I'm not a magician

William shrank his pupils. Seeing that the torture frame slowly turned to face the judging platform, he immediately understood, and shouted upwards: "Be careful! Get out of the way—"

However, the torture frame with the tracking effect has already drawn a silver arc, no matter how the people on the stage dodge in a panic, they will unswervingly fly towards a pipe inlaid with gems and gold!

The Marchioness has been immersed in fine and luxurious enjoyment all year round, and she didn't realize the danger until someone knocked over her teacup in a hurry.As soon as she took the pipe away from her bright red lips, she found that the torture rack she was looking forward to was already close in front of her eyes. The sharp and cold silver tip pointed at her neck, and the pipe fell from her fingertips, piercing through her snow-white skin !

In an instant, the huge torture frame passed through the depression in the center of the Marchioness's collarbone from top to bottom, and the tail pierced the silky silk fabric, sticking out from the blood-stained skirt.

The severe pain that ran through her body instantly swept through her nerves, making her want to scream, but because of the pressure of the torture rack, she could only make a hoarse and trembling breath.

The effect of the trial rack was even better than the marquise had imagined. She didn't die immediately, but was fixed on the rack with her head up, twitching violently in the maddening pain, and the blood gurgled along the concave hole on the rack. The troughs flowed and entangled on the surface to form a bloody gladiolus.

This tragic scene stung the eyes of too many people, the nobles could no longer maintain their dignity, screamed loudly, pushed and fled towards the exit!

The king was also frightened, staring fixedly at the rack not far below, fearing that he would be the next to be judged, stood up hastily, and discarded the heavy scepter studded with gold and gemstones as if it were a burden, and stepped back and ordered Said: "Quick! Take me to a safe place——"

Before he finished the order, he froze on the spot, lowered his head inch by inch, and looked at the bloody dagger protruding from his heart.

"There are fewer people on the west side of the venue. I will protect you there first!" Louis displayed the excellent quality of a senior fighter in a critical moment. He calmly observed his surroundings and quickly analyzed, but he didn't hear a response for a long time.

He frowned and turned his head, his eyes suddenly widened: "Father..."

The king's chubby body slipped softly to the ground, his eyes were wide open, and he made a small grunt in his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just spit out a mouthful of bloody foam, which was covered in blood all over his face. Unbelievably, the eyes lost their luster.

Louis half-opened his lips, his face raised up along the king's body with a blank face, looking behind him.

Catherine stood there with a smile on her face, holding a blood-stained dagger in her hand, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. She first laughed in a low voice, and then laughed wantonly. She was no longer meek and humble as before, her laughter was sharp and harsh : "You also have today, hahaha! So what about pure blood, it's really ugly to die!"

Catherine lifted the gorgeous blood-stained skirt, stepped on the king's limp corpse, and kicked fiercely. At this moment, the supreme king was kicked in front of Louis like a pool of rotten meat, and his unconscious limbs twisted into ugly look.

Louis knelt down and touched the increasingly cold face of the king with his trembling hands. He understood that the king was not a good father to his elder brother and sister, but to himself, the king had sincerely given his expectation and love. Love, no matter what happens, it can't be erased.

Suppressing his sadness and anger, Louis slowly drew out the long sword at his waist, aimed at Catherine, and asked word by word: "What did you do..."

Catherine calmed down her smile. She waved her hand back, and the knights who were supposed to protect them all turned around, with their swords facing Louis.

Catherine smiled coquettishly: "Brother, although we haven't spoken a few words in all these years, you are indeed the best person in the palace. I don't want to hurt you today, but I just want to invite you to appreciate An opera—do you hear that beautiful melody?"

Screams, shouts, and explosions surrounded the arena, and the luxurious clothes of the nobles became the most conspicuous targets, and were violently attacked by the gladioli cultists who mixed in.

Blood continued to flow down from the stands, like a curtain slowly falling on the stage, staining the arena's table red.

However, after the initial flurry, the nobles also reacted. Most of them and the attendants they brought were professionals with excellent abilities. After being caught off guard and panicking, they began to fight back angrily.Sword lights, magic, and shadows filled the field, and it was messy everywhere.

Now the arena is the safest place, but it is also temporary. As the scope of the battle continues to expand, Ji Chi frowned, and together with Chloe, they carefully retreated to the center of the field while protecting Bud and Linton. Protect them from the aftermath of the battle in the stands.

Bud had never seen such a scene of flying flesh and blood, his face turned pale for a moment, and he murmured, "How could this be..."

"Because they went too far." Linton suddenly said softly.

