Dust of History: Unbelievable (on)

When Rod Hart heard that the queen had become a vampire and was being threatened by the new cardinal, his face was already so ugly that it couldn't be worse. Anger, surprise, pain, sadness... Various expressions conflicted and pulled each other on his face, and Asa even suspected that his expression would be torn apart due to excessive twitching of his facial muscles. He twitched and roared: "That guy... actually... actually..."

Of course Asa knew about the relationship between Rod Hart and the Queen, but he was still the first to tell him about it. Because he knew that although the news was hard to accept, he had to tell him that only by accepting these facts could he be able to cope.

And he believed that Rod Hart would definitely be able to withstand these blows. He knew that Rod Hart had experienced more tragic and helpless things than these, so no matter how excited he was, he would calm down eventually.

Sure enough, Rod Hart fell silent after his expression changed. After a while, except for his pale face, he completely recovered his composure, and finally nodded and said, "I understand. But what are you going to do now? Have you already told the prime minister about this?"

Asa shook his head quickly: "This matter can't be made public for the time being, otherwise the whole capital will fall into complete chaos. In fact, the most important thing now is the necromancer who is a cardinal. He is the culprit of everything." The culprit, as long as he is solved, all problems will be solved."

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"So now everything can only come secretly... Don't worry. I just need you to lead him to a suitable place, and I will naturally have a way to deal with him."

"But Chris... can it be cured? I remember that old gentleman from the Magic Academy is amazing at magic. Will he have a solution?" Rod Hart asked. His eyes and expression were full of anxiety, like a prisoner waiting for the final judgment.

Asa hesitated for a while. He faltered and replied: "Yes, maybe... Maybe..." He glanced at the expression on Rod Hart's face. He really couldn't imagine how such a sincere expression would collapse under the cruel reality.

Rod Hart seemed to understand something, and smiled miserably. Asa had never seen such a miserable smile.

In Diya Valley, the four necromancers who have not yet left discuss the sent letters.

"I think this is a rare opportunity." Nopolinot said first.

Another necromancer shook his head and said, "But this is obviously for power struggles and interests. For these, necromancers need to gather together to take action. What's the difference between Di Yagu and the robber's den? "

Master Aiden didn't speak, but just glanced at the acting guildmaster lightly.

The Marquis was contemplating, looking at the letter in his hand, on which was written a few lines of chatting to ask for help. Such letters are very rare in the history of Diyagu. Those who can join Diyagu are those who can stand at the top of the world, and those who can stand so high, regardless of their scheming ability, are extremely deep and old. They are like For many years, cats have kept a deliberate distance from each other, and will use and cooperate with each other. But there will be no act of asking for help, which is almost showing weakness and inhumanity.

And now this letter is not just asking for help, but also briefly describes the benefits and benefits of this operation. No matter what everyone thinks in their minds, it is indeed a bit strange to blatantly mention interests and benefits like politicians and businessmen in the elegant Deja Valley. Fortunately, Teacher Shante, who hates these things the most, has left.

Although it does not seem quite right, what this letter says is indeed related to Di Yagu's plan, and not every guild member is completely unmoved by interests like Mr. Shante. And at this delicate time, the opinion of the acting guild leader is undoubtedly the most important.

"This letter is indeed too much. I apologize for my son's words in the letter." The Marquis bowed to the other three members very gracefully. "But at the same time, I would like to remind everyone that what is written above is indeed true. I will not express my opinion on this action, nor will I personally participate in the action. Please decide whether to help him or not."

"I'll help him." The chubby Nopolinot raised his hand. The nature of the magic businessman seemed to make him aware that it was profitable.

Master Aiden said lightly: "I can go, but if he can master the Academy of Magic. I want him to help me return that stinky woman in Aidley to the Tower of Tooth."

The Marquis replied lightly: "This is the matter between you and him, Master Aiden. But I think since you helped him, he must naturally remember your kindness."

Master Aiden didn't answer, but just nodded.

"Forget it, since both of you have shot, I won't be able to put on airs." The remaining necromancer also sighed and nodded.

"But, Inham, you really don't need to make a move? Although we all understand that you don't want to be suspected of favoritism, this matter is not a trivial matter."

The Marquis shook his head and smiled: "No, because there are more important things waiting for me..."

One day later, it was three or four hundred miles south of the royal capital of Ainfast.

This is the temporary residence of Emperor Geffenhard XVII of Einfast, which was temporarily built by local officials. Although it was simple, His Majesty the Emperor himself didn't care too much, after all, he didn't want to come out for a tour.

