The Dark King

"Donate?" Skagen couldn't help but say: "Give away for free? Are you sure?"

"Of course!" Du Di'an said seriously: "If I only lose some wealth, I can save the lives of the front-line fighters, even if only one person can be saved, why not be happy?"

Skagen stared at his eyes, but only saw firmness and sincerity. He couldn't help but silently sighed: "You are right, the steam gun is your divine art, and you have full control over how to deal with it, but you did Such things must be known to civilians, and the military department must apologize to you. They actually believe in an enemy’s lies and almost harmed an outstanding master of magic. This sin cannot be forgiven!"

Du Dian sighed: "These will wait until the war is over. It doesn't matter if the civilians know it or not. At least everyone here knows that Du Duan is not such a person. When the war is over, if I am lucky enough to survive, go to the inner wall for further study. At that time, the disturbances here will not be able to disturb me anymore. I just want to make more magic arts and change our living environment. Then be a competent knight and learn what I have learned from the career of a hunter. The power is used in the correct and bright way. As for the civilians how they think about me, just let them go. Anyway, I have a servant duty and they dare not break into my castle."

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other.

A wide-faced old man next to him shook his head and said, "If you can't say this, even if you don't have much communication with these civilians, but they are misunderstood by them, it will inevitably be troublesome to travel in the future. If you are attacked by some gangsters, you will have to lose it. It’s so big, we don’t have to propagate, but at least we should let these civilians know what you did for this war!”

"Yes, the value of a legendary divine magic is not so easy to calculate. According to me, it should be called by various consortia and military departments to publish this matter in all newspapers!"

"That's right, when you were wronged earlier, our temple was also questioned by some fools. Some people even dared to talk about our temple. Most of them are instigated by the dark church. Anyway, such evil must be remedied!"

The people said one after another.

Skagen nodded and said to Du Dean: "Everyone is right, don't think about this matter, we will help you solve it, and this matter is not just about your reputation, but also us. The reputation of all the envoys in the entire temple must not give the dark church an opportunity to spread rumors!"

Du Di'an was stunned and said apologetically: "Sorry, I want to make it simple. Since that is the case, it's up to the shrine's arrangement. However, before that, I hope that the new magic arts will be handed over to the military department as soon as possible. Let them invest in production, the sooner you can use it on the battlefield, without delay!" Speaking of which, the expression is full of seriousness.

Seeing this, Skagen nodded slightly and said, "I know, this will go to discuss with the master, and then send someone to the military."

"Thank you so much," Du Dean said.

"Where, it is our thanks to you. You said you were a trainee knight. When did this happen?" Skagen asked.

Du Di'an said: "This is the latest thing, because I saw the casualty data in the military department newspaper, I went to the knight palace to test the knight, hoping to have the opportunity to join the battlefield, fortunately the initial pass, but later learned that the military department will be strong The hunters who enlisted various consortia entered the battlefield. As long as I knew that, I wouldn’t have to test the title of knight, just enter the battlefield as a hunter."

Skagen said, "Nonsense, you are now a master of divine magic, how can you enter the battlefield as a lowly hunter, they are all conscripted by the military to be the cannon fodder on the battlefield, can survive a few I don’t know, let alone, the military department does not have the courage to dare to force you into the battlefield, unless they want to cut off the magical supply of our temple from now on!"

"That may not be necessary," another sneered. "The military dared to publish the matter out of the newspaper based on the words of the savages arrested. It made us look ugly, and now the military's courage is growing. !"

"Not bad."

"This military department, it is time to give them some color to look at." Another old man sneered.

Du Dilian said: "Everyone is at the stage of war. It is also justifiable for the military to be so sensitive. We also have foreign enemies and savages. If it is internal consumption, wouldn't we let the savages read jokes."

A few people were startled before, and he couldn't help but glance at Du Dean with a sigh in his eyes.

Skagen patted Du Dean's shoulder and sighed: "If everyone thinks like you, we wouldn't do anything to the military during the war, but when the war is over, we need to give them some color Look, it's not called internal friction, it's called balance. If the arrogance of the military department is more and more rampant, the loss will be greater in the end, and, this time they are so sloppy they doubt a magician master, although you were not a master before , But your potential is unquestionable. Their move is no different from killing a master. If you don’t give them a color, wouldn’t they let them think that our temple of elements is soft persimmon, just knead it?”

Du Dean scratched his head and blushed a little, not knowing what to say.

Seeing this, Skagen smiled slightly and said, "Speaking of it today, it's not a big deal to come to you. Since you don't want to go to the inner wall to study, you can do it yourself, but when you go to the battlefield, you must The military will send someone to escort it, otherwise, we will never allow it!"

Du Di An said: "Well, thank you for your kind love, Du Di An remembers!"

"Whether seniors are not seniors, they will be friends who work together in the future." Skagen smiled.

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Shortly after the end of the Council of Gods, in the northern part of the business district, the military headquarters.

Whoosh!

A snowy-feathered bird crow flew without any rain on its wings. Obviously, it would not hinder its flight on a rainy day.

A middle-aged man in military uniform reached out to catch it, took off the letterbox on its feet, took out a small group of letters and rubbed it away, glanced at it, and immediately stunned, "Legendary magic...free Donate?"

He froze for a moment, suddenly recovered, and hurriedly ran away to a hall with a huge sand table in the middle of the hall, covering the entire terrain of the outer wall area, continuous to the radiation area outside the fortress, just the radiation area The contour of the terrain is not so clear, most of them are replaced with gray carbon particles, which means the unknown field has not yet been explored.

In front of the sand table, there are several figures wearing the general star medal, and there is a lot of discussion.

The middle-aged school official hurried over and said, "Report, report to the general!"

One of the blonde middle-aged generals heard the words, turned around, glanced at the man, frowned and said, "Don't the school officer even speak smoothly?"

The middle-aged schoolmaster shuddered in his heart, and even said: "Report the general, just got the news from the temple, they have created a new magic, legendary level, this time ready to donate to our army for free!"

The hall was quiet for a while.

The other generals in discussion couldn't help but turn around. Although they didn't care to listen to the middle-aged man of the school official, the words "shrine" and "legend" were so special that they immediately pulled their attention away. .

"You, what are you talking about?!" The blond middle-aged man's eyes widened.

The middle-aged officer of the school said: "I just got news that a master named Du Dean in the temple made a legendary magic called "steam gun" and donated it to our military department for free. This is a military war magic."

Heard that the generals surrounding the sand table looked at each other.

"Military magic, or legendary level?" The shock on the face of a middle-aged general slowly converged, wondering: "How many years has the temple no military legendary magic, has it been deliberately criticized? Level?"

The old man with a white beard standing at the highest position showed some shock in his eyes, staring at the school official and saying, "You just said Master Du Dean? Are you sure?"