The Magician of Rebirth

Indeed, as Flender had expected, the city was shrouded in an atmosphere of unrest.All kinds of caravans, wanderers on long journeys, and bards holding lyres were all crowded at the gate of the city, waiting in long queues, waiting for a strict inspection.The guards at the city gate should have received special instructions to pay special attention to young and middle-aged men. Some caravan guards and adventurers who carried weapons were even shackled and escorted into the camp, waiting for further investigation.

The knights restrained their aura, lowered their eyebrows, and hid themselves among the civilians leaving the city in a seemingly scattered formation. But Flender knew that as long as Sharamon gave an order, they would be able to escape in the blink of an eye. Gather in teams and break out of town with awe-inspiring impact.

The people blocked at the gate were talking in low voices, and the buzzing voice was full of complaints, but as long as the voice was too loud, it would attract loud reprimands from the gate guards who were equally irritable because they had been stationed at the gate for a long time.

Adventurers who choose to leave Salaman at such an urgent and easily suspicious time usually have something urgent to do. It is already frustrating to be forced to block the door for such a long time, accepting rude inquiries and unnecessary doubts. What's more, the people who are being taken care of by the guards are young and middle-aged swordsmen who are equipped with swords, are full of vigor, and are often too hot-blooded due to professional reasons.Judging from the current situation, the contradictions between the two sides have accumulated to a considerable extent.

Therefore, the key now is how to create a fuse, ignite the barrel of explosives, and transform quantitative changes into qualitative changes.Thoughtful, Flender glanced over the restless faces in the crowd.

Well, there must be enough people, it is easy to attract the attention of the guards, and the matter is more urgent, and the mood of the members must be sufficiently irritable. It would be even better if there is a single cell... One, two, three, these three groups of people Quite meet the requirements.

'Alas, little Fran, it's unlucky to be seen by you. '

'Your Majesty, do you have any better way? '

'...No, I just want to use rhetorical techniques to express that although I will be unlucky if you fancy me, I will feel very happy if you fancy me. '

Flender twitched the corners of his mouth inelegantly, and suddenly felt a focused gaze on him. He turned his head and nodded slightly to Charamon, signaling him to be relieved.

The green-eyed general didn't seem to understand what he meant. He frowned slightly, and then tried his best to push through the heavy walls and moved towards him, causing complaints.

Flender awkwardly smiled apologetically to the surroundings, and then looked suspiciously at Charamon's slender fingers holding his right wrist.

"I mean I have a solution." Flender muttered softly.

"I know. Follow me closely for a while, don't be swept away by the flow of people." Sharamon looked straight ahead, his expression was calm and vigilant, "You haven't trained before."

On the gorgeous couch, Sasha sat half leaning, holding his wife's soft waist with his right hand, lingering in her beautiful blond hair with his left hand, and felling small kisses on her slightly sweaty forehead, flowing along the straight and small body like a dragonfly. The bridge of the nose slides to the plump and sweet red lips.

Alice panted slightly, her eyes were like silk, she clenched her fists tightly, and beat the broad chest in front of her with a gentle force. Her voice, which was soft and pitiful like a dandelion on weekdays, was mixed with emotion because of her emotion. Hoarse, it became more and more thought-provoking: "What are you doing today...it's not dark yet... um..."

Sasha raised her face from her plump chest, and the corners of her mouth raised a slightly smug arc, "Half of the trouble is solved, the armor of the Charamon cavalry was washed to the downstream town by the turbulence of Mufis, I just talked with His Majesty I have reported it, and now we only need to salvage their bones in a symbolic way. They actually hid in the teeth of Mufis? You really asked for a dead end! ”

"Mufis' tooth?" Alice looked at the husband who was doing something on her in a daze, her beautiful eyes filled with water, "But Paris just said goodbye to me, saying that he was going to the border town to hunt down Charamon. ah?"

"What?!" Sasha was shocked, and quickly stopped all movements, clenching his hands unconsciously, "Paris said that Sharamon was in the border town? He never reported to me at all! Where did he go? When did he leave? "

Alice cried out in pain, but seeing his face full of shock and urging, she could only endure the pain and replied: "He seems to have gone to a southern border town. He left last evening. I thought you sent him there."

Sasha's expression changed a few times, then he let go suddenly, stood up, and walked out in a hurry. When he was at the door, he seemed to remember it, turned around and told his disheveled wife: "Iris, I Go and confirm, and if the news is true, rush to the border town immediately. Remember to take your medicine on time, and if your Majesty asks, explain it to me."

The beautiful white rose of the Salaman Empire propped up her body slightly, her thin blouse slipped off, revealing half of her snow-white shoulders, her usual pale cheeks still had some touching blush, her smile was gentle and pitiful, "Please rest assured."

