Cthulhu Gonfalon

Because he hadn't studied illusion before, it took him almost a day to sort out the common illusion direction spells and successfully transferred to an illusion master.

At this time he realized that illusion was really good.

For example, the small conflict in the pub yesterday, in fact, he can completely solve with a group of illusion, nothing more than let everyone see the scene of "two big-shaped big men beat the black-haired traveler". As for whether this scene has happened or not, it is not important at all.

Yes, after the illusion-like spells reach a certain level, they can completely make a false impression. This kind of illusion is a group that is not the most advanced. The most advanced illusion can make a large group of people suffer from frostbite and even death, even the autopsy can not be detected - in fact, it is only an illusion effect.

Compared to other spells, if the illusion is to achieve an effect, the biggest advantage is about speed. In general, as long as one spell is enough to solve the problem - if a spell can't solve the problem, because the opponent will temporarily gain the spell save for the caster, so it will be in vain for a few more, which is a bit of a hammer. .

Of course, with the strength of the man's magic, and want to resist the illusion he displayed, mortals are completely impossible, and even the gods may not be able to do it.

"Well, now I am also an illusionist." After completing the preparatory work, Xiongxiong confidently walked out of the room and went to the small restaurant on the ground floor of the hotel to eat.

Just then, he suddenly felt a move, frowned, and looked in the direction of the door of the Samat Manor.

Several soldiers held Wei Shak, who had been beaten and bruised, wrapped his rope around his neck and hung him on a gallows outside the manor suspension bridge.

Wei Shak apparently had been seriously injured and could not make any resistance until he was hanged. A few friends who often ventured with him looked around and couldn't bear to do it, but they didn't dare to do anything.

Yan Xiong shook his head, no interest in eating, turned back to the room.

On the floor of the room, Wei Shake, who was injured, opened his eyes in a blank way.

"I...I am not dead?"

"How can people who do things for me die so easily!" said Xiongxiong faintly. "Although you are a bit stupid, the efficiency of doing things is a bit poor, but it is enough to beat a fight. If you are hanged, I Where is the face?"

Wei Shak came back to the world and looked at him with surprise.

Yan Xiong shook his head and raised his hand. The white light shone on him like a raindrop. Seeing that the injury quickly improved, he only recovered his health in just a few seconds, except for the clothes. Outside the wounded blood, there is no trace of a bit of beating.

"You kid, you can't do anything small, how can you mix people to hang the gallows?"

Wei Shak was silent, smiled twice and explained the things of the day.

In fact, it was nothing more than an old-fashioned plot. When Wei Shake was investigated for intelligence, he was arrested, tortured and interrogated. Although he did not say anything, he was still judged to be a spy and sentenced to death.

"Can the death penalty be so easily decided?" asked the male frown.

"The Viscountess advocates militarized management. According to his rules, many things are on the verge of death."

Yan Xiong frowned again and asked: "Is there anyone who has any opinions? No one has persuaded him?"

"He is a soldier. His bureaucrats are mostly military. They don't think there is anything wrong with this." Wei Shake said, "As for the opinions of other people, why should he care?"

Yan Xiong thought for a moment and asked: "So what about the Principality? He made the law so harsh, Dagong, or his boss, what kind of second son, etc. Is there any comment on this?"

"The law can't punish them even more harshly. Why do they have opinions?"

"You are also a nobleman, a nobleman, and he is actually so easily executed?" asked Xiongxiong.

Wei Shak smiled bitterly: "I am only a noble family, and there is no title, even the inheritance is very backward. Where can I be a nobleman?"

"So, if it is a nobleman who is right? Is he going to kill him?" Yuxiong asked again.

Wei Shak thought for a while, not very surely said: "I think he will still do this. For him, it is just to find an excuse. As a cronies of the second son, he rarely does things. Concerned."

"It’s just a second child. Is it so crazy?"

"Dagong has not yet determined who will succeed. From the current situation, the chances of the eldest son and the second son are almost equal."

"Politics, I really don't like it!" Yan Xiong sighed long and asked the topic. "So, what are you going to do next?"

Wei Shak thought for a moment and said with a smile: "I have not been able to complete the task you have explained, and you have been saved by your life. Now my life is given to you. What do you want me to do, I will doing what."

"What if I don't want you to do anything?"

"Then I will go back to my hometown and give my cousin a paperwork or other small official. I believe that Baron Shaker should not have much of my mouth to eat."

Yan Xiong smiled: "It's too wasteful. It's better to be like this, how come you are the lord?"

Wei Shake said, "I didn't intend to compete with my cousin for the title..."

Yan Xiong laughed: "I am not talking about Baron Shak, but the Viscount of Samat."

Wei Shake grew up and squatted there, not knowing what to say.

"Although I feel a little bit impressed, I think that you are doing this viscount, much better than that of Thun Samat. Anyway, you also said that the **** big man can not be in the position, but it is very important to fight. A question mark. Even if he is in the position, he really can't do anything. In this case, isn't it good to be a viscount?"

Wei Shak was silent and asked: "Perhaps with your ability, you can turn me into a Viscount of Samat, but I know nothing about his past, and I will be seen at once. Let's go."

"This is handed over to me." Yan Xiong said, "Since I can let you do this viscount, of course, I can help you solve this problem. The only question now is, are you willing to be a Viscount of Samat?"

"I am willing to be willing..."

"That's it!" Yan Xiong interrupted Wei Shake's words and said with a smile, "If you want, come with me."

"Where to go?"

"Go to the Viscount." Yan Xiong said, he opened the door. "Oh, before that, let's go to eat, eat and drink and start."

After more than an hour, Wei Shake was sitting on the rough wood, extremely strong but could not talk on the comfortable viscount throne.

"How did I become a Viscount? This is simply..."

He muttered in his mouth, and his eyes slightly lost focus.

In his eyes, a book floats not far from the front, and the cover of the book is the appearance of an angry and violent young man, the Viscount of Samat.

The book was opened and the big and small things about the life of this prince were recorded in it.

"Do it well." The voice of Yan Xiong was remembered in his ear. "Be a competent lord, don't be tossed. I am optimistic about you."