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A well-known local figure in Wengerburg, Senator Olwisson is standing in the courtyard of his imposing manor overlooking the farmland in the distance. He has good eyesight and can clearly see those ants that look like ants in the fields peasants working there.

"Are you sure you have a way to deal with him?" the congressman turned his head and asked a man standing beside him.

"Why do you ask a thing you already know?"

The man asked rhetorically, he was unusually burly, strong, and very handsome in appearance. A mess of hair was tied back, brown like a lion's sideburns.

He smiled confidently: "If you didn't have confidence in me, Logan Wen's Wigfords, you wouldn't have found me to deal with him, would you?"

"Yes Yes."

Senator Olverson waved his hand perfunctorily, and the disdain in his heart deepened. Oh, sorcerer, sorcerer... Didn't you pay me honor in the end?

"But I have to confirm whether you have this confidence yourself, Wigfords, you and I both know that some people are often full of confidence beforehand, but when they meet the true master—" The congressman waved his hand. "—and immediately became a coward."

Wigfortes was still smiling, not responding at all to the disparagements and insinuations in his employer's words, as if he were a country man who didn't know much about such veiled rhetoric. But in fact, he is completely a master.

"Your Excellency, I'm not the kind of person you say. In fact, you should have heard my name at least a little bit."

Wigfortes spread his hands, and the congressman suddenly felt a tremor on the ground. He took a few steps back, and was surprised to find that a small tree rose up where he had just stood.

"There are many people who fear me, and many people praise me. But they all know that I am definitely not the coward you call me..."

Wigfortes grasped the tree, which deformed in a burst of light into a thick, metal-encased stick on both sides.

"what do you think?"

Holding the stick, Wigfortes smiled faintly. The congressman nodded after swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

"Then, Wingford, I hope you understand. I am doing this all for Aden, for my country."

Congressman Olwisson put on a face of Kang's excitement, ready to die for the country.

He raised his right hand, raised his arms and shouted, expressing his political demands in front of a one-person audience: "Kaldwin and Aden have been in friction for a long time, if I can catch those two kingslayers, I can Get some benefits for my king in the next council of kings."

"And you!" The Senator pointed at Wigfortes. "Mr. Wigfords, as the hero who caught the Kingslayer, your name will be preached among the kings, and then you will be able to enter and leave the court and become a noble court mage like your predecessors."

idiot.

What a complete idiot, thought Wigfortz. Fifteen steps away from where they were talking, there were four guards. Couldn't this congressman know that people are the most fickle? Is it not clear to him that his political enemies are trying to infiltrate those around him? Say it out loud...

The young warlock demeaned the senator in his heart, but still had an impeccable smile on his face: "Then, when do you think he will come, senator? The courteous black-robed mage should be a very punctual person."

"Then how do I know?"

Olverson snorted softly and turned away with his hands behind his back, the morning sun shining on his face, warm and comfortable. The councilor simply closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment of tranquility. The sunlight made him a little sleepy, but it didn't take long for the warmth on his face to disappear.

"what happened?"

The councilor opened his eyes and saw an oriental man in a black robe floating in the sky, blocking the sun and looking down at him.

"I heard you were looking for me," he said to the congressman in a tone so calm that it was almost unreal, and the voice came clearly into his ears. "Also, I noticed that you got a helper."

Olverson looked at the scene in front of him in horror. In the past, he had a very clear understanding of warlocks and mages. He knew that these people could burn others with flames, read minds, and teleport, but he never thought that someone could actually fly.

He Shenyan slowly walked down from the horizon step by step, stepping on the invisible steps, his steps were brisk and powerful. He didn't look at Wygfortz the whole time, which made the young Warlock grit his teeth, the first time he'd been so humiliated.

"Now, here I am."

Olverson stared at the black-robed mage standing in front of him. At this moment, the ambition and power in his heart about the future disappeared, and even his courage disappeared. There is only one most primitive and purest emotion left.

fear.

The more nervous he is, the more carefully he observes the black-robed mage. The congressman noticed that he was excessively tall, even taller than Wigfords. His face was pale like a ghost, those deep black eyes made him feel cold, and his heartbeat slowed down.

Some people are often full of confidence beforehand, but when they meet the Lord, they immediately become cowards.

