Chapter 117 116. Fireball

Having something thrown in the face.

Count Stesa has never encountered such a situation in his life.

His family is rich and noble.

They hired the most nurturing teachers to educate their children, but these teachers did not dare to touch the children.

And after childhood, when he was the easiest to educate, he represented the face of the Stesa family.

Who dares to slap such a nobleman in the face?

He had never even seen such an action, because no one dared to get angry with his subordinates in front of the earl.

What if this behavior is considered erratic? Does anyone want to risk their own future?

So the moment Stesa was slapped away, he was completely stunned.

But he instinctively knew that this was a method that did not focus on physical harm, but instead focused on attacking dignity and personality.

What he felt first was not anger, but absurdity.

Fear preceded anger and spread in his heart.

The smile solidified.

The Earl looked up in surprise and could only see Lan En's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter.

The closer he got to the door, the more the fear in his heart was transformed into anger and violence.

Stesa felt a heat in front of her face.

In a blink of an eye, he saw that his housekeeper had blocked the door of the study, and in his cupped hands, a bulging fireball was floating.

Looking down, the necklace around his neck began to tremble slightly, and Lan En's smile became even kinder.

One piece of common sense in magic: A wizard who interferes with the spell-casting state is a very dangerous thing, both for the wizard and the onlookers.

"I have received a good education, and this education has given me a precious global perspective. You want to use a large amount of information to confuse my thinking and limit my vision to a mere Temeria. But this information is

When I heard it, I just felt like laughing."

If you were struck from behind by such a chair at a high speed, your unarmored spine would probably be broken.

Lan En stepped on the flames and walked to the corridor.

"Don't be so surprised, Lord Count. I saw your basement. The children there are well fed and clothed. They should thank you."

After taking care of the only enemy that might still be able to fight, Lan wiped the knife and put it back into its sheath.

Blood, sawdust, and broken iron pieces exploded violently with the force of impact!

It is normal for people to feel fear when they encounter harm that they have never seen before.

The opponent was struggling in confusion, but Lan En just held down his helmet, feeling like he was holding down a chicken and duck waiting to be slaughtered.

The earl immediately turned his head and continued walking, his face turned gloomy and ferocious with his back to Lan En.

He pulled out his hunting knife and held down a dazed but uninjured plate armor knight with one hand.

The lips were trembling and bloodless.

And the moment he squatted down, he felt something flying rapidly over his head.

The wind pressure caused by it even made the hair stick to the scalp!

There was a "bang" sound.

The normal air outside will make them feel bitter.

In fact, even with an ordinary person's IQ, he should have noticed something was wrong by now.

He moved towards the door of the study, his steps getting faster and faster.

"I, I can leave?! You won't kill me?!"

Just like he could bleed to death for his count at any time.

"Lord Earl, please squat down."

A familiar voice came from behind him.

So even though the manor was peaceful, his butler still brought a group of people to the study.

No. Not enough! His friends in Auriden and the entire population of Oridan must be rekindled!

Let them know the anger of a noble man!

With a "click", the door opened.

When talking about the basement, Lan En's tone was a little strange, but the Earl's brain was already overwhelmed by fear and could not react.

Behind the butler was a large group of people.

The fireball exploded in the center of the crowd, encompassing a large group of people within the killing range.

People like him should have stayed in a honeypot all their lives.

"You can leave now."

He has to die! When he walks out of the room, his own guards will protect him!

It was a chair made of solid materials and elegant and noble shape.

Stesa tentatively stood up from the chair. He moved slowly at first.

Every time he was photographed, this handsome middle-aged man would tremble unconsciously.

Lan En quietly looked at the young and powerful nobleman in front of him, gradually turning into a timid and panicked joke.

Stesa's eyes were originally calm, but his pupils began to wander uncontrollably.

".?!"

"So you should understand, Lord Count."

A hammer-wielding knight with full plate armor and armed to the teeth.

With a "crunch", Lan En stood up holding on to the armrests of the chair.

The neatly groomed face, beard and hair are becoming disheveled in this continuous tremor.

And Stesa now confirmed one thing at the same time: Lann never left an option for him to live.

When faced with fear, escape is a natural reaction. No matter how absurd this escape route may seem.

By then, that bastard will die!

The limbs inside the plate armor trembled as if twitching, and then calmed down.

The crashing chair, the butler's body, and a plate-armored warrior who pressed his back against the butler. After a loud noise, they were immediately blown to pieces by the long-prepared fireball!

But after seeing that Lan En had no intention of blocking it, it became much smoother.

A witcher. A mutant bastard!

How dare you step into his manor, step into his study, touch him with those dirty hands, and threaten him!

"Don't be afraid, sir. I'm not planning to kill you now, actually."

But facing life and death is what a person fears most.

There were about ten people in total, and everyone's eyes were concerned and firm.

Looking into these eyes, the last bit of fear in Stesa's heart suddenly dissipated.

Under the pained and horrified expression of the butler, he was directly knocked into the crowd of soldiers behind him by the chair.

"Shh, shh. Quiet, just be quiet."

Stassa just breathed a sigh of relief for his timely dodge.

Because this is all the ‘power’ he has accumulated.

He remembered that the guards in the basement adopted a rotation system. Even if there was no alarm, judging from the current time, it was time to change shifts.

Only Count Stesa curled up and squatted down next to the corner of the door frame, holding his head, to avoid being affected.

The next moment.

A spurt of blood shot up half a meter high.

He felt safe.

Stassa asked stuttering in surprise and astonishment.

Under the astonished eyes of a group of people, the thing hit the butler standing in the front row.

There are soldiers wearing standard armor and holding swords and shields.

Those who were directly burned by the flames, those who were locked inside the heated armor and howled, those whose limbs were cut off by flying debris

The originally quiet and tasteful corridor outside the study turned into a noisy and hot hell in an instant!
To be continued...