Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

Manor in the Woods, Heath Laboratory.

On the long wooden table, there is a young decapitated corpse, with the body on one side and the head on the other side. It is the king of the Na'vi Kingdom who has just ascended the throne, the second prince Isu.

Looking at the corpse on the table, Heath was also sighing. He didn't expect that he had only finished carrying his father a few days ago, and he had been carried a few days apart.

Should we say that things are impermanent, or should we say that there are many things in kingship?

Thinking wildly in his heart, Heath put his head and the corpse together, and then put one hand on the shoulder of the corpse: "Extract."

"Dip, the extraction is successful, and you will get the [Virgin's Flirting Skills]."

"Drop, successful extraction, soul energy +3."

"Drip, the extraction is successful, and the [King's Heart] is obtained."

Stunned, come again?

What is the heart of the king for?

Although the previous [The Virgin's Flirting Skills] is also inexplicable, it is true that there is knowledge pouring into my mind, some secret techniques in the house of the royal maid.

But the latter [Heart of the King] Hiss couldn't feel anything.

Literally speaking, the spirit of the king and the heart of the king should belong to an invisible temperament and ambition, and it is a special substance that is the same as talent and element affinity.

But whether it is talent or element affinity, Heath can feel substantial changes after extraction. He really feels that his cultivation has become easier, and it has become easier to use elements.

However, the king or something had extracted the Hiss twice in a row, but he could not feel the slightest change in his body.

"What is it?"

Doubt in his heart, Heath closed his eyes and settled into the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness to observe carefully.

And this look really made him see something...

In the sea of ​​his spiritual consciousness, there are two unfamiliar message groups floating, which are the so-called [King's Qi] and [King's Heart].

It seems that there are some useless knowledge points in it, educating people how to cultivate one's self-cultivation and self-cultivation.

However, after careful observation by Heath, he found that this was only an appearance. In fact, there seemed to be something hidden beneath the words. The pictographic metaphor was like an encrypted document.

What is the bottom line?

There seems to be a part of the information missing. Heath pondered for a long time and had no clues, so he could only put this aside for the time being.

Who did all this by dividing up a mass of encrypted data and handing it over to mortals? Is it the beginning of blood? So what are they doing this for?

in addition...

With the spirit of a king and the heart of a king, where is the rest?

Heath wondered...

...

At the same time, the city of Caleru, the royal palace.

The new king of the Na'vi Kingdom, the eldest prince Mark is lying on the throne, two buttons are torn at the neckline, the crown is worn crookedly on the head, the blood on it has been wiped clean, and it is shining under the light of the beating fire. Shenghui.

The accompanying soldiers and knights sat on both sides of the hall, and on the low table in front of them were cooked barbecued meat, sweet wine and other exquisite food.

Everyone ate and drank fine wine together while watching the singing and dancing in the center of the hall.

The beautiful music played by the violin and cello reverberated in the hall, and the dancers of Yingyingyanyan danced gracefully to the beautiful music.

The slender figure and graceful dance attracted the knights in the hall to whistle.

A few perverts simply put down the barbecue in their hands and rushed into the center of the dance floor to dance with the dancers. When they jumped, they even tore off the dancers' clothes with their big greasy hands.

It's hard to believe that such a rude scene without etiquette will take place at the banquet of the guests of the monarch of a country, even the banquet of the third-rate aristocrats is not so absurd.

However, His Majesty the King, who was supposed to be in charge of the Ethics Program, was just laughing at the moment, and he didn't mean to scold the other party at all.

The eldest prince of the Na'vi Kingdom, Mark, was dissolute and ignorant by nature, so when he became an adult, he was arranged by the old king to be on duty in the northern wasteland full of wildlings.

I wanted him to reform himself and realize the meaning of civilization, but he didn't think that the barbarity of the wild land not only did not wake him up, but made him feel that this kind of life is not bad, and even a group of people with the same taste were handed over around him. people.

Everyone eats meat, drinks, and plays with women every day. It has long been accustomed to it.

"Da da da!" At this moment, a burst of footsteps sounded.

Toures, the great scholar of the kingdom, walked into the main hall.

This debauchery scene in the palace obviously made the great scholar a little unhappy. He walked to the front and bowed to Mark on the throne: "Your Majesty, with all due respect, you should not do this."

Mark smiled nonchalantly and said, "Tours, are you going to preach to me on behalf of my dead ghost father?"

Grand Scholar Toures said earnestly: "We just hope that you can become a wise monarch and bring etiquette and education to your people, and so do wizards."

