Twenty Sided Dice

In the middle of the night, Kaibu Town, who had fallen asleep, was suddenly awakened, and two long dragons composed of torches stuck their heads out from the direction of the castle, extending all the way to the south to guard the castle. Wearing breastplates, cloaks and shields bearing the lord's insignia, Guardsmen slammed their fists on the door panels. Jagger the dwarf shouted from inside the door: "Come, come, I'll open the door right now". The leading soldier waved his hand and let the long dragon of torches surround the entire hotel.

The dwarf was wearing pajamas, with a wide and ridiculous peaked nightcap on his head, and an oil lamp in his hand: "My lord, what can I do for you?"

"Are the five from the north still there?"

"Of course, they are still resting in the room and have not left." The dwarf opened the door and let the guards file in: "They are in the third and fourth rooms on the right side of the second floor stairs."

"Your service is very good. His Royal Highness is very satisfied. The comrades in the Unity Association thank you for your dedication." When the soldier spoke, he kept his hand on the hilt of the sword and glanced at the lobby on the first floor. "Reporting them is a very wise choice. Their leader, the white-haired Jay was just arrested for attacking the Lord."

"I knew they were not good things." The dwarf nodded: "I can smell the stench on their bodies, it's the smell of robbers who are selfish and have no ideals. Is the lord safe and sound?"

"The lord led the Unity Association to defeat the enemy, and the villains have been imprisoned and will be tried soon." The soldier said: "Because you have made a good report and have drawn a clear line with those villains, you can continue to manage the South China Sea. Watch the castle, as one of the strong bulwarks of the Solidarity."

"It is my pleasure," said Jagger the dwarf.

There was a thumping sound from upstairs. After a while two soldiers ran down the stairs. "Lord Viscount. The room is empty, there is no one, and none of their belongings."

"What?" The captain turned his attention to the dwarf, who waved his hand quickly, looking more surprised than anyone else: "Impossible, they fell asleep in the room, I checked when I brought them hot water, they have nowhere to go run away?"

"Look under the window. Are there any footprints!"

After a while, the soldiers reported one after another, but no footprints were found around the hotel. The five people seemed to disappear out of thin air with a puff, and no one knew where they went. Even if the guards brought the hounds, they could only smell the kitchen sausages, but not the priest, the dwarf, and the girls. Only Jagger stumbled across a note when he was doing an inventory of the storage room.

"I'll take your three rabbits and give you money when I come back - Sol."

"Search! Mobilize all Solidarity members, be sure to find them!"

Yao En and the others would not sit still. Siegel's subpoena warned them and made the plan work. Siegel trusted his peers and friends. But don't put all your hopes on others. As he talks to Reese, he leads him to give more inside story. While continuing to observe the magic scroll in front of Xu.

"Can you get me some water, Mage Reese." Siegel shook the chain, almost making Reese's writing miss a crucial line—what a pity, thought Siegel, what a mistake. "I've been parched for a long time. Wasn't I one of your arrangements to die of thirst?"

Reese carefully inserted the quill back into the inkwell and stood up. I went to observe the preparation of the medicine first, and then brought a skin bag. When opened, the scent of ale was exuded from the inside. Siegel gulped, like it was the last time he could taste the liquid.

"Don't worry, you still have a lot of time." Reese said: "I will give you food and drink to keep your body in the best condition to complete the task of the template, but you don't need to be very awake. Sanity, I should prepare some sleeping grass for you."

"If I take Sleeping Grass, how can I point out the insufficiency of spells for you?" Siegel chuckled. "So far, I have found three areas that can be improved, and five are not far away."

Reese pinched his cheek, stared into his eyes, and said viciously, "Don't try to lie to me, you bastard. How can you easily see through my magic?"

"I don't need to see through it, I just point out the shortcomings. There is a difference between the two." Siegel's eyes were full of smiles: "It's your own business to improve your spells, so that you can get the highest honor and surpass those Smart mages."

"That's a matter of time!"

"So please show me the next scroll, so I can get five." Siegel looked confident, but Reese was stunned.

He was skeptical, but still opened the scroll to show him, then returned to his seat and continued to draw the magic circle. Every now and then, Reese looked up to see the prisoner's expression, guessing what was going on in his head. The result was an error in drawing the runes, and the magic scroll had to be recreated.

This bought Siegel another time.

The wound inflicted by the obsidian dagger on the back continued to feel sore and itchy. The wound is trying to heal because of the medicine to stop the bleeding. Siegel's physical resilience is much higher than that of ordinary humans. For more than half a day, there were only shallow scars left in the places where Reese stabbed with a knife, and only the knife wound on his back had not progressed.

