Dust of History Chapter 4: Cut grass

"Airi's undead guild's rise of heretics almost caused a devastating blow to the local economy, and the imperial court has paid great attention to it. Moreover, people from all over the world have also expressed their concern about the establishment of an alliance you proposed. ....."

"That's enough..." Bishop Ronis waved his hands wearily, stopping the high priest from continuing to report. If the church hadn't summoned the other two high priests temporarily and inexplicably, he really didn't like letting this subordinate handle these matters. He asked in an old and feeble voice: "How is the arrest warrant prepared?"

The great priest Cuthbert took out a portrait, which clearly showed the appearance of a young man, and a line of small words below explained: This person was originally a priest of the Magic Academy. After investigation, collusion with the Necromancer Guild is extremely dangerous, and a reward of 5,000 gold coins is offered. This is not the same as the wanted by the elves, not only through civil organizations such as the Adventurer's Guild and the Thieves Organization, but with the power of the state and the church to search and arrest the entire continent.

Five thousand gold coins. In the past ten years, the wanted amount of the largest and most dangerous gang of thieves in the mainland was only one-tenth of this person. As long as this wanted notice is distributed, all the bounty hunters, thieves organizations, and everyone in the mercenary group will pin this piece of paper to their bedsides, remembering the shape of every hair on him clearly. Use all methods to get a clear picture of his personality, his hobbies, his past experience, his favorite food, his walking habits, his favorite posture for farting, and so on. And as long as there is a little bit of news about him, there will definitely be tens of thousands of followers flocking to him. Even the former number one beauty in the world and the number one romantic talent in the world are sought after and missed to a degree compared to this person, which is completely insignificant.

Bishop Ronis glanced at the portrait destined to be engraved in the hearts of countless people with hazy eyes, shook his head, sighed, and said, "You haven't forgotten the most important point. Please note: never If it can hurt his life, he must live."

"Yes. I will prepare it immediately, and then notify others to distribute it." The High Priest Cuthbert put away the portrait. His ugly face was full of excitement, and even Bishop Ronnies could feel that his emotions were indeed a bit excessive. "Master Bishop, you have cultivated him so much and trusted him so much. I never thought that he would collude with the Necromancer Guild..."

"Okay, you can step back. I'm very tired." Bishop Ronnies waved his hand annoyed. "It's up to you to announce it to others."

Things finally reached the step he least wanted to take. Although this matter has not been announced yet, it is only a matter of time. As long as this arrest warrant is issued, all my hard work and hopes will be in vain. Bishop Ronnies closed his eyes, he had never felt so old before.

The great priest did not exit the small study, but stood where he was.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" The bishop slightly opened his eyes.

"Also...Inham and Duke Mrak beg to see you together."

"Inham? Why is he with the duke? Let them in." Bishop Ronis frowned. Although the duke and him are friends, they have a very personal relationship, and they rarely meet with him on such formal occasions. He meets. And today he came with Duke Mrak, which is even more weird. He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something strange about the great priest, and looked at him: "What's wrong? Your heartbeat and breathing are messy. Why are you nervous?"

"No...just...I think you have been cultivating that priest so hard, but he failed your hard work like this." The great priest lowered his head, and his old-fashioned face twitched unnaturally. It seems that the excitement just now has not passed.

Bishop Ronnies let out a long sigh, shook his head and said nothing. This subordinate has always had some complaints about his unconventional promotion of newcomers, probably because of jealousy. This is also a person who takes power and gain and loss too seriously.

The High Priest Cuthbert went out and brought Inham and Duke Mrak in together, and then the High Priest stood behind Bishop Ronis, and the Duke and Marquis saluted the Bishop in a polite manner: " God is with you, Your Excellency."

Bishop Ronis nodded slightly, and asked, "There is another footstep coming with you outside, who is it?"

"It's just a follower of the villain, just let him wait outside." The Duke replied respectfully.

Bishop Ronnies asked: "What do you two adults want to see me for?"

The Duke of Mrak took a step forward, bowed his head and said: "I have heard that the priest actually colluded with the Necromancer Guild. So I will report the situation to you. One night a few days ago. I I saw him jump out of the window of the little girl's room and escape into the street. I went to ask the little girl. Although she didn't say anything, I can still judge that they must... oh. I'm really a goddaughter There is no way to let my daughter and this kind of person..."

