Why did the lord rebel

Chapter 50 The Beginning of All Things
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On September 93, nine hundred and ninety-three in the imperial calendar, it was sunny.

Dear diary, after leaving Eagle's End, it seems that the scenery along the way is the same: the woods, the fields, the horseshoes and the dust from the wheels, every day, I sit in the carriage, with the carriage swaying, my mind. groggy.

I tried to read the magic book I brought from the Citadel on the trip, but the candlelight was too dim and flickering, so I couldn't read a few pages, and drowsiness would strike.

Sometimes I fall asleep during the day, sometimes I fall asleep in the middle of the night.

My routine is as messy as my destiny.

Angie Randall and Victor Laurie said, I, Eliot Eagle, look a little lord now;

Are they telling the truth?I don't know, I feel like they're just comforting me - I'm even new to them...

I have spent more than ten years of my life in the academy, and I am not familiar with my maid and chief mage...

I'm not familiar with everyone in the team.

Even the way I look in the mirror looks strange and funny - I'm not suitable for wearing the lord's fancy clothes, the finely embroidered mage robes can better set off my figure, and the girls in the academy are all too. That's what it said.

Ah, the girl from the academy...

My heart is still in the school city - no, it's not because of the girl, I really miss that boring city.

What a ridiculous thing this is: when I was at the Mage Academy, every day I wondered how to climb over the wall patrolled by magical guards and run to the bar in the town outside to catch a drunk girl, but now, I leave school. The city is hundreds of kilometers away, but I actually started to miss those towering white minarets.

Maybe I'm just resisting becoming a lord.

I, Eliot Igor, were not intended to be a lord—no one has made such an assertion, but I know it myself.

Mother once said that only you know yourself best, don't you think?

No, I'm definitely not ready to be a lord.

Imagine, every day in the future, I will be like old Vincent, always pretending to stand upright, listening to the boring flattery of the jester's cronies, servile and kneeling in front of His Majesty the Emperor and every higher aristocrat ...

Just imagining this makes me nauseous.

This is not the life I want.

I, Eliot Igor, should have died on some girl's belly, or drunk to death on a carnival night, instead of sitting in the cold lord's palace and growing old silently.I should have opened a brothel on the most prosperous Parrot Street in the imperial capital, personally trained every girl under my command, and turned all the most beautiful ladies in the imperial capital into my mistresses...

I should have held a woman in my arms every gentle night and sang wildly to the bright moon in the sky.

Katarina is far more suitable to inherit this title than I am.

Think about it, "Duchess Caterina Igor"... My sister was born to manage the territory. She is serious, responsible, and always so kind and kind to the people...

But I don't have the power to choose.

His Majesty the Emperor suddenly executed my father, and sent thousands of janitors to Eagle's End to capture my mother and let her die in a dark prison;
He named me to inherit the title and asked me to move to the far south with my subjects...

All this is a disaster.

I hate His Majesty the Emperor.

When I heard about my parents' deaths before, I didn't have much reaction - I've only seen them a few times, and for me, old Vincent Igor and Duchess Anna are no better than teaching History of Magic at the Academy. "Sir Eaton is more gracious.

But lately, I've started dreaming about them frequently.

Every day when I wake up, my pillow is wet...

Why?why i cry...

I hate His Majesty the Emperor.

He imposed a fate that was not mine on me.

I even started to feel pity for these people in the procession.

They are all like me. They originally had their own happy lives in Eagle's Rest Castle, but this disaster has completely disrupted the rhythm of life...

The car of our life just broke out of the precipice of fate and never returns.

There was even a robber attack on a convoy yesterday on the fringes of the Duchy of Cromwell;

The robbers were right in front of me and chopped a little girl in two.

I threw up all night.

Master Lowry said there may be a mastermind behind the gang of robbers.

He said that the political enemies of the Igor family are probably trying to wipe us out.

But what can I do to protect myself and these people?
I, Eliot Igor, are nothing more than a second-tier junior mage, and my level as a lord is even worse than magic...

This is not my world at all, this is not my war...

I hate His Majesty the Emperor.

But I have to do something...

Now, I am the head of the Igor family, and I am the lord of these peoples...

I need strength.

I should protect my people.

I'm going to avenge my parents - I don't even know them very well, but...

I do want to avenge them.

I need strength.

I still have a few forbidden books I brought back from the academy, but my level is not enough to use the magic inside. My magic level is very difficult to even resurrect a cockroach...

But yesterday, when I was looking through the "Illustrated Book of Ancient Rituals" by candlelight, I found something called "Serenity".

According to the book, "Serenity" has a certain chance of summoning a powerful outer god from another world to satisfy all my wishes.

This ritual does not require any magic power, the raw materials are very simple, and there are no disadvantages except that the success rate is extremely low.

I don't think there's any harm in trying.

Even if it is accidentally successful, the price charged by the summoning ceremony is only the "soul of the caster"...

Anyway, I have no soul.

Tomorrow I will set up this ceremony, hoping to be lucky enough to successfully summon the Outer Gods.

Outer god of another world, obey my call, protect my people, and punish my enemies...

......"

After reading the last word in Eliot Igor's diary, Xia Houyan quietly closed the book.

Opposite him, the head of the "Wind of Desolation" mercenary group, Jose Tabili, had his face contorted because of the intense panic and panic.He even forgot the power of the crowbar, staring at Xia Houyan with goldfish-like eyes, trembling all over:

"No...no...you're not Elliott Igor..."

"Yes, of course I'm not Elliot Igor." Xia Houyan stroked the black cover of the diary, stood up and smiled, "I'm Xia Houyan, from a great plane called Earth— I was summoned from another world by Eliot Igor at the expense of his own soul... According to the name of the Ancient Ritual Illustrated Book, 'Outer God'."

Speaking of this, Xia Houyan even really wanted to laugh:

What a wonderful thing, "the outer god is actually me"...

However, Elliot Igor at that time obviously did not expect that this so-called "summoning ceremony" was actually completed in the way of passing through the house;

It is even more impossible for him to think that Xia Houyan, who was summoned to this plane by the "Serenity Technique", is not some otherworldly deity with the power to reach the sky, but just a not-so-ordinary ordinary person on earth;

However, Xiahou Yan, who had crossed over, was lost in the infection zone with the convoy due to the gray fog caused by the ceremony...

Goddess of Destiny, sometimes I really like to joke.

"No, no, no..." Captain Tabili shook his head desperately, as if resisting the truth.

"Ah, I almost forgot, you can't speak..." Xia Houyan put down his diary, picked up a crowbar, and threw out a stick without mercy, knocking Taibili to the ground.

The Lord took two steps forward and stepped on his boots on the face of the deputy head of the mercenary.He leaned over, looked at the terrified face of Captain Tabili, which was twisted and deformed under the squeeze, and said softly:

"So, Mr. Tabili, can you understand why I've been in a bad mood lately? Eliot Igor called me into this world to live on as him, but he also protected me The desire to lead the people has been conveyed to me... Mr. Taibiri, I have spent my whole life trying to live worthy of myself and live comfortably; but I am uneasy to accept such a heavy burden from Eliot. …”

As Xia Houyan spoke, the smile on his face became colder:
"Protecting these poor people is what I, Elliot Igor, wish for. And you, Mr. Taibiri, you trampled all this before my eyes... You are before my eyes, slaughtering I've hurt my people, hurt my brothers and sisters, and pierced the throat of my favorite little maid... You, insulting Eliot Igor's soul-stirring dreams..."

To Jose Tabili, the last whisper of this black-haired young man was like a demon's murmur:
"So, Mr. Tabili, you know too much now, you are already dead..."

(End of this chapter)