Law of the Devil

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(The last one arrives! 16,000 words complete!

Chapter 241 [Situation Reversal]

Hussein frowned: “So the Northwest Army can't handle it? ”

Dewey laughed, “The Northwest Army has to deal with it, but wants to kill more than 200,000 Northwest Army? That's impossible. This man, Lugo, cannot die now... at least wait for me to nail my own nail in the Northwest Army..."

He walked up to the window and said, "It must be messy! But when things get messy, when things get messy, how do we get the benefit of it? That's the key question. At least now, I hope to have another stabilization time of about three years in the Northwest, and I need three years to grow my strength! By then, even if it's a mess, I'll have the power to take care of everything. But now... no! ”

Hussein was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Let's not talk about this. How did you break that black gold iron bow at the banquet? I can't see what you're doing! That black gold iron bow is very tough, even if it was me, I would have to pull him off, I couldn't do it without fighting! How did you...”

Dewey smiled and suddenly turned around, walking to Hussein's side and pulling out Hussein's sword.

This is a stainless steel sword. Dewey gently played the blade blade, made a crisp sound, and then reached up and stroked it for a while. "Watch! ”

After that, he deliberately held the blade handle and took a step back, shaking his wrist with the blade handle!

Buzzing, he immediately took the blade and made a dozen cuts, the inch broken sword fell on the ground, and only one blade handle remained in Dewey's hand!

Hussein changed color: “When did you... when did your martial arts get to this point? ”

Dwihaha laughed: “You didn't even see it. It seems that my ability to do this is not in vain! ”

After that, he threw away the handle of his sword and extended his palm open, revealing a small, black crystal in his palm.

“I just recently formulated this thing, and I call it 'Rotten Iron Crystal’. Well, the name is a little ugly, but it's useful!” Dewey hips and laughs: “I didn't make the recipe for this stuff, but when I was in Didu, Erik Mage taught me, that old guy was crazy enough, and you know those flying brooms, he came up with them. This rotten iron thing, it's a recipe he wrote, and with a magic crystal, he added some special extracted magic medicine, and finally synthesized this thing. Don't underestimate it... as long as I hold it in my hand and quietly touch it back and forth on anything metal, I can quietly inject a little bit of magic and trigger this crystal reaction, it absorbs the elements in the metal matter it comes into contact with! ”

Dewey then explained: "According to Master Eriko's research, For example, a rock contains a lot of earth elements. The denser the earth element, the harder the stone becomes! And the metal, he said, contained an iron element, which, if sucked away, would become decaying and fragile and could be broken as soon as it was gently broken. ”

He lifted his hand and laughed: “I just clasped this thing in my palm and deliberately touched it back and forth on that black gold iron bow. I said something not salty in my mouth and deliberately dragged it for a while so that the crystal could suck the iron inside. Then, what black gold iron tire, it broke as soon as I pulled it! ”

Hussein stared into his eyes: "This stuff is amazing! With this kind of thing, what other weapons in the world can work right in front of you? ”

Dewey sighed and suddenly laughed bitterly: “It's amazing, too. This thing looks amazing, but it's also a gorgeous thing. It has two weaknesses, the first is that it takes time… it wouldn't be useful if I hadn't deliberately prolonged the time just now! You know, if they cut each other's swords when they're really shooting, where do I get a chance to stop and touch each other's blades a few times? A sword has already cut me to death! And second of all… this is what inherited all the inventions of Master Eriko: Expensive! Not just expensive!! Formulating such a small piece cost me hundreds of thousands of gold coins of magic drugs and materials!! ”

Hussein took a closer look in his hand and sighed: “In this way, it really doesn't seem very useful. It's scary from time to time. In action, it amounts to waste. ”

“Huh.” Dewey put this thing away and laughed: “And only inject magic, if you don't inject magic, even if you put it next to something metal for a year, it's useless. ”

But after a pause, Dewey laughed: “When this thing came out, it was clearly written in the recipe that Elliot gave me, not something to destroy someone else's weapon… On the contrary, this genius was trying to create one of the world's most sturdy metals! Trying to create the toughest metal and create the toughest and sharpest weapon! But he couldn't figure out how to come up with the most sturdy material... so he finally came up with this one thing. ”

“This thing is used exclusively to suck ‘iron elements’," said Dewey, "but if you wait for such a small piece, the more you suck, the harder it becomes in itself! Think about it... if I had a piece like this and sucked a thousand and eight hundred divine weapons, how much iron would I have to suck in it? Is there anything stronger in the world than a little crystal like mine? ”

Hussein, this is the color change!