"I believe you didn't say such nonsense on purpose." Bishop Ronnies waved his hand. He was still so weak, but the already weak flames in his eyes suddenly flashed. He was in a very bad mood and tired, and he had no interest or energy to engage in the usual formulaic and performative perfunctory with the Duke.

The Duke smiled, and seemed to have finally shown a sly expression that should be in line with his heart and intentions, and said: "I mean, if the bishop really wants to arrest him, you might as well take the little girl as a The bait. As long as we spread the news through the appropriate channels and let him know the critical situation of the little girl, he will definitely show up at the place we expect..." His expression returned to the sincerity at the beginning. "I just want to share a little worry for the bishop..."

The flames in the eyes of Bishop Ronnies condensed again, and the focus fell on the amiable face of the Duke.

This is indeed a very simple and effective method, and it is also in line with the duke's unscrupulous way of doing things. In a way, though, it's almost certainly an inevitable pitfall. Bishop Ronis's heart moved.

But the Bishop's attention was immediately diverted. He could vaguely feel that even this seemingly insidious plan was not the Duke's original intention to come here, and he didn't need to show his favor or join hands with him at all.

Bishop Ronnies did not take his eyes off the Duke's face. There should be something unexpected under that chubby sincere face... But now that he is exhausted, he no longer has the energy to think deeper, and Bishop Ronnies' eyes are involuntarily distracted again. He ignored the Duke, and looked at Inham and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I have heard that he has escaped," said the Marquis in a low voice. "I was surprised."

"I'm also surprised." Bishop Ronnies sighed again. He has already sighed a lot today. He was really old, he thought.

"I also heard that he didn't even meet you and just left, is that true?"

Bishop Ronnies nodded with the weak gesture typical of an old man.

"Didn't he leave you any words or messages?"

Bishop Ronis shook his head.

"Oh." The Marquis nodded. Today he looks very strange, without the slightest vitality and vitality of the past. He hesitated for a moment, then sighed, and the sigh was also full of helplessness and powerlessness. "Actually, I came today to tell you something."

"Let's talk slowly if we have anything to say. I'm very tired."

"No. It must be said now, here." The expression on the Marquis's expression seemed to be completely incompatible with his character, as well as dignified.

Bishop Ronnies waved to both the Duke and the High Priest: "You all step back first."

The Marquis waved his hand resolutely and said, "No. This is a very important matter. They must be here too."

Bishop Ronnies frowned, everyone seemed a little strange today. He was really tired and annoying, but each of these things became more inexplicable.

"You know, I actually have very few friends." The Marquis stepped forward, his expression and voice very lonely. His voice was so low that only the two of them could hear him, and he suddenly used air magic to silence his voice.

"If a person's status is very special, no matter whether he is high or low, good or bad, it will be difficult for him to make real friends." The Marquis continued. He raised his head and sighed, then looked down at Ronis, the sadness in his eyes became stronger.

Bishop Ronnies couldn't help but nodded slightly, and let out a long sigh. Indeed, he probably knows it best. Although it seems that this is not a suitable place to talk about these topics, Bishop Ronnies believes that the Marquis does have some special reason, and he can feel the unusual emotion in this friend's eyes.

The Marquis walked up to Bishop Ronnies, and reached out to hold his skinny hands. "And you are one of my friends." The loneliness and helplessness in his eyes deepened, and there was even sadness. His hands were cold, he held them tightly, and his words were sincere. "Since she died, you have been very kind to me and trust me in the past twenty years. I really regard you as a good friend."

Bishop Ronnies felt Cuthbert's breathing suddenly became heavy behind him, and his heart beat faster. Probably because he was angry at this very rude behavior of this person he had always looked down upon.

The Duke Mrak in front still had that sincere and honest expression.

The bishop vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was there.

"But now I want to tell you one thing. I know you will be very surprised to hear it." The Marquis lowered his head and leaned closer to the ear of Bishop Ronnies. Although their conversation was inaudible to others, he still used this posture, as if it was really a very secret and embarrassing thing. His voice was still so sincere. "Do you still remember the vampire from the last time? I released it... I'm actually a necromancer. Today I'm here to help them kill you."

The light in Bishop Ronis's eyes suddenly became stronger and condensed, almost turning into two groups of real flames to illuminate the old friend in front of him. Shocked, angry, unwilling, and sad, all these expressions were crowded together on his thin face in an instant.

He was so frightened and angry not only because of this confession that was completely beyond his imagination, but also because of the murderous look behind him and the cold feeling.

