Wizard From Afar

Byrne, Scarlet Blood Castle.

The black hair wizard stood outside the door of the ward, and the continuous bells of the cathedral came from a distance, making him upset.

The funeral of Euron Eckert should have ended yesterday-but at Charlotte’s strong request, the funeral was turned into a grand ceremony, and it will continue. A whole week.

There is only one purpose, to keep the emissary of the prince (Brandon Desalion himself) in the Scarlet Blood Castle, and to give outsiders a reason why he cannot leave.

even more how, he really can't go now.

On the other side of the door, Charlotte looked worriedly at Loren who browses tightly frowns, and the blood-stained letterhead in his hand, hesitating about what to do.

Even now, Charlotte couldn't believe what Loren Torino, who was shocked at the time, told her in a hurry.

Eckhardt Dessalion...The Emperor of the Empire Twelfth generation... is dead.

The man who always holds a corner of the empire and can always anticipate everything, in his palace...die in the hands of a little assassin!

Why is this happening? !

Charlotte couldn't guess that her reaction was exactly the same as that of a night watchman who was extremely disgusted by her, and a royal prince whom she hated so much.

Of course, she could not imagine that anyone who heard the news would have a second reaction.

But what really worries her is not the intelligence itself, but Loren Torino.

The death of Eckhart II will completely disrupt his overall plan-even for Byrne, for the Torino family, for the benefit of Brandon Desalion...Loren also He must put his energy and resources into the coming war for the throne.

This is absolutely contrary to his idea.

If the power behind the Azores Kingdom is really as the elf warrior said, if the "Black Cross" Seror really will return from the void again;

Then even if it is assembled The strength of the entire empire may not have an absolute chance of winning...not to mention divided into two, empires that are hostile to each other.

Under the persecution, Loren, who is caught in a dilemma, after all...

"Charlotte, Charlotte?"

Huh? !

The trance-looking female count suddenly woke up and saw the black hair wizard who had just browsed tightly frowns, standing in front of her with a smirk, tilting her head, and waving her hands constantly: "What are you thinking about? Son?"

"No! Nothing!"

The complexion stiffened female count angrily snorted, without the slightest hesitation, she turned her eyes away.

Is it really because of Euron’s affairs that I’m so tired? Even this kind of guy would worry about him? !

"Don't worry, there is nothing to worry about." With a chuckle, the black hair wizard opened the mouth and said leisurely: "In a sense, it makes me relaxed."

"Huh?"

Charlotte's expression was unexpected.

"I don't know when, as long as I think I can go smoothly, things will definitely happen." At first recall, the corner of the black hair wizard's mouth evoked a helpless smile:

"Obviously we only want to eradicate vampire, but in the end we have to fight against the church;"

"I thought it was easy to be a wizard advisor to others, and eventually developed to the point where it became an enemy of Evil God; "

"Obviously, I was so unlucky that I was threatened by others, and I could still encounter such a thing as a riot of the living dead;"

"I went to the northern ice sheet and was almost buried alive;"

"I went to Imperial Capital on vacation, almost everyone shouted;"

"Escape to Byrne, under the fence of the Scarlet Blood Castle..." With a playful smile, black hair wizard Looking at Charlotte with a sullen expression: "How come I was elected as the new duke, and I have to take soldiers to fight?"

"嘁......"

twist The female count who went too far, lightly snorted.

Loren smiled happily.

"So you don’t have to worry about me at all-this kind of unlucky situation is already commonplace for me... On the contrary, the past two or three years have gone too smoothly, making me a little uncomfortable. ." Scratching his head, the black hair wizard took a long deep breath:

"Now it’s okay, the emperor is dead...I have encountered such an unlucky thing, which means I will be... well, a little bit Go smoothly."

"After all, even if God wants to torture people, he still has to give a buffer period."

The unimaginable theory makes Charlotte unable to understand... She didn't want to understand it now.

"I don't care what you think, but this matter must be handled properly. It must not interfere with the church's mass ceremony and Euron's funeral. This is very important." Charlotte stood up There is unquestionable power in his chest and tone:

"There are still many important things to do next. The count and Knights of the thirteen collars will gather in the cathedral to watch the ceremony. This event will be Alarmed the whole Byrne, and there is no room for mistakes."

"Also please...My Lord Duke think carefully about how this chaos should end, and don't make trouble like the original imperial trial. It's almost irretrievable!"

The voice fell, and the Scarlet Blood Castle female count who bowed to salute "respectfully" left Loren alone outside the ward door without looking back.

The black hair wizard sneered.

Since when did you become so "tacitly" with Charlotte?

No need to say any more, she can guess in which direction her next plan will change—whether it’s the mass ceremony or the observatory that will alarm the whole duchy, there is only one purpose...

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The war potential of Duchy is awakened again, and concentrated in this Scarlet Blood Castle.

The death of Euron Eckert will ignite the anger of the Byrne people, and the angry Byrne Knight is willing to go through water and tread on fire for his lord.

One week is enough for the counts of the thirteen collars to figure out the situation and reach a proper agreement with Loren; whether the result is to encircle Duchy or fight for the throne... calm.

Of course, more importantly...she must set aside time for herself to convince Brandon Desalion.

This is likely to detonate the entire empire civil war, Byrne must have a certain degree of initiative.

Whether it is to help Brandon ascend to the throne, or to reach a certain degree of compromise with Connold... Byrne can not be completely tied to a war chariot, which becomes the consumption of other people’s interests. Product; must make a decision to maximize the benefits according to their own needs.

For this, Loren must first persuade Brandon to stabilize the already restless prince, and at the same time let him accept his own ideas, rather than let Byrne completely obey him.

