Chapter 590: The Broken Whirlwind Shield

"Sounds like you haven't tortured many people before, have you?" Yamila opened her eyes wide and looked at Jier, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

Although it was indeed only the first day they had known each other.

Jier waved his hand and said with disdain, "Can't be helped. Some enemies just have such stiff mouths. When they could have chosen between death and confessing, they insisted on choosing to be tortured before confessing. It wastes their time, and it wastes my time."

Next, Jier asked about the usage conditions for these two magic tools.

"You have Magic Power in your body, so you can directly supply Magic Power to these two Magic Rings, and they will take effect immediately. But if you want to temporarily lend these two rings, which come with their own stored Magic Power, to others, you need the activation passwords. Let me see... generally speaking, if you don't know the password, you can't use them at all. But the corresponding passwords are fixed onto the magic arrays inside the rings."

While saying "let me see," Yamila closed her eyes. She held one ring in each hand, her fingers glowing faintly, seemingly examining the magic arrays inside the magic rings in some way invisible to the naked eye.

Jier, meanwhile, rested his cheek on the hand that had taken off its glove, boldly watching Yamila while she had her eyes closed.

If one didn't look at Yamila's ordinary-looking face, she could truly be called a beauty. Her neck was slender, her skin delicate, and the skin exposed on her body had never suffered any weathering. The dress she wore, although made of ordinary material—the kind of common clothing convenient for travel—was tailored to fit her figure perfectly, displaying her tall and slim body to perfection.

Although the magic tool on her neck was not activated, it still gave Jier a direct sense of danger, just like the feeling Yamila herself gave him. Beautiful yet dangerous, dazzling yet possessing powerful strength.

Yamila's pair of hands were even more beautiful. The skin on both the palms and the backs of her hands was very fair and tender, the hair on her skin was very fine, her fingers were slender, her nails had been carefully groomed, and there wasn't a single callus on her fingers or palms. Clearly, she had never done any manual labor, and her daily life was taken care of by others.

Or, Jier thought, or she could completely rely on the 【Magic Hand】 magic she had demonstrated to him earlier to do the work in place of her hands, which was why her hands were so well-maintained.

However, it was a pity that the size of Yamila's chest was not very ideal; it was not the shape Jier liked. Fearing that Yamila would notice, Jier just glanced at it and stopped looking at the sensitive parts of her body.

"How is it?" Jier asked.

"Mm, um, almost done." Yamila seemed very focused, so she did not reply to Jier immediately.

She then continued with her eyes closed, saying, "This thing still has some anti-peeping protection, but they are all old things. They might work against apprentices who have only been learning magic for a few years, but they are completely useless against me. Done! I've unlocked the protection of the internal magic array. Let me find out for you what the passwords are."

Afterward, Yamila lifted the simpler Illumination Ring: "Its activation method is a password plus a gesture; you need to use both at the same time to activate it. The password is: Tail, Guilt. The gesture is this."

As she spoke, Yamila put down the Pain Ring, gathered the fingers of her hand together, and made a gesture that people in the region where Jier lived in his past life used to signify the number seven.

When she made the gesture and recited the password, the Illumination Ring she was still holding automatically lit up. The entire metal ring seemed to be illuminated by light, emitting the brightest light in the whole room.

Jier squinted his eyes and discovered that the light emitted by this thing was much stronger than the Illumination Ring Yamila had made. It was likely not a practice magic piece, but a magic tool specifically designed and produced by a Mage or a highly skilled Magic Apprentice for circulation on the market.

And generally, these magic tools circulate among the upper-class Nobles. For one, this group has strong purchasing power; magic tools can not only increase their status but also ensure that others can afford them once they are made.

Secondly, this is also one of the few circles in the magic world that can look down upon another circle.

There is a saying in the Empire: Those who use magic are born Nobles.

That is exactly what it means. In the distant era of the Magic Empire, the upper ruling class was composed of Mages. They were the state, and the state was them. The current Noble class belongs entirely to the administrative officials who assist the Mages in ruling the populace.

And today, although Mages are no longer the masters of the country, they are still born with higher status. Like Yamila before him, if Jier didn't possess Knight skills and some special mysterious means, Yamila would never have said much to Jier at all.

Not to mention inviting him into her room like a friend, drinking tea and eating snacks together, discussing trade content, and showing off, buying, and appraising the magic tools in their hands.

This is the kind of communication possible only between people in the same circle of strength and status.

