Please abide by the Basic Law

Chapter 205

Cecil questioned Langdon for an hour before he was convinced that there was no teacher-student romance or cheating. After sternly warning Langdon that he was a supporter of monogamy and that he would break his third leg if he cheated, Langdon smiled and promised There will be absolutely no problems.

The two chatted all night, and there was still a time difference between the two places. It was almost dawn on Cecil's side, and it dawned early in summer, and it was late at night on Langdon's side. , but the eyelids are very heavy, there are many things in the Middle Kingdom, there are paperwork and physical work, if it is not young, I can't stand it, I can rely on Langdon's magic to eliminate fatigue, but now I can't enjoy this good thing up.

Cecil's head hit the parchment and he became sober all of a sudden. When he looked up, he saw a line of words appearing on the parchment: [Are you finished? 】

Um?That doesn't sound like Langdon's...

【Who are you? ] Cecil replied.

[Temple Communication Center. 】The other side replied, 【All Wang Qi's communication must be recorded. You two chatted nonsense all night. Can you know how much mana was consumed?Converted into magic currency, Langdon's salary for a year is even worse. 】

Cecil grinned, I really didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, think about it carefully, the "have you eaten", "what did you eat", "I just farted, and the special noise still turned the corner" between him and Langdon " and other nonsense words were recorded in the temple, and I was immediately embarrassed.

[Can't you not remember?Let's just chat. ] Cecil tried to explain.

[All communication information of Wang Qi must be recorded, you two should not use it for private use! ] There was a pause for a few seconds, and it seemed to be even more angry, 【Talk about love all night, do you want to be public enemies in the group? 】

Cecil laughed a few times, and after a while there was no news from the other side. Langdon held the parchment and thought for a while, and indeed he received the message: 【Are you asleep? 】

[No, I have received a warning from the temple. ] Cecil wrote.

[I received it too, ^-^] Langdon can also use emoji now, [Did you stay up all night? 】

[Very energetic. 】

【Sleep, I won't chat with you until I come back. 】Langdon quickly replied,【You can't do this, your body will break down, you should pay attention to your health, I shouldn't talk to you. 】

[It's okay, I know it in my heart, I miss you. ] Cecil sighed and wrote, his strokes were exhausted, 【You know, I feel empty in my heart not long after you left, always thinking about what to do if something happens to you outside. 】

Langdon didn't wait for a reply, but instead came out a line written in extremely rough and frenzied characters: [You are endless! ] There are even expressions.

Cecil laughed out loud, rolled up the parchment and fell headfirst on the bed, fell asleep within a few seconds, with a smile on his lips.

After putting away the parchment, Langdon took out a magic book from the bedside and read it. He didn't need that much sleep at all. According to Number Six, the original Dijals were not carbon-based creatures. What sleep, There is no need to eat and so on. After converting to a carbon-based body, although it has weakened a lot, it still has certain "superiority". Now, what he wants most is to become an ordinary person and have the same lifespan as Cecil. Unfortunately, this Doomed to be impossible.

He has indeed been looking for a way to make Cecil live longer or stronger. However, there is really no progress other than the constant transfer of the soul. The soul is a very delicate thing, which is difficult to grasp and control. Many soul transfers are related to Contracts and bloodlines are related, neither of which is easy to deal with.

No. [-] actually said that the prototype of the Dijal has many similarities in composition with the souls of carbon-based creatures...

Langdon stayed up all night and was still in high spirits the next day, and even glowed because of the chat last night. Although the coalition army had a large number of people, except for the troops of Loscher and Crandall, most of the soldiers from other countries were in the same formation. It's a mess, not to mention the formation, and even fight among themselves because of fighting for positions.

In contrast, the soldiers of the Middle Kingdom are very conspicuous: silent and motionless, although there are only 1000 soldiers, they are like black holes on the noisy battlefield, attracting many people to look at them from time to time—and this The gang really wore all black!

Wearing black is just because I don’t have time to make military uniforms, just choose a uniform color like a primary school student, white is too conspicuous, it is really unlucky on the battlefield, so there is such a black hole in the middle of the coalition forces.

"There are only 1000 people, the central king is too stingy." Alexander said resentfully.

"The Middle Kingdom is weak, and we are just a foil." Langdon said respectfully.

Alexander snorted, turned his gaze to his own army, and snorted again.

