Wizard From Afar

Lotaire, Eagle Hunter Fort

The cold and bitter rain in the late summer made the already majestic and towering castle become eerie and terrifying.

In the world covered by dark clouds and the earth covered by rain, all you can see through the "curtain" of steaming water is the flames swaying behind the iron windows of the castle.

Along with the mud splashing under the horse's hoof, the raining Knight rushed across the suspension bridge that raised the iron gate; then turned over and got off the horse, the iron boots full of silt stepped on the flagstone stairs and smashed it open. The main entrance of the castle gate.

The two rows of braziers on the left and right of the hall burned blazingly, bringing light while also leaving a swaying shadow on the wall; although the "fluorite chandeliers" from Byrne had already been introduced to Lotaire, even The ceiling has also been set up, but Lothai's court seems not to have a cold or even disgusted with this kind of "wizard stuff".

At the end of the hall, an old man with a gray beard but full of energy is waiting for him.

At the age of sixty or seventy, he still wears armor in the hall; the dark black cloak makes his silhouette more robust; there is no extra decoration on his body, only in the right The hand wears a seal ring, the sea-blue color gemstone is engraved with the Frederic family's coat of arms, and the cross sword is stained with blood.

Although he is getting older, his sharp eyes and sassy and handsome face make time seem to slow down on this old man, and it does not bring him sickness and decay. .

Because he is the Lord of Lotaire, the Duke of Fried.

Throwing away the rain-soaked cloak, Knight long calm walked forward, but noticed that in the corner of the hall was standing a thin youngster dressed in a hat and a robe, dressed as a scholar. , Stood there silently with his hands drooping.

"This is my clerk, don't think too much." The old man in the chair spoke slowly, with a little spoiling in his eyes: "Recommended by Ruben, the child said What a dignified duke, a courtier in the court who has not studied before except for the priest, it’s really outrageous."

"Since he likes it, then I will leave it...again, since he was there For the record, when the counts came to see me, they finally had some rules-they were afraid that if they lost their ugliness, they would discredit the family and descendants; of course, he only showed me what he wrote, haha! "

Seeing that the old duke is so happy, the always serious Chief Knight also agreed with laughed and withdrew his gaze.

"You are back, but Ruben's child is not back."

Put away his smile, Arch Prince Fred lifts the head upright, staring at Knight like an eagle. Long: "That means... he won, didn't he?"

"It should be said that... a big victory." Knight long nodded, and handed the duke a long package from the cloak off: "This is the spoils of war from the Duke of Byrne, and it is also a coronation gift to Ruben-it is the greatest achievement of the empire's mission!"

"oh?"

Binoculars opened sharply, the old man immediately took the package, took out the letter paper on it and scanned it quickly, and kept nodded: "Okay, very good...it is the bloodline of the Torino family, the son of that man; this kind of death He actually did all the tasks!"

"Aaron, the letter is too general; you can tell me more about what is going on from beginning to end!"

Knight's stumbling startled staggered on the soles of his long feet and nearly fell.

I almost forgot, my Lord Duke is simply illiterate...

So Loren, who was very patient, told him the information, and retelled the Duke completely. Once again; in order to facilitate his understanding, he also added a lot of his own understanding.

While the two were talking, the young clerk in the corner picked up the notepad and stiffly began to record; Knight, who was still skeptical, remembered what the Duke said just now, and no longer thought about it. .

Sure enough...When Knight's long speech fell, the young clerk also put down his notepad and stood motionless in the corner of the hall like a sculpture.

"...In other words, even if the Azores attacked the empire from the west of Lothar, without the assistance of the ancient wood forest elves, only the deep forest elves could attack. And it is destined to be unable to invest too many troops because of the narrow and tortuous roads and difficulties in logistical supplies."

The Grand Duke Fred took a sigh of relief, his eyes were extremely shrewd: "And Ruben child By protecting the western gate of the empire, he can become a hero against the invasion of the Azores kingdom... Does he mean this?"