There was no pain, just a cold, numb and itchy feeling that was sent into his body instantly from the skin on the back, and the front end almost touched his heart. This feeling that doesn't seem too intense is frantically devouring the vitality of nearby organisms, and even the magic power in the body is beginning to solidify. This is not just poison, but also poisonous with a strong curse added.

This knife can only be the masterpiece of the great priest Cuthbert standing behind him.

This is a despicable cut, but also a very clumsy one.

The High Priest is by no means a good murderer. From the very beginning, his breathing and heartbeat were not normal at all, and the murderous aura erupted before the shot was also clearly felt. Even people who are not very smart should be able to detect it in advance and then avoid it.

But Bishop Ronnies failed to notice. Because he is really tired, and his mental strength is already very haggard. Even though he noticed the abnormality of this subordinate, he didn't go into it. And the words from the marquis's mouth were so shocking that he had no time to react to the murderous intent behind him. So this deadly sneak attack succeeded smoothly.

But the success of the sneak attack does not mean the success of the assassination.

In an instant, the white magic surged in Bishop Ronis's body towards the wound on his back. There was no need to recite prayers at all, the light of the two advanced healing magics of 'rebirth from the ashes' and 'exorcism' immediately flashed on him, and the curse and damage were immediately suppressed. If you only talk about the cultivation of light and understanding magic, even the Pope on the mainland may not be able to beat Bishop Ronis. No matter how serious the injury or the severe curse, as long as it is not killed instantly, it can be suppressed under the full power of his white magic.

The expression of Priest Cuthbert behind him has changed. He was always nervous, and he was even more afraid when he saw the light of healing magic. He knew better than anyone else the level of magic represented by the two high-level healing spells cast instantly, and only then did he realize that the old man's magic power had already exceeded their expectations and imagination.

He pulled out the assassination dagger, and this time stabbed Bishop Ronis on the head and neck. An ugly face was tormented by ferocity and tension to the point that it no longer looked like a human being.

It's a pity that this knife only pierced a blue-white electric shield that suddenly appeared behind Bishop Roniss. With a crackling sound, all the members of the great priest bounced off.

From Cuthbert started, the Duke stood there without moving, even with that sincere expression on his face. It's just that when the great priest was bounced away, the corners of his eyes twitched.

Although I knew that Bishop Ronis was difficult to deal with, I never thought that he would be so difficult to deal with.

That dagger has enough poison to kill an elephant. But this skinny old man in his dying years not only endured it, but he was also able to knock down the assassin in an instant with instant magic.

But even so, the Duke still didn't move, he couldn't move yet. He is already the last link in all the plans, if he can't succeed, the whole plan will fail. He had to wait until an absolute last moment. Now it was a struggle between the poisonous curse on the dagger and the white magic of Bishop Ronnies.

At this moment, only Bishop Ronis could feel that another kind of magic fluctuation was uploaded from him silently at this very appropriate time.

The Marquis's face was still so sad and frozen. His hand was tightly clenched, and Bishop Ronnies couldn't pull it out even if he pulled hard.

The magic fluctuations transmitted here are not sharp or turbulent. It just kept pouring into his body like strands of thick and smelly mud, staining and blackening the body along the way, and then using the extremely corrosive smell to stir up the magical fluctuations and resonance of the whole body. The two healing spells he had just added to himself immediately collapsed like mud soaked in the stinky water.

'Flesh and bones' is the double erosion of necromantic magic and dark magic. If it weren't for the holy white magic surging in this body, the body would turn into a mass of mice and rats the moment it came into contact with this wave. Flies are not interested in carrion.

"You..." Bishop Ronis's voice was already hoarse. The mana surged out of his body wildly, and white electric sparks began to burst out around his body, which immediately condensed into five bright white light balls.

"The wrath of Thunder, the elf of electricity, in my name..." Bishop Ronis finally yelled out a hoarse incantation. He had already given up healing, and gathered all his magic to attack. Five light **** of thunderous bombs floated in the void above his head to form a pentagram formation, and the electric light in the middle began to show a milky white holy light, gradually evolving into a magic circle. It was the final blow at the cost of all his magic and life, and as long as his spell was completed, there was no way the three of them would be able to escape unscathed.

Wrath of the Titans. This is a forbidden spell that is a fusion of light magic and air magic.

This is almost a magic that only exists in theory. A magician who can practice air and light magic to the top at the same time is rare in a hundred years. The most important thing is that the power of this magic cannot be controlled at all. The unimaginable destructive power will turn everything including Xu and the magician into pieces. Flour.

