Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0049 Test
"My name is Franzberg. You guessed it right. I am indeed a great magician." Franzberg smiled and nodded, then raised the blueprint of an improved steam engine drawn by Chris in his hand and said, "Did you draw this?"
"Part of it was drawn by Gurlo and Deans, and the other part was drawn by Gurlo and Deans." Chris began to talk nonsense. He was afraid that if he admitted that these drawings were drawn by him, the other party would kill him immediately and strangle industrial civilization in its cradle.
Ignoring Chris's lies, Frunzberg felt as if he was in a huge treasure house. He looked around the study room curiously and found that the tools and furnishings were all very pleasing to the eye.
"Oh, excuse me, this is my apprentice, William." Frunzberg pointed to William standing next to him, who had been keeping a wary eye on Chris, and introduced him, "We are here to meet 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 a direction that he could not control, so he subconsciously tightened his grip on the pistol in his hand.
"You know nothing about us, Mr. Chris!" Frundsberg laughed as if he had heard something funny. "If you leave with me, it will be good for the mortals here and for yourself."
"You do the same to me! Isn't that right, Mr. Franzberg?" Chris didn't know what methods his opponent had, so he didn't dare to act rashly.
He didn't know whether the other party could make him fall asleep with just a look, or make the blood in his body boil with just a gesture.
Before he traveled through time, he really liked magic novels. He had read so many novels that opened up his mind. Only in the world of industrial civilization, people's curiosity and desire for magic was so great that it was hard to describe.
What if the two guys in front of me can use magic barriers to block bullets? What if the other party has some kind of large-scale destructive magic such as ice and fire shock?
Many terrible magic spells and those powerful magicians that are familiar to everyone flashed through Chris's mind: the one who can turn a pistol into a poisonous snake in an instant, the one who can instantly vaporize all people and objects around with 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 confidence that he could kill the two magicians who had sneaked in before they suddenly attacked and killed him.
"Come with me to the Holy Demon Empire and serve the Holy Demon Empire, and you will be able to get anything you want." Frunzberg pointed to the piles of drawings in the study and promised Chris: "Power, status, women, money..."
"When you come back, the people here will worship you like a god! They will crawl at your feet." He took a step forward, got closer to Chris and said, "You will become the greatest scholar in the Holy Demon Empire. I can even guarantee that you can be on par with the great magician!"
"This is really a tempting offer." Chris subconsciously took a step back and kept a distance from Frundsberg: "But, I can already have everything you said here."
"So... what about lifespan?" Great Magician Frunzberg showed a confident look on his face. He stared into Chris' eyes and asked, "In the Holy Demon Empire, you can be exposed to the aura of magic, which can delay your aging... and allow you to live to 100 years old, or even longer."
"Fuck... this is amazing!" Chris heard what Franzberg said, and suddenly felt that the world was more magical than he thought. If a person could extend his lifespan, then it seemed that conquering the world would be more tempting for him.
Chris, whose heart was already pounding, temporarily suppressed his fear due to the temptation. He looked at the two magicians opposite him and counterattacked: "Why not, it would be better for me to recruit you. I will give you what you want, and you, be loyal to me, how about that?"
“Hahaha.” Frundsberg chuckled as if he had heard something funny. “No mortal can command a wizard! How dare you dream of gaining the loyalty of a great wizard?”
Chris shook his head and said more confidently: "I think that magicians are not gods. You and I have been talking for so long, and I am more and more certain of this... You are also human beings. Since you are human beings, you have desires. Tell me what you want. Maybe I can give it to you."
Desire… This word seemed strange to Franzberg. Of course, he also had desire, but he packaged this word into another better-sounding name: "ideal".
He was distracted by the strange drawings and books in the room. For some reason, he really believed that the young man in front of him had the ability to help him realize his lifelong dream.
"How dare you, a mortal, say you can satisfy our desires?" Behind Frundsberg, William sneered and asked, "Just you? And these tattered blueprints covering 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 information about the magic world.
So he asked about what he was interested in, what magic could bring to people: "Can magic kill people? Can it 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!" Franzberg, who was obviously more profound than William, answered.
"My drawings can do the same!" Chris continued with a smile, "I can also use them to tell you the true meaning of this world. They are even closer to the truth and the essence than the theories you have come across before!"
Although, in a magical world, talking about science being closer to the essence of things is indeed a bit too confident. But Chris, who is now selling scientific views, can't care about so much. He must speak well enough about what he firmly believes in in order to infect others.
"You are really... crazy!" Franzberg looked at Chris and gave what he thought was a fair evaluation: "Do you think these things of yours can make a person fly?"
He just heard Chris talking about flying, so he followed Chris 's topic. He was being induced by Chris, but he didn't know it yet - after all, being able to make people fly in the sky is also a great thing for a magician.
A great magician could fly into the sky, but it would waste too much mana. It was not worth the effort, so most magicians preferred to operate on the ground.
This is also the reason why the Holy Demon Empire formed a dragon knight unit and let the dragon knights complete aerial combat missions: those magical creatures can fly in the sky better, which is much more convenient than humans.
"It's not difficult to make people fly in the sky." Chris looked at the other person and said confidently. He had no reason not to be confident, because as long as this planet still had its own atmosphere and as long as it still met the basic state of the earth's atmosphere, he would have a way to make people fly in the sky.
Not only that, he can also make hundreds of people fly into the sky together. As long as a large civil airliner can be produced, it is not something to be surprised about if 300 people can take off together.
"Nonsense! You're talking nonsense!" William was already a little impatient. He stared at Chris, always feeling that Chris was plotting something. However, without the teacher's permission, he did not use magic immediately.
Chris glanced at the irritated William, ignored his provocation, and continued to say to Frundsberg: "We all know that magic can kill people... But can you kill me within one breath? My skills can!"
He was testing the opponent's attack speed, or preparation time. If the opponent could not kill Chris immediately, then he would have time to struggle - he hid this test in his words and threw it to the opponent.
"I admit that I can't kill you within one breath, but you are a little too confident when you say you can kill us within one breath." Franzberg didn't realize that he had exposed a lot of things, and still answered Chris's words very honestly.
From the moment he entered the house until now, he has been watching Chris and found that the other party did not lean towards the sword hanging on the wall, so he still firmly believed that Chris was now a mortal who had no ability to fight back and was at his mercy.
If Chris wanted to rush towards him, he could wrap his hands in flames to deal with the opponent's close combat - no one dared to touch the fire, so no one could provoke a magician in close combat.
Chris was somewhat relieved: since the other party couldn't kill him within two seconds, he would have a chance to fight back. The kind of magic that could evaporate someone with just a glance didn't seem to exist in this world.
So he finally felt that his destiny was back in his hands, and that feeling made him feel very comfortable.
The next second, Chris pulled out his pistol from behind, pointed the black muzzle at the two magicians in the room, and said, "Look... now, I don't need a breath. I can cause trouble to you two in just a blink of an eye."