It wasn't until Sasha's figure disappeared at the door that Alice took off the smile on her face. She gently and carefully stroked the red marks on her white and delicate arms, which were left by Sasha's excessive force just now, and gently blew on them. After a few breaths, his expression was full of love and compassion, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were complicated and unpredictable.

The fuse No. [-] selected by Flender has been officially connected to the explosive barrel.

"My lord, I beg you to be more accommodating, we still have thousands of miles to go, we can't live without guards!"

"Don't be wordy, the order we received is not to allow men with swords, or you can go there by yourself, or you can wait here with your guards, and wait until the Duke revokes the order before leaving!"

"We, we can't wait..." The leading businessman had a sad face and put a few silver coins into the hands of the guards, "Once the clover leaves the soil for more than ten days, it will wither..."

"Who wants your money!" The guard threw the silver coin in his hand fiercely at his face, "If any of Gaston's rebels get out, we'll all have nothing to eat!"

"Our guards are all real Salaman swordsmen, there are no rebels like Gaston!" The leader of the businessman swallowed his anger and bowed again and again. The people around persuaded him and reluctantly restrained them.

"If you say no, then there is no? I also said that Gaston's dog thieves are in there!" Another guard seemed to be annoyed by the businessman's entanglement, and the long sword in his hand was unsheathed and lay across the businessman's neck Come on, "If you talk too much, I'll arrest you both!"

The crowd started to stir up, and the whispers started to grow louder. The guards also drew out their swords and confronted the guards.

Flender could clearly feel that the aura on Sharamon's body began to change, and he gradually tightened his fingers.He raised the corners of his lips slightly, silently condensing his magic power.This level is not enough to create chaos.

Facing the implicitly condemning gazes of the crowd, the former guards began to feel guilty, but because of face, they still insisted on shouting at the guards: "You want to rebel!"

"That's right, we've turned against you, what can you do!" A young swordsman waved the long sword in his hand threateningly, "Take your sword back!"

Another guard on the side hurried over to act as a peacemaker, and several people in the guard suppressed their anger to appease their companions. The scene was chaotic for a while, but the atmosphere began to ease.

How could such a good opportunity slip by like this?Flender lowered his head slightly, the shadow of his eyelashes drooping, blocking his cold and indifferent eyes, then, Sasha's city guard, I'm sorry.

The elements of the wind trembled subtly, gathered behind the sword-wielding guards, and suddenly exerted force, pushing him forward. He staggered, let go of the long sword in his hand, and bumped into the young swordsman in the guard who was about to On the retracted long sword, a long cut was made on the arm.

Just escaped from the threat of the long sword, the shocked businessman exclaimed loudly when he saw this, the young guard didn't seem to think that he would really hurt the city defense army, and he was stunned.

After the wounded soldier came to his senses, he was furious, picked up the long sword on the ground, and stabbed the bewildered young man fiercely, but was blocked by another swordsman with quick eyes and hands.The sound of weapons clashing was clear and long, mixed with the terrified screams of businessmen, and the commotion of the crowd became more and more intense.

Flender took this opportunity to use the wind to spread his voice full of shock and fear in all directions, "Look, the city guards have killed people!"

The effect of this sentence was astonishing. The crowd in the back was silent for a few seconds, and then burst into violent discussions and curses.Under this mandatory blockade policy, the civilians have long accumulated grievances. What they need most now is a channel to vent their anger. As for the truth of the news, who cares about such trivial matters?

The tinder had already been sprinkled, and Flender stopped making a sound, and silently listened to the movements around him, using wind magic to amplify some words he needed at the right time.Once the backlog of anger erupts, it is like a flood bursting its embankment, and the consequences are always unimaginable, just like this massive civilian riot.

The scene became more and more chaotic, the caravan guards and city defense forces had officially handed over, and some people were willing to be peacemakers, but in this case, Sasha might not be able to control the situation even if he came in person.

I don't know who yelled first, "Don't worry about those gatekeepers, let's rush out!" After a hundred responses, the dense crowd began to move towards the city gate crazily like a black torrent.

Flender turned his wrist, flipped his long and slender fingers flexibly, and held Sharamon's hand back. His fingertips slid across Sharamon's slightly callused palm, caressing the skin, transferring body temperature, and the tiger's mouth fit perfectly. Leave no gaps.

They were squeezed in the crowd, resisting the pressure from all directions, and moved forward together.

'Ah, little Fran, be careful, I feel like my dear great-great-grandson is around here. '

"Your Majesty, you should also prepare. I am afraid that this time, the decisive battle between your parents that you have been waiting for for a long time is really about to begin." '