The Magic Thief Chapter 2:

There are two skateboards with the front end tilted under a wooden board. There is a wrench on the right side of the front part. The wrench is connected to a lever and can be used to control a row of iron plows at the end of the plank. The plank was tied by two belts, and the other end of the belt was tied to a pony that looked rather small and cute. The horse’s legs are tied with ski equipment, and the horse’s back is covered with a thick cashmere blanket. The girls who grew up in the South have never seen such a novel thing. Finney and Justine touched the little cute pony for a while, moved the lever of the sleigh for a while, and watched the iron plow plunge into the snow. Ted was busy carrying his luggage onto the back few sledges. Everything is ready to stop, everyone boarded the sleigh. Justine, the little girl, couldn't restrain the joy of riding the sled. She even had the urge to sit in front and drive the sled herself.

The sky still looks so low, and the wind is still sweeping wanton. The blizzard closed most people in the house. No pedestrians can be seen on the street, only a sled can be seen speeding past occasionally.

Ted is still leading the way. The people driving the sledge behind could not even see the trace of the sledge in front. They could only look at the traces of crushing on the snow, and followed closely behind.

When the blizzard came, Frank's tall and wide gate was already tightly closed. Ted had to stop at the gate of the city.

After yelling to the inside of the city gate, the little guy next to him slowly opened. Everyone had to get off the sled, rubbing their frozen and numb limbs, struggling to walk in the thick snow.

"Damn it, why close the city gate?" Justine complained.

"A rare and weird little girl." Freila explained with a light smile: "This is the case in all northern cities. Once it snows, the thick snow will block the city gates. Think about it, if something happens, Is it too late to temporarily close the city gate? If there is an enemy attack at this time, the city gate enclosed by ice and snow will completely lose its original value."

"Wow! Miss Freila, you know so much." Justine said in surprise.

Freila just responded with a wry smile to the little girl's praise, obviously she didn't care about such praise.

After entering the city gate, my eyes suddenly opened up. The sight of the capital is indeed different. Although everywhere is covered by thick snow, from the undulating buildings and the magnificent statues standing still in the wind and snow, you can see that Franck is worthy of being a member of the Kingdom of France. capital. Although Searthburg also has magnificent buildings, although Nangang is extremely prosperous and lively, but compared with the capital, they can only be regarded as small towns to be seen.

Frank's first impression is that he is tall. The buildings on both sides of the street stretch out like high mountains. Very few low-rise buildings of two or three floors are seen here. The towering and sharp roof is a common feature of these buildings, just like sharp swords piercing the sky. Franck’s streets are not narrow, ordinary streets can line four carriages side by side, but under the pressure of the towering buildings on both sides, the streets seem a bit narrow.

Frank's second impression is that he has many statues. At a glance, you can see exquisite sculptures everywhere, no matter on the doors and walls of the buildings, or around the empty square. Dark bronze, white and red marble, black and white granite, sculptures of various textures can all be seen. Religion, history, landscape, and even drama, legendary characters, various themes can become the themes of sculptures. Although I only saw a scene in front of the city gate, Ruibo already felt the unique atmosphere of the capital.

Frank is not only the center of politics in the Kingdom of France, nor is it just a place where wealth gathers. Franck has a grammatical atmosphere that is not found elsewhere. This is a gathering place for artists and scholars. This soil possesses and nurtures countless talents. Neither Searthburg nor Southport can be compared with here. This is not just a reason for history and wealth. Tradition has created this magnificent and splendid city.

Across the city gate is a huge square. The few quaintly decorated buildings in the middle of the square happened to separate the city center of Franck from the city gate. Passing around these buildings, a straight and wide avenue appeared in front of everyone. The avenue covered by thick snow is like a piece of white silk spread out in front of people. Ribo estimated that even ten carriages running side by side on this avenue would be more than enough. This is the style of the capital.

The buildings and sculptures on Central Avenue are more exquisite, but unfortunately, the snowstorm concealed their splendor. Galloping in this white world, Ruibo has a strange feeling. Ruibo has seen many cities, but none of them shocked him as strongly as Franck.

