This room looks a bit dim.

The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, and the face of the bedridden man trembled slightly, and under the thin eyebrows, a pair of misty eyes opened, and his expression was hazy.

Who pulled the curtains open?

When she opened her eyes, she saw the face that still gritted her teeth with hatred in her dreams.

"It's you!" she sat up in shock, the quilt on her upper body fell, she pulled up the quilt with both hands in a panic, and calmed down, seeing the expressionless but extremely unbeaten face: "What are you doing here?

"Well, I don't think this kind of conversation will arise between me and my subordinates. The mage was amazed that the woman had a habit of sleeping without clothes, but knowing that it was impossible for him to discuss such a topic with her, he put on a dead face, as if he had performed a mechanical mental technique.

"Subordinate?" The Black Warrior's expression changed, and gradually became more mocking: "Who are your subordinates?"

"You don't want to be my subordinate, do you want to be my enemy?" the mage stepped forward, and the black knight was surprised to find that his heart beat a beat tighter, which clearly represented fear.

This made her nervous and embarrassed, and she tried to give in to the other party with an angry gaze, but it was clear that this was impossible, and as the mage approached, she felt as if it was she who was beginning to give in.

"If you want to be my enemy, then we should have a good discussion about what happened yesterday. Penny forced Lannie Lou to look. The black warrior's gaze could be seen wincing, he smiled, and did not continue to press, and with a flick of the magic bag, the giant sword fell to the ground with a dull and piercing sound.

Lannielou's eyes flickered.

It seemed to be intimidated by the voice.

"I think you should know exactly what to do right, and you should know what is good for you, and to be honest, I don't think, uh, kid's tricks are going to bother me too much. The mage said these words in a very serious tone, turned and walked out of the room.

The female warrior behind her gritted her teeth, and with the sound of heavy breathing, the quilt slid down, revealing her rounded shoulders.

She was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed low.

Sure enough, in the face of the gap in strength, the little trick is completely useless.

So if you want to seize power, should you also make appropriate compromises?

This is also the dogma of the Black King.

Wise, cruel, [***].

She silently recited the creed of the Black Hand, and suddenly her eyes lit up with horror, and several scenes replayed in her memory.

The griffons falling from the sky, the hanging execution ground, and the shelling at night were finally fixed on that calm face.

She was sluggish for a long time, shivering, only to find that sweat soaked through the quilt.

"I thought you'd reward her with a bush of black tentacles. "On the streets of the town, Rekita looked at Penny with a dull color in her eyes.

"It's not good to play the same trick twice. ”

"Twice?" Rekita raised an eyebrow, her tone confused, and Penny realized that he had mispronounced it, but he didn't explain much.

If you talk to smart people, you will lose too much, so let smart people think about themselves - then they will confuse themselves.

However, Rekita is obviously not ordinarily smart, she didn't think too much about it at all, just a sarcastic smile spread to the corners of her mouth: "Anyway, she looks pretty good." ”

"But she was in trouble. His expression was a little helpless: "I think it's better to go and say hello to the Governor and transfer her to another place." ”

"Trouble, hmm~ I didn't expect you to be afraid of trouble. The female red robe's tone was relaxed, and she suddenly paused: "Actually, if you put her on, maybe everything will be solved." ”

This terrifying suggestion made Penny's bones stand on end, and he looked at his colleague incredulously, and was silent for a long time, before he saw the female red robe's eyes like a fool:

"Well, it seems that you don't have the courage. ”

"I don't want to get myself in trouble. Penny shook his head.

"You don't fully understand her mentality, Bane's teachings advocate obedience to authority, and anyone who embraces this doctrine has a sense of reverence for the strong and seeks to get out of a position of weakness. Rekita recounted in a flat tone: "This eldest lady obviously grew up in flattery, and it can be seen that she is smart enough to be unwilling to accept the status quo, but not enough to be a little impetuous and resigned, so that she ...... Make such a ridiculous thing. ”

"Sounds reasonable. ”

"I'm afraid it's hard to understand what kind of surname a person who grew up in this kind of environment has, she has been flattered by countless people as she grows up, but she knows very well that those people's obedience comes either from the worship of power, or from the coveting of her beauty, or from the submission to power, in short, it makes it difficult for her to get satisfaction from these flattery, and gradually this emptiness will cause her to develop a pathological masochistic mentality, and subconsciously yearn for domination and conquest from the strong. Speaking of this, a smile appeared on Rekita's face: "Sean, I bet this woman has been the most admired and revered person since she was a child is her father or grandfather. ”

"Uh...... That sounds a bit ...... Weird. Penny was stunned by the theory.