But Bishop Ronis has used this magic now. He was not afraid of hurting innocent people, and he was not afraid that even the entire Magic Academy would be shattered in this powerful explosion. That would be better than the Academy of Magic and even the entire empire falling into the hands of these three assassins.

He already understands that this is a long-planned assassination, and the meaning of this assassination is so deep and sinister that probably even the two assassins will not understand it. He must use this method of dying together to inform Shan De Lu.....

At this moment, Duke Mrak moved. As soon as he moved, that kind and sincere expression disappeared completely in an instant, replaced by an incomparably stern murderous look. It turned out that his chubby face, which seemed to be born with a kind expression, was so majestic and fierce once it was completely cold.

He knew very well what a top-notch great magician's full blow before death meant. He had to wait, wait until Bishop Ronis made a move, wait until the bishop's magic was coming to an end, and he could no longer change his moves, so that his attack could be fatal and interrupt his magic at the same time.

He stepped forward and drew his sword to assassinate all movements in one go. His chubby body now showed the swiftness and coordination of a cheetah. From the moment he moved to the next moment, he had already appeared in front of Bishop Ronnies. Stab everywhere.

The voice of the incantation immediately became hoarse, and the last few characters remained in his throat, unable to break through the barrier of the sword and blurt out. The rapier protruded from the base of the bishop's neck from bottom to top, so accurate that it pierced through his medulla oblongata without even touching the bones.

This is an injury that cannot be healed by any magic and treatment, or death.

Maybe he was really right to go. Bishop Ronnies had only a vague idea of ​​it at last. As soon as the body was tilted, it was so soft that it fell on the table. One of the most powerful magicians on this continent, the most prestigious bishop of the church, the spiritual pillar of the Ainfast Empire, and the old man who still held great bright hopes died just like this.

The assassination was successful.

But Duke Mrak didn't have any relaxed or joyful expression on his face. The expression of the great priest beside him, whose face was already pale, began to distort, and his face further turned blue. They all looked at the five white spheres surrounded by electric light floating in the air.

The magic circle has disappeared, the wrath of the Titan God can no longer be activated, and the thunder and lightning magic circle in the air has returned to an ordinary thunderbolt.

But even so, these five are still the most powerful high-level magic in air magic. Just any one of them is enough to blow up this small room to pieces. They may be able to escape with their own abilities, or survive the explosion, but everything that happened here will also be impossible to hide in the explosion.

Duke Mrak and the great priest couldn't help but stop breathing. These five thunderbolt bombs were only lightly floating in the air, and the slight air flow might cause them to collide with each other, or fly out and hit walls or other objects. The Duke's slender eyes were no longer as gentle as usual, and the sharp knife-like light pierced fiercely on the face of the great priest whose face was already the same as the floor. He is not a magician himself, and he doesn't know how to solve the current situation.

The great priest finally woke up from his fear. He first folded his arms and aimed at the five thunderbolts in the air, and murmured a mantra. Only then did he look at Duke Mrak and said, "I don't have that much knowledge in air magic, so I can only fix the magic in this way...it's up to you to find a way."

"Come help, you don't want to die, do you?" Duke Mrak said to the Marquis. Although he doesn't know the marquis' level of magic, he is not even sure whether this prodigal son who has only been in the magic academy for a while still remembers magic, and he doesn't trust this temporarily intimidated helper, but now there is no one else. You can count on it.

But the Marquis remained motionless as if he hadn't heard anything. Not only did he not hear it, but he didn't seem to see the five small things floating above his head that could turn him into meat paste. His expression was full of sadness, loneliness and apology. He still held the hand of Bishop Ronnies, who was plotted to die by him, and looked at the bishop's eyes that were not closed at all.

Duke Mrak gave this worthless prodigal a vicious look. There is no time to deal with these now. Cuthbert would not be able to keep the thunderbolts still in the air for too long, and it was impossible to expect these small things to dissipate by themselves, so he had to do it himself.

The Duke collected himself and took a deep breath. Standing still, he stretched out his hand slowly, and slowly brought the rapier that had just assassinated Bishop Ronis to the side of a ball of light, until the tip of the sword was almost touching the edge of the ball of light, his hands and shoulders Only then did he exert his strength suddenly.

The rapier and his wrist moved at a speed that was hard to see with the naked eye, and it looked like it was just shaking. The ball of light lit up for a while, and then it split into countless tiny white spots of light and scattered in the air.