Byrne can send troops, and Loren can bring the Knight of the thirteen collars and the dwarves of Silverhelm Mountain to fight for Brandon; but the prerequisite is that they can win, and they are justified and happy.

"Crack..."

The door in front of me was opened.

Two silhouettes one after the other, staggering out of the ward.

"Aiya Aiya, I'm really exhausted... Two more times, old bones like me have probably gone into the coffin completely, right?"

" What are you talking nonsense, Master Assama-obviously recovered very well, even the repercussions that opened the valve last time are almost recovered..."

"My silly discipline, don't talk nonsense; Remember, as an alchemist your every minute is very valuable; if you let others know that your job is actually easy, those evil employers will desperately squeeze you!"

"You're talking nonsense again, in this world, is there still an employer who can squeeze your employer..."

The little wizard with a helpless look dealt with the answer while supporting someone who was facing her The elders who teach "life experience" are limited to the height difference between two people, and "limping" towards the black hair wizard.

"Master Azama, Ain...How's the situation going?"

"It's okay, the injury has been basically under control...It would be better to say that he can carry such a serious injury He ran back, and was not discovered until the territory of Byrne. This life force itself is a miracle."

In an instant, the "energetic" Harimvan Ashamai loosened and was small. The arm supported by the tall wizard is very relaxed: "There is also a compliment to the young Fiend hunters of the wings of the sky... First aid measures are in place, which has saved me a lot of things."

As it should be by rights-emergency work in emergency situations is one of the necessary skills for hunting Fiend; since they want to fight monsters in the wilderness alone, Dalton will certainly not forget such an important subject.

"The real trouble is the two Void Powers that have invaded his body." The little wizard on the side added: "The void residue on his body surface and wounds is very strong, and ordinary treatments are fundamental. It can't be eliminated."

Loren frowned slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually faded.

"The first place was the penetrating wound on his body-the wound looked like it was caused by an arrowhead, but because of the void remaining, the wound could not heal and could only be sealed; but this way It can only be temporary, and we must find a way to get rid of it." The little wizard worries:

"The second place is on the body surface—very terrifying Void Power. Obviously you can't see the injury. The feet seem to be frozen, and the body functions and consciousness have become very slow, and because of this, the two penetrating injuries are slightly restrained... But in this case, I still ran back. This perseverance..."

The little wizard didn't go on, shook the head unbearably.

"The former one is not quite clear, but the latter one is obviously a trick Alberd used to." Aksama said slowly: "The void remnants that have been piled up over the years are used by this guy as a weapon and Use it like a fortress."

"I heard that Lord Duke, you visited him when you were in Imperial Capital, and you must have seen the horror of this power."

" Hmm..." The black hair wizard silently nodded:

"My memory is still fresh."

The atmosphere became a little bit cold.

Obviously, whether it is the penetration injury of the previous one or the frostbite of the latter, it is not so simple to completely eliminate it-even if it can be suppressed, the void residue must be slowly eliminated by time, almost nothing Great solution.

"Although it can't be solved completely, but...there is a way to make him a little more comfortable."

Ashamai opened the mouth and said abruptly: "We can cooperate with Gao Rune of the second-order curse, made some strong painkillers from Void Power to relieve his condition."

"Would that not make Void Power erode into his body?" Ai Yin doubted.

"Yes, but on the other hand, the stronger Void Power will restrain the void residue on his body." Achamai shrugged: "As for the erosion of the body...it has the void residue of Elbert , I don’t think it’s a bit of erosion."

"I left the tools and some potions of Rune in the room. My dear silly discipline, I can help you. Does the elder mentor take a trip?"

"It’s not a silly discipline!"

Although I said that, the little wizard still turned around and left, towards Ah Shamai's room hurriedly ran away.

It wasn't until Ai Yin walked far that the smile on Ashmirah's face gradually faded, and his meaningful gaze turned to the same calm black hair wizard:

"Brandon· Your Royal Highness Desalion is waiting for you in the ward, Lord Duke."

Loren slightly startled, looking towards the dark ward: "When did he go in?"

"I have been there all the time, just entrusting us not to tell you." Azamae shook his head: "He insisted on seeing Peter Fasha, and wanted to hear from him about...about His Majesty Eckhart II. "

"But he was disappointed-even if it was the babbling in a coma, Peter did not reveal a word about the bloody assassination; from this point, it is quite in line with Dalton Kander. The evaluation of the night watchman."

A group of people who dig out secrets and can keep them secret.

Of course Loren knows what the mentor said.

"He is very angry and terrified now...like a young son who always complains about father's unfairness, but he really heard the news of father's death one day...Although it is true." Ashmaid's gaze Very complicated:

"Be careful with every word you say, my Lord Duke—because he is very fragile and impulsive now; any words that are slightly excessive or disagreeable with his heart are possible. Enraged him."

"I understand, it's not the first day I saw this shameful prince." Loren cocked his mouth slightly, and Loren still thought about making a little joke.

Ashamai, who let go a little bit, nodded and smiled, and did not say much.

Walking into the darkened ward, it took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the slightly dim light before he could barely see the silhouette sitting directly opposite the door.

He is alone, motionless like a sculpture, sitting silently on a chair in the corner.

On the hospital bed beside him was Peter Fasa, who was seriously injured, and the bandages all over his body were almost unrecognizable.

"Have you come in, Loren?"

A deep, hoarse voice rang in the room.

black hair wizard startled-if he is not very familiar, he can hardly hear that this is actually Brandon's accent.

In the dim light, he can only vaguely see his silhouette, sitting on a chair with a hunchback, with elbows on the knees, and his head drooping with hair covering his cheeks, so he cannot be seen Expressions.

It's like trying to hide yourself from others' sight-it was impossible to imagine before.

"Just right, I just thought...it’s time to talk."