Like before, Yamila had stayed in the Jiedian of the Defeated Soldier for several days but had barely shown herself. The only time she revealed her figure was because she had taken a fancy to the handsome and mature appearance of the Defeated Soldier Captain Yeluba and used him to relieve her loneliness.

And once it was over, Yamila wouldn't even care who Yeluba was or what his name was.

For someone of her status, playing with 'ordinary' people of much lower status was something she wouldn't take to heart at all.

After waiting for a while, Yamila demonstrated the lighting effect of the Illumination Ring, then released the password and gesture again, and the entire ring retracted its light and became ordinary again.

"Then there's this one. It doesn't need a gesture, and the password is also very interesting. It doesn't need to be spoken aloud; instead, it requires a strong thought or intention from the user. After sensing this strong mental impulse, this magic ring will automatically activate, inflicting magic that causes intense pain onto others who come into contact with the ring's surface."

As she spoke, Yamila opened her eyes and stared at Jier. Even though she had said it didn't need to be spoken aloud and that a thought was enough, she still muttered in her mouth: "Hit you, hit you, hit you, hit you..."

Jier was amused by Yamila's behavior, but Yamila pouted and poked the ring on her hand hard against Jier's ungloved hand, immediately transmitting a wave of intense pain to Jier.

"Ow—" Jier let out a strange cry.

"Mimi mimi mimi—" The magic hut's Mimi gloated and started calling out as well, and even a pair of small hands stretched out from the wall and clapped, *pa pa pa pa*.

"Hahahaha. Hmph, Jier, staring so closely at a lady just now was very offensive! Although someone like me is already used to being secretly watched by people all day, this is a small punishment for you. Do you like it?" Yamila tossed the Pain Ring onto the table and criticized him with a smile.

Jier shook his right hand as if it had been burned by fire, but in reality, there was no injury at all.

"Weren't you closing your eyes? How could you know I was looking at you?" Jier was puzzled. Although embarrassed, he still curiously asked this question, hoping to know the answer.

Yamila covered her mouth with her hand: "Women are very sensitive to a man's gaze, especially when you were staring at me so directly just now. Even if it was just a gaze, I could feel your aggressive look. This is a very offensive behavior, especially since you aren't the type of man I like, which only makes me feel unpleasant."

Jier immediately defended himself: "Isn't that because you have charm? If it were an ordinary person, would I look at her? No. Only a woman with such strong attraction as you makes me unable to help but secretly peek at you. This is because you are too beautiful; you can't blame me for that."

"Hmph, I'll count that as a sweet word; I'll spare you." Yamila didn't actually care. She was the focus of everyone's attention wherever she went. She had seen all kinds of gazes from those people: the jealousy, envy, and destructive gazes of women—she had long since stopped caring, and even enjoyed the look of others being jealous yet unable to do anything to her. She was also long accustomed to the longing, possessive, and even shredding gazes of men, and had even learned to use these people who couldn't control their desires to make them take the initiative to do things for her.

The appreciative and scrutinizing gaze of a teenage young Knight like Jier was something she not only didn't mind but was quite proud of. It was a pity that Jier's strength was too great, and this place was not a place with rules within the Kingdom. In such a wilderness, everything relied on the strength in one's own hands.

In this mountain forest area, there were no laws or decrees to rely on, no high or low status, and none of the various shackles and restrictions that human civilization imposed upon humans themselves. Whoever was strong, their word was law.

And since the two of them were equal in strength, they could naturally trade, drink tea, and eat together at this moment.

If Jier's strength were inferior to hers, Yamila would have long since snatched back the 【Lizardman Transformation Potion】, and even the metal ingots that were mostly buried in the open space—Yamila would definitely have had Mimi turn the ground upside down to find every single metal ingot that should have belonged to her.

The two took a sip of tea, and then Yamila picked up the golden small round disc, the Protective Magic Item.

She first looked at the whirlwind symbol on the front of the golden disc, and then turned the disc over to see the High Noble Language text engraved on the back.

Although Yamila was not from the Empire, nor was she a Noble of the Saint Hors Kingdom, she recognized the High Noble Language passed down from the Empire because this language carried a slight magical power and was one of the easiest languages with inherent power that humans could come into contact with and learn.

She had naturally learned this script when she was studying at the Magic Tower, but her grades could only be described as barely sufficient.

