The explosion of Banshee Castle not only shocked the entire powerful class, but also shocked a larger number of civilians. After all, the nobles would not come to clean up the ruins of the streets that were blown into deep pits.

Friedman was originally worried about the war, but he used the explosion to integrate people's hearts, financial resources and authority. He did not care about the ruins of the explosion itself, and only publicized to the outside world that it was not an invasion of evil spirits, but just a destruction of the enemy.

On the second day of the explosion, a coolie team was transferred to the explosion pit. They were responsible for backfilling the huge pit to avoid being hindered.

Everyone who comes to the explosion will be shocked by the destructive power it shows. It even quickly became a scenic spot in the city. No matter men, women, young and old, noble beggars, they all came to take a look and received a spiritual shock education.

This also includes Powell and Johnson.

The two of them came up with a genius idea and used the carriage of the corpse collector to travel through the Buqi family's blockade to purchase goods and smuggle. On the way they went, they saw the dog-headed man repairing a fortress, and when they came back, they found that the blockade was automatically lifted.

But the two of them were not happy for long. When they returned to Banshee Castle, they were caught by Baron Bishop's men and others with goods. It was not uncommon to transport goods by carriages. The success rate was half to half, and it depends on luck.

The two of them were not very lucky, so they went to prison when they entered the city. They were thinking about a plan to make money the next second, but they were imprisoned the next second, but without waiting for too much regret and fear...

With a bang, the prison in the magistrate was blown up by the blown walls and houses collapsed. The prison guards in the prison were either dead or injured, and those who were alive also ran for their lives frantically.

The prison cells that imprisoned the prisoners collapsed in the explosion, and some prisoners were crushed under the mound. Powell and Johnson were desperate to escape, but instead ran out of the prison.

The two lost all their money during this transaction, and they had to worry about continuing to be wanted. But they soon learned that Baron Bishop, who arrested them, was bombed to death, so naturally no one cared about the wanted matter.

"I don't know who did it?" Johnson was an illusionist. He could only surrender the moment he was caught. After escaping, he wanted to come back and see the explosion scene.

"Who else can it be except the monsters in the Black Forest?" Dudu flew back and forth over the deep pit, and fell into the bottom of the pit and took a few steps.

The huge deep pit with a diameter of more than 30 meters is indeed shocking. The residents of the city also plucked up their courage to walk into the deep pit, tilted their heads to feel the strange angle of viewing the sky at the bottom of the pit, and imagined the power of the explosion.

But more people dared to stand by the pit and watch, and scan the ruins around the explosion point that were blasted into white ground. Wooden houses were basically destroyed, and many stone buildings were only charred pillars. The remains of the victims could be found accidentally between the broken walls.

Such power is completely incomprehensible and can only be attributed to miracles.

The curse of the powerful is a sin committed by Victor Hugo and tries to demonize it.

But in the face of absolute power, the ordinary people feel that Your Excellency Hugo is incredibly powerful. As for whether this lord of the North is right or evil, it is actually not important at all, and it can't be beaten anyway.

Next to the explosion pit, a sheriff was shouting loudly with a wooden microphone:

"Look, this is the dried man-eating demon Victor Hugo. He is approaching from the north, trying to destroy our city, plunder our property, and bully our wives and daughters.

This great devil is so evil that it is hard to describe. He colluded with many sinners, used the power of taboos, and also attracted a terrifying army.

If the devil comes, we will lose everything. If we want to survive, we can only resist. Please donate enthusiastically and contribute to the war that will begin."

The sheriff stood on the mound and shouted, and his men held a pallet to look forward to the strange people who raised war military funds.

The noble ladies were happy to pay the money, and some young civil servants could barely lose a few melons and two dates. However, the bottom of the city dodged one after another, and refused to pay a piece of money.

The sheriff also doesn't expect to squeeze out oil and water from these poor people.

The pallet came to Powell and Johnson, and both of them slapped their pockets and said they were penniless. They were really poor, all the goods were confiscated, they didn't make a penny, and they even had a debt full of their butts.

"What should I do now?" Johnson asked.

