Chapter 226: Changing with each passing day
Paladin, who hurriedly left, naturally didn't know that when night fell, Anthony, whose face was filled with grief, was already standing next to the dead bodies of Long Aotian and Aina. !. "Boss, why did you die like this?" Looking at Long Aotian who was separated, Anthony muttered to himself in pain, and fell to his knees helplessly, wanting to bury this good friend's body. It's not like he never thought about revenge.
But he also witnessed the gap between the enemy and ourselves. It is no exaggeration to say that even if Dong's father led all the magic swordsmen in the continent to attack the Night Owl Society, he would only end up becoming an undead. The existence of that white-faced man was beyond Anthony's knowledge and imagination. Just as the very frustrated Anthony was lifting Long Aotian's body, an iron tool fell out of Long Aotian's clothes.
Anthony looked down subconsciously and suddenly discovered that it was a rusty gun head. When he was wondering why Long Aotian had a broken gun head, he subconsciously reached out to grab it. Unexpectedly, the hand with an injured palm and blood stains on it was holding the head of the gun. The gun head suddenly erupted with a dazzling white light! White light flashed past, and Anthony, who was startled, discovered that the originally rusty gun tip now showed a brand-new luster. On the head of the gun, there are crooked words written in the ancient language that has been abandoned by the mainland: "Longinus."
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A month later, Henry received an urgent message from the director of Oaksville. After learning about the serious situation in which all the executors of the Inquisition were almost wiped out, he made a bold decision to protect the Holy See and test the courage of the Night Owl Society. That is to declare to the outside world that the evil Night Owl Society has been brought to justice, and the evil dark wizard has also been tried. Oxwell even dragged a prisoner to be burned at the stake, disguised as a dark wizard. The burning was carried out in front of common people and nobles. After quickly learning the news, Paladin just smiled contemptuously.
In the morning not long after, the Night Owl Club bathed in sunlight was different from the past. In the center of the lake is still the tall and gloomy mage tower. But the lakeside has completely changed. -The numerous buildings and three or four mage towers standing nearby completely surrounded the lake. There are also construction sites outside with hand-held axes cutting down trees to make way for new land to build houses.
People walking on the street are all wearing the night owl society's iconic blood-red robes. He simply didn't go out on a mission. Dark wizards do not need to wear silver masks in the Night Owls. Night owls will gradually grow in strength, from being rare to being cursed by blood and turning into a werewolf. There are also some murderers and desperadoes who don't know magic but have a hand in human lives. The former is a real senior member, but the latter is not even qualified to wear a silver mask or robe.
He also made a rule that he could not leave the Night Owl Club without permission. certainly. This is Rodrian's fantastic idea. After all, the construction of the Night Owl Club with great potential cannot always be left to the noble Ulysses. Some energetic big men are doing odd jobs, cleaning up the trash or something is still needed. These murderers are naturally happy.
Night Owl will not be as rigid as expected. The dark wizard who was originally thought to be rigid and unsmiling was unexpectedly cheerful and talkative. Although this place is not big, it has everything they want. Women, wine. Gold coins, food and security. And once you are noticed by that noble dark wizard and accepted as an apprentice to learn magic, you will reach the sky in one step!
Manpower is the most valuable resource of the Night Owl Club now. Rodrian fully realized this. And implement it. The gold coins that dark wizards don't value are exactly what these murderers are most passionate about and pursue. These ordinary people must find a job in the Night Owl Club. If there is still no work for another three days. Then their only fate is naturally to become the experimental subjects used by a certain dark wizard to study black magic.
So at this moment, the blacksmith Turfu was holding his hands on his hips. While smoking a good cigarette holder. At the same time, he ordered the murderers to forge iron tools and add firewood to the stove. Murderers love working here.
Although I am a little tired, as long as my blacksmithing skills are good, I can be treated well by the dwarves. You can even get a salary of one gold coin per day! Oh my god, a gold coin! These murderers swear that they can count on their fingers the number of times they have seen gold coins in their lives!
certainly. It's also good to follow Demon Swordsman Clark and Black Knight. There is no need for wages, but you can learn life-saving martial arts from these real warriors. As the only undead magister Ulysses walking in front of people. Murderers dare not reach high. But a few days ago, a child who killed his parents escaped here. Being accepted as an apprentice by Ulysses still made these big men jealous.
Blake is good at voodoo spells. Everyone stayed away. The experiments this guy usually does are either disgusting or more disgusting. They are afraid to avoid it. Blood Mage Ivan doesn't need assistants at all, all he wants is a living creature. What is needed is blood that will flow. The murderers had no intention of selling their blood. Although Demon Priest Dolim is good, this guy's pursuit of gold coins is the same as theirs, and the wages he receives can even be split into copper coins!
In comparison, the previous dark wizards were nothing. What they were most afraid of was Natasha, the Red Viper. Indeed, when they first saw such a beauty, the lawless murderers were all very greedy. However, after the tragic encounter, the five companions who came together became dementia and were sent to Ivan to become experimental subjects. These people fully understood why this beauty was called the Red Viper. It looks so vivid when paired with the robe of the Night Owl Society!
However, what everyone discussed the most in private was the recent arrival of several senior members. The Dark Magician Sisak, the Shadow of Death Du Lala, the evil old alchemist Versailles, and the northern barbarian who is as tall as four meters and as majestic as a giant, claims to be the big man who can tear apart the tyrant Modo. .
At this moment, Rodrian, who is called the vice-president and acts like a butler, is walking the streets with these four people, touring this rather large Night Owl Club. Explain the rules and taboos one by one.
"Four of you, please come and take a look. This is our Ivan. A very rare blood mage." Rodrian walked on the stone floor moistened by the humid air. He turned his fat body and waved his hand to the oncoming man. Ivan introduced him. At a glance, these four people were all kinds of weird. An ugly old man wearing a shabby black robe with his back bent. Carrying a large frame on his back. You can see that it is filled with bottles, cans, and various pharmaceutical formulas.
I think he is the Dark Alchemist Versailles.
When Versailles heard Rodrian's introduction, he immediately looked at Ivan, turned his head curiously and said to a very aristocratic man next to him: "Sisak, take a look. You were betting on blood before. Magic is extinct. Isn't this just one?"
The very elegant Dark Energy Magician Sisak glanced at the silent Ivan, frowned and brushed away the brown hair that fell on his forehead, and said quibly: "Are you the one? Before I saw real blood magic, That bet doesn’t count.”
"You are still claiming to be a noble. You don't even talk about the most basic credibility. It seems that your noble status is nothing more than that." The female elf with light green hair and a proud and beautiful figure immediately stood next to her. He sneered disdainfully. Looking at the elegant leather coat and the dagger inserted in the belt of her legs, I thought she was the shadow of death Du Lala.
"When did I lose credibility? When did I talk about my identity? You have to know that I am a noble noble!" Sisak immediately blushed and started to quibble, still reiterating that he was a noble. identity. Looking at Du Lala who didn't care, it was obvious that the two of them had a lot of quarrels along the way.
But one side is enough to reach the big Modo on the second floor balcony. At this moment, he touched his brown beard on his chin, which was as big as a quilt. Looking down at the bald head of Ivan in front of him, he asked angrily with a strange sound: "That fat man, why does this blood mage have a bald head? In my hometown, this is a serious sin of betraying our ancestors."
Rodrian immediately ignored Modo's title, glanced at the calm Ivan nervously, laughed and said, "Don't mind, Master Ivan was born with a disability and cannot speak, but according to the Blood Mage lineage, all It’s a tradition that you have to shave your hair.” To be continued. .