She has a haughty and contemptuous attitude towards all the people around her, just because there has never been a strong person who can make her truly submit, as long as someone can get her approval, it is not difficult to gain her loyalty. Not...... Sean, you should be strong, at least make her feel irresistible. As she spoke, the female red-robed mage shook her head with some regret: "In this way, her subconscious desires and Bane's Creed will make her almost extreme loyalty. ”

"Is this possible?" the mage still thought incredulous.

"You can try. The smile on Rekita's face became even more playful: "If you can have the support of the Bane Church and the pureblood of Dalamos, you can save many years of struggle." ”

"Forget it, I already have a wife. Penny shook his head.

"Hmm, why don't I remember that Serre has a law about limiting the number of wives?"

The female mage's words made the mage feel petrified on the spot, and it took a long time for him to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then he still couldn't say a word.

"Come on, that's all you're capable of. Penny didn't notice that a few hints of disappointment flashed in the depths of Rikita's pupils.

"Well, let's not discuss that. After a while, Penny changed the subject: "Have all the apprentices been arranged?"

"Well, we've arranged for apprentices with no magical qualifications to go into the workshop after learning some math and drawing, it seems that you want to train a group of craftsmen? ”

"No, no, these craftsmen will become very important talents, maybe in the future, we should call them engineers, but they are much more useful than ordinary craftsmen. Penny shook his head, "We can't expect all of us to know the arcane, but it shouldn't be a problem to be a talented craftsman, at least they can help us make more weapons and machines." ”

"You seem to admire those machines?"

"I think machinery can play a big role when magic isn't wide enough. "Passing by the workshop by the river, various mechanical assembly lines driven by water power produce all kinds of weapons and tools.

"Have you ever seen a workshop like this anywhere else in Serial?"

Rekita shook her head, both he and Hughes admired Penny's inventive talent.

"My allies, needless to say Serge, have never seen such a good workshop after I had traveled to half of the Dark Regions, and I had traveled on the surface for some time when I was younger. At this moment, the dwarven elder came out with his cane, and although he was not in good health, he was still accustomed to walking frequently: "It is several times more efficient than our underground workshop. ”

"That's good, if a caravan passes through here again, these iron tools will bring us a lot of profit. Penny said to Rekita with a smile.

"Of course, before it can deal with the bandits in the mountains, it can only provide us with similar weapons, and the so-called profits are only visible and tangible. The female red robe looked at the equipment in the workshop, and her eyes changed for a long time before she sighed.

"Everything has to be done slowly. ”

Penny was silent for a moment, said hello to the gray dwarf and left the workshop, and when he reached the door of the academy, Hughes just walked out: "Hey, Sean, I'm ready." ”

Penny smiled and nodded, and went to Sanophon for help, Hughes must bring it, he understood last time, this glittering living sign would save him a lot of trouble, and now Hughes obviously doesn't mind being used occasionally:

Because for him, this is also a place where he has poured his heart and soul into it.

"Shall you leave now?" Seeing that Penny and Hughes looked waiting for an opportunity, Rekita suddenly spoke.

"What else do you have to do?" Penny looked back at the female mage.

"I'd say, it's too much of a luxury to always use teleportation scrolls, have you ever thought about traveling the other way?"

"Another way?" Penny and Hughes were stunned for a moment.

Rekita led them to the other side of the bunkers by the river, where a wall was now built, and several iron stakes were wrapped around long chains, and at the ends of the chains were four griffons.

Penny remembered that it was a trophy from the battle he had fought more than a month ago, but it had been forgotten in the corner of his memory all along, and he looked at Rekita with questioning eyes, not knowing what tricks she was up to.

The four griffons were no longer majestic, but with dry feathers, lying half-dead on the ground, their eyes blank, and their whole body smelled of sickness.

(To be continued)