Chapter 49： Tentative

"My name is Frenzberg, you guessed it, I am indeed a great magician." Frenzberg smiled and nodded, then raised the picture of Chris in his hand. Improve the drawing of the steam engine: "Did you draw this?"

"One part is, the other part is painted by Gurlo and Diens." Chris started talking nonsense. He was afraid to admit that these drawings were drawn by himself, and the other party would immediately kill him, strangling industrial civilization in the cradle.

Ignoring Chris's lies, Frenzberg felt as if he was in a huge treasure house. He looked at everything in this study curiously, and found that the tools and furnishings here are so pleasing to the eye.

"Oh, sorry, this is my apprentice, William." Frentzberg pointed to William who was standing next to him and was always alert to Chris and introduced: "We are here to see you. , And then take you back to the magic empire."

"I'm afraid my subjects don't want me to leave." Chris knew that things might be developing in an uncontrollable direction, so he unconsciously shook the pistol even more tightly.

"You don't know anything about us! Mr. Chris!" As if hearing something funny, Frenzberg laughed: "You leave with me, it's good for the mortals here and for yourself. ."

"You are the same to me! Don't you? Mr. Frenzberg?" Chris didn't know what his opponent had, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

He didn't know whether the other party would make himself fall asleep with just one look, or just use a gesture to make the blood in his body boil.

Before crossing, he really liked magical novels, he saw too many imaginations that made people's minds open. Only in the world of industrial civilization, people's curiosity and desire for magic are really too big to describe.

What if the two guys in front of them can block bullets with magic barriers? What if the opponent has any mass destruction magic such as the impact of a thousand miles of frozen flames?

Chris’ mind quickly turned many terrible magics, as well as those familiar powerful magicians: they can instantly turn a pistol into a poisonous snake, and can instantly vaporize everyone and objects around them with the high temperature...Anyway, He didn't know how powerful the two magicians in front of him were.

Therefore, he didn't even dare to raise the pistol in his hand, because he really had no certainty that he could kill the two infiltrating magicians in front of him before the two magicians violently violently kill him.

"Come with me to the Holy Demon Empire and serve the Holy Demon Empire. You will be able to get whatever you want." Frenzberg pointed to the stacks of drawings in the study, and promised Chris: "Power , Status, woman, money..."

"When you come back, the people here will worship you like gods! Creeping under your feet." He took a step forward and got closer to Chris: "You will become the greatest scholar in the Holy Demon Empire. , I can even guarantee that you will be on an equal footing with the Great Mage!"

"This is really a solicitation full of temptation." Chris took a step back subconsciously and kept his distance from Frenzberg: "However, what you said, I can already have it here."

"So... lifespan?" The great magician Frenzberg showed a confident look on his face, staring into Chris' eyes, and asked: "In the Holy Demon Empire, you can come into contact with the breath of magic, it It can help you delay aging... live to be 100 years old, or even longer."

"I x... this is amazing!" Chris heard Frenzberg say this, suddenly felt that the world was really more magical than he thought. If a person can prolong his lifespan, then it seems to him to be more tempting to fight for hegemony in the world.

Chris, who was already stunned, was temporarily suppressed by temptation. He looked at the two magicians on the opposite side, and counterattacked: "Well, it is better for me to recruit you. I will give you what you want, And how about you being loyal to me?"

"Ha ha ha ha." Frenzberg seemed to hear something funny, and chuckled: "No mortal can serve a mage! You want to get the allegiance of a great mage?"

Chris shook his head and said more confidently: "I think the magician is not a god. After you talked with me for so long, I am more and more sure of this... You are also humans. Since you are humans, then you Have desires, talk about what you want, maybe I can give you something?"

Desire... the word makes Frenzberg feel a little strange. Of course he also has desires, but this word has been packaged by him into another better name: "ideal".

He was disturbed by these weird drawings and books in the room. He didn't know why, but he really believed that the young man in front of him was capable of helping him realize his lifelong ideals.

"You are a mortal, dare you say that you can satisfy our desires?" Behind Frentzberg, William sneered and asked, "It's just you? And these broken drawings all over the wall?"

"What can magic give you?" Chris felt that even if he couldn't recruit the two magicians in front of him, it would be worthwhile to get some news about the magical world.

So he asked what he was interested in, what magic can bring to people: "Magic can kill people? Can make people fly? That's all?"

"Magic can allow us to touch the true meaning of this world! It can allow us to control the truth of this world!" Frenzberg apparently has more depth than William, and replied.

"These drawings of mine can too!" Chris smiled and followed Frenzberg's words: "I can also use these to tell you the truth of the world, even closer to the truth than the theories you have come into contact with before. Nature!"

Although, talking about science closer to the essence of things in a magical world is indeed a bit too self-confident. But now Chris, who is peddling scientific views, can't take care of so much. He has to say what he believes in well enough to infect the other party.

"You are... crazy!" Frenzberg looked at Chris and gave a comment he thought was more relevant: "Do you think these things of yours can also make a person fly?"

He just heard Chris talk about taking off, and now he continues to follow the topic of Chris. This was induced by Chris, but he didn't know it yet. After all, it is a great thing for a magician to allow people to fly in the sky.

A great great magician can let himself fly into the sky, but it will waste too much mana. Doing so is not worth the gain, so most magicians are still more willing to act on the ground.

This is also the reason why the Holy Demon Empire formed a dragon knight force to allow dragon knights to complete aerial combat missions: those magical creatures can fly in the sky better, which is much more convenient than humans.

"It's not difficult for people to fly in the sky." Chris looked at each other and said confidently. He has no reason to be unconfident, because as long as the planet has its own atmosphere, as long as it still conforms to the basic earth atmosphere, then he has a way to let people fly in the sky.

Not only that, he can also let hundreds of people fly into the sky together. As long as a large civil airliner can be produced and 300 people can fly into the air together, it is not a fuss-worthy thing.

"Nonsense! Just talk!" William was already a little impatient. He stared at Chris, always thinking that Chris was brewing some conspiracy. However, without the teacher's permission, he did not use magic immediately.

Chris glanced at the irritable William, ignored the other party's provocation, and continued to say to Frenzberg: "Magic can kill people, we all know... But, can you kill me in one breath? Me? The technology can be!"

He is testing, he is testing the opponent's attack speed, or preparation time. If the other party cannot kill Chris immediately, then he has time to struggle. He hides the temptation in the words and throws it to the other party.

"I can't kill you in one breath, I admit it, but you say you can kill us in one breath. It's a bit too confident." Frenzberg didn't realize that he had exposed a lot. Stuff, still answered Chris's words very honestly.

From entering the house until now, he has been looking at Chris and found that the other party is not leaning against the saber hanging on the wall, so he still firmly believes that the current Chris is a mortal who does not have the ability to fight back.

Once Chris wants to rush to him, he can wrap his hands in flames to deal with the opponent's melee attacks. No one dares to touch the flame, so no one can provoke a magician in close combat.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief: Since the opponent can't kill him within two seconds, then he has a chance to fight back. The kind of magic that can evaporate others with one look does not seem to exist in this world.

So he finally felt the feeling that fate had returned to his hands, and it felt very comfortable.

In the next second, Chris showed his pistol from behind, pointed at the two magicians in the room with a black-hole muzzle, and said: "Look... now, I don't need a breath, I just In the blink of an eye, it can cause trouble to the two of you."