Chapter 957
My Empire Chapter 957
2020-11-03
Chapter 957 959 Turning a blind eyeEveryone may tap the blackboard with a blackboard eraser when the teacher is in class, so that the students below Keep quiet memory.
The anxious, hysterical shouting made the teacher on the podium no longer elegant, and also made the atmosphere of the whole class full of opposition and disharmony.
At this moment, Alves' state is going to be much more elegant. He just stood there and said a threatening sentence to Herman in a not high-pitched tone.
He seemed to be talking about an insignificant little thing, but this little thing, to Herman's ears, was definitely not a trivial thing.
In the next second, I felt that my hair stood on end, as if Herman was being watched by a Great Desolate Giant Beast. He immediately patted the table instinctively and shouted at the top of his voice. He said, "Shut up!"
Obviously, the effect of a student representative shouting to shut up in class is obviously more lethal than the teacher's shouting.
No matter whether he is usually the school bully or not, how much prestige he has in the class. Everyone would stop in a daze and look at the classmate who was shouting at the top of his throat, as if looking at a fool.
And at this time, Herman's cry was this feeling. Everyone stopped chattering and looked at Herman dumbly, wondering why he bothered everyone to vent their dissatisfaction.
He was also very embarrassed, he could only stand there, enjoying the gazes of so many people, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
After all, he just reacted subconsciously in a panic. Now that he calms down, he doesn't know if Alves is just intimidating him or if he is really coming.
"You think I'm joking with you? I have a lot of work to do every day, more than you can imagine." Alves said impatiently, his tone full of condescension smell.
This may be the way he normally talks to his subordinates, the attitude a magician should have.
Although magician no longer continues to be above mortals, any powerhouse with powerful power will have a bit of pride in its own blood.
Even in the Earth civilization, a Demi-God demigod who can live for hundreds of years and master some spells will have a little sense of superiority when facing an ordinary person Is not it?
Perhaps, this familiar tone made Herman feel so familiar. He shivered a little, then bent down subconsciously, making a submissive look.
At this time, Herman, a sloppy aristocrat, finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from.
When the demons invaded before, those demon commanders talked to him like this, and he could only do this kind of submissive action to save his own life.
He betrayed those nobles who were unwilling to surrender, and sacrificed the flesh and blood of many commoners. Only then did he keep his high position and great wealth, and only then did he have today's status and glory.
And before his ancestors, the gene of condescension towards magician was also buried deep in his body, which made him involuntarily show servility and look so wretched.
"You, what did you just say..." In the end, Herman decided to try it out to see if he could find his place.
Although he is somewhat guilty, he still knows some of the laws of the Alanhill Empire. He knows that his status is the same as the magician in front of him. Magic to burn a mortal to death.
In other words, even if the other party wants to do something, it will not be so reckless. Everyone can sit down and have a good talk, talk about things like interests, and give each other a step.
It's a pity that he still underestimated the determination of the Alanhill Empire to control the southern region, and the pride of a magician who has held a high position for a long time.
"I don't have time to play with you guys, so I'm going to solve the problem now." Alves said, motioning to a guard who had been standing behind him, and took the paper he had prepared. and pen on the table.
"Write down where you hide your gold coins, and leave the way to contact the private army..." He said, pushing the paper to the middle of the table with his hand, and ordered : "If you don't write it, don't blame me for being rude!"
"You're welcome? What can you do if you're welcome?" When the atmosphere suddenly became quiet, Fiercely patted the table and asked loudly.
This noble is really fearless, because he also thinks that Alves looks strong, but in fact he doesn't dare to do anything excessive to them!
But, unfortunately, he was wrong. In this place, the price of being wrong is to pay with your own life.
Just as he was about to continue roaring at Alves arrogantly, he felt his mouth suddenly dry up.
As if he was in the desert, he felt very thirsty, and his whole tongue felt like a salted fish being exposed to the sun.
