Volume 1: The Rise of Elanhill Chapter 0050 Method
"What is this? A mechanism? It's so small, what can it do?" Franzberg looked at the small pistol. Although he felt the danger, he still asked back without much concern.
"It? It can make a loud noise, which can attract the guards outside to rush in. It can also allow a bullet to rush towards the target at an extremely fast speed and make a hole in the target!" Chris seemed to have more confidence as he held the pistol.
He stared at the two magicians, afraid that they would do something dangerous. His eyes jumped back and forth between their hands and mouths, guarding against them chanting spells or suddenly bursting into flames from their hands.
"We have defensive magic that can resist sword attacks!" Frundsberg said confidently, "Your weapons can't hurt magicians! Mortals, no matter how hard they struggle, are just mortals!"
"Bang!" Chris didn't intend to give them any chance. When the other party said that he had defensive magic, he pulled the trigger. Before Frunzberg finished speaking, he saw the object in Chris's hand flashing coldly.
Almost subconsciously, Franzberg used up all his magic power to defend against the opponent's possible attack, but he was still too slow, because the bullet flew towards William behind him at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
William also realized the danger, it was a sharp instinctive reaction. He moved away from his previous position and used magic to form a shield to wrap around his body as much as possible.
Unfortunately, everything he did seemed to be in vain. His slight movement was not enough to avoid the bullet. Before his magic had time to wrap around his face, the bullet had already flown past his face.
Then, like a sharp knife, the bullet cut off the hair behind William's ear, leaving a scratch on his ear, and then flew away and hit the wall behind William, leaving a bullet hole with slight cracks around it.
"..." Frunzberg didn't say anything. At that moment, he seemed to see the god of death strangling his throat. He wanted to say something, but he could n't. Originally, he simulated the attack mode of the cannon and developed a very powerful ultra-high-speed long-range attack method, but just now he saw a mortal using the same trick, and it looked simpler...
William did not speak either. He felt a burning pain in his ears. It was the first time he had witnessed such a terrifying ultra-high-speed attack. He did not even have time to prepare before the opponent's attack had already passed through his body.
Chris adjusted the muzzle of his pistol. He had to admit that William was really lucky. Chris originally wanted to kill William with one shot, and then shoot at Frundsberg immediately, but unfortunately - he missed...
He fired a shot that was off target, and the bullet flew by William's ear. But at the same time, Chris also proved one thing, that is, the magicians' defense was far from being as unbreakable as he imagined.
"Gulp..." Frunzberg swallowed his saliva and finally came out of his shock. His magic defense had just taken shape, but then he dispersed the insignificant magic shield. He knew that this magic could not stop such a powerful "point attack", and keeping the magic defense was just a waste of his magic power.
But he also had his own ideas, and then he said with all his might: "I have seen your cannons, and they can only fire one shell at a time! You have already fired once, and it will be troublesome to launch such an attack again, right?"
William also realized that such an attack seemed unlikely to last, so he calmed down and prepared to use magic to regain his ground.
Chris tilted the gun again and pulled the trigger: "Bang!"
This time he deliberately chose a crooked angle and fired his second bullet, which passed William at a farther distance and hit the wall behind him again.
Before it hit the wall, it accidentally shot away the half-burnt candle on the candlestick at the door, which had the magical effect of showing off its marksmanship. Frunzberg turned sideways and saw the candle being shot away by the bullet. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
His previous guess was indeed correct. Ailan Hill did have more and better weapons. He had just guessed the opponent's strength as best as he could. But in the end, he still found that he had underestimated these mortals.
These mortals now can compete with magicians. Even if both sides are well prepared, mortals can still kill magicians - this is a topic that Frundsberg would never even think about before, but he must face it now.
"Let's try! See how many bullets I have left!" Chris's confidence has completely returned. Since the other party didn't kill him immediately, it seems that they can't kill him! And now he is holding a pistol, so he is naturally capable of killing the old man and the young man in front of him.
