Transcendent Noble

Four fully armed soldiers guarding Imerson, walking through the tunnels of the castle.

The long corridor seems to have no end. The sunlight shines through the narrow air-permeable grid and prints bright spots on the walls of the corridor, indicating that it is morning now.

Imerson wrapped his clothes tightly. The damp and gloomy passage made him chill, and the soldiers beside him could not bring him any sense of security.

The four soldiers are armed with cold long knives, and their entire bodies are wrapped in iron essence armor, like four tall and burly steel rare beasts. Their heavy footsteps and the clanging sound of armor colliding echoed in the corridor, and the cold and suppressed atmosphere made the innocent Bell lose his former vigor, and hid his young body tightly behind father.

Imerson knew this was not an escort, but an escort. He even believed that as long as he moved slightly, the iron essence long knife in the hands of these soldiers would instantly cut him and Bell into several pieces.

Since being captured, Imerson and his daughter have lived in this mountain castle. The imaginary imprisonment, torture, and interrogation did not happen. Over the past few months, these mysterious soldiers have respected the father and daughter and met their requirements as much as possible. Imerson and Bell can also go out hunting accompanied by soldiers.

Majestic castle, decent clothing, comfortable living environment, abundant food, sweet wine, respectful attendants, and free time. This is not the treatment of prisoners. Imerson thinks that Thornton Baron, whom he previously served, is also impossible to receive his noble relatives in this way.

The generous life has repaired the traces of the savage life on the father and daughter. The thin little Bell is obviously fattened by two laps, and the weed-like beard and long hair are from Imerson’s face, Without a trace from their heads, they are like nobles here.

Bell started looking for new playmates. Although there are many soldiers and craftsmen inside and outside the castle, they are busy from morning to night and are unwilling to talk to Bell. However, it is hard to see Bell, who can play with horned frogs. She finds a group of strange birds and quickly becomes friends with them. These big birds sometimes carry Bell around, and sometimes they hold the torn ground lizard to Bell's mouth. Obviously, they regard Bell as a companion.

Imerson enjoys the treatment of a nobleman, but he is not a nobleman, and he has never regarded himself as a nobleman. He worked hard to build a good relationship with the people here, and began to help planting the land, cutting wood, and moving ore. As a result, the father and daughter had a very fulfilling life every day.

Bell is young, confused and ignorant, happy and carefree all day long. But Imerson felt the inexplicable mysterious in many details, as well as the deep chilling fear for him.

Transporting stones in the rolling mountains, building a castle is a miracle in itself, and only a huge force can complete such a huge project. Imerson didn't know why this mysterious force wanted to build a castle in the mountain at the beginning, but he found many incredible places.

The building materials of the castle are not heavy rocks, but regular blue bricks, but they are actually stronger than rocks! Imerson believes that these bricks are invaluable, and once they get to the outside world, they will inevitably cause an uproar. I don't know how many people will die because of it.

However, Imerson has been away from the human world for more than ten years, and he is not sure whether this brick-making technology has become popular. However, Imerson discovered that there were no women here, only men. Those laborers who transport minerals are as powerful as bears, and those responsible for smelting are the highest blacksmith Masters.

The powerful warrior acts as a laborer, and the blacksmith Master does his or her work. They are taciturn, do not need women, do not need wages, work more than ten hours a day, almost never communicate, but they cooperate very tacitly.

All the phenomena show that they are not normal people!

Imerson finally realized that after seeing that the workers were transporting the "mithril mine".

Reminiscent of those weird "violent wolves", Imerson made a judgment: a certain lord raised the wizard, and they strengthened and controlled hundreds of people, built castles here, and secretly mined precious mithril ore. . Or, this is just a secret stronghold of a certain wizard, and has nothing to do with nobles.

Thinking he knows the secrets of heaven, Imerson is both panicked and full of anticipation.

Although Imerson is a wizard, the education he received from an early age made him resistant to his kind, especially his kind possessing the power to control people's hearts. However, Imerson still hopes that the owner here is the wizard, not the lord.

In Imerson’s in mind, noble lords are noble and ruthless, and treat civilians as ants. In order to keep secrets, they will kill any lower-class people without the slightest hesitation. Imerson believes that he and Bell are both lower-class people.

The cognition of only bloodline theory has been deeply rooted in people's hearts in this era. Even if Imerson is a powerful wizard, he has never had the idea of ​​challenging the authority of the lord.

Imerson also thought about running away, but the power held by the Castle Lord in the city made him feel desperate. Moreover, the damage of the witchcraft backlash has not been completely recovered, and he is currently unable to use alienated creatures. Except for the ability to communicate will, Imerson is no different from an ordinary person now.

Imerson, suffering from gains and losses, spent half a year here. Yesterday, when the father and daughter were placed under house arrest in the castle room, Imerson understood that the time had come to reveal their destiny.

No matter how long the corridor is, it will be finished. When Imerson saw the wooden door at the end of the corridor, his steps suddenly became heavier than the armored warrior.

