William was thinking and his saliva was almost flowing out.

Suddenly, "Da...Da...Da..." The rapid sound of horse hooves came from below, interrupting William Piaofei's thoughts.

William looked down and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a guard riding on a dark horse and galloping outside the castle.

No one stood up to stop the castle guards along the way, but instead respectfully gave up the road. It can be seen that the middle-aged man in the guard has a low status in the castle.

"Master, Master, this man's heart is about to break open." The magic mirror swept down and noticed the abnormality of the middle-aged man in the guard and reported to William.

"My heart is about to break open? Oh, did you suffer any harm?" William said casually after hearing the words of Magic Mirror.

This attitude is normal.

As William becomes stronger and stronger, ordinary people are no longer in his horizons, and the magic radiation on his body will become higher and higher, and the impact on others will become greater and greater.

If his strength is strong enough to a certain extent, the creatures that stay by his side for a long time may be radiated by his magic and transformed into a creature similar to a family, driven and controlled by him.

Just like the dragon in Western mythology.

"Master, Master, this person's body has not detected the damage of external forces, and the heart is cracked due to other reasons." The magic mirror has no human emotions, and it is still the same as before, and it is also formally answered William's question.

"Oh, what's the reason?" William asked with a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes.

"Master, Master, he suffered too much psychological pain, which caused the physical heart to crack." The magic mirror told William the result it detected.

"What do you mean is that he is heartbroken to the point of heartbreak?" William was stunned when he heard the answer, and then asked.

"Yes, master!" Magic Mirror said concisely.

"Haha..." William showed a strange smile on his face. "In his previous life, I always heard that he had broken a heart, and one of them was so sad that his heart was broken."

"Tsk tsk tsk... I thought it was just a literary exaggeration, but I didn't expect that I was really heartbroken to the heartbreaking field. It was really... the ancients really didn't deceive me!" William shook his head and talked to himself.

The wind blew beside him.

William developed a little interest in him.

"Where did he come out from the Magic Mirror?" William asked.

The magic mirror began to trace the origin, and soon it found the answer from the smell left by the man. When the mirror flashed, it passed a picture into William's mind.

It was a luxurious room with a fireplace and a depressing desolation.

In the center of the room is a luxurious large bed.

A sick old man covered himself with a valuable velvet quilt, and from time to time there was a violent cough like a fan, as if he would die at any time.

The same is true for the Magic Mirror.

"Master, this old man is the grand duke of this principality, Hasma XI. Judging from his physical condition, he is almost dead and cannot last long!"

"Oh!" William responded without comment, not caring much. The power among mortals is not surprising to him now, just like the sand and stones on the roadside.

Just like when he learned about the existence of a supernatural system like a wizard, he gave up a large area of ​​territory without any nostalgia and embarked on the road of pursuing power.

Because William knew very well that even if he had no power, no matter how large his territory was, it would be like the sand sculptures on the beach. Once the sea water rose, it would be damaged to pieces.

"The previous wave dies, will the next wave catch up? Then is this guard going to find Hasma XI's successor?" William's interest was still on the middle-aged man's guard, "But why is he heartbroken?"

William felt a deep sense of curiosity in his heart, and when he thought, he disappeared from the spot.

Only a big and round moon hung high in the horizon, quietly sprinkling cold light to the earth.

In Greek mythology, Artemis, the twin sister of the sun god Apollo, is the god of the moon, the goddess of hunting, and is also the mistress of the beast and the female lord of the wilderness, one of the twelve main gods of Olympus.

The clergy is vast and the authority is amazing.

But the original Lord of Holy Light overturned the old god zodiac. Is that moon god still there?

Where is the sun god Apollo?

Where is the God King Zeus?

Also, who is the Lord of the Holy Light and where did he come from?

These thoughts flashed through William's mind and dissipated as his voice disappeared.

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In the south of Salzburg, there is a brightly lit blacksmith shop.

The middle-aged male guard stayed here. After tied up the horses, he squeezed in from the door of the blacksmith shop, which was narrower and shorter than the conventional gate, and saw a dwarf man who was only half the height of the middle-aged male guard and had a beard as dense as a forest.

The dwarf man was drunk and drowsy. His strong and powerful right hand held a large hammer that was not commensurate with his height, and hit a fiery red sword embryo one after another.

"Karas!" the middle-aged guard man said in a low voice.

"Henry, it's so late, why do you have time to take care of my blacksmith shop? Is your prince's new thing to me for building? Haha, only my skills in the whole Salzburg can satisfy your prince's all kinds of strange hobbies!" The dwarf man glanced at the middle-aged man's guard and continued to use iron tools, saying loudly.

Although he was short, his voice was loud and loud, as dull as the sound of a drumbeat.

"It's not the request of His Highness the Prince! It's me!" The middle-aged male guard Henry took a step forward, leaned forward, and stared at the dwarf blacksmith Carras.

Henry once heard from his learned prince that Karas was likely to have the blood of some strange races of ancient times, so he had an innate talent in blacksmithing.

There is no blacksmith in Salzburg who has better skills than his.

As long as you can tell, he can help you create it.

Of course, I have never been polite in terms of price.

"You? This is really rare! Well, since your prince has earned so many gold coins for me and bought a lot of strong liquor, I can give you a friendly price! Tell me, what do you want, sword? Or spear? Or dagger? Or something else." Karas put the hammered sword embryo in cold water, and the heat and cold alternated, and a sizzling sound suddenly appeared, and a white mist appeared.

"None of them! Carras, I ask you to help me build iron hoops! Three iron hoops!" Henry said with a serious expression.
Chapter completed!