No.1, and he received the box given to him by the competition that night.

After the box was opened, it was a very inconspicuous robe, which looked a bit ugly upon closer inspection. It didn't look like a legendary item at all, but it was indeed the [legendary] equipment he had been looking for half his life.

Set: [Inspiration of the Forging God (3/3)]

Quality: [Legend]

Component: [Creator's Robe]

Component effect: [Increase the chance of the equipment engineer to make epic equipment]

Component description: [The legendary robe worn by the god of forging has witnessed the birth of many legends]

After a lot of hard work, this set is finally collected.

Set: [Inspiration of the Forging God]

Quality: [Legend]

Set effect: [Significantly increase the chance of equipment craftsmen to make legendary equipment]

Bud couldn't wait to put them on that night, poured all his emotions and hopes into refining his first legendary equipment——

It was a palm-sized conch handed to Ji Chi now.