The Duke heaved a sigh of relief, this improvised method really worked. But there was also a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

Not just because of nervousness, but also because of tiredness. Just now, it seemed that it was only a half-blink of an eye. He slashed dozens of swords with the strength of his wrist, and the sword was also attached to the sword. Only then did the violent magic power brewing in the thunderball react to the entire magic structure. All destroyed. Skills, speed, and sword energy are all displayed to the fullest, without the slightest deviation. The energy and energy consumed by such a precise, subtle and swift chopping is by no means worse than that of a big battle.

The Duke regained his composure, stood still again, slowly stretched out his sword forward and slashed swiftly and swiftly, the second thunderbolt was once again completely broken down into pure and scattered magic elements. The Duke's sweat was already dripping down.

When the third thunderbolt turned into a light spot again, it made a small crackling sound, and the other two thunderballs moved under the shock of this fluctuation, and almost collided. The Duke took a few steps back, his face flushed for a while, and then all pale again.

The duke's vest is already soaked. The third sword just now was a little weak for him, and the sword energy and the speed of swinging the sword were both flawed. The most important thing is that the magical impact of electricity from the thunderball disintegration almost knocked him out. Right now, his right shoulder and even half of his body are numb.

Cusbert's ugly face is as dry as a pig's liver. Maintaining such an environment with still air seems a bit reluctant considering his cultivation base, and everyone can see that he can't last long.

There are two more floating in the air. The ball of light was not that big, the pure white color and the electric light around it looked pretty, and it made a soft buzzing sound. But the Duke looked at the past as if he was looking at two terrifying ancient giant beasts.

The Duke closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The sweat gathered on his chin along his fat face and fell drop by drop. He exhaled suddenly and swung his sword again. The fourth Thunderbolt bomb was finally disassembled again. But then there was a muffled sound.

The sound is not loud, far from disturbing the people in the cathedral outside. Even though the Duke was very tired, the sword that concentrated almost all his energy and energy almost cut off and chopped all the magic waves in the thunderball, and only about one-thousandth of the magic power reacted, and something happened. Just a little explosion.

The power of this explosion is not even as powerful as a larger firecracker. It will definitely not hurt anyone, but it is absolutely fatal under the current situation. Although the last thunder bomb floating in the air didn't explode directly, it was shaken by the explosion and flew towards the wall next to it.

Cusbert's ugly face turned black, and he fell limply on the ground. Protecting this terrible little thing from directly turning into a huge explosion in the shock has already exhausted his mental strength that he had tried his best to support. clean.

The duke's complexion was not much better. The sword just now was the limit, and it is absolutely impossible to swing it again in a short time. And without enough sword energy and speed skills, chopping the magic ball full of destructive explosive power is like stabbing a dynamite bag with a burning torch.

Thunderbolt bombs fly at a slow speed, which can be seen clearly. For the first time there was despair in the Duke's eyes. He never believed in any religion and just killed the bishop with his own hands. He even began to pray for a miracle to happen.

But a miracle just happened. Just when the white ball of light was about to hit the wall, it stopped suddenly, then turned a corner, flew out from the small window above, rushed into the sky and disappeared into the sunlight in a few blinks.

The Duke was stunned for a long time before turning his head to look at the creator of this miracle. It turned out to be the Marquis who had never moved there.

The Marquis put down the hand that released the air magic, looked at the Duke's surprised eyes and said indifferently: "It's nothing, this is not some advanced magic. These little tricks just happen to be within my grasp." His expression was still gloomy, Looking at the corpse of Bishop Ronnies on the ground, he sighed, his eyes full of sorrow and sadness. "Just do what you have to do."

The Duke squinted his slender eyes, showing an undisguised guard. He scanned the Marquis's handsome face, which perfectly matched his identity as a prodigal artist, but found nothing worth noting. thing. He turned his head to look at the great priest who was struggling to get up from the ground, and asked with a frown, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Cuthbert took a few breaths, shook his head, and looked at the Marquis, a scum he had always looked down on, with a little surprise. But he wasn't very surprised, this really wasn't some advanced magic technique, it was just a subtle mastery of air magic, maybe this scum just likes to use these little tricks to fool people.

The Duke nodded, and found some reassuring elements from the expression of the great priest. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face, he let out a long sigh of satisfaction, and then his signature smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his expression completely returned to his usual kind and friendly state, as if he had just completed a satisfactory transaction Now he said to Cuthbert as easily as a businessman waiting for the end: "Then continue."