Although Nangang has a lot of wealth, the level of prosperity of Nangang’s commercial streets is not comparable to other places, but Ruibo will never forget the scene of Nangang being flooded by stagnant water in the rainy season, and will never forget that full It was the alleys that were muddy and difficult to walk, and the common people's areas where the air was full of foul smells.

Surthburg is different from Southport. It has tall and majestic buildings, which are the splendor accumulated by the wealth of the South of France. Apart from these historic buildings, there is no What a commendable thing.

But here is completely different. The whole city is a perfect work, and many well-known unknown artists have given life to this work of art.

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When Ruibo woke up from his emotions, the sleigh had stopped in front of a simple and elegant villa. An ordinary iron fence enclosed the villa. The blizzard completely covered the lawn, so the original appearance of the lawn is not visible at all.

The villa is in the style of Francis III. The wide eaves are its most conspicuous feature, and the two side buildings close to each other are the hallmarks of that era. Francis III advocated frugality, so the buildings at that time did not have long corridors and wing buildings far away.

Under the service of the servants, Ribo and the ladies walked into their temporary home.

"It's so warm." Justine cried. Although she was very happy sitting on the sleigh, the cold of the blizzard still made her unbearable. This temporary home is undoubtedly the best haven for her.

"Is Mr. Eckert here?" Ribo asked.

A middle-aged housekeeper walked over. He was dressed extremely decent, with hair oil on his head, and his face was thin and he didn't look honest.

"Lord Earl, today is the birthday of Marquis Sistine, and Mr. Eckert has been invited to the banquet." said the butler.

"When will he be back?" Ribo asked in a letter.

"Do you want me to call Mr. Eckert back?" The butler asked instead without answering Ribo's question.

"No, that's impolite. Besides, I don't have anything to rush to discuss with Eckert. I'm really tired along the way, I would like to take a good rest." Ribo said.

"Lord Earl, your room has been arranged, and Mr. Eckert personally arranged it. The luggage has been moved into the room for you." The manager said as he walked two steps to lead the way.

Follow the manager to the bedroom on the top floor. Eckert clearly knew Ribo's preferences. This bedroom can also be said to be a study. There are two rows of bookshelves on the wall by the window, and a desk under the window sill. This kind of furnishings looked a lot like my bedroom when I was in Hyde Manor. The only difference was that the bed, desk, or bookshelf were much more exquisite and elegant than before.

The most distinctive feature in the bedroom is the bed. Ruibo guessed that this bed and this villa are contemporary products. The Francis III period was an era of constant wars and disputes, and it was also a good time to make contributions. At that time, most of the nobles were soldiers, and luxury and beauty were not what they cared about. And the enemy will often send assassins. In order to withstand the fatal blow from the darkness, the nobles of the Age of III often made the bed like a strong cage. Ruibo squeezed the iron wire with the thickness of the pen tube. Although it has been nearly a thousand years, this thing is still so strong.

Lying on the bed, Ribo cleared the contents of his mind. He didn't sleep much at all last night. I spent the night studying the pamphlet that Eckert asked Francois to hand over to him. The content of the booklet made Ruibo puzzled. Although the above also shows Eckert's analysis of the situation in a simple way, it is difficult for him to draw a definite answer from this complicated change. His Majesty the King had to make such appointments, or had another conspiracy, as if every answer seemed to make sense, but there were huge loopholes. Like Eckert, Ribo is also lost in confusion, but unlike Eckert, he has no time. Ruibo guessed that the Legal Department sent his carriage to impound him, and in all likelihood, it was already on the way.

The butler does not seem to be a man who keeps himself safe, he is probably a spy placed by His Majesty the King. Riber guessed that Eckert didn't remove this eyeliner because there were other hidden spies in the servant. Keeping that steward might be able to play a decisive role when the time comes.

As Ruibo relaxed and wanted to find a clue from the chaotic information, he suddenly heard the sound of a slight doorbell, followed by the noisy footsteps of a group of strangers. The detectives of the Legal Affairs Department are really fast, Ribo thought to himself.

Ribbo silently counted the footsteps. The skills he learned from Kyle told him that there were at least four people who came, and two of them were obviously good at martial arts. When a knock came from outside the door, Ribo had already gotten up from the bed.