But Dewey looked at Hussein's expression and laughed: "Don't be too busy stunned… I can tell you that this invention by the old lunatic Master Eriko is a failure! Trying to suck iron out of other metals with this thing and make it harder and harder on itself... I'm telling you, it's delusional!” Dewey finished, smiling bitterly: “You know, after I got this little piece out, I hid in Gilliant City, I didn't know how many swords I had sucked, and finally I got the iron blocks of a house... I finally found this thing wasn't too hard, I took the sword and chopped it down a few times, or I chopped off a few pieces. Rationally, I was disappointed that it didn't add much hardness to itself after sucking so much metal. If you want to wait for it to harden, I'm afraid... hum. Now, it seems that it's okay to take this thing out and scare people, trying to make it the toughest thing in the world, but it's still a long way off. ”

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At night, Dewey ordered the courtyard door to be closed, but you can still hear the cavalry of the Northwest Army running from time to time outside, and it looks like a search is still underway throughout the city.

Lugo lost a lot of face in front of himself today. The fact that he was stabbed in front of himself, such a thing, probably annoys this Shorty General.

Rugau gave Dewey a sizeable house with a few indoors and outdoors and more than 200 people living in Dewey.

Dewey and Hussein talked about the middle of the night, which led them back to the bedroom to rest, but just walked into the bedroom door, Dewey suddenly stood, frowned and looked in the bedroom...

This bedroom is not too small, after all, it is a militarized city and is quite simple to set up without much luxury. In fact, Lugo was going to send some female slaves to Dewey to serve him, but the assassination was messed up and probably forgotten.

However, what makes Dewey frown is not the rudimentary setting in this room... but...

With a sharp, bright silver shuttle under his throat, Dewey sighed: “Why? You want to hide from me, just hide, this house is so big, you can find a stable, in a pile of grass, lay down for a few days, no one will find my house..."

In the darkness next to her, a worried person slowly revealed himself to the extreme point, took a short, tight coat, and made her proud breasts more prominent and attractive, especially the winging barbaric waist, at this moment close to the edge, it seemed more authentic to see far away from the banquet than during the day...

Damn, it's thin enough! Dewey sighed in the heart.

The woman stepped out in the shadow, holding the silver shuttle in her hand, just against Dewey's throat, suddenly with a delicate and weak voice, she lowered her voice: “Don't make a sound... come in and shut the door! ”

Dewey sighed, without a slightly frightened look on her face, walked in step by step and closed the door with her opposite hand.

“You… sit down! ”

The woman, though wearing a gold mask on her face, sounded very young from the sound. Dewey sighed and found herself a chair to sit down, and the girl stuck close to him, holding the silver shuttle in her hand at all times not leaving Dewey's throat.

“Why bitter?” Dewey laughed and whispered, “Assassination is a skilled job. If you can't hit me, you should run away from me, but you come here to piss me off... are you so sure? Do you know who I am? ”

“You are the Duke of Tulip!” The woman's voice breathed a little, and Dewey frowned: “Are you hurt? ”

The woman was shaking slightly and she wore very little. A little coat on the upper body can barely cover the chest, while the next short skirt is just like the little hot pants Dewey had seen in his previous life.

“Not many questions!” The woman slowly took two steps back and sat next to Dewey, still holding the silver shuttle in her hand against Dewey's throat: “I know who you are, you are the Duke of Tulip. The whole northwest, you're the only one who can fight Lugo! ”

“So what?” Dewey rolled his eyes: “You want me to help you? ”

“I want you to take me out of town! ”

Dewey laughed deliberately: "Are you kidding me? If you move, your body can become sand and disappear... so magical, you can use it again! ”

“I... can't use my spell much, and... it's not what you think!” This hot-bodied woman laughed bitterly: “The one you see during the day is the one I made out of spell, I just made out a fake to stab, but I can't use my spell to turn my own true body out of the city. Do you understand?”

