Chapter 959: Turn a blind eye

Everyone may be able to tap the blackboard with the blackboard eraser when the teacher is in class, so that the students below can keep quiet memory.

That kind of anxious, hysterical shouting made the teacher on the podium no longer graceful, and also made the atmosphere in the whole classroom full of opposition and disharmony.

But at this moment, Alves' state is going to appear a lot more elegant. He just stood there, in a not high-pitched tone, and said something full of threats to Herman.

He seemed to be talking about a trivial matter, but this trivial matter, to Herman's ears, was definitely not a trivial matter.

In the next second, I felt my hair standing upside down, as if Herman was being stared at by a behemoth. He immediately slapped the table instinctively, and yelled, "Shut up all to me." !"

Obviously, the effect of a student representative shouting in class to shut up my mouth is obviously more lethal than the teacher's shouting.

It doesn't matter whether he is a top school leader or not, how much prestige he has in the class. Everyone will stop blankly and look at this classmate who is yelling like a fool.

At this time, Herman's shout was just like this. Everyone stopped making noise and looked at Herman dumbly, wondering why he would bother everyone to vent their dissatisfaction.

He was embarrassed himself, he could only stand there, enjoying the gaze of so many people, without knowing what he should say for a while.

After all, he was just a subconscious reaction in a hurry. Now that he calmed down, he didn't know whether Alves was only intimidating him, or whether it was true.

"Do you think I'm joking with you? I have a lot of work to do every day, too much for you to imagine." Alves said impatiently, his tone full of condescending.

This may be his usual attitude when talking to his subordinates, the attitude a magician should have.

Although the magician does not continue to surpass the mortal now, any strong man who possesses a strong power will have such a proud factor in his own blood and bones.

Even in the earth civilization, a half-god and half-immortal who can live for hundreds of years and master some spells will feel a little bit of superiority when facing ordinary people, isn't it?

Perhaps, this familiar tone gave Herman a familiar feeling. He shivered, bent over and lowered his head subconsciously, making a submissive look.

At this moment, Herman, a clumsy nobleman, finally remembered where this familiar feeling came from.

When the demon invaded before, those demon commanders talked to him in this way, and he could only make this kind of submissive action to save his life.

He betrayed those nobles who were unwilling to surrender, and sacrificed the flesh and blood of many commoners. Only then did he preserve his glory and wealth, and possess the status and glory of today.

And his ancestors before, the gene for the condescending and kneeling of the magician was also deeply buried in his body, making him involuntarily revealing servility, looking so wretched.

"You, what did you just say..." In the end, Herman decided to test it out and see if he could find his place.

Although he is a little guilty, he still knows some of the laws of the Airanhill Empire. He knows that his status is the same as the magician in front of him, and the other party does not dare to blatantly use magic to burn it here. A mortal died.

In other words, even if the other party wants to do something, they will not be so reckless. You can still sit down and talk, talk about interests and other things, and give each other a step.

Unfortunately, he still underestimated the determination of the Ailan Hill Empire to control the southern region, and underestimated the pride of a long-standing magician.

"I don't have time to play with you, so I plan to solve the problem now." Yarves said, while motioning to a guard who had been standing behind him, and put the paper and pen that had been prepared on the table. .

"Write down the location where you hide the gold coins, and leave a way to contact the private army..." he said, pushing the paper with his hand, pushing the paper into the middle of the table, and commanding: "If you don't write, don't Blame me, you're welcome!"

"You're welcome? You're welcome? What can you do?" A fat nobleman had already shouted at Herman's just now, and the atmosphere suddenly quieted down. He patted the table hard and asked loudly.

This nobleman is really confident, because he also thinks that Alves looks strong, but in fact he dare not do anything excessive to them!

But, unfortunately, he was wrong. In this place, the price of being wrong is to pay one's own life.

Just as he was arrogantly planning to continue snarling at Alves, he felt his mouth suddenly dry up.

It was like being in the desert. He felt very thirsty, and his whole tongue felt like a salted fish exposed to the sun.