Looking at the scroll in front of him, Siegel paid attention to the situation on Reese's side from the corner of his eye. Once he found Reese focused on the work in front of him and ignoring him, he began to twist the muscles in his shoulders and back, rubbing the dagger to make it move slowly. Since the dagger is so sharp, every rubbing creates a new wound. Blood soaked the black handle again and again, and new wounds continued to extend downward. The hilt of the knife, which originally pointed to the sky, began to sag under Siegel's efforts. Perhaps after efforts, it would slide down from the wound, freeing Siegel from the seal of the forbidden magic.

Reese sometimes came to check on Siegel's health, and this was the most dangerous time. Siegel needed to distract him from seeing the change in the dagger behind him.

It's best to give some insight about magic, especially with regards to the Clay Soldier spells. Siegel himself is a master at making elemental warriors, so he always asks the right questions. Both can show that they have a certain level. Just enough to scratch Reese's itch. Allow him to proudly display his profound knowledge of magic. Siegel is a strong mage, but also the kind of student the teacher likes most when he wants to.

The minutes passed, and Reese had no intention of resting at all, and Siegel hurry up. His back was already smeared with blood, and he had no choice but to suspend his actions for fear of the blood dripping onto the ground and attracting Reese's attention until everything solidified.

Getting stabbed with a knife hurts. It is more uncomfortable to have a knife in the body, but the most unbearable thing is to keep cutting my own flesh. Siegel created new wounds at least five hundred times by twisting his muscles. It's tiny each time, but doesn't diminish the pain level at all.

He is very tired now, but he is holding on to his spirits. The constant blood loss, no food, and just a few sips of ale also aggravated the level of fatigue. Reese stood up at this point, his magic scroll was finally finished, and the potion was almost ready.

He also needs to buy time, preferably Reese to rest. This will give you the chance to be alone for a few hours. "Why do you need a warrior template?" Siegel asked. "Can't the assassins of the Murder God be a template? They are better at dodging and fighting than castle warriors, and they don't need armor."

"You're better as a template than those assassins," Reese replied.

"What if it wasn't for me? Are you just watching that idiot use a rigid castle instructor as a template. Using that inferior martial arts to limit the ability of the clay warriors? I think there is a problem here."

"I admire your power of observation," Rees said. "I've always had this idea. Even if I don't need the assassins on the mission, it's better to leave the wounded to me. They were all transported away and brought to training. And the place to recuperate, slipped through my fingers. What a pity, what a good experimental material!"

A place to train and recuperate, what is that? After Siegel heard this sentence, his mind seemed to be suddenly lighted up, and countless new ideas were quickly generated. Perhaps Janet was taken away from among these people, and the moment the idea occurred, it was like a tree taking root and standing firmly in the soil of thinking. It must be the case. The first thing Janet does when she wakes up is to pretend to be a wounded person to observe and adapt to the new environment, which is also what she is best at: camouflage. This explanation is the most plausible and most in line with Siegel's wishes.

But how can further information be obtained? Asking directly is sure to be alarming, there's only one way to do it.

"It's not to blame other people, it's just because your spells are not good enough. If you could have used the clay template technique from other races, you could have caught some elves. They have lived for thousands of years, and their martial skills are more suitable for making clay. Soldiers. If that's the case, when they attack the Elf Forest, they will bring back a large group of test materials, not the wounded."

"Although you're right, I don't like you being so smart." Reese raised his hand and slapped Siegel's mouth with a slap, but the person who was beaten laughed inwardly. "Those low-numbered guys want to cultivate slowly, it's a waste of time, how can my clay warriors take shape so fast!"

"Yes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But if you don't improve, the clay warrior will never be able to beat the elemental cluster." Siegel licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, his teeth were shaking from the beating just now. It seems that Reese's patience is about to reach its limit. The biggest possibility is that fatigue has led to a decline in emotional control. After all, he is older, and Siegel is better physically than him even if he is injured.

"I think you can come up with better suggestions after a template test." Reese yawned as soon as he finished speaking. He tugged at Siegel's chains, still tightly bound, and then he prepared to take a look at the obsidian dagger.

"Actually, I have already thought of six areas that can be improved, why don't we talk about it now?" Siegel said quickly, stopping Reese's footsteps with these words. "Speak early, you can also fulfill the bet and let me go, can't you?"

Reese laughed twice, backed away from Siegel, twitched the candle with his fingers, and said, "Don't worry about the template, wouldn't it be better for you to tell me more personal feelings after a round of spells."

He turned to leave and walked to the lounge. To be continued.

ps: countdown 1.

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