Abe the Wizard

“It's finally over!” Dalle's fat face took a long sigh of relief, and the feeling that he had just been watched by more than a hundred werewolves almost made him pee his pants. Although he had dealt with the werewolves several times, his inner fear of the werewolves had not diminished.

The wagon in Dalles is large, but not luxurious. As an ordinary businessman, he is not eligible for a luxury wagon, and today the wagon comes loaded with cargo, which at the time of departure had been replaced by a small bag of the specialties of the Orc Empire, so the compartment at this time seemed very empty.

Slightly patting the big bag around him, Dalle's fat face was filled with smiles, and he murmured with pride: "Ten years of business didn't make much money today, thank the goddess of wealth! ”

“Reese, come on, I got a reward when I get back!” So much wealth on his body made Dalle a little nervous, he shouted to the driver.

Chevris is a junior fighter and a guardian of Dahler. Today's deal is that the fewer people you know, the better, so Dahler only carries this most reassuring personal guard.

“Yes, my lord.” Reese swings the whip and pulls the horse of the carriage and starts running.

Though the horse has accelerated, Dalle is still not satisfied, but there is no way, just hatefully saying: “I'll go back and change the horse. I've had enough of this horse. ”

Reese did not answer his words, and both of them actually understood that it was impossible to buy a war horse as a Dahler, a horse dedicated to knights, which could not be bought with money, and that without a corresponding identity, even if purchased, it would be captured by a terrible aristocratic arbitral tribunal with blasphemy laws.

“When I make enough money, we go to the Principality of Thunder, where I hear you can redeem the title for your dedication, and when I become a jazz, you will be my knight.” Dalle's fat face was filled with fantasies that had come true.

Without hearing Reese's response, the carriage slowly stopped, and Dahler yelled, “Reese, how the hell did you stop the car? ”

When Dalle pushed open the carriage door and probed his head, he saw a knight standing beside the carriage, not tall in blue armor, and his guard, Reese, a junior soldier, was being held by a knight's hand around his neck, and Reese had been completely paralyzed, seemingly directly pinched.

It was Abel who was in a hurry to find out how Abel could let go of the human carriage that came out of the werewolf estate. Abel suddenly appeared next to the carriage, and Reese was about to attack, and Abel grabbed him close to the neck, just a little hard, and Reese's neck was broken.

Abel is also helpless. The power of madness has not stopped with the end of the promotion. Now daily knight training and evening knight breathing have allowed light golden fighting to flow all over the body. The light golden fighting seems to have a very strong additive effect on the body, and because of his strong mental strength, Abel can now feel the power increase every day.

I just didn't want Reese to call, and whoever wanted to just pinch it gently, pinched a junior soldier, who was in terrible shape.

Abel forgot that all he practiced was Lord Marshall, an intermediate knight. How do you compare the body of an intermediate knight to that of a junior warrior? It is that the Level 5 trainee knights are stronger than the body of the junior warrior, as can be seen from the food eaten, like Abel's daily meat is now the best piece of meat on the beast.

There is no guilt whatsoever in dumping the body of the deceased driver at random. Abel, the driver's death, has been punished with the lightest punishment, if by law, to destroy the entire family.

Reese's corpse “bang” smashed to the ground, Dalle's obese body also trembled, and his whole body of fat meat swayed, then his teeth began to fight, making a "bang" sound, his lower body wet, not scared by the werewolf piss finally scared out at this time.

Seeing this fat man's marinade, Abel is kind and funny. This businessman who can betray humans is timid as a mouse. I don't know how he can do business with werewolves.

“Please, don't kill me, I'll give you anything you want!” With a trembling voice, Dahler begged the knight, whose face was covered with a helmet, for forgiveness. Though it was not surprising that he knew what he had done was known by others to have died a thousand times, his strong desire for life made him plead unrelentingly.

“Tell me, what's your relationship with werewolves?” Abel frowned and took a step back, and the fat man in front of him smelled like crap.

“I'm just here to give food to werewolves, not to do business with them!” Dalle Zhangkou hurriedly explained.

“Doing business?” Abel found the clue he wanted directly in Dahler's statement.

“No, no, no, no business.” Due to nervousness, Dahler denied that there were successive errors in his mouth that he could normally speak of.

Abel's finger with an iron glove pointed slightly at Dahler's left arm, listening only to a "click," and Dahler's left arm bone was broken by Abel's gentle touch.

The intense pain made Dahler ready to lose his voice, but Abel's fingers had quickly appeared in front of him. The steel fingers in front of him were like the devil's hands. Dahler was scared to stop the screaming he had just wanted to drink. His whole body was sweating because of the intense pain, but Dahler still held on to the pain and dared not speak.

“My patience is limited and my temper is not good. Every time you lie, I break one bone. You have 206 bones, and you still have plenty of chances to lie.” Abel's voice is so light, it's like sitting and chatting with a friend.

But Dahler sounded like he was listening to a terrible demonic language, his whole body trembled more, he didn't know how many bones were on the human body, which was part of the noble knight's education, but he knew that every bone on his body was broken, and it would hurt less than death.

“I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth.” Dahler's psychological defense has been completely defeated by Abel, and he no longer wants to keep anything, "he said directly.“ I came to trade with the werewolves for the ancillary drugs used by the professionals, which were exchanged from the werewolves. ”

As Daller pointed at the bag that fell on the floor in the trunk, Abel held it in his hand and opened it and found that it was all the same kind of dry flower. It weighed about 20 pounds on his hand. Abel was not good at flower grass, and asked: "What is this? ”

“It's an ecstasy, and ordinary people use it to become addicted to hallucinations, but it's the main drug for most promotional drugs, and the human world produces very little.” Dahler sees no danger to his life for the time being, and he knows nothing about Abel's problems.

Abel couldn't help but vomit, “Isn't that drugs? If it weren't for the promotional drug, it would be the same as drugs in the other world. ”

“Tell me, how did you get in touch with a werewolf? Don't tell me you can get in touch.” Abel asked again.

Dahler looked at Abel with some difficulty, his eyes turned straight, and he was about to come up with something to push Abel, but then Abel's iron fingers appeared in front of him again.

“It's Prince Middleton George, Prince of Seven, and I'm his agent in Toyota City.” Dahler almost said a name in tears.

“What a son of a bitch King Spender George had!” Abel couldn't help but scold and smile at Dahler and ask, “I'm done. One last question, what are you saving your life with? ”

Daller seemed to see the hope of life, and the strong desire for survival in his heart made his eyes reveal a humble plea, saying continuously: "I hid 20,000 gold coins in the basement of Gary's Pharmacy in Toyotomi, and the pharmacy has a lot of pills in stock, I will give them to you, please let me go. ”

“The basement? Where?” Asked Abel.

“Under my bed.” Speaking of which, Dalle has discovered something wrong, Abel used a method of questioning that he saw in his previous life as a strange and unexpected interrogation, which can be seen in many films and television productions. Now, try it, it turns out that people who didn't see movies and TV were directly put out.

Daller was already dead gray at the time, and the last chips were handed over, waiting for his results to be imaginable.