"I think I still have four chances. Each of you can take two shots..." Chris shook the pistol in his hand and gave an interesting choice: "Or, are you willing to be loyal to me?"
Before Frunzberg and William could say anything, the door to Chris's study was knocked open. A dozen guards with pistols rushed in, pointing their Colt pistols at the two magicians who broke into Seris.
William, who had just learned how powerful the weapons in these people's hands were, found himself being pointed at by several pistols at the same time, and he swallowed nervously. He wanted to move his position, but found that he didn't even have the courage to move.
The last time he was in such an embarrassing situation was when he faced the great magician Lassen. At that time, he still had the courage to use his magic, but this time, he didn't even dare to move a finger.
The guards who rushed in didn't know who they were surrounding, but they knew that the person who suddenly passed all the checkpoints and sneaked into the Grand Duke's study must be no simple character. So they carefully kept their distance and surrounded the two people in the middle.
The captain of the guard held a pistol and took two of the best guards with him. He blocked Chris behind him and turned back to ask softly, "Your Majesty...are you okay?"
"I am willing to stay here ! I will be loyal to you!" Frunzberg said suddenly without waiting for Chris to speak: "I can disperse my magic power, turn into an ordinary old man, stay here... Under your guidance, I will approach the truth of this world."
"Yes, I am willing to do so too!" William also felt that it would be better not to worry about the magician's reserve at this time. The situation was stronger than the person, so it was better to honestly save his own life first, which was the best choice.
This was truly a failed assassination attempt. Chris put away his gun and looked at the old man and the young man in front of him with interest, thinking that these "nerds who have become stupid because of their spiritual practice" were sometimes quite cute.
"Now, tell me what exactly you are here for. I don't think you were sent by the Holy Demon Empire, am I right?" Chris pulled out a chair and sat down, fiddling with the Colt revolver in his hand, and asked.
"We wanted to come here on our own." Frunzberg smiled bitterly and replied, "If the Holy Demon Empire comes to trouble you, you will know what disaster is. Even if only one dragon knight flies over your castle, you will be dead."
"I really don't want to go to war with the Holy Demon Empire, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of the dragon knights." Chris tapped his fingers on the textbook he had written halfway, which was his habit when he was thinking. While tapping, he looked out the window at the 30mm caliber anti-aircraft gun covered with canvas on the city wall in the distance, and said confidently: "Besides, a dragon coming to my castle to cause trouble is not enough!"
"Okay, now let's talk about you! I don't have any magicians under my command. It's fine if you are willing to be loyal to me, but I think... it's not easy to guarantee your loyalty." Chris pointed at the two people in front of him: "You are more like my captives. Your loyalty is really questionable."
"Besides! I have never seen a magician, so I cannot judge how dangerous you are, and I have no experience using magicians... Can you... or are you willing to, prove your effectiveness?" Chris thought for a moment and added, "Use peaceful methods! I don't want to kill anyone."
"You don't want to kill anyone, and neither do we..." William looked at the black muzzles of the guns around him and shouted loudly in his heart. Chris's crisis had been resolved, but the crisis of the two mages was far from resolved.
"Along the way, I saw many books that popularized knowledge..." Frunzberg, who was obviously more prepared, showed the role of experience at a critical moment. His existence fully proved that the old ones are still the best.
He slowly spoke out his thoughts: "I was wondering why Ailan Hill is still using such a primitive and backward method to pass on knowledge? Since you don't have a better way, why not... use our magicians'?"
"Do you have a better way to transfer knowledge?" Chris was no longer so calm when he heard this. If there was really a way to improve the efficiency of knowledge transfer, then he could popularize the knowledge in his mind to many people in a very short time.
He will have countless helpers and followers who are truly loyal to his modern industrial civilization. With these talents, he can realize industrialization faster and quickly build Ailan Hill into an industrial empire.
"Of course!" Frundsberg nodded: "The solution is in my apprentice's backpack!"