Last night, when the Rochester soldiers heard the king's treat, they almost came to eat freely. Not only did they eat by themselves, but they also generously invited friends from other countries they knew in the coalition army to join them. Quite a lot of food, and even adopted a two-pronged approach of magic and ice cube refrigeration to ensure the freshness of the ingredients, coupled with beer and newly developed flower wine, the big soldiers were dizzy and vomited.

The so-called flower wine is the bartending of modern bars. It was named by Cecil. In fact, it uses milk, cream, ice, desserts and various condiments to neutralize the taste of alcohol. It not only tastes smooth Good visually, it is also very beautiful. Although the colored glass spoils the scenery a bit, it is not a big problem. Many people vomited after drinking it to study Cecil. .

Cecil never thought that these businessmen would actually bring the bar to the battlefield. In his opinion, it would be very troublesome just to ask for ice. However, there is magic in this world. It's enough to use magic, not to mention, these "flower wines" have top-notch earning power, and when they are paired with barbecue, fried food, etc., it can be said that they drink one after another.

The merchants felt that the soldiers would definitely like it, so they put the "flower wine" on the armament list without hesitation. Therefore, Alexander spent a huge sum of money and harvested a large number of painfully hangover soldiers.

"Ah, the sun is so dazzling, my eyes are going to go blind!"

"Damn it, don't speak loudly, someone is sawing off my head!"

"I can't do it... I can't do it... use magic, don't care..."

The supposedly high-spirited "Golden Tax Officials" set off on the journey with their heads bowed and their feet shuffled. From a distance, they looked like a group of headless zombies. Gloomy, Amber has a serious expression on his face but can't hide the twitching corners of his mouth. He also ate a lot last night, but how can he drink because he is so smart? It is wise to glance at the ingredients added by the bartender Di only ordered food, just kidding, his body definitely doesn't have much capacity for alcohol, and it's no fun to be drunk, let alone still outside at the moment.

My brother is really good at dealing with people's livelihood. If I have the opportunity to communicate more, Amber is lying in the magic carriage and enjoying the gentle fan of the maid. Thinking about it this way, I just think that fighting is not so difficult.

On the second day of the camp, Alexander was obviously unwilling to "treat guests" again, not only because of money, but also because the army's momentum was too bad. It is really hard to say that eating and drinking is not allowed. In this era, it is natural for soldiers to eat and drink. Everyone does not know enough about alcohol, let alone such things as alcohol addiction. Magic wine will not Addictive.

Alexander couldn't open his mouth, so Wang Qi had to "understand what he wanted". The young Wang Qi came to find his teacher. After some discussion, Langdon ordered the merchants to close tonight and hunt and stockpile food. The benefits brought by the king's cavalry, the Central Kingdom not only enjoys the benefits brought by the Gay Knights, but also sells the benefits of the Gay Knights to others.

Since then, the coalition forces have marched extremely fast. On July 29, the whole army arrived at Xiabao, the capital of St. Benzie, which was transformed from the palace of King St. Benzie. Afterwards, the imperial palace continued to expand, and the houses were connected with each other to add roofs, and finally this maze-like castle city was formed.

The latitude of St. Benze is not much lower than that of Highgarden, and the winter is naturally extremely cold. It is not worthwhile to use magic to keep the slaves warm, but the noble slave owners are naturally unwilling to let the slaves live with them, so the labyrinth The city was born, and slaves could live on the "street" where the sun was not visible. Due to the interconnection between the houses, the heating would leak from the slave owner's house. Coupled with the closed environment, the city could barely maintain a temperature of about ten degrees. Undead—at least not frozen to death in large numbers.

The slave owners enjoyed the open-air garden and the sun, as well as the stairs that could go up to the roof terrace. The slaves may have never seen the sun since they were born, their skin was pale, skinny, and they lived like ghosts.

After the fall of St. Panier, not only did St. Benzie no longer protest or justify, but he was silent again, as if resigned to his fate.

When Cecil was puzzled by this, Langdon revealed in one sentence: "They are preparing to resist."

"I have a question." Cecil thought for a moment, "What will happen if they surrender?"

"Alexander will kill all the royal family." Langdon said bluntly, "The slave owners may be able to redeem themselves, but these people have no skills. Once they go bankrupt, they may no longer have the skills to make a living."

"What kind of slaves are St. Benzie's slaves?" asked Cecil, "free slaves or puppet slaves?"

Among the slaves liberated from St. Panier, there were those who had the spirit of rebellion like Aipan, and even when they arrived in Moon City, they naturally regarded the boss of the firm as their master and even refused to receive a salary. The two were completely different.Cecil called the former "free slaves" and the latter "puppet slaves".