Cusbert struggled to push the body of Bishop Ronnies to the corner, pulled the coffee table over the front, and walked out.

Not long after, the great priest brought a person with him when he came in again. It was the person standing outside the door whom Bishop Ronis had heard just now. He is a young man in his twenties, quite thin and tall, with a figure and appearance that is five or six points similar to Asa's. He is also wearing a set of priest's clothes, and there is a hat on his head that covers half of his face. He looked around cautiously and curiously, but immediately bowed his head under the gaze of Priest Cuthbert and dared not move.

He was originally just a street gangster in a village outside the capital. He was inexplicably arrested by a few people a few days ago. A task, complete with a big reward. Unexpectedly, they dressed up like this and brought them to the magic academy in the capital today.

The high priest took out a small leather pouch from his pocket and threw it to the young man, saying, "Pour these on yourself." The young man opened the pouch, and found a small bag of blood inside. He poured blood on himself and his face as ordered by the great priest.

"Okay. Now you turn around and run out of here, out of the Academy of Magic. Do you still remember the route we arranged for you?" Priest Cuthbert stared powerfully. "Huh? Do you remember?"

"Remember..." The young man nodded in fear.

"Don't be afraid. We're just playing a game." The duke's kind voice can always calm people down, not to mention taking out another gold coin in his hand, which immediately freed the young man from fear and fullness. Obedient fighting spirit. "Listen, if you get there faster than we expected, I will reward you with another gold coin."

"Yes." The young man's powerful answer indicated that he would immediately create the fastest pace in his life.

"Go." The Duke waved his hand grandly, and the young man immediately ran out with the expected vigor.

There are already many people in the cathedral outside, and this is all arranged by Cuthbert. The young man must have bumped into someone when he rushed out with great energy, because there was a faint scream coming in. "Isn't that Priest." "Why are you injured? So much blood..." "Prince, please slow down..."

Finally even Cuthbert began to smile on his stony face. As for the young man who ran so vigorously, the footsteps under the power of gold coins must not be able to catch up with those who catch up later. As long as he follows the route set in advance, he will soon disappear in the streets of the royal capital. And not long after that, he will disappear from this world forever. Because its function has already been completed, and the things whose function has been completed must disappear.

The blue light of teleportation magic suddenly lit up in the room, and the Marquis beside him pulled out a teleportation scroll at some point. After the light passed, his person was gone.

"What is this idiot doing? Where did he get the teleportation scroll?" Cuthbert said fiercely, staring at the air after the Marquis disappeared.

"He's not an idiot." The Duke smiled easily. "He is very smart, knowing that his use value is over. So he ran away quickly."

"We must find a way to silence this guy, right, Duke..." The great priest was halfway through speaking, and suddenly felt himself flying. The lips are still moving, but no sound can be made.

Flying in mid-air, he even rolled a few times, taking a panoramic view of everything in the room. The body of Bishop Ronnies is still there, and His Excellency the Duke is retreating while wiping the blood on his sword, because he wants to avoid the splashed blood. In front of the Duke, there was a headless corpse with blood spurting from the head and neck, and the corpse was limp. The figure and clothes looked familiar.

Plop. He fell on the floor, looked up at the Duke crookedly, and finally heard the Duke whisper softly: "Yes. I know."

The Duke turned around and carefully wiped every footprint of himself in the room ~IndoMTL.com~ every trace of existence was eliminated. Everything in the Academy of Magic was arranged very well through the great priest. He and the Marquis came here quietly. Others only knew that Cuthbert and the priest came to the study of the Bishop, and then saw the blood-covered The priest just ran out.

Packed up quickly, pulled the teleportation scroll, and the next moment the travel-stained Duke appeared in the teleportation magic circle of the Magic Academy.

"Hello, Lord Duke." The two magicians guarding the magic circle nodded and smiled at the Duke. "Are you working with grandpa again? You are quite busy these days."

"Yes." The Duke, who never put on airs, nodded kindly. "There are urgent matters waiting to be dealt with in the foreign land and the capital. I have used a lot of teleportation scrolls these days."

There was a sudden commotion in the direction of the cathedral. "What's going on?" The two magicians walked out with the Duke. I saw many people pouring in and out of the cathedral. The commotion spread rapidly.

"The bishop and the great priest were killed." A priest ran over in a panic, stumbling all the way.

"What?" The two magicians turned pale with shock. The duke's face was even more horrified.