Dewey was still laughing: "So what is it now? Is that a threat?” He looked at this woman with mercy: "You think you can threaten me with such a piece of shit? ”

“I have a very toxic silver shuttle.” This woman's voice is getting cold: "You may be able to avoid not being stabbed to death by me, but with a little peeling, I guarantee you, even a brilliant magician, will not escape the power of this poison. ”

Dewey smiled happily: "Oh? And this poison? ”

He suddenly drowned his head, deliberately approaching the silver shuttle and sniffing, shook his head: “Huh, that's good. The scent of the pollen of the gorgeous flower masks the pungent smell of the hazelnut... Ah, yes, there's also a little powder of flaxseed mushrooms in it, right? Well, it's very powerful, you're right, a little peeling can kill me... stop talking about me, even a horse can kill me. ”

This woman was struck by Dewey's words, and although she was wearing a mask, her eyes were filled with incredible eyes: "You... can you smell it? ”

Dewey smiled proudly and glanced at the girl: "Hmm, how old are you? You must be mature... but your voice is very soft. How big are you? Sixteen? I told you, I was already studying pharmacology when you were still wearing crotch pants. ”

This woman couldn't help but be angry: “Nonsense... how old are you! ”

Dewey smiled and didn't speak. He started studying all kinds of pharmacology books when he was three years old, so that when he said he was studying pharmacology, he was still wearing crotch pants, which was no big deal.

“Nonsense, do you promise or not? ”

Dewey felt a tighter silver shuttle under his neck, his mouth leaning aside, deliberately with an uncovered gaze, weighed the assassin up and down, especially the unscrupulous gaze, and deliberately stayed on the proud chest and small waist of the other party for a long time.

The assassin was used to being so measured by men, but Dewey's strange gaze made her feel a little uncomfortable, as if standing naked in front of each other's eyes. I couldn't help twisting and changing a posture: "What are you... looking at! ”

“Let me tell you something.” Dewey sighed, and he stretched out three fingers: “First, I was never threatened! If you don't threaten me, but kneel down and beg me... or if you take off your clothes and seduce me with a beauty plot, maybe I'll even say yes to your request. After all, I see a lot of women, but a good figure like you is rare. Second, doing the wrong thing is forgivable, but unforgivable is‘ stupidity ', which happens to me to be the latter. They say women are brainless, I think you really fit the word! You do have big tits, but your brain does look stupid! As for the third point... do you think that if I could easily be held up by you, I would still be the Duke of Tulips? ”

This woman was angry as if she was stuck in her tongue. Dewey sighed and looked at the ceiling, smiling slowly: "Hey, I'm talking about Semel, he's about to kill me! You know, if I die, it's like you're dead. You're not gonna do it, are you? ”

As soon as the voice went down, the assassin felt the numbness in her hand, a crisp motion, the silver shuttle originally under Dewey's neck had flown out into the sky, snatched a sound, nailed to the ceiling!

Dewey patted her sleeve and stood up lightly, looking at the assassin in front of her, shook her head: “I really doubt that an intelligence like yours would come out to stab...”

The assassin was about to jump, but suddenly felt her body softened as if she was trapped by an invisible rope.

And Dewey looked behind the female assassin, behind the female assassin, and Sameer, with her red white hair, looked at Dewey with a strange smile: "Are you scared because you know I'm here? ”

Dewey smiled and said, "You and I are linked. If I die, it will be a corpse! ”

Sameer hummed and disappeared without a trace.

“You… who are you talking to! Is there anyone else here?” The assassin was completely immobile, she couldn't help but shock her voice, and she couldn't even see Sameer or hear him. Just watching Dewey joke about the air behind her, trying to look back, but where is half the person?

“Stop struggling.” Dewey laughed: “Being tied up by an intermediate restraint technique, even I wouldn't necessarily be able to break free. ”

Then Dewey leaned against the chair and looked at the assassin, smiling slowly: "Now, let me ask you a question... remember, don't lie! I'm a magician. You're telling the truth. I can see through it! If your answer satisfies me, I can consider forgiving you, otherwise..."

A malicious smile appeared on Dewey's face: "You tell a lie and I'll take one of your clothes off! You say it twice, I'll take it off!” He looked back and forth at the girl with no hesitation: “You don't wear many clothes! ”

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