Although His Majesty the emperor may not be considered a good emperor, he is definitely not a bad emperor anyway. At least he knew very well that he was not made to be an emperor, so he had always consciously listened to the arrangements of the people around him.

This time, Geffenhardt XVII is very unwilling to leave the seriously ill queen to go on a tour alone. If this was not the common intention of the Queen's new sister, the Prime Minister, and Captain Roland, he would never leave the Queen alone. In particular, Her Majesty's illness is still very serious. Although he also knew that it might be relative to Her Majesty's illness. Whether the new cardinal can regain control of the Academy of Magic is more important to this country, but in his own above goals, there is really nothing more important than the queen.

He has been sending people back to inquire about the queen's condition every day since he left the capital, and finally one day. Following the news of the arrival of the cardinal, and the fact that he cured the queen after he came out, Geffenhart was overjoyed, and he even wanted to rush back to the capital to directly give the Academy of Magic to this man. The cardinal handed it over. But this is just an impulse. He himself knew that Prime Minister Mrak and Captain Roland were a hundred times better at state affairs than he was, and their loyalty was absolutely beyond doubt. Not necessarily with his loyalty, but with the country's loyalty.

"How is it? Is the queen's health getting better?" Geffenhardt XVII asked.

The guard who had just rushed back from the royal capital knelt down and replied: "Her Majesty's body is recovering day by day, and her complexion has completely returned to normal. Apart from eating very little, Lord Cardinal said that she has fully recovered. Already."

"What about vampires?" His Majesty the Emperor turned blue when he asked this question. He has already made up his mind, if this matter develops in a bad direction again, he will rush back to the capital with Captain Roland no matter what.

"His Majesty, the matter about vampires has been proven to be an ordinary murder. Bishop Jiawei led the priests of the Magic Academy to examine the corpse carefully and confirmed that it was actually murdered with a sharp weapon. Then fake the traces of vampires sucking blood. Chief Rod Hart of the Imperial Guard is under orders to investigate the murderer."

"Okay, okay, okay...the people from Celeste are really extraordinary. It seems that this cardinal is really amazing..." The emperor sighed and sighed. Here comes the happiest news he has heard. "It seems that I should go back and thank the cardinal." The emperor looked at Captain Roland as if seeking advice.

The head of the Baba Roland next to him shook his head: "The more this is the case, the more your Majesty should not rush back."

The emperor sighed helplessly, but nodded again.

In fact, Captain Roland also wanted to sigh, and he didn't expect the cardinal to come by such a coincidence. It just happened to cure Her Majesty's strange disease, and it seemed to solve a false alarm. And the higher the prestige of the new bishop, the more troublesome it would be for them.

It is absolutely impossible for the Academy of Magic to be returned to Celeste. This is not only to uphold the position of Bishop Ronnies, but also the vital interests of the Ainfast Empire. Therefore, the emperor was not allowed to contact the bishop to show his flaws. Let the prime minister and the great priests deal with it, and try to make Ji himself retreat in the shortest possible time. But I don't know what happened in the capital, but these days, news that is beneficial to the cardinal keeps coming. It seems that they will have to continue to stay out for a while.

In fact, maybe some extreme measures can be used... Anyway, Celeste is busy dealing with Oufu now. Impatiently, Captain Roland unconsciously had a hint of killing intent in his heart.

But he himself was alarmed immediately, because it was obviously not a reasonable solution. Then he immediately felt strange again, because he knew very well that he was not an excitable and reckless person, and this idea seemed to have no reason. This strangeness was followed by extreme vigilance, and his hand had already touched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

It can only make a master unknowingly have the killing intent, this can only be the killing intent issued by another person. And this is not the kind of ferocious and aggressive murderous intent, but another kind of flat, gentler, subtler but more moist and silent killing intent that penetrates into the bone marrow. Those who can have such killing intent will not be warriors or assassins, only magicians.

"Be alert." Roland shouted coldly, and the surrounding members of the Paladins all drew their weapons. Since the vampire incident that happened in Duoduo before, the guards around the emperor were no longer just ordinary guards, but a small group of members of the Holy Knights.

"What's the matter?" His Majesty the emperor in the middle still didn't know why.

The outside of the palace is very quiet. This palace was originally built by a lake in a relatively quiet and elegant place. But the other guards and human voices outside had already disappeared unknowingly. Not only human voices, but even the singing of birds and insects that should have disappeared. All that remained was the eerie silence and the murderous aura that seemed to be mixed with the air.