He felt that his mouth had lost consciousness, so he grabbed the wooden water glass in front of him, poured the boiling water that he had disliked as being not clean enough, and poured it into his mouth in one breath.
Because of the excessive movement and the reason that his hands were not very good, some water even poured onto his face, sliding down his cheeks and onto his stout neck, and then along his face. around his neck and poured into his expensive hand-sewn clothes.
When a whole glass of cold water was poured into his mouth, the fat nobleman found that his mouth still felt dry. He grabbed the other man's water glass and poured it into his own mouth again.
It's a pity that when he was doing all this, his whole body was a little dazed, so his movements had begun to deform, and the whole glass of water was poured on his face.
"What... did you do to me?" He questioned Alves vaguely, because he saw behind him, a huge magic array was flashing a strange light.
At this moment, he no longer cares about his own image, and no longer has the courage to be arrogant. He struggled to grab another water glass and poured it on his face desperately.
"What did you do to him?" Herman recalled at this time that his ancestors feared magician. It was a kind of reverence for the gods, a kind of visceral fear.
In this world not only demons can kill a person with no difficulty, so can magicians.
After Herman questioned, he found that Alves didn't mean to answer his question at all, so he quickly turned his head and looked towards the plump aristocrat on the other side.
Of course he knows each other. This fatty is his loyal follower. The two have a very good personal relationship, and of course they are also very similar in character. They are all ruthless for wealth by fair means or foul, and "grandai" of stingy.
However, when he looked towards the familiar fatty, he found that the other person's body was already a whole circle thinner than what he was familiar with before.
The huge, fat body, for some reason, is collapsing little by little, as if the grease inside was "fried" in a frying pan.
Of course, the reason for this description is because Herman really saw the white, meaty smoke emanating from the familiar fatty aristocrat.
"Water...help, help! Water, give me water..." This fatty didn't know whether it was a flashback or an extraordinary performance. He jumped up and climbed onto the table, grabbing one glass after another He poured the water on his face recklessly.
It's a pity that he poured cups and cups of water, but it still failed to alleviate the disaster he was encountering. Soon, black smoke came out of his mouth, and the fat and ugly face was twisted and deformed, blushing, and then burned through by the tumbling flames inside.
He was ignited alive by the flames in his body. No matter how he struggled and rolled, the flames still devoured his body, roasting his internal organs and his fat into bursts. Array of fragrance.
This may be a crueler way of dying. Under the watchful eyes of the public, a person who is alive and kicking is roasted into a shriveled corpse.
Looking at the fatty that might have weighed 300 kilograms, but now turned into a mummy-like mummy, Herman suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing behind him, scaring him all over. Stiffened a bit.
"Ouch..." When Fatty's mummified corpse was finally paralyzed on the table and stopped moving, a young noble finally couldn't bear it anymore and bowed his head and retched.
Because he disliked that not-so-sophisticated breakfast, he hasn't eaten anything yet. As a result, there was nothing to vomit in his stomach, so he could only retching some stomach acid to come out.
The sound of his vomiting echoed in the quiet room. Princess Jessica frowned, who had closed her eyes long ago, said that next time not to do this, she turned around and left her seat and walked out. barracks.
Alves bowed slightly to send the imperial concubine away, then turned around, looked at the complexion pale old nobles and old bureaucrats, and asked, "Now, the problem is simple. , are you ready to die?"
"Squeak..." With a sudden rubbing sound, Herman pulled the chair beside him and sat back to the table.
Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed a piece of white paper in the distance, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the location of his possessions as quickly as possible.
Because his fingers were trembling all the time, he made frequent mistakes, and from time to time he wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead with his hands. But he never stopped, didn't dare to neglect even a second.
"Squeak... Squeak..." After a brief period of stunned, everyone pulled the chairs beside them, snatched the white paper on the table, and faced the one in the middle of the table that was baked alive. The corpse of the mummified companion turned a blind eye.
(end of this chapter)