(I read everyone¡¯s book reviews, and I feel very guilty. It¡¯s true that everyone kept waiting without knowing the time. I¡¯m really a bit of an asshole. I calculated that there will be about three to four chapters added next week. Please don¡¯t hesitate to tell me which ones you want. God will read the article, I will add more finesse, shame on you.)
Mr. Carmichael was silent for a moment, and then he said again: "Okay, I'm relieved but don't go too far." [bsp; "Okay, I agree to be a witness, but I hope you will exercise some restraint." , add the clause 'no harm to human life' to the oath. Mr. Trimble, do you have any questions?" Mr. Carmichael frowned and shouted.
"Mr. Carmichael, I think you also know very well that it is difficult to control the output power of magic during a duel. I don't want to have any possibility of being harmed and 'perish together'." Deimos looked at the opponent whose face became increasingly gloomy. , and said hurriedly: "But please believe in my sincerity. I know that kind-hearted Oona does not want to see any friend get hurt. I will do my best to control the force."
"Idiot, what I'm worried about is that you will cause trouble for me after something happens!" Mr. Carmichael glanced at Verne, who still had a gentle smile on his face, and shook his head. He didn't think that with Deimos's The strength is comparable to that of a group of crazy manticores.
Afterwards, as the host of the venue, Biffrons tried to persuade him a few more times, but found that it was in vain. He could only sigh and ask the waiters to start cleaning up the venue. At the same time, both Verne and Deimos stretched out their right hands and held each other's hands calmly. Given their current age, they would naturally not engage in any secret tricks.
Then, Mr. Carmichael took out his wand, lightly tapped their hands that were holding each other, and sighed in a deep voice: "Oh, I hope you won't regret it."
Verne smiled slightly and said: "Deimos Trimble, when you lose this duel, are you willing to leave Ona Carmichael's life forever?"
"I wish" Deimos was about to agree, but he suddenly let go of his hand and looked at Verne with a sarcastic look, "You cunning mudblood, I almost fell into your trap. I think you also want me to ask you the same question, right? Hum, if Oona marries in the future" Although he stopped talking, he shrugged complacently, "If you change your surname, wouldn't it mean that you have another Any chance of getting entangled?"
Verne said impatiently: "Well, the 'smart and polite' Mr. Trimble, you go ahead!" He waved his wrist to signal the other party not to interrupt the ceremony.
Deimos squeezed Verne's hand again, thinking that there was absolutely no possibility of losing. He frowned and thought for a while, hoping to find a perfect oath condition. After a long time, he suddenly glanced at Mr. Carmichael and said: "Verne Caedmon, when you lose this duel, are you willing to disappear forever in front of Mr. Taylor Carmichael's granddaughter?" ?¡±
Verne raised his left eyebrow and said, "I do."
In an instant, a slender and dazzling tongue of fire spurted out from Mr. Carmichael's wand, like a hot and bright red metal wire, wrapped around the two hands held by the two.
"Demus Trimble, when you lose this duel, are you willing to disappear forever in front of Mr. Taylor Carmichael's granddaughter?" Verne asked in return.
Deimos smiled proudly and said: "There is no possibility of my defeat, but I am willing!"
The second tongue of fire rushed out of the wand and intertwined with the first, intertwining into a chain of shimmering fire color, tightly curled around their two hands.
After the ceremony, Mr. Carmichael took back his wand, looked at the expressions of the two men, and sighed: "Finally, I must advise you two again," he stared at Verne, "I hope you will follow the duel rules. ', if one side admits defeat or loses its ability to fight back, it is absolutely not allowed to attack again."
Hearing this, Verne and Deimos both nodded in agreement, and the waiters who had left before returned at this moment to report that the duel venue was ready. Afterwards, all the guests at the meeting moved to the atrium and started whispering at the same time.
"Who do you think will win?" A middle-aged man with curly hair and fine clothes asked his friend in a low voice.
"Trimble!" His friend replied with a shrug, "Although I don't like their family, I also know the power of the Trimble family's dark magic, so I think the Muggle wizard is destined to lose. "
"Really? Wenlock, why don't we make a bet" A magnetic voice suddenly interrupted. When the two of them looked back, they saw a middle-aged man with dazzling platinum hair staring at them arrogantly. .