"The Duke of Byrne promised that once the Azores army appears in the ancient wood forest, Morning Star Lin’s elves will definitely send information; in addition, he will provide us with assistance as much as possible, so as to keep the Azores from the west of Lothar and let them smash in the deep forest."

Knight nodded: "He probably wanted to use this opportunity to make friends with Lothar and find new allies on the west side of the empire; because Arles in the south rejected his wooing, and Allermans always only Obey the imperial emperor’s imperial orders."

"So he has to find a way to win us over—even if he fails, stay neutral, he won’t be able to let Lotaire stand on the side of the Crown Prince Connold." Grand Duke nodded: "Very well, you can promise him; but Aaron, you have to find a way to reveal this to His Royal Highness secretly."

"The child Ruben...too simple, let him To choose someone who must be without the slightest hesitation to stand with friends; I have to make arrangements before stepping back. In any case, I have to let Lotaire and the Fried family remain neutral and never participate in this matter. "

Knight nodded silently; as Ruben's confidant, he might be one of the people who understand the Duke's actions best.

"As for Byrne's support, hehehe...It's better not to count on it too much." Grand Duke Fried laughed: "The Torino family doesn't have a cheapskate, but... they are involved and owe a debt of favor. It’s not a good thing."

"The previous generation of Grand Duke Elman is the best example-once he owed Roland once, he sold his life for half of his life, and in the second half of his life he had to find ways to give orphans and widows. The mother’s Torino family has become Roland’s vassal; my Fried family wants longevity, not subjugation!"

"Yes!"

With his hands on his back, Knight has a serious expression and bowed his head heavily.

"You are the Lord Knight of Ruben. You shouldn't leave him for too long." A smile appeared on Grand Duke Fred's face, and there was a touch of doting in his expression: "Go back to Deep Limburg. , Don't let your master wait too long!"

Raised his head, the swiftly paced Knight turned and left.

As soon as he walked out of the gate, the alert Knight took a long step, and then glanced at the corner again; the thin clerk still stood there motionless, like a puppet of.

Shaking his head, Knight walked out the front door without hesitation.

Prince Fred, sitting alone in the hall, was slightly nodded, and finally satisfactorily drew out the Azorean long knife from the package-the delicate handle and the brightly colored scabbard, almost immediately taken away Caught his eyeballs.

Take out the blade slightly, the mirror-like blade reflects the flames on both sides, and the refracted light can hardly open his eyes.

Only the clerk in the corner is still motionless, continuing to record like a puppet.

The exquisite Azores long knife made Grand Duke Fred's eyes full of praise.

Even with his knowledge, this knife ranks in the top three among the weapons he has seen in his life, second only to the "sage" Brandon I's sword star; part of it Still because of the reputation of this sword.

"Never let this knife go silent, right..."

Prince Fred sneered in a low voice, his pupils gleaming with wise rays of light.

Loren ·Torino …maybe he himself was kind, and indeed he regarded Ruben as his friend from the heart; but it does not mean that he would not use this friendship to help Torino’s family Byrne makes profit.

The tradition of the Torino family has long been shown vividly and thoroughly in the body of the "Black Duke"-people in this family can have extremely rich and surging emotions at the same time, and they can maintain their height all the time. His calmness and absolute sanity.

Because of this, they can truly impress and gather a group of followers who are loyal to them and have no regrets; and then take them to their goals, ideals and ambitions, to take risks, and to Consecrate, sacrifice yourself.

They are natural adventurers, commanders, and dictators-and they are willing to obey and serve without reservation.

Knight's spirit, Knight's military system and tradition...it is simply a system tailored by the Torino family for the strength of their family.

Roland Torino is the same, Charlotte Torino is the same.

Loren ·Torino …could it be an accident?

Grand Duke Fred squinted his eyes, slammed the handle of the knife, and put the long knife into its sheath.