Unexpectedly, Langdon gave Cecil an unexpected answer: "The slaves of St. Benzie are called blood slaves."

"What?" Cecil was baffled, "You were born a slave?"

"Yes, their bloodlines are controlled by the slave owner. As long as the slave owner's order can't be resisted, it's called the bloodline curse. It's something that cannot be eliminated by magic. The mages have studied it and think it may be a kind of magic but Can't find anything like it, do you have a solid explanation?" Langdon asked.

"No." Cecil was also at a loss. "We don't have such a thing there. If it's brainwashing, it's spiritual and it takes a long time."

"That's different. Even an ignorant baby will obey the slave owner. There was a slave owner who thought the baby was too noisy, and forced the baby to starve to death after giving the order to shut up."

"Fuck!"

Cecil felt that this gang of slavery countries really had no value in existence, and that perishing was the best destination. Until later, when he heard Amber tell Gretel's secret, he immediately wondered if Gretel's old monster was Learned from St. Benzie.

In any case, the coalition forces faced even greater difficulties in St. Benzie. These slaves would never surrender. Even if they wanted to, it was impossible. The orders of the slave owners were irresistible.

"Kill everyone, these slaves are hopeless." Alexander said at the battle meeting, "They will only obey the slave master's orders, and they will never be saved."

The others didn't respond. This choice was already foreseeable, but Amber's eyes widened, and he hesitated before saying: "Then we can't be called liberators, right?"

"The liberator is for human beings. They have independent living beings. These slaves are not human beings." Alexander said with a smile, "You are still young and have a compassionate heart. These are all necessary sacrifices."

If Cecil was here, he would definitely try his best to change this policy, but Amber was completely different, and immediately shut his mouth and said nothing.

Although Langdon, as Cecil's agent, has the right to speak, in order not to arouse Alexander's disgust, it is best to remain obedient. Fortunately, Alexander seemed to have a high opinion of the Middle Kingdom, and at the end of the meeting, he said something more: "What about the Middle Kingdom?"

"Dear Liberator, I want to ask one thing, what will happen to these slaves if the slave master dies?"

"Slave masters can't be killed forever." Alexander said a self-contradictory sentence as soon as he came up. So many slaves can kill so many slaves that slave masters can't finish killing them?

He seemed to have noticed it, and quickly changed his words: "I mean, it is difficult to distinguish the slave owner from the slaves, and the slave owner even disguises himself."

"Of course these things need to be considered, but as soon as the slave master dies, these slaves will immediately end the battle, right?" Langdon continued to ask.

Alexander was a little displeased: "It depends on the order given to the slaves by the slave owner. If the slaves immediately launch a suicide attack as soon as the master dies, then we may suffer great losses."

"Of course this must be considered, so if you don't mind, please let the Middle Kingdom take the lead tomorrow." Langdon said calmly.

"You?" Alexander was a little surprised, "Only the 1000 people?"

"Yes."

There was a little silence in the conference room, only Amber raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and after a while Alexander nodded and said, "Yes, I'll give you half an hour."

Langdon bowed his head in respect.

[Since we are going to kill all the people of St. Benze, why not use air power? 】In the evening, Cecil initiated the chat again against the warnings from the Temple Communication Center, 【It can also reduce the loss of personnel. 】

[Do you think the blood curse is worth it? ] Langdon replied.

[emmmmmm...] Cecil replied like this.

[Don't send out this kind of pure water! ] The Temple Communication Center cut off the chat and inserted a sentence.

Langdon quickly resumed chatting: [The terrain of Xiabao is complicated, but as long as the entrance is cleared bit by bit, the loss of personnel can be minimized. The most important thing is that no one knows what the blood curse is, maybe it is a big magic Arrays, or petri dishes, or books, or magic devices, we don't know whether they are big or small, so I want to use this method, and basically there will be nothing left in the air power. 】

[Where is Saint Benze's mana well? 】

[A small city exists exclusively for the mana well, and it is full of slaves. Due to the characteristics of the blood curse, the slave owners of St. Banze are not worried about slaves escaping or rebelling. 】

【Enough, can't we talk face to face with this kind of common sense?Do you have a conscience to say this through magic communication? ! ] The Temple Communication Center spoke angrily again.

Cecil turned the channel back to Langdon: [Then use your method, isn't Alexander angry? 】

[I'm angry but there's nothing we can do about it, because we didn't do anything wrong and avoided a lot of casualties. 】

[You won't be jealous of us because of this, will you? 】 Cecil was a little worried.