He has kept his head down since the shock, Bud thought he was just afraid, but at this moment he finally raised his eyes, revealing the extreme hatred and madness in his eyes: "They don't want to give us a chance to live , we just give them back.”

Bud noticed something was wrong, and turned his head to look at Linton suddenly, his face was full of astonishment: "You are the gladiolus..."

Linton glanced at him sideways, and there was a little regret in his bloodshot and scarlet eyes: "I'm sorry, Master. I'm also sorry for everyone..."

There was a flash of light on his body. At some time, the suit they made by themselves had been put on Linton's body. The gold and silver suit automatically followed the curve of the body, and the chest and abdomen were covered with a thin and tough layer between the hands and legs. The armor made Linton's harmless and gentle temperament a lot colder.

After a month of crazy research on the design drawings, Linton is very familiar with the various effects of [Light], especially under Ji Chi's last enchantment, [Light] seems to be able to sense the user's thoughts, and it doesn't take much in-depth understanding to get it. Can get started.

Linton waved his hand lightly, the magic spar on his chest lit up, and tiny blue light escaped from the converter and flowed down the crystal line.

Almost instantly, a gust of hurricane rolled up from under his feet, supporting him to float steadily into the sky.

He looked down at the messy arena with cold eyes, and his eyes that were good at carving details quickly found a figure he hadn't seen for a long time. Linton twitched the corners of his mouth and turned around lightly. The gentle and strong wind supported him to fly quickly. To that person.

Baron Duke hasn't been to Saint-Terry King City for a long time. If he didn't accompany his proud son to participate in the competition this time, he should never come here again.

He is in charge of a large area of ​​land around East Town, although the land is barren and cannot grow precious crops, and the people are dull and thin, doing arduous and tedious work repetitively.

But this does not prevent Duke from having a greedy heart. He joined forces with the guards in the border town and became king in this swamp by relying on the thousands of miles away from the city of Saint-Terry.

He mercilessly doubled the taxes and fees, squeezing the poor and weak civilians and slaves.

He obediently handed over part of the collected taxes and fees to Wang Cheng, and poured the rest into his pocket like running water to satisfy his bottomless greed.

The oppressed people have also been angry and resisted, but what responded to them was the sharp sword of the guards that should have defended the empire. The sharp long sword cut off the sound of crying blood, leaving the ground full of helplessness.

Duke didn't know the suffering of the common people, maybe he didn't care if he knew it, he hoarded a lot of wealth, enough for him to spend extravagantly, and promoted a stupid son who was ignorant and ignorant as an intermediate equipment engineer.

When Duke came to the royal city this time, in order to avoid unnecessary attention, he only brought a magician and a stalker, but now it was chaotic, and the two attendants were squeezed out of sight.

He was so anxious that he dodged the aftermath of the battle in embarrassment while scanning the arena worriedly. His son shrank somewhere and trembled, but now he couldn't find a shadow.

Just as he was thinking, a sound of "Boom!" suddenly came from his ear, and with a painful groan, a fat and white man crashed into a row of fences, curled up on the ground with his head in his arms.

"Barrett!" Baron Duke's eyes flashed with joy and worry. He rushed to his son's side and pulled his body forcefully. "Are you alright?"

His son Barrett was hiding in a small corner under the stands, but suddenly his eyes blurred, he was grabbed by the collar and flew into the sky, and was thrown directly from the sky roughly, at this time his nose was blue and his eyes were blue It was swollen, and several bones in his body were broken.

Duke was taken aback by his unrecognizable son, noticed the strong wind blowing beside him, and turned his head angrily: "Won't you be gentle? If something happens to Barrett, you won't be able to pay for your lives!"

Duke thought that behind him was his magician servant, and he scolded people mercilessly, but soon he saw clearly who came, it was a young man in familiar clothes, gray hair, gray eyes and silver clothes, with An indifference like snow and dust.

He instantly realized that the visitor was not easy to mess with, so he immediately changed his face, and said in a flattering tone, "This...mage hero, thank you for saving my son...you are so kind, you can protect us by the way Go out? I am willing to pay you a large commission!"

Linton smiled slightly and looked at him coldly: "Yes, but you need to pay the gold coins for saving your son first."

Duke's face contorted for a moment. This man threw his good-looking son half to death, and he still has the face to say such words!

But the situation was beyond his control. Seeing that the flames of war were about to reach nearby, Duke swallowed his anger: "How many gold coins do you want..."

Linton glanced at him, grinned and said, "Not much, ten thousand gold coins is enough."