He felt that his mouth had lost consciousness, so he grabbed the wooden water cup in front of him, poured the boiled water that he had previously disliked was not clean enough, and poured it into his mouth in one breath.

Because of the excessive movements and the reasons why his hands were not very obedient, some water even poured onto his face, slid down his cheeks, onto his sturdy neck, and poured in along his neck. In his expensive hand-sewn clothes.

When a full glass of cold water poured into his mouth, the fat nobleman found that his mouth still felt dry. He grabbed another person's water glass and poured it into his mouth again.

It's a pity that when he was doing all this, his whole person was a little tranced, so his movements had begun to deform, and the whole glass of water was poured on his face.

"What... did you do to me?" He asked Alves vaguely, because behind him, a huge magic circle was shining strangely.

At this moment, he can no longer care about his own image, and he no longer has the arrogant courage. He struggled to grab another glass of water and fell desperately on his face.

"What did you do to him?" Herman recalled at this time, his ancestors' fear of magicians. It was a kind of awe of the gods, a kind of fear from the heart.

There are not only demons in this world that can easily kill a person, so can magicians.

After Herman questioned, he found that Alves didn't mean to answer his question at all, so he quickly turned his head and looked at the fat nobleman on the other side.

Of course he knows each other. This fat man is his loyal follower. The personal relationship between the two is very good, and of course they are also very similar in personality. They are the kind of ruthless people who are unscrupulous for the sake of wealth, and they are also unscrupulous "Grande".

However, when he looked at the familiar fat man, he found that the other person's body was already a whole circle thinner than what he was familiar with before.

That huge, plump body, I don't know why, is collapsing little by little, as if the fat inside was "fried" in a frying pan.

Of course, the reason for describing it this way is because Herman really saw that white, meaty smoke was evaporating from the side of the familiar fat nobleman.

"Water...Help, help! Water, give me water..." The fat man didn't know if it was a glorious or extraordinary performance. He jumped up and climbed onto the table, grabbed one glass after another, and poured the water regardless. Covered his own face.

It's a pity that he splashed a cup of water and still failed to alleviate the disaster he was encountering. Soon, black smoke came out of his mouth, and the fat and ugly face was twisted and turned red, and then burned through by the flames tumbling inside.

He was ignited alive by the flame in his body, no matter how he struggled or rolled, the flame still swallowed his body, roasting his internal organs and his fat into a burst of fragrance.

This may be a more cruel way of death, in full view, a lively person was roasted into a shriveled corpse.

Seeing that the fat man, who might have weighed three hundred jins, now turned into a mummy-like corpse, Herman suddenly felt a stray wind blowing behind him, making him stiff with fright.

"Oh..." When the fat man's corpse was finally paralyzed and stopped moving on the table, a young nobleman finally couldn't stand it, bowed his head and retched.

He hasn't eaten anything yet because he dislikes that not an exquisite breakfast. As a result, there was nothing in his stomach to vomit, so he could only retching and some stomach acid came out.

His vomiting voice echoed in the quiet room, and Princess Jessica, who had closed her eyes a long time ago, frowned and said not to do this next time, then turned and left her seat and walked out of the barracks.

Alves bowed slightly and sent the imperial concubine away. Then he turned his head and looked at a room of pale old nobles and old bureaucrats, and asked: "Now, the problem is simple. You are ready to die. ?"

"Crack..." With a sudden rubbing sound, Herman pulled the chair beside him and sat back at the table.

Without hesitation, he grabbed a piece of white paper in the distance, grabbed a pen, and wrote down the place where he hid his property as quickly as possible.

Because his fingers were trembling all the time, he made frequent mistakes, and from time to time he wiped the sweat dripping on his forehead with his hand. But he never stopped, didn't dare to neglect even for a second.

"Squeak... Squeak..." After a brief stupefaction, everyone pulled on the chairs beside them, snatched the white paper on the table, and turned a blind eye to the corpse of the companion who had been roasted alive into mummy in the middle of the table.