Spellcasting Heavens

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

Old friend, I believe that with your keen insight, you must feel that a terrible storm is coming tonight. Take these ten gold coins, go to the tavern for a drink, and look for two beautiful girls by the way. I I guarantee 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 it as far as you want. Don't let me touch it tonight, or you will know the consequences.

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Relying on his familiarity with the entire gang, the young man quickly took down most of the threatening targets before dark. As for the beggars and pickpockets, he was not afraid at all. Even if he heard something, he would definitely not dare to do so easily. Get involved.

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

On the contrary, it is a cruel reality to hide and observe silently, waiting for the abuser to leave and see if you can take advantage.

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 the entire Neverwinter City in the dark night.

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

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

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

Once the army left, they would return and compete for territory again.

In desperation, the nobles of Neverwinter reached a secret agreement with the gang leaders in private, that is, no one would be allowed to provoke or kill guards on the street during the day, otherwise no matter who did it, they would be punished. Caught and put in jail.

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

Feeling the restless night air, Jesse took a deep breath and said to Zhang Cheng, who was sitting on the chair and messing around with something unknown: There's something wrong tonight! Almost all the thugs in the gang have left inexplicably!

Hmph! Does it matter? They're just cannon fodder anyway.

Even if something does happen, they can't help. Zhang Cheng curled his lips in disdain.

Oh? You know! A trace of surprise appeared on the tiefling's face.

Of course I know! Think about it, if you were the leader of another gang and suddenly heard that the most threatening half-orc, Okocha, was dead and his successor was a thirteen-year-old boy who was a pickpocket, you wouldn't think it was a Where is the good opportunity to expand our territory? Zhang Cheng asked in an emotionless tone.

Now that you know, what are you going to do? Jesse leaned over the table, his eyes flashing red, and his tail was slightly raised, full of exotic sentiment.

It has to be said that she is not ugly at all as she has inherited the bloodline of Purgatory. She is quite in line with human aesthetics. No wonder she can survive in such a complicated environment.

I'm waiting! Waiting for those dirty little mice to arrive. Do you know? The soul is one of the most peculiar substances in the world. It is not only an important magic material, but also a kind of energy. And I, I need a lot of souls right now. Ordinary snacks can no longer satisfy my appetite. I need more, more...

When he said 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 hunger that made his hair stand on end, a hunger for his soul.

Before she could recover from her panic, the closed door behind her was kicked open with a bang, followed by about twenty guys with various weapons rushing in.

The leader is none other than the boss of another gang, known as the Demon Eye - Angus.

Of course, this magic eye does not refer to the magical power of his fake eyeballs, but to his forbearance and ruthlessness.

Looking at this group of vicious scum, Zhang Cheng immediately stood up, opened his arms and cheered loudly: Ah! Tonight's dinner has finally arrived! Welcome! Welcome you for taking the trouble to bring delicious souls. You know the feeling of hunger is not pleasant, If no one comes tonight, I’m afraid I won’t be able to help but come to your door tomorrow morning.”

Then I wish you a pleasant meal in advance? Jesse pulled out the dagger and dagger fixed on his thigh and winked playfully.

Stop being pretentious 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 yell.

Pretentious? You poor guy doesn't know who you're up against, do you? But that's okay, I don't mind a little dessert before we start our feast.

The words just fell!

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

boom!

A visible energy shook the souls of everyone present!

moment!

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

Not to mention moving, not even blinking.

panic!

fear!

despair!

They finally discovered that the thirteen-year-old boy in front of them, who was originally regarded as a weakling, was actually a terrifying spell caster.

In the continent of Faerûn, anyone with the ability to cast spells, whether they are wizards, warlocks, bards, priests, or druids, is not easy to mess with. Often a simple control spell can make them The mighty warriors lost their combat effectiveness and became lambs to be slaughtered.

Haha, what a living soul, it is a hundred times more delicious than the one after death. Bear with it, it may be more painful next...

While Zhang Cheng was whispering like a devil, he stretched out his right index finger, gently pressed it on the young man's forehead, and pulled out a large piece of milky white, silk-like stuff from inside.

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

Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

No one can resist the severe pain caused when the soul is torn apart!

The poor young man even broke free from the paralysis caused by the mind blast, opened his mouth wide and let out a blood-curdling scream!

Eye!

nose!

ear!

mouth!

All these organs are oozing black blood!

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