Brothers who have surrendered and cut off each other's heads in public, and put the crown on their heads without waiting for the sacrificial coronation are already very unethical.

"Etiquette? Indoctrination?" Mark sneered.

He pointed to the crown on his head and said, "I'm sitting here wearing this, relying on the sword in my hand and the bravery of my brothers, not what you call etiquette and education."

"One of those things was buried in the ground, and the other was just chopped off by me."

"As for wizards? Do you think I still don't know what's going on? Those undead monsters are too busy to take care of themselves, and now I'm in charge!"

His words were full of contempt and disdain.

Tours raised his eyebrows: "That's why..."

Mark stopped him with a big wave of his hand and continued: "Okay, I didn't ask you to come here to listen to your lectures, and tell me how Robertson's trifles are handled?"

He dared to send troops to help his mentally handicapped younger brother to compete with him for the throne, and now Mark is still angry.

Tours said: "The sons of the Earl of Montenegro are already under control. We plan to let the fourth son Baine succeed the earl. This child has sworn to recognize that you are the only king and will be loyal to you..."

"Let his fourth son succeed the earl?"

Before Tours could finish speaking, Mark interrupted, "I never remember that I ever gave such an order."

Tours was stunned and explained: "Bane is the weakest among the sons, and his own strength is only a knight apprentice. Of course, if you are not satisfied, the second son of the Earl of Montenegro..."

Mark interrupted again: "No no no!"

"You didn't understand, it's not about the first son."

"The traitor was shooting arrows at me on the city wall just now. I killed 600 brothers in order to cut off his head. Why should I let his son inherit a large fief?"

Tours raised his brows: "Your Majesty, Earl Robertson fights for the king. This is in line with the rules. You can't deprive his son of his inheritance, otherwise the nobles will target you."

No matter what kind of despicable tactics Isu used, he was still legally on the throne.

Mark's face was unbelievable: "It's still in accordance with the rules to rebel."

He put his head on the knights in front of the temple and said, "Listen to what shit this old guy is talking about? Was he confused by a woman last night?"

A group of laughter and ridicule came from the hall.

Mark asked the maid next to him to pour a glass of wine, and he left the throne with the glass and walked in front of Tours.

He pointed to Tours' face and said, "I'll tell you what the rules are. The rules are who has the sharper sword and who has more brothers."

"I have never sat on this throne by some bullshit rules, by my brother, by my sword."

He drank the wine and continued: "Let me tell you what to do, cut off all of Robertson's sons, and send his daughter and wife to me and my brothers, and then my soldiers."

Tours said anxiously: "Nobles..."

Mark interrupted, "Fuck shit nobles! Fuck shit rules!"

"There is only one rule in this land, and that is my Mark's rule, and my Mark is the biggest rule here!"

He defiantly said: "If those nobles are obedient, then let them live in peace. If anyone is upset and wants to tell me those so-called rules, then I will chop off his head and cook his whole family!"

"Let him know what the rules are..."

Just when he said this, Mark seemed to choked for a moment, and there was a discomfort in his throat.

He coughed: "cough... let him know what the rules are..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed.

It was as if he couldn't breathe, his face was suffocated into a deep red, and the dense cloth between his faces was covered with a layer of purple-red spots.

"Your Majesty? Your Majesty! What's wrong with you? Your Majesty!"

"what!"

"Someone, come quickly! Your Majesty is poisoned!"

In an instant, the hall was in chaos.

Mark stumbled to the ground, spewing a large amount of blood from his nose and mouth. He opened his eyes wide, and his bloody mouth was still shaking, as if he was still talking.

It seems to say...

A few days later, the manor in the woods.

Heath looked strangely at the young king lying on the table.

He is still speculating on whether the remaining part of the information will be on the eldest prince, who knows that he has not waited for him to think about the reason, and this guy took the initiative to lie down on his experimental table.

Are you really lucky?

Heath couldn't help but sigh: "No wonder the ancients paid attention to fortune, sailing with the current, even a pig can really take off when standing on the wind!"

Such luck is not only his luck, but also his potential.

Born in such an era, war is inevitable, and it is normal for a father to die today and a son to die tomorrow.

With emotion in his heart, Heath put one hand on Mark's left shoulder.

"Dip, the extraction is successful, and the [Heavy Slashing Cross Swordsmanship] is obtained."

"Drop, successful extraction, soul energy +2."

"Dip, the extraction is successful, and the [Soul of the King] is obtained."

As if to verify Heath's previous guess, after a few crisp prompts sounded in his ears, the missing information was also completed at this moment.

At the same time, Heath also successfully unveiled the hidden veil under this information...