Looking at Garo, who had a big hole in his chest blasted out by the one-hit killing staff, Richard shook his head lightly and briefly cleaned the scene, feeling a little emotional.

Garo's strength is actually not weak, and being able to block the attacks of more than a dozen of his thorny miniature spell homing missiles is proof of this. However, no matter how strong it is, that's it, for him, it just needs more investment in miniature spell homing missiles, or more investment in crafting materials and crafting man-hours.

When he began to use the magic pattern template, through lithography technology, to try to make miniature spell homing missiles in small batches, no matter how strong the opponent was, the corresponding was just a number.

In a sense, Garo's death was worthless and humiliating, like a well-trained elite warrior who was killed with a single bullet.

The reason why Garo and the rest of the wizards died was not at all because of negligence in battle, not because of loopholes, not because of their own mistakes, but because of the crushing of the level - the crushing of the level of combat thinking.

And that's exactly what he's after.

Through continuous efforts, overcoming all kinds of difficulties, becoming the strongest individual, and becoming the king standing at the peak of strength, it sounds very exciting and enthusiastic.

But in his eyes, this is a complete sign of backwardness.

Effort is a quality to be celebrated, but it would be too stupid to rely entirely on effort to solve everything, or in other words, to be too lazy in thought.

After all, if everything can be solved by hard work, it should be the miners who stand at the top of the social class, not the pot-bellied aristocrats.

In the current world, he has no mind at all to become the strongest. What he has to do is to analyze everything, figure out all the principles, and be able to control the life and death of all beings, including the strongest, at any time.

What does it mean to be number one in the world?

It's interesting to analyze, master, and subvert the rules of the whole world.

With this in mind, Richard turned his head to look to the side.

The sound of "rustling" sounded, and Shande, who had fled from here before, slowly walked back.

......

Shande, who walked back, first scanned the scene, scanned the corpses of all the wizards of the Order of Truth, and then pursed his lips and fell silent.

Richard looked at Sander and asked, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Sander shook his head, "It just occurred to me that in a short period of time, this might be the last time I will avenge Sophia." After that, I'm going to try to resurrect Sophia. Hopefully I'll succeed and hopefully Sophia won't blame me. ”

After saying that, Shande took a deep breath, looked at Richard and said, "If you can, please wait for me for a while, I want to do something and talk about the transaction between us." ”

"Good. Richard agreed, and then asked with some curiosity, "What do you want to do?"

Shander did not answer out loud, but gave the answer with action.

As he walked, Sander walked over to the corpses in the field, piled them together, and then dragged several corpses out of the castle to form a mountain of corpses.

His lips closed and he pronounced the incantation, and a ball of oily green flame erupted from his hand and was thrown towards the mountain of corpses.

"Poof!"

The oily green flame spread quickly and burned.

Under the flames, the corpse twisted one by one, and instead of turning into ashes, it turned into a black stone-like substance. Eventually, the flames were extinguished, and all the corpses turned into a large irregular black rock.

Looking at the black rock, Shande carefully took out a pink silk scarf from his arms, sniffed it vigorously, and put it close to his body.

He said to himself, "Sophia, please wait for me to resurrect you." If I fail, please forgive me, and when the time comes, I will avenge you with all my strength until death. ”

After speaking, Sander looked at Richard, walked closer, and said, "Alright, now we can talk about our deal." ”

"Good. ”

"In our trading, you've basically paid for what you've paid, and I'll pay for the rest. The first is my promise to help you do one thing in the future, and I will definitely fulfill it. "However, considering that I could be anywhere when you need my help, I need to leave you a communication prop." ”

"What?" Richard asked, looking at Sander.

"This is it. Shan Dedao, holding the little thumb of his left hand with his right hand, folded it hard. There was a "click" sound, like breaking a dead wood branch, and breaking off the top phalange.

While doing this, Shander did not have any painful expression on his face, but carefully put the broken phalanx bone in the palm of his right hand, and recited a mantra to make the phalanx bone quickly crystallize and turn black, and finally become something similar to an obsidian cylinder.

Handing the obsidian cylinder to Richard, Shande said, "This is the telecommunication apparatus I gave you, because I have done special treatment with spells, so no matter how far away, I will feel it." When you need my help, inject mana to activate it, and I'll know it, and then I'll come as fast as I can. It can be as short as a few days, or as long as a month, and it will definitely arrive. ”

"I see. Richard said, putting away the obsidian column.

Shander added: "In addition to the promise to help you, there is one more thing, and that is to help you confirm your fictitious identity - my teacher.

To be honest, I don't know how, because I've never done anything like that. But no matter what, I'm really going to try to pretend that there's such a teacher after that. Plus, I can give you this stuff too. ”

After saying that, Shande took out a small cloth bag, which contained black crystal powder, and handed it to Richard.

"What is this?" asked Richard.

"This thing is called Devil's Horn Powder, and it's a very precious spell casting ingredient, and I got it with great difficulty. I can't use it at the moment, though, because it's only used to cast some more powerful and forbidden spells.

If I really have a teacher, then he may be very proficient in using this material to cast spells, which can be regarded as a kind of verification of your fictional identity. ”

"Good. Richard said, too.

"Oh, that's right. After that, Shander thought of something again, and pulled out a small boxy box from his body. The shape is extremely exquisite, but the volume is only one size larger than a matchbox, like a miniature sculpture.

Handing the box to Richard, Sander introduced, "This is what I found when I first had an adventure, next to the Inheritance of the Wizard Book. I've been trying to research this thing, but I can't figure out what it is. The second half of the Wizard Book has been deleted and changed, and there is no introduction, so I still have no clue.

Not surprisingly, this thing is a waste in my hands, so give it to you. If it works for you, it's the best, and if it doesn't, you can throw it away for me. ”

Richard stretched out his hand and took the box sent by Shande, and clearly felt that the box was cold and extremely hard, and the material was very special. Looking at the complex lines on the box, and looking at the black aura of the undead faintly emanating from Shande's body, his eyes widened slightly, and he suddenly had a guess in his heart.

However, the guess could not be confirmed, and Richard simply did not say anything, just nodded and put it away.

At this time, Shande said with a straight expression: "Then now, our transaction is completed." I'm leaving, and hopefully there's a chance we can meet again. I hope that when we meet, I will have resurrected Sophia. ”

"Then bless you. Richard said.

"Thank you. Sander didn't respond with much expression, and turned to leave quickly.

Seeing Sander leave, Richard did not rush back to the Blue Lagoon Manor, blinked, turned and walked into the castle, ready to gather more information about the Truth Society, which would help him implement his next plan.

But in the castle, he hadn't searched long before he sensed something. Turning his head slightly, he looked in a direction outside the castle, and looked at it for a while, with a somewhat strange expression on his face. The next moment, his expression became meaningful again, and he didn't make too much noise, just walked towards the depths of the ancient castle.

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