【He will be jealous one day. ] Langdon said, 【Only in this way can we get a large number of people. According to Alexander's method, our trip is a waste. Besides, I chatted with Amber. I have a guess about the blood curse. Alexander should still be able to get it. Get what you want, so it's not a big problem. 】

[At least I made money. ] Cecil sighed, and then added, [I believe in you, go ahead and do it. 】

【Enough!I want to complain to you! 】The Temple Communications Center finally went crazy, and wrote the horrible handwriting like in a horror movie, which seemed to tear the paper.

Cecil was laughing badly, and Langdon was laughing a lot, thousands of miles away.

It was a sunny day when they attacked San Benzie. The coalition forces stood outside the tortoise-like castle and looked at this huge city in a daze. Most of the main body of the city was black, which is a specialty of San Benzie. It is a viscous substance that can be burned. The people of San Benze painted this kind of thing on the stone and then burned it to get such a black building.

If Cecil was here, he would definitely scold "the big dog who burns oil", but at the moment, only Amber doubts the content of this thing, and everyone else is looking at the 1000 people in the Middle Kingdom.

Langdon walked in the front, and after a few nimble steps, he jumped into a big cat. His real body had been exposed during the last aptitude appraisal, so there was no need to hide it. ’ stepped on the edge of the Chateau’s roof—

A crackling blue arc flashed, it was a protective magic, Langdon recited the spell without feeling it and slowly floated into the sky, picking up three baskets at the same time.

The hot air balloon still failed to be produced. Danny tried several times to make the ball but still could not guarantee the flame resistance. In the end, only a bunch of baskets were left, which came in handy at this time.

"It turned out to be an ancient remnant." Alexander's eyes sparkled, "It's incredible, I actually saw an ancient remnant with my own eyes, such a beautiful big cat, it would be great if I could ride it." He looked forward to Look at the young Wang Qi.

The young cavalry smiled slightly: "Landon Chris is already the cavalry of the Central King, and his loyalty cannot be doubted."

Alexander once again praised: "You are too young and not qualified enough, it would be great if Baker was here..."

The young prince smiled and lowered his head, scolding Tifa for his death, this kind of "dead white moonlight" made it difficult for his successor to start work, and Luoxie is a magical power that cannot be given up, so he was already very upset to fill in the blanks urgently Of course, he was very unhappy to be overwhelmed by Langdon again.

Langdon carried a few baskets and flew to the location of St. Benzie's Palace. Compared with other dark roofs, this place is too conspicuous. The entire roof is actually a garden with an area of ​​about one kilometer. Looking down on the courtyard from the air There are all kinds of pavilions, as well as large grasslands and simulated forests, which can be described as pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, this pleasure cannot be preserved.

"Ready?" Langdon's voice became a little weak in the wind, but after all, it still passed down.

"Okay!" The man in the basket waved vigorously, "Keep steady!"

In the eyes of the coalition forces, except for the big blue-black cats that can still be seen, the basket and the people in the basket have become a small black spot. Since they are facing the sun and cannot look directly at it, many people squint their eyes and use their hands as a The awning barely watched.

Everyone was not surprised when the first explosion came from afar. War magic, especially in the face of such a tortoise-like defense, was only a few methods. However, when the second and third explosions came, people His complexion began to change, and then it was not the rhythm of bang, bang, bang, but bang bang bang, and finally it turned into bang——

Huge smoke and dust covered the sky, and the faces of the coalition forces turned into shock from top to bottom. Only the people in the Middle Kingdom seemed to be detached from the world, and their faces were calm.

"How is it possible!" Alexander opened his mouth, "Do the ancient survivors have so many magic slots?"

"What kind of magic is this?" The commander sent by Crandall was shocked. "Is it a simple explosion technique? There is no chain explosion technique?"

"This scale is too big..." The young Wang Qi, who knew the inside story, frowned and muttered to himself, "This kind of explosion technique is too abnormal, and the power is too small for flying weapons. Moreover, the Middle Kingdom is so powerful. Do you have money? Burn flying weapons directly?"

"Super legendary!" Someone yelled, "This is the strength of super legendary!"

There was an uproar, and the exclamation of "Super Legendary" was endless.

Amber wanted to speak a few times, but held back, her smile seemed strangely mixed with pain.

In the sky above the palace at this time, Langdon was saying to the people below: "Be careful, don't..."

Before the words were finished, one of the bamboo baskets exploded suddenly. It didn't matter if it exploded, the three bamboo baskets exploded into a ball of fire in an instant, and followed the series of explosions of the fireball to fall!