Chapter 351 350. The Dawn of Low-level Evil Mage
In a dark cave in the deep area, a very discordant noise is echoing at this moment.
"Help! Help! Let us go!" The tall and thin man and his accomplices, who were tied tightly by mycelium and could hardly move, huddled together like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered, howling in terror.
"Scream! Scream as much as you can! No one will come to save you even if you scream your throat out! Hahaha!" A horrifying inhuman voice rang out, and a brief silence fell in the cave, which was followed by even more shrill cries for parents.
The piglet crossed his arms in disgust, frowning, "So noisy, Boss, do you really have to tease them like this?"
"You're so unromantic!" Although she complained like this, Lin Jun still met the pig's request.
The hallucinogenic spores spread quietly, and the cries in the cave quickly weakened, and soon it became completely quiet, with only heavy breathing and occasional unconscious mumbling left.
After a short period of "processing", a "delicious tall and thin guy" with a strange temptation was freshly baked.
The piglet carefully caught a drop of bright red liquid and put it into his mouth.
The moment the liquid entered the pig's throat, the pig's whole body suddenly shuddered, and it shook as if it had been electrocuted!
She suddenly closed her eyes and tilted her head back, as if savoring some ultimate delicacy, and remained motionless for a long time.
Lin Jun hurriedly asked, "How is it?"
The piglet slowly opened his eyes and looked at the tall and thin man in coma again. His eyes had completely changed. They were so fiery as if he was staring at a rare treasure that was unparalleled in the world!
"Boss," her voice trembled slightly with excitement, "I can say without exaggeration that if we send this person to the Empire, there really might be a powerful duke willing to exchange him for an entire city! Of course, there's a greater chance they'll start fighting over him..."
"Is it really worth that much?" Lin Jun was also surprised.
The pig nodded vigorously, his tone extremely certain: "Boss! This is one-of-a-kind delicious blood!"
Still [Delicious LV8]!
Lin Jun thought about it and felt that this evaluation made a lot of sense.
Several cans were packed in cups engraved with preservation magic and sent back through the Duke's spy network. The items were classified as of the highest importance.
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On the other side, inside the Scarlet Spire.
Sigimund was frowning as he flipped through a book that exuded an ancient atmosphere and was about the nature of the soul and the art of stripping.
On his large desk, books on similar topics were piled up like a mountain.
His newly appointed lieutenant was standing respectfully by his side, reporting on the latest progress in "recruiting users of abyssal magic."
The adjutant who had originally been suspicious of him had already been transferred by Sigismund to be responsible for the tedious and unimportant work of transporting supplies in the rear using a method of promotion in name only and demotion in reality.
The new adjutant knew nothing about the Duke's "abnormality" and instead felt that being able to access core affairs was a great trust.
Sigismund chose to turn a blind eye to the mischievous behavior of his "cohabitant" in his body, who used public resources for personal gain in his name and had to clean up the mess in the end. He endured it temporarily and let the other party do whatever he wanted.
In contrast, as part of this tacit understanding of "non-interference", Lin Jun did not stop Sigimund from looking up this soul knowledge, even though Lin Jun knew that Sigimund wanted to find a way to completely eliminate or at least expel himself, the uninvited guest.
In this strange and fragile balance, the two maintained a "roommate" relationship, taking turns using each other's bodies and carrying out their own plans.
As for the fate of those low-level evil wizards, no one cares.
But in fact, the recruitment plan went unexpectedly smoothly.
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The half-demon Valen wrapped himself tightly in his old wizard robe with frayed edges. His thin face was filled with fatigue and a desperate anxiety. In his sunken eye sockets, his eyes were shining with a strange light because of the recruitment notice he had seen not long ago.
Lord Duke Sigimund...actually openly recruited evil wizards, without even setting a level limit!
This news was like a huge rock thrown into stagnant water, causing huge waves in the circle of low-level evil wizards struggling in the shadow corners of the empire.
Valen decided almost without hesitation that he must go!
Although the profession of evil magician is not banned in the empire like it is in the human kingdom, and is not condemned to death, it does not mean that they can have a good reputation here.
Their endless "glorious deeds" of killing themselves and taking away half of the laboratory or a team of teammates made them nothing more than a group of walking unstable explosive runes in the eyes of most people.
Especially low-level evil wizards.
Most of the evil wizards who can survive and reach a high level have already figured out a relatively reliable method of casting spells, and it is often this group of people that the empire is truly willing to accept and cooperate with.
And Valen is obviously not a high-level evil wizard.
Just last week, he spent almost all his savings to buy seven strong slaves from black market merchants and dragged them back to his secret laboratory.
He was full of confidence and prepared to perform a ritual he had deciphered from a damaged ancient book, which was said to be able to summon and control some evil creature.
The result... was a complete disaster!
The ritual energy completely lost control and backflowed at the last moment. The seven slaves didn't even have time to scream before they exploded.
The laboratory was still filled with the lingering smell of blood, and cleaning up the debris almost made him vomit.
Not only did all the experimental materials go to waste, but even the money to buy new "consumables" was gone.
The creditors had begun knocking on his door, and he knew that if he didn't get the money, his fate would be no better than that of the slaves.
At this desperate moment, he saw the Duke's recruitment order.
Serve the Duke!
This means stable funding, sufficient precious materials, and most importantly, shelter!
As for the danger?
Valen sneered, could it be worse than now?
Dying on the Duke's mission might be better than being captured and enslaved by moneylenders.
As for the possibility that the Duke would take the initiative to trick him, he had never even thought about it!
Even in an environment as dogmatic as the Empire, the public credibility of a big man is still an intangible asset with weight.
A noble Duke would not sacrifice his own reputation just to cheat these insignificant and worthless low-level evil wizards, right?
He is more worried about the competition!
The announcement said there was no limit on the number of people, but it was obvious that the Duke could not possibly support a large group of losers like him.
In the end, only the best or luckiest one or two will remain.
He saw his colleagues around him who had come to register with the same hope as him, and they all had the same vigilance and calculation in their eyes.
No matter what, this is his last chance, and he will definitely grab it!
(End of this chapter)
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