Is This a Zombie: a Heartwarming Moment

"What is this guy using to have such a speed!"

"It is said to be a very large flying dragon, but that flying dragon is not under the jurisdiction of our Torristin, I don't know where it came from!"

The staff working next to him quickly grasped the specific situation.

"Oh? So, this flying dragon is not his?"

The Duke of Slickrons felt vaguely that something was wrong, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Well, it is said to be one of his students, a little girl with blue hair, but it's been a long time, and the guard can only know this!"

As the staff spoke, he brought over a sketch.

"Is this a flying dragon? Or is it blue?"

The Duke of Sri Lanka looked at the sketch and said in surprise:

"It seems that such a flying dragon can only be greeted by a particularly high-achieving wind magician, and that student is not easy!"

"Yeah, can't we have more information? These are all recalled by the guards, and the specific situation should be deviated!"

The aide nodded and said in agreement.

"That's not bad. These guards are really hardworking. They can remember such details and give them double the reward. Now is the time to hire people, don't be stingy!"

The Duke of Sri Clarence nodded, and then instructed his subordinates to distribute his reward money to the people who came to deliver the letter, and let him bring them back to those people.

"Who is in charge of the intelligence investigation of the magic school?"

After sending the guy who came to report, the Duke of Sri Clarence was not sleepy.

"Uh, there's no such thing, we don't have enough manpower, and at first the Magic Academy didn't have anything to guard against, so we just..."

The staff looked at the Duke with some embarrassment. Speaking of this matter, the Duke personally arranged it. Now, no one dares to talk about the responsibility in this regard.

"It's the old man's carelessness, let the guy monitoring Duke Hunik's widow go... No, let's do it in the simplest way!"

The Duke was about to make arrangements when he suddenly changed his mind and said to his staff:

"Find me, which guy is the letter from the counterpart of the Magic Academy, find out for me as soon as possible, I will be of great use!"

"Ok!"

When the staff heard it, they knew that this was no small matter, and without saying a word, they hurriedly went to the old paper pile to find relevant information. Torristin is not a small country, and there are various messengers in various places, which is really difficult to find.

"Uncle, please rest first, I will supervise for you!"

After coming out of his room, Lord Pabley, who had just been able to move freely, looked at his uncle very distressedly and said.

"Well then, if you find it, report it to me immediately, don't care about the water surface of the old man, the success or failure is within a week or two, we must hurry up, wait until the end of the previous king's mourning period, and a new king will be born! "

After Sri Clarence finished speaking, he left the living room with a look of exhaustion and went back to his room to sleep.

"The principal of this magic academy is really not a good guy to deal with!"

While sitting on the sofa and watching the staff busy, Lord Pabley touched his arm that was just able to move, thinking with lingering fears.

"My lord, I found it!"

Just as Lord Pabuli, who was complaining about himself, came back to his senses, he saw a yellowed appointment letter placed in front of him.

"You guys keep busy, I'm going to tell my uncle!"

Pabuli looked at the appointment letter in front of him, stood up and said:

"You move a little bit. Uncle has been working very hard recently. He needs to rest. Unlike you, who work in three shifts!"

After finishing speaking, Pabuli came to his uncle's room with the appointment letter that he finally found out.

"Really? It's actually held by the Marquis of Morthawk. It seems that the Empire didn't take this school seriously in the past!"

Holding the appointment certificate brought by his nephew, the Duke of Sri Clarence stood up with a smile, then went to the living room and said to his staff:

"Give this marquis a promise. After the event is completed, the fief will be more than half of the fief, and the rank will be upgraded to a duke, and it is actually granted. You can increase the hereditary title of a marquis, and let him provide us with all the information of the Magic Academy, regardless of whether it is related to this. The principal doesn't matter, we all need it!"

"Uh, is it?"

When the staff heard this, they suddenly looked at the Duke of Sri Clarence dumbfounded. Such a workload was inexplicably large.

"Of course, since the princess is so reliant on this person, it means that there must be something wrong, and we can't hang on a rope. Although there is only one source of information, it's good to analyze it!"

After speaking, the Duke sat in his seat and took out a pen and paper to write a handwritten letter to Morthawk in person!

"Do you want to attach so much importance to him? Besides, even if he provided information. From collecting to shipping here, it must be..."

Before Lord Pabley finished speaking, he was directly robbed by his uncle and said:

"What do you know, things in this world, mistakes happen in the most unexpected places, think about the last time we took it for granted that we prepared to move the tiger away from the mountain and take this principal. We don't know what's going on, can't this cause vigilance?"

With that said, the Duke of Sri Clarence explained to the staff:

"When the Duke of Smank asked, he said that the second son of his family was on business, don't say anything else!"

Chapter [-] Battle

"How's the situation ahead?"

Standing at a high place, Miss Lungobier asked her companions with a worried look.