"Uh, protection, shield, Lord of Wind, church, alliance, Mage Cui Si Te, joint, production." After Yamila managed to translate the text on the back with some difficulty and silently recited it to make it coherent in her mind, she said to Jier with disdain: "Hmm, how annoying, it's actually a protective tool jointly produced by a god's church and a Mage."

Jier was a bit surprised: "This is actually something jointly produced by a church and a Mage? But why is it annoying?"

Yamila waved her hand: "It has nothing to do with you, but my teacher really hates those Mages who mix with the church. He thinks it defiles magic. Come to think of it, what he hates most is the Goddess of Magic. In the minds of different Mages, half of them love this deity to death, and half of them hate her to death. Anyway, this has nothing to do with you."

After finishing, she carefully picked up the protective tool in her hand, connected her Magic Power and perception to it, and carefully examined this special tool that mixed Magic Power and Divine Power.

But the expression of curiosity she originally had quickly collapsed: "Jier, I'm sorry to tell you, but this thing is finished."

She tossed the golden disc in her hand and tapped it with her fingernail: "I did a rough check of its internal magic array. Most of it has been destroyed due to overloaded power. I'm not too clear about the parts the god's church was responsible for, but I can tell you that the part of its internal magic array is completely useless now."

Jier gave a bitter smile: "I guessed as much. When I took down the enemy, the enemy was wrapped in a layer of intense whirlwind. It was impossible to hurt the opponent; arrows would be blown away, and even close-range Long Sword slashes couldn't hurt the opponent."

"Then how did you defeat the opponent?" Yamila asked curiously.

Such a powerful protective tool would give the opponent a huge advantage in battle. Coupled with the previous Evil Attack Staff, the opponent's tenacity was something Yamila would have to deal with cautiously, even herself.

Ordinary magic attacks would obviously be blocked by this protective whirlwind that fused magic and Divine Power.

Jier gestured: "I directly used a heavy Quanjinshu Changqiang, hard-pressed against the enemy's body, ignoring the opponent's protective whirlwind, and pinned the opponent against the trunk of a large tree so that they couldn't move. He even wanted to use his hands to push away the Long Spear I was pressing against his torso, but this protective whirlwind was too violent; it actually directly shredded the opponent's hands."

Yamila hissed, rubbing her hands back and forth over her forearms, as if she had just pictured the scene.

That is what happens when a Magic user is closed in on by Knights, but this person was just too unlucky; they had no idea what the state of their protective Magic Tool was, actually daring to reach their hand over while such a protective item with real physical effects was activated.

"I kept pressing against them until the protective Magic on their body vanished, and only then did I pierce through them with a spear. After the enemy died, that thing was burning hot; I couldn't even hold it while wearing metal gloves, so I had to temporarily bury it in the dirt to let it cool down on its own."

Hearing Jier say this, Yamila slapped her forehead: "It's over. Soil is not a good conductor for heat; you should have used water to cool it down. By burying it in the ground, the massive overload of heat from the tool couldn't be released, and the surrounding soil would have been like wearing a winter fur coat in the summer—it would have been ruined by the heat."

"That is exactly what happened. Because the heat was too high, some of the basic Magic materials that formed the Magic circle inside the tool melted directly, and the vast Magic circles relying on them were simply wiped out, so the thing broke completely. I don't know if it can be used again by relying solely on the power of the Church of the Gods, but I can judge as a Magic user that its Magic-related functions are unusable."

Jier shrugged: "Can it be repaired?"

Yamila glared at Jier: "Can it be repaired? What kind of joke are you making? It would need to be completely remade. Besides, this thing was crafted by a Formal Mage, and their level was extremely high. Let alone me, even my senior brother who specializes in Magic Tool crafting probably couldn't do it at all. My teacher could probably do it, but it is impossible for him to repair a tool that functions in conjunction with the power of the Church of the Gods."

Jier was at a loss: "So this thing is just scrap?"

"Of course it's scrapped. You could take it apart; there should still be some rare Magic materials inside, but they have likely melted into a lump due to the heat, so they won't fetch much of a price. Of course, the amount of gold on it is not small; you could use it as a gold brick, and there wouldn't be any problem with that."

Jier let out a breath; he hadn't expected that burying it in the dirt to cool it down would actually be what destroyed it. It was truly a pity; such a powerful protective Magic Tool probably couldn't be bought for several hundred Gold Coins.

And that guy, the King of White Wall who hangs out with Bandits, probably doesn't have that much money; this thing was most likely a Magic Tool passed down from his ancestors. Or, it was provided by an Evil Sorcerer associated with him.

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