"black-"

"It's not your part, young man."

He Shenyan interrupted Wingford, who wanted to intervene, his eyes stayed on the wooden stick in his hand for a moment, and suddenly smiled: "Interesting, interesting."

He pointed at Wygoforts, his tone was relaxed and natural, without the slightest threat, but it made him dare not move at all.

The previous ambition and self-confidence completely disappeared in the face of the overwhelming pressure from nowhere: "Stay there and don't move, I will come to take care of you later."

Wigfortz blushed, and at first, he was angry. Then, he was walking on thin ice, and now, he can't wait to run.

He Shenyan turned his head, and Senator Olverson was looking at him tremblingly.

He is a middle-aged man with a goatee, well maintained, and there are not many wrinkles on his face. With a bald head and a hooked nose, it should have been a rather ferocious face in theory, but at this moment, the fear on his face destroyed everything.

"What are you afraid of?" He Shenyan asked softly. "Afraid that I will kill you?"

"b...b....no, no."

Even if it was just a single word, it took Olverson to say it four times before he succeeded. His tongue suddenly seemed to be out of control, and the cold sensation was clinging from the soles of his feet to his ridges, anesthetizing everything.

"Then what are you afraid of?"

He Shenyan looked at him strangely: "You think I won't kill you, so you shouldn't be afraid, right? Ah, I see, Your Excellency. I see it all from your expression."

He clapped his hands suddenly.

"You should be thinking, I'm going to kill you no matter what, right? That's what you're afraid of. Don't be afraid, Your Excellency, the fear of death is normal, even if you can't control your bladder now. Now, I can also defend you a thing or two."

The Master smiled and said, "You were just too shocked to see me coming down from the sky, so you couldn't speak for a while, that's all, you're not afraid at all."

The congressman nodded his head like garlic, but the smile on the mage's face disappeared.

"If you're afraid, I'll kill you," he said softly. "Do you hear me? Your Excellency? Do you understand?"

"Then tell me now, are you afraid?"

"me,"

Olverson moved his tongue frantically, trying to say a complete sentence, trying to say the words I'm not afraid, but his tongue refused him. The body's instincts rejected the command from the brain, and his heartbeat began to skyrocket. Fear and weakness made him cry bitterly, and finally, he fell to his knees before the mage.

"Shh." He Shenyan patted his bald head gently with gentle movements. "Don't cry, Senator. I'll just ask you one question, are you afraid? Be honest, okay?"

Olverson began to cry, and he screamed out the words: "I'm scared, God, Gods, save me! I'm so scared!"

What happened next will never be forgotten by Wigfortes. In his life, he has seen many ways of killing people. Soldiers kill with arrows, swords, halberds, and axes and the like, mages kill with fire, frost, and lightning. Assassins use poison and throwing knives, as well as traps.

Among them, the kings murder is the most simple. They don't have to do it themselves, or even see the tragic state of the victim. With just a nod, a word, or even a look, thousands of years of people will die.

But he had never seen anything like this before, and Wygfortz couldn't help but start to shiver.

"The gods can't hear you, Senator. Only I can. So, I'll answer you."

He heard the black-robed mage say this, and then, Senator Olwisson floated up - in the sunshine of Wengerberg in May, he floated into the sky little by little, flying higher and higher, until it was level with the sun ......

At the beginning, Wigfortes could still hear his crying and screaming as he collapsed, but when he got to the back, he could only stare at the little black spot with eyes that hurt from staring at the sun for too long. .

"What did you do to him?"

Wigfortz heard himself tremblingly ask, in a voice that struck him as absurd: Is this my voice? Every syllable sounded with fear and trembling, so weak, so disgusting, it really was my voice.

Yes.

"I see that he is shaking a lot. I think your Excellency Member must be very cold. Moreover, he was so keen on sunbathing before that made me sigh."

He Shenyan casually came to Wygoforts, and said something in a relaxed tone like "I just drank water" that made him almost kneel.

"I sent him to the sun."

"Yes...is that so?" Wingford responded with a miserable smile. "You are really kind."

"Really? I think so too. Then, let's talk about you next, young man. Where did you learn my meditation? Well, you're quite talented enough to be able to improve the native one by yourself. magic."

Wigfortz's heart skipped a beat—here.

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