Regardless of whether he is or not, Lotaire’s Fried family will never be a vassal of others-if Loren Torino is really interesting, we should strive to keep Lotaire neutral, not Pull his best friend to his war chariot!

Ru Wen is still too young. In this court struggle, he is easily blinded by personal likes and dislikes and illusory friendship; he must take advantage of his energy to pave the way for him in the next two decades and become a real The power is in control, Lord Lothar who is in charge of the west gate of the empire.

Lotaire does not have a Knight galloping across the earth, a giant dragon with black wings and a giant dragon, or a horseman...we only have a bow hidden in the jungle and hills.

The fight at close quarters is never Lotaire's strong point; a hundred steps away is our battlefield.

A hundred steps away, before the enemy is aware of it, in the gap where the prey is looking around, it shoots the rain of death that must be hit; or if you want to move, you have to strike the enemy!

The situation in the empire is not yet clear, and it is not yet time for Lotaire to place a bet; Byrne wants to win the Fried family, trifling a blade and a few verbal promises are not enough; I want to get it Lotaire's support had to show some sincerity.

Huh?

Grand Duke Fred lifts the head, as if hearing something faintly.

"Clerk, did you write down the ones just now?" The old man who suddenly reacted looked towards the corner of the hall, with a puzzled expression: "Didn't I say that, don't you need to pretend when there is no one——" I’m not tired, your duke is illiterate anyway!"

The young clerk seemed to have not heard, still holding up the notepad in his hand, his right hand stiffly waved the quill and issued "sha" The sound of sha".

"What are you doing, didn’t I say that I don’t need to write it?"

Frowned, Duke Fred’s expression is a bit ugly: "My court needs a loyal courtier , But loyalty is the most important thing-do you know what loyalty is? It is my order and must be carried out. I will tell you to stop now!"

The clerk in the corner still ignored it, firmly Holds the notepad to his chest.

"You youngster, why don't you understand the rules at all?"

The wary old man got up and walked, but still face doesn't change, as if he didn't notice anything. It seems that the right hand has pressed the hilt of the "Shadow Sword":

"Is there something wrong, who is embarrassing you; it’s okay, as long as there is something, you can tell me, I'm a very tolerant man..."

Puff——!

The complexion changed suddenly, and the silhouette of Grand Duke Fred shook suddenly.

A sharp Azores long knife came out from behind the notepad and penetrated his throat!

The old man whose throat was blocked, looked down with difficulty and looked towards his motionless clerk.

His right hand with the pen has long been pierced by the blade, and the blade pierced out of his armpit, just stuck in the blind spot of his vision.

"Why, why would you..."

Grand Duke Fred, with trembling lips, squeezed out these words with difficulty.

"Why...hehe, this sentence should be what I want to say." A cold, disgusting voice came from behind the clerk:

"Why …That fool of Middle is dead!"

The old man's eyes condensed, and behind the clerk at some unknown time, there was an extremely petite silhouette.

A pair of pointed ears are under the long black hair.

"The second seat of the dignified regalia, unexpectedly died in that kind of country... Explain to your majesty!"

The milky voice of the milky voice, the petite and lovely silhouette, but said the words send cold shivers down one's spine:

"And... this great grandfather , Stop struggling in vain, don’t you understand?"

"Once you are hit, your body will be under my control—hehe, thanks to your illiteracy, otherwise this A clerk’s little brother may have been dismantled a long time ago."

"There is no way, because he has been dead for almost two months."

Fred was angry and round. Open... But now he can do nothing but panic.

He found that his hand started to move uncontrollably-like a stiff puppet, mechanically twitching, holding up the folding shadow sword in his hand, and delivering it "respectfully" before.

"More than two months...it’s almost the limit of others-after all, toys will break, wood will rot, and ropes will slack."

"So, Lord Duke, please be happy ? Although you are dead, you can continue to live like a living person for about two months."

"...speaking of which, the fellow Middel likes to name the knife very much; His sword is called Zheyingjian, and mine..."

"...is a puppet show."