"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, what an honor. I didn't expect you to be interested in our discussion." Wenlock nodded slightly cautiously. He was just an ordinary pure-blood wizard.Although there are some achievements, they are far from comparable to the title of "Malfoy". "You think that Caedmon will win?"
Mr. Malfoy paused his sandalwood cane, smiled calmly, and said, "This is a struggle whose outcome has already been determined."
In the atrium, after coaxing the worried Gage to leave, Verne and Deimos stood ten yards apart. The clouds in the night sky were like gauze, faintly covering the timid and curious Ming Yue's eyes, with a trace of The gap allowed her to secretly take a peek at the wonderful things.
Brushing his slightly scattered hair behind his ears, Deimos looked calm and said, "I remember you are an alchemist. In order to avoid anyone saying that I am bullying, I now allow you to take out your alchemy products." He shook his wand and used his tongue sword, "Otherwise, I'm afraid, this duel will be over in the blink of an eye!"
"I'm also worried that this duel will end in the blink of an eye." Verne did not take out the alchemy tools as instructed, but just stared at the other party indifferently, took out the wand, put it on his chest, and performed an ancient ritual.
Seeing this, Deimos looked serious. Since Verne had chosen to start directly, he had no intention of saying more. The arrogant provocation just now was just a pretense to stir up Verne's calm mood. In fact, he was even more Likes to use hands but not words.
Deimos waved his wand and performed a seemingly fancy etiquette. It was a dueling move that only wizard nobles who had inherited it for many years and had a special magical bloodline knew. It could stimulate the power hidden in the blood and increase the number of people. The concentration and speed of its own magic power.
Seeing this, Mr. Carmichael, who was the witness, frowned slightly. He found that Deimos's behavior at this moment was not as contemptuous as in his words, but was extremely solemn, as if he had come prepared. But now that it has reached this point, Mr. Carmichael has no possibility of stopping it, not to mention that he also trusts Verne's ability. When he saw the two of them holding their wands in front of their chests in a fencing posture, he suddenly With a flick of his fingers, he shot a purple spark into the night sky.
¡°Memento-mo
i)! "Deimos flicked his wand and shot out a black light, launching an offensive first. This was an extremely sinister and rogue black magic move. It was half a killing move and half an illusion. As long as it hit others, it would cause them to suffer violent attacks. Feeling pain and confusion, and falling into the illusion that he is dead, only wizards with extremely strong mental will have a chance to escape the disaster.
In fact, the principle of the "symbol of death" is quite similar to a famous psychological experiment among Muggles. In 1981, a Polish doctor of psychology, Norgren, with the permission of the state, forcibly recruited a murderer on death row, Fedogav, to conduct a scientific study.
Norgren forcibly handcuffed Fedogav to the operating bed and blindfolded him. Then Norgren shouted: "The execution begins!" Then he cut Fedogav's wrist with the back of a knife, which naturally could not cause any wounds. , but Norgeland used the sound of a basin of water dripping into a bucket to simulate the sound of dripping blood to create psychological pressure on the experimenter. As time passed by, Fedogav actually died
Even all of his physical reactions as he was approaching death were the same as symptoms of massive blood loss!
It can be seen that emotional reactions can also be used as a weapon to kill people. People do not need to be physically harmed, and their extremely scary and fearful emotions can push themselves into destruction.
Sadly, even though the "Symbol of Death" has such dangerous and evil effects, because it is still an illusion in nature, due to the malicious advocacy and obstruction of some people, it was not included in the Unforgivable Curse, so it was regarded by those who were decent by nature. The wizards despised it and called it "rogue" magic.
In an instant, the black light almost disappeared in the dark night, cut through the void, and shot towards Verne rapidly, causing the onlookers to exclaim in unison.
Almost at the same time as the exclamation ended, before Verne could react, he felt his ankle tighten. Unknowingly, two earth claws caught him, and in the next moment he was also grabbed by Deimos. The magic he cast hit him in the chest!