"How much?" Duke was stunned for a moment, and couldn't believe his ears. He understood that he was here to find fault, and said angrily, "How could I have so many gold coins! Are you robbing money?"

Linton waved his hand kindly: "Don't be angry, I was just joking... how many gold coins do you have now?"

Linton saw his rolling eyes, and his eyes became a little colder: "I prefer to make deals with honest people, isn't the two lives of the baron and your son worth a purse?" ?”

Duke's face was a little ugly. He couldn't figure out what this person was going to do. He didn't notice him calling out his identity for a while. Duke's mind was confused, and he handed over his purse and said honestly: "I still have... 518 A gold coin."

Linton took the purse, weighed it, and smiled with satisfaction: "However, it takes 519 gold coins to save your son. As long as you pay in full now, I guarantee that you will leave safe and sound. How about it?"

Duke had mixed emotions on his face. He endured the anger of being played with, and pleaded: "Aren't you embarrassing me? It's just one gold coin. After I go out, I will pay you ten times... a hundred times!"

Linton shook his head: "No, not even a copper coin."

Duke was so angry that he gritted his teeth, looked around in a panic, and didn't want the money bag. He leaned over to pick up his grumbling fat son, and cursed, "Get out! You didn't come to save people at all! We You can go out by yourself! If you like to stay here and count the money, just stay here! Be careful and you won’t know how to die!”

Linton watched the two men stagger away, and after a while said coldly: "Didn't I say, pay off the gold coins to save your son first?"

Duke stopped begging for his protection, became a little more arrogant, and yelled: "Bah! It's merciful enough that I didn't ask for your life! If my attendant wasn't here, you would have already—"

"Boom!" The scorching fireball hit Duke's side, and his son suddenly straightened his upper body and let out a tragic howl!

A broken white fat arm slid far away with Mars, dragging out a long bloodstain.

"A gold coin, will you still pay?" Linton kept his hand open, and another fireball condensed in his palm.

Duke didn't realize that Linton was here to seek revenge. His feet went limp, he supported his son who was about to faint, and looked at Linton with fear: "You... who are you?"

Linton didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he raised his hand, and the fireball flew again, blowing one of Barrett's legs off: "Where is a gold coin?"

Barrett was covered in cold sweat, unable to make a sound in pain, but trembled violently along with the force of his legs breaking away from his body.

Duke was about to go crazy. Trembling, he tore off his pocket watch and handed it to Linton. He almost knelt down and begged, "Please! Let us go! Just a gold coin ! Me, my body...these, and these, are very valuable, you just let us go!"

Linton didn't even look at it. After all, he was not a cruel person like them. Somewhat tired of such torture, the next fireball was aimed directly at Duke's head.

He looked at Duke through the flames and asked, "When a boy came to you to ask for a gold coin that he deserved, why didn't you let him go?"

Linton saw Duke's terrified and puzzled expression clearly, and smiled sadly: "You forgot, of course you don't remember how many lives you plundered... Then you probably don't know, if you didn't get that gold coin, My mother will not die of illness, my brother will not be seriously injured by your precious son, and my sister will not starve to death."

"You said, should I let you go?" Linton said softly, and a huge fireball shot out from the palm of his hand, exploding a spray of blood in front of his eyes.

The splashed blood stained his eyes. Not only did Linton not feel relieved, but his eyes became scarlet. He turned around and flew into the air again, looking down at the nobles running away like ants.

Some of them brought their wives and children, and the children's shrill and loud cries rang out together, unlike his sister who passed away a long time ago, who was left to whimper softly like a kitten before dying of starvation.

Linton opened his palms towards them expressionlessly, and the dazzling fire flickered between his palms.

Ji Chi watched from the center of the field, knowing that Linton had hatred in his heart, and he did not stop him from killing the two men, but now he found that Linton had lost his mind. Among the crowd that the gunfire was aimed at, there were nobles he hated, and some Ji Chi's familiar figure.

Ji Chi frowned fiercely, and said in a low voice, "Chloe!"

Chloe understood what he was thinking, and nodded, the skin on her back was lifted upwards, forming two thin mechanical wings, and a gust of air carried her to high altitude, blocking Linton.

Linton suddenly saw Chloe in the air, his eyes full of hatred disappeared for a moment, and he said in a daze, "Chloe, how could you..."

Chloe raised her right hand, the white arm and the delicate deformed joints were assembled, forming a black muzzle in an instant, aiming straight at Linton's chest.

There was an inorganic indifference in her eyes, and her voice remained unchanged, but this time it was particularly indifferent: "Linton, stop."