The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

William was thinking about it, and his saliva was about to flow out.

Suddenly, "Da... Da... Da..." The rapid sound of horseshoes came from below, interrupting William Piaofei's thoughts.

William looked down and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a guard riding a black horse galloping towards the outside of the castle.

None of the castle guards along the way stood up to stop them. Instead, they gave way respectfully. It can be seen that this middle-aged guard man has a high status in the castle.

"Master, master, this man's heart is about to burst." The magic mirror swept down and noticed the abnormality of the middle-aged man guarding him, and reported it to William Hui.

"My heart is about to burst? Oh, did you get hurt?" William said casually after hearing what the magic mirror said.

This attitude is normal.

As William becomes stronger and stronger, ordinary people are becoming less and less visible to him. At the same time, the magic radiation on his body will become higher and higher, and his influence on others will become greater and greater.

If his strength reaches a certain limit, the creatures who stay by his side for a long time may be radiated by his magic power and transformed into a creature similar to his family, driven and controlled by him.

Just like the dragons in western mythology.

"Master, master, this person's body has not detected the damage from the external force, and the heart rupture is due to other reasons." The magic mirror has no human emotions, and it is still the same as before, answering William's question formulaically.

"Oh, what's the reason?" William asked with a hint of curiosity flashing in his eyes, looking at the middle-aged guard who was galloping away.

"Master, master, his physical heart is cracked because of the intense psychological pain." The magic mirror told William the result of its detection.

"You mean to say that his heart ached to the point of breaking his heart?" William asked immediately after hearing this answer, his face stunned.

"Yes, master!" said the magic mirror concisely.

"Hehe..." William had a strange smile on his face, "In my previous life, I always heard that I was broken up, and one party was so sad that my heart was broken."

"Tsk tsk tsk... I thought it was just a literary exaggeration, but I didn't expect that it really hurts to the point of heartbreak. Really... the ancients do not deceive me!" William shook his head while talking to himself.

The wind rustled around him.

William took a little interest in him.

"Mirror, where did he come from?" William asked.

The magic mirror began to trace the source, and soon it found the answer from the smell left by the man. When the mirror flashed, it sent a picture into William's mind.

It was a oppressive luxurious room with a fireplace.

In the center of the room is a luxurious big bed.

A sickly old man was covered with a valuable velvet quilt, coughing violently from time to time, like a draft fan, as if he was about to die at any moment.

The magic mirror judged in the same way.

"Master, this old man is the Grand Duke of this principality, King Hasma XI. Judging from his physical condition, he is dying and won't last long!"

"Oh!" William replied noncommittally, and didn't pay much attention to it. For him now, power among mortals is like sand and stones on the side of the road, which is not surprising.

Just like when he knew the existence of the extraordinary system of wizards, he gave up a large piece of territory before without any regrets, and embarked on the path of pursuing power.

Because William knows very well that without strength, no matter how big his territory is, he is like a sand sculpture by the sea. When the sea water rises, he will be smashed to pieces.

"If the front wave dies, will the back wave pick up? Then this guard is going to find the successor of King Hasma XI?" William is still interested in the middle-aged male guard, "but why are you so heartbroken?"

A strong sense of curiosity surged in William's heart, and as soon as he thought about it, he disappeared in place.

There is only a round of big and round moon hanging high in the sky, quietly shedding cool light to the earth.

In Greek mythology, Artemis, the twin sister of the sun god Apollo, is the god of the moon, the goddess of hunting, the mistress of wild beasts and the lord of the wilderness, and one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.

The priesthood is vast and the authority is amazing.

It's just that the Lord of the Holy Light overturned the seat of the old sun god. Is that moon god still there?

What about Apollo, the sun god?

What about the god king Zeus?

Also, who is the Lord of Light and where did he come from?

These thoughts flashed through William's mind, and dissipated as his voice disappeared.

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In the south of Salzburg, a brightly lit blacksmith shop.

The middle-aged male guard stayed here. After tying up the horse, he squeezed in through the door of the blacksmith shop, which was narrower and shorter than the regular gate, and saw a man who was only half the height of the middle-aged male guard and had a forest-like beard. dwarf man.

The dwarf man was sleepy-eyed, holding a big hammer that didn't match his height in his strong and powerful right hand, hammering a fiery red sword embryo one after another.

"Karas!" The middle-aged guard man said in a low voice.

"Henry, it's so late, why do you have time to take care of my blacksmith shop? Does your prince have any new gadgets for me to build? Haha, the whole of Salzburg is only capable of my craftsmanship. Satisfy your Prince Highness's various weird hobbies!" The dwarf man squinted at the middle-aged male guard, and said loudly while continuing to strike the iron tool.

Although he was short, his voice was loud and loud, as dull as the beating of a drum.

"It's not His Royal Highness's request! It's me!" The middle-aged male guard Henry took a step forward, leaned forward, and stared at the dwarf blacksmith Callas.

Henry once heard from his erudite prince that Karas may have the blood of some strange races in ancient times, so he has an innate talent in blacksmithing.

There is no better blacksmith in Salzburg than him.

If you can name it, he can help you build it.

Of course, the price has never been polite.

"You? This is really rare! Well, seeing that your Royal Highness has earned so many gold coins and bought a lot of spirits for me, I can give you a friendly price! Tell me, what do you want, sword Or a spear? Or a dagger? Or something else.” Callas put the hammered sword embryo into cold water, alternating hot and cold, and there was a sizzling sound suddenly, and a white mist appeared.

"No! Callas, I ask you to help me make iron hoops! Three iron hoops!" Henry said very seriously.

"Three iron hoops? Hahaha, Henry, I didn't say, you only have two heads on your body, how do you use three iron hoops? If it is used in the back, it should be an iron shield, you nobles, you have so many tricks! Karas laughed.