An extremely fierce sword light suddenly slanted out from the main hall of the palace, and then this small house slowly slipped from the waist and fell into two pieces. The inside and outside of the house suddenly become one, and the surrounding situation can be seen at a glance.

In the middle of the lake, there is a person standing for some reason. This person stood on the water like this, the surrounding wind, birds, all disappeared, and even the lake surface under his feet was as calm as a mirror. Like a dead mirror.

All the guards and others who were standing outside have already lay quietly on the ground, as if they were asleep. But it is obvious that this is not really falling asleep, because no one will sleep so that even the skin around the body turns white.

The person standing in the middle of the lake is covered in a large mage robe, only the lower half of his face is exposed, while the upper half of his face is a bright silver skull mask. This mask doesn't seem very hideous, even children can't be frightened. But seeing the mask, Captain Roland and the other regiment members all shrank their eyes, because they were not children, and they knew what the mask represented.

The mage in the lake didn't move like a statue, but the eyes under the silver skull mask looked at Captain Roland and the group.

There is no dazzling light in these eyes. Still very cloudy. And at such a long distance, many people can't even see those eyes, but everyone has a feeling that this magician is watching them.

It is true that one person can watch a group of people, but gazing can only watch one person. Everyone knows this, but the emperor and the surrounding guards feel that the magician in the distance is watching them. Even if you can't see any traces in those gazes and eyes, you can clearly feel it. It's an intuitive touch. Everyone felt a wave of weakness spreading from their bodies. It was a strange feeling. It seems to diffuse from the unconsciousness of one's own body, but it constantly devours the vitality in every inch of the body with an imperceptible feeling.

"In the name of the Lord, purify everything in this world." A priest recited a prayer in a deep voice, and the light magic of white magic radiated from around his body. This strange feeling immediately spread across the crowd disappeared from the body.

White mages who can become a member of the Holy Knights can definitely be ranked among the top 20 in the Academy of Magic if they count their strength. But the priest's face was still extremely ugly. He turned his head and said to Roland, "Master, this is the double erosion of soul magic and dark magic. My defense can barely resist it. It is absolutely impossible to continue like this."

Roland took a long breath and drew out his sword.

The sword is only three feet long, but he is at least three hundred feet away from the magician in the lake. But even so, he still drew his sword. Roland is definitely the only one on the continent who can return the sword from such a long distance. Even Lance Luowu, who is known as the number one person in the mainland, might not be stronger than him in terms of pure sword attainment.

And this sword is definitely the only sword in the mainland, enough to hit a sword three hundred feet away. A sharp white light shot away from the magician in the lake with the slash of the sword.

The magician in the lake still didn't move, but the lake water in front of him rose suddenly and became a thick wall of water. The white light hit the water wall with a bang. The splashed lake water rained heavily on this area.

"Escort Your Majesty, withdraw." Roland's face was livid. The release of sword energy consumes a lot of energy, and he knows that it will not have any effect on such an enemy at such a long distance. The most important thing is that he understands that since the opponent makes a move, he must be sure.

Sure enough ~IndoMTL.com~ An extremely dull sound of breaking wind fell from the sky. Everyone looked up and saw four huge statues falling from the sky.

The ground shook with a loud bang, and the four statues fell to the ground at the same time. These are four iron statues with a height of five meters. The carefully polished huge bodies are covered with magic runes, and the joints are also made to be movable. One can tell that these are not ordinary statues, but It is a golem that uses magic to make people and people.

No matter what kind of puppet is made, it is very expensive to make. It can be said that these things are almost accumulated with silver coins that are similar in size and weight to themselves, and especially this kind of steel puppet is even more expensive than direct It is more expensive to cast silver coins. Of course, compared to their huge cost, their huge combat effectiveness and hard-to-injury bodies are also the nightmare of ordinary soldiers. And there are not many magicians on the mainland who can go out four of these things at once.

There is no pie in the sky, and naturally it is impossible to drop a golem. There are dozens of bat-like figures hovering in the sky, and they are the ones who threw these things down. Being able to transport these guys weighing more than ten thousand catties to this place, it is self-evident that these flying things themselves are difficult to pay.

But it's not just these things that Roland is worried about. He could see two figures on the backs of those black figures. Although he couldn't see clearly, he knew that those two figures must also be wearing the silver skull masks.