Chapter 6.2: A new hope has appeared!

In a silent room, someone looked at a mirror and said respectfully.

“Valerius Licinius, the second son of the Valerius family. He’s different from his sister who is famous throughout the Eastern Continent. Although he was born in one of the top noble families, he did not inherit any magic talent. He’s a talentless abandoned son, forgotten by his family, and ‘blessed’ with a non-harmonious relationship with his father.”

“When he was young, he showed some talent for business, and with the help of pocket money and some connections in the family, he earned his first pot of gold and used it to cultivate Noren Frostien. Beside that, during the past ten years or so, there was nothing particularly outstanding about him.”

“Until three years ago, Licinius was completely abandoned by the family and sent to the Royal National Knights Academy in Loma City for further studies. Originally, the Valerius family threw an olive branch to Noren Frostien, hoping that she could stay in the Royal Capital, and serve the family. They did not expect her to refuse.”

“Perhaps it was because the Valerius family adopted her in name only. In fact, no one other than Licinius provided her with real help, so she chose to continue to follow Licinius.”

“Ten months ago, Valerius Licinius suddenly became active. He used the family’s contacts and funds to be active in the capital market again, and completed the original accumulation in just half a year.”

“Although he still hasn’t shown any talent for magic, it’s clear that he’s not useless. Perhaps during his time in the capital, he just restrained himself.”

“It wasn’t until he arrived in Loma City, which was far from the capital, that he really showed his ambitions.”

“In this era, one’s own strength is not a necessary condition for a person to have power.”

The man put down the information in his hand and came to the conclusion, “More likely than not, he will grow still.”

In the mirror, a golden light shone.

A splendid figure stood on the city wall, overlooking the barren land.

It was a tall and slender woman, clad in armour made of gold, with a waterfall-like golden hair falling down her back. The light of the setting sun falling shone across her hair, making it look like a golden flame.

Her neck is long and fair, and her delicate skin is almost transparent, like an ice sculpture.

“We know.”

If there were a second person in this room, they would be so shocked that they couldn’t speak.

Because the person projected in the mirror referred to herself as ‘We’!

And today, in the Eastern Continent, there is only one Empress!

Empress of the Brentania Empire, Virtiana Via Salvatore.

“Valerius Licinius, I’ll remember this name.”

The Empress’s voice was indifferent and majestic. It also sounded from the mirror, “You said he dealt with the clowns?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The mysterious man said to the mirror, “According to the information obtained by Major Hayden’s interrogation, the leader of the thugs has mastered spiritual black magic, which is extremely dangerous. According to my calculations, even with the fourth-tier melee warlock Noren’s help, it is still impossible to ensure that the opponents are completely wiped out while the hostages are safe.”

The woman in the mirror was silent for a moment, “Then can you do it?”

The mysterious man shook his head, “I can’t do it either.”

The Empress said, “So Licinius is alive because he has other cards.”

The mysterious man said firmly,

“Yes.”

“Then let’s try him and see what he’s hiding.”

The Empress paused, “Also, have the identities of that group been found out?”

The mysterious man said respectfully, “No, but I think Your Majesty should already have the answer in your heart, after all, this is the sixth black magic turmoil that has occurred recently.”

The Empress was silent for a while, “I didn’t expect that he would use such a dirty trick. If he has a connection to black magic, then this matter will become more troublesome, and we have no means to fight against it, unless… “

Black magic is extremely vicious and extremely bizarre.

“Unless black magic is used against black magic.”

The mysterious man said, “But we don’t have talents that can use black magic.”

“It seems that it will be impossible to bring down that person for a while.”

The queen said with an expressionless face.

The mysterious man didn’t speak, it wasn’t something he could interfere with.

Because the person the Empress was referring to is the Grand Duke. The man that is below one person and above ten thousand people in the current Brentania.

Joachim Via Salvatore, known as the Grand Duke of Iron.

“Well, the border war has reached a stalemate, and negotiations may be held soon.”

The Empress said lightly, “Tomorrow, I will set off and return to the capital to deal with him. When I pass through Loma City, you can come back with me. It’s meaningless to lurk there now.”

The mysterious person shook his head slightly and responded, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

The Empress turned around, her golden eyes seemed to be burning, her bangs swayed and fluttered as the wind blew across her face, beautiful, noble, majestic.

“Go back.”

Candles were burning on the table, and it was getting late.

When Licinius returned home, he did three things as usual.

Have a meal. Take a bath, then watch Noren wear black silk.

Afterward, he used the excuse of going to the toilet to lock himself in the bathroom, and then took out the forbidden magic book that he was looking forward to from his pocket.

“Knowledge from the realm of the gods? If you can really kill me, then try it. If you can’t kill me, then tonight, I can only go to the tolerant Triya to seek comfort…”

Licinius was full of anticipation as he opened the first page of the magic book.

“Boom!”

In just a moment, those mottled, ancient words seemed to come to life.

The long night falls, the blood moon burns, the grey mist covers the sky, and the wall of flesh and blood that swallows countless corpses is howling!

At the same time, a faint hoarse murmur sounded in his ears, as if countless dead souls gathered around and whispered, flowing to every corner of the world, making him feel extremely uncomfortable and on the verge of insanity. His blood vessels bulged, and his face turned hideous.

The next moment, his eye sockets bulged, his eyes turned white, and he heaved a silent roar.

He died.

But almost at the same time, Licinius suddenly stood up and his eyes returned to normal.

“Huh, huh.”

Licinius gasped for breath. For a split second, he experienced the feeling of death again, as if he had had a nightmare.

But this time things are a little different.

He didn’t even know how he died, it was an indescribable way to die!

But after that moment just now, he also figured out what this magic book was.

A magic book that records how to offer sacrifices and summon a god!

Of course, such an evil and bizarre thing won’t summon a serious or kind god.

But… an evil god!

The book itself couldn’t kill him, but the rituals recorded in it might!