The guard pushed aside the iron oak gate, Imerson took a deep breath, and walked in with Bell.

Behind the gate is the main hall of the castle, and the bright sun shines through the four windows into the neat interior. Compared with the gloomy corridors, the whole hall is extraordinarily spacious and bright. However, Imerson felt a biting chill and couldn't help shivering.

The two sides of the hall are full of fully armed soldiers. They are sturdy and well-dressed. The iron essence in their hands is shining with indigo blue light with one-handed halberd. Everyone is as sharp as a falcon. He stared at Imerson's every move. There are also six large, ferocious wolves squatting in front of the soldiers, faintly surrounding Imerson. Stared at by 12 green eyes, the overwhelming majority will feel that they have one's hair stand on end. Imerson trembling with fear cast his gaze to the center of the hall. When he saw the silhouette on the throne of the castle, he couldn't help but let out a groan in his heart.

It was a youngster with black hair and black eyes, and a handsome appearance. The black armor on his body is as deep as midnight, exquisite and complicated beyond ordinary people's imagination. The dark hand armor is holding a cold light overflowing long sword, the cold sword edge is on the floor, and the snowy cold light is like His eyes.

The outstanding appearance, the aloof and remote demeanor, the exquisite armor, the mithril long sword, all show that this is a Knight noble. This was the worst situation for Imerson, and he only hoped that the adult would value his witchcraft. However, the identity gap and the hostility of the nobles put Imerson under a lot of pressure, so that his body was stiff, his thoughts were stagnant, and he could not say anything.

Victor is also nervous. Little Baron died at the hands of the wizard, which made Victor fearful of these wizards who mastered extraordinary powers.

For this meeting, Victor made careful arrangements. Thirty alchemy militias armed to the teeth always pay attention to the reaction of the alchemy war mastiff. As long as the alchemy war mastiff feels dangerous, they will immediately cut the wizard into flesh. Victor specially put on his special armor. This armor is made of the armor, thorium and mithril of the ant-man leader. Its weight is only 18kg. The defensive power is absolutely more than any type of mithril armor. The gold double silver sword is also the highest equipment. Victor is less than 6 meters away from Imerson. As long as he sees the gleaming brilliance of rune on Imerson's body, he will cut off the wizard's head with a sword in 0.2 seconds.

From the moment Imerson walked into the room, Victor entered the Awakening state. He clearly perceives the heartbeat of Imerson disordered and in a mess, but he only pays attention to the light changes around the wizard. Did not speak for questioning.

Actually, Victor is purely worrying. The means of wizard are all kinds of strange things, but the more powerful witchcraft, the more demanding the time and conditions for casting the spell. Wizards that can directly kill opponents on the soul level are even as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. They not only need a long preparation time to perform witchcraft, but also perform special ceremony. If they are not careful, they will be backlashed by witchcraft. And die. That's how the wizard that killed Baron died in the first place.

Fear stems from the unknown. Victor doesn't know the wizard, and he doesn't know what kind of methods Imerson has. Facing the public enemy of the human world, it is normal for him to have this kind of reaction.

Imerson did not dare to speak, Victor forgot to speak, the alchemy militia did not need to speak, the inner Qi atmosphere of the hall was frozen like a funny picture scroll until a small head peeked from behind Imerson Came out.

Bell gave Victor a curious look, and then retracted behind father, but those clear and innocent eyes evoked Victor's deep-rooted moral concepts. In a civilized society in a peaceful age, any normal person will not intimidate a child for no reason.

The coldness disappeared quietly, his dark eyes regained their agility, and Victor exited the Awakening state. Everything was so natural, Victor was completely unaware that his sympathy was awakened in a state of over-limit.

It wasn't until many years later that Victor knew that dissolving hostility was one of Bell's three innate talents in his childhood. It is this person's love, the ability to see flowers that make Bell always turn peril into safety, and even Victor has benefited a lot from it. Of course, this is something.

Imerson woke up at the same time, he bent over to salute, and respectfully said: "Honorable master, good day. It is my honor and expectation to meet you."

"Your name is Imerson?"

"Yes, noble master."

"Imerson, your attendant etiquette is very standard. It seems that you have served a certain lord. But. I'm not your lord, and you don't have to call me your master. However, I am very interested in your story." Victor said slightly, instructed towards Jack beside him: "To Imerson, and this..."

Imerson hurriedly pulled Bell from behind and said flatly, "Bertina, the noble and kind lord, you can call her Bell."

At this time, Bell is just looking. Ordinary little girl, she left Victor with a harmless impression, and gave birth to a little pity, so he said with a smile: "Give Mr. Imerson and Miss Bell each a seat, I want to hear their stories. "

The alchemy militia brought two chairs over, and Imerson sat down flattered and said, "I am willing to serve the adults." Then, he began to tell Victor the story of himself and Bell.

Victor listened quietly, unconsciously his hostility was disintegrated, and the inner Qi atmosphere of the hall became harmonious and natural. Only the alchemy creatures remain unmoved, and they still stare at Imerson and his daughter.