The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

William was thinking about it, and his saliva almost came out.

Suddenly, "Da...Da...Da..." The sound of rapid horseshoes came from below, interrupting William's thoughts.

William looked down and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a guard, riding on a black horse, galloping toward the outside of the castle.

No one of the castle guards along the way stood up to stop him, but respectfully gave up the road. It can be seen that the middle-aged man of the guards is not in a low position in the castle.

"Master, master, this man's heart is about to crack." The magic mirror swept down, and he noticed the abnormality of the middle-aged man in the guard, and reported to William Hui.

"Heart is about to split? Oh, is it hurt in any way?" William said casually after hearing the words of the magic mirror.

This attitude is normal.

As William's strength became stronger and stronger, ordinary people had become less and less of his vision. At the same time, the magic radiation on him would be higher and higher, and the influence on others would be greater and greater.

If his strength is strong to a certain limit, the creatures that stay by his side for a long time may be radiated by his magic power and transformed into a creature that resembles a family member, driven and controlled by him.

Just like the dragon in Western mythology.

"Master, Master, this person's body did not detect any damage from external forces, and the heart cracked due to other reasons." The magic mirror did not have human emotions, as before, answering William's questions formulaically.

"Oh, what's the reason?" William asked with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, looking at the middle-aged guard that galloped away.

"Master, Master, it is because the psychological pain is too strong, causing the physical heart to crack." The magic mirror told William the result of its detection.

"You mean, he is heartbroken to the point of heartbreak?" William asked immediately, his face stunned when he heard the answer.

"Yes, Master!" The Magic Mirror said concisely.

"Haha..." William showed a weird smile on his face, "In my last life, I always heard that I was broken in love, and one of them was so sad that my heart was broken."

"Tsk tusk tusk... I thought it was just a literary exaggeration, but I didn't expect it to be heartbroken. It's really... the ancients don't deceive me!" William shook his head and said to himself.

The wind rustled around him.

William took a little interest in him.

"Magic Mirror, where did he come from?" William asked.

The magic mirror began to trace its source, and soon it found the answer from the smell left by the man. When the mirror flashed, it transferred a picture into William's mind.

It was a depressed luxurious room with a burning fireplace.

In the center of the room is a luxurious bed.

A sickly old man was covered with a valuable velvet quilt, and from time to time he coughed violently, like a fan, as if he would die at any time.

The magic mirror also judged this way.

"Master, this old man is the Grand Duke of this Principality, Hasmar XI. Judging from his physical condition, he is dying and won't last long!"

"Oh!" William responded nonchalantly, and didn't care much. To him now, the power between mortals was just like the sand and stones on the side of the road.

Just like when he first learned about the existence of such an extraordinary system as wizards, he gave up a large area of ​​his former territory without hesitation and embarked on the path of seeking power.

Because William knew very well that even if he had no power, he would be just like a sand sculpture on the seaside, even if he had no power.

"The front wave dies, and the back wave picks it up? So is this guard going to find the successor of Haasmar XI?" William's interest is still in the middle-aged male guard, "but why is his heart broken?"

There was a strong curiosity in William's heart, and when his thoughts moved, the person disappeared.

There is only a big and round moon hanging high above the sky, quietly shining cold light on the earth.

In Greek mythology, Artemis, the twin sister of the sun **** Apollo, is the **** of the moon and the goddess of hunting. He is also the mistress of the wild beasts and the lord of the wilderness, one of the twelve gods of Olympus.

The priesthood is vast and the authority is amazing.

It's just that the original Lord of Light overturned the old **** seat, is the moon **** still there?

Where is the sun **** Apollo?

Where is Zeus the **** king?

Also, who is the Lord of Light and where does it come from?

These thoughts flashed through William's mind, and disappeared as his voice disappeared.

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A brightly lit blacksmith shop in the south of Salzburg.

The middle-aged man guard stayed here. After tying the horses, he squeezed in from the gate of the blacksmith shop, which was narrower and shorter than the conventional gate, and saw a middle-aged man guard who was only half the height of the middle-aged man and had a thick beard like a forest. Dwarf man.

The dwarf man was drunk and drunk. With a strong right hand holding a big hammer that was not commensurate with his height, he hammered a fiery red sword embryo one by one~www.ltnovel.com~Kalas! "The middle-aged guard man's voice is low and authentic.

"Henry, it's so late, why do you have time to take care of my blacksmith shop? Is there something new for me to build your Royal Highness? Haha, the entire Salzburg is only my craftsmanship Satisfy all kinds of weird hobbies of your prince!" The dwarf man squinted his eyes and glanced at the middle-aged man's guard, while continuing to hit the iron, he said loudly.

Although he is short, his voice is loud and loud, as dull as the sound of drumming.

"It's not the request of the prince! It's me!" The middle-aged man guard Henry took a step forward, leaned forward, and stared at the dwarf blacksmith Karas.

Henry once heard his erudite prince say that Karas is likely to have the blood of some strange races in the ancient times, so he has an innate talent for ironing.

In Salzburg, there is no better blacksmith than him.

As long as you can tell, he can help you build it.

Of course, the price has never been polite.

"You? This is really rare! Well, seeing that your prince earned so many gold coins for me and bought a lot of spirits, I can give you a friendly price! Let's talk, what do you want, sword Or a spear? Or a dagger? Or something else." Karas put the hammered sword embryo in the cold water, alternating hot and cold, suddenly there was a sizzling sound, and a white mist appeared.

"Neither! Karas, I ask you to help me build iron hoops! Three iron hoops!" Henry said very seriously.

"Three iron hoops? Hahaha, Henry, it's not that I said, you only have two heads on your body, how do you use three iron hoops? If you use it at the back, it should be an iron cover, you nobles, there are so many tricks! Karas laughed.