Powell shook his head at this. He glared at Johnson, discouraged. If this guy hadn't boasted behind his back, he wouldn't have been recommended by the powerful people in the city to smuggle for the second time. However, the way to smuggle was used to collect corpses was chosen by him.

The two of them went back and forth, and the more they went, the poorer they became. What's worse is that the war is really coming, and they don't even have the money to escape. God knows what to do next?

Unpredictable, Johnson had to go back to the Wizard Tower in the city to find someone to borrow some money. He was a spellcaster at least, and although he owed a lot of money, it was easier to make money.

Powell was a spy, but he wanted to leave but couldn't. But the Buche family was preparing for war and recruiting people. He tried to find a way to sneak into the Banshee Castle security guard, which was considered settled.

On the other hand, Zhou Qingfeng knew it the moment he exploded. It was not that he was well-informed, but that everything in front of him turned into static black and white.

Huh...that god appeared again?

When Zhou Qingfeng thought it wouldn't be too big, he heard a sharp female voice scolding, "Victor Hugo, do you know what you did?"

The voice contains the identity of the goddess, the mysterious lady, the current magic goddess "Midnight".

"Dear Mother of Magic, you seem to be angry?"

"A humble mortal, you are becoming more and more disrespectful to me. I am the existence of powerful divine power and the incarnation of the magic net. I have been supporting you, but you are hurting me."

"Midnight" stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, furious, but he should be able to discuss it by listening to the sound. Zhou Qingfeng could only spread his hands, "Your Majesty Goddess, what did I do to hurt you?"

"You created those things that exploded, and their power exceeded the limit that the level nine magic net could bear. I really didn't expect that you, a bastard, had such a powerful force, but you were not of high level.

If you keep going like this, sooner or later, it will be another Karsus. I must do some preventive work."

Karsus was a great arcane in the Netherel era. When he became famous, he invented the "State of Gods", and ended up killing the first generation of magic goddesses.

It sounds a bit dangerous.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but check the amount of his coupons, and asked after a little reassurance: "What is your prevention work? It shouldn't be here to kill me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have talked nonsense for so long."

The tone of "Midnight" changed instantly, and Zhou Qingfeng felt an indescribable gentle body sticking behind him, and his arms wrapped around him and hugged him.

Wait..., I feel a bad feeling.

"Dear Your Majesty, you are..."

"I have been repairing the damaged magic net in the 'Turbulent Year' and admire your talent. But the explosive you created brings great destructive power and creates another dead magic area. How do you think I should punish you?"

Zhou Qingfeng felt that his mind was a little unclear, and he pressed "Midnight" behind him, bringing the feeling of bone-removing and soul-eroding. Under the influence of huge charm, he became weak all over, and only one part was...

"Your Majesty, I have always respected you very much. If you have something to say..." Zhou Qingfeng was very scared. If he upgraded again, the point tickets were really not enough.

"I don't allow you to conduct super-level magic experiments again." "Midnight" whispered.

"no problem."

Just don't let me upgrade.

"I don't allow you to destroy the magic net again." "Midnight" continued to whisper, "Don't hurt me again."

This sounds like the lines of a third-rate dog-blooded love drama. However...

"no problem."

Just don't upgrade.

"Also, I want to build a closer relationship with you."

What does it mean? The sense of unfavorable crisis is getting stronger and stronger.

"You are very open to Wojin. You just like her so much?"

"No, no, I was forced."

"Woking is just weak and divine power, but I am different."

"Yes, yes, yes, your Majesty, you are powerful divine power. You are the incarnation of the Magic Net. Who can compare to you?"

"Close your eyes."

"Why?"

"So you don't see my face."

"Wait...and discuss it again."

"This is a punishment for you."

"No."

An extremely darkness enveloped Zhou Qingfeng's vision and could not see anything. But he knew that he was surrounded by endless magical starry sky, blending with water and milk. After a long time, he got up again with soreness in his waist and back pain...

Damn, the powerful magic power is amazing. I actually upgraded me to three levels in a row!

I'm not alive!
Chapter completed!