Opening the door, the butler really stood at the door with a sad expression on his face, but Ribo was not interested in watching this overdone performance. In addition to the housekeeper, four people stood at the door.

The headed man was thin and unsightly. Not only did he have a sunken nose, but his chin also rushed forward like a dislocation. Only the small eyes appeared piercing. Judging from the silver wig worn on this person's head, his status is not low, and his knighthood is at least above the baron. He was wearing a cloak, and silver-gray clothes were exposed under the cloak. He wears a huge ruby ​​ring on the index finger of his right hand. It looks very primitive in style and should be some years old, but Ribo can't tell which era it is. The three people who followed him were wearing attendant clothes, and from their looks and manners, it was obvious at a glance that they were all experienced detectives.

"Your Excellency is Count Ribo Medin Byndit?" the thin man asked.

"Yes, who is your Excellency?" Ribo asked calmly. Although he had thought of putting on a puzzled look, it might have caused the other party's suspicion.

The nobleman nodded slightly and said, "I am Ralbe Ista, Director of the Investigation Division of the Royal Legal Affairs Department. I have been ordered by His Majesty to temporarily imprison your freedom because someone has accused you of your identity. Raise a doubt."

Ribo nodded slightly. This was in his expectation. His Majesty the King could only do something about this matter.

"I know that your status is special. In the Bart Forest, your impressive record of repelling all the bandits with one person's power has already been passed to His Majesty the King. His Majesty is as young and promising as you in the Kingdom of France. , A superb magician, and proud, so he told us to take good care of you. Although you lose your freedom temporarily, it is only for the need to clarify the facts." said the nobleman.

Ribo said nothing, he carefully savored the meaning of the words just now. His Majesty the King obviously cares about his status as a magician, is he worried about his strength? Or is it because of cherishing people with special talents like magicians?

"Can I carry my wand?" Ribo asked.

"Please," the man said blankly.

After taking out the crossbow and dagger hidden in the sleeve, Ribo followed the man and went downstairs. The man's men stood around Ruibo, sandwiching Ruibo between them.

The moment they saw Ribo take out the crossbow, the nobleman and the big man standing on the left behind him shook all over at the same time. The well-informed them naturally knew who would use this weapon. In fact, when the door opened and they saw Ruibo's moments, the two people's keen intuition felt that the young man standing in front of him exuded a smell of danger and terror. The way Ruibo stood, the position of his hands hanging down, and the look in his eyes seemed so familiar to the two experienced detectives. They see a lot of such people. Although the face of the nobleman appeared extremely calm, his heart was as if he was overwhelmed by the river. Because of his feeling, they completely overturned their original guess.

Whether it is His Majesty the King or His Majesty’s court adviser, or even all the high-level staff of the Law Department involved in this matter, everyone thinks that this Ribo Beendit was made by the Seersborg or the Medin family. A liar, a fake. It wasn't until the news that came from the south one after another that this young man had the identity of a magician, everyone felt a little weird at this time. What they regret is that most of the news they received came from hearsay that the death of Earl Robert and the secret execution of the troublemakers in Nangang by their families have completely cut off the only source of reliable information. Moreover, from the information of Earl Martial that has been proven to be completely false, Prince Phillips had planned for a long time to make His Majesty the King and Searthburg hostile to each other.

At the beginning, he and a few others had a bad feeling. Why would Prince Phillips think that Surthburg can compete with His Majesty the King? But at that time, the king believed too much in those guys who had a tough attitude, and sent out the idiot Roberto Baird, and things got out of hand. It seems that things are not that simple now. The identity of this Ribo Byndit became more and more confusing, not only a magician, but also an extremely dangerous killer. This is the meaning of the Medin family, or Prince Phillips behind the scenes. Rabel thought hard, if he didn't want to get through this matter, his bedroom would be uneasy.

Unlike Roberto Baird, Rabel Istar is known as the loyal dog of His Majesty the King. The Istar family has played an important role in the Legal Affairs Office for generations, and the members of this family are direct spies in the hands of successive kings. This family, which has prospered since the time of Francis IX, is often called a doghouse by the nobles in the capital. For Rabel Istar, he doesn't care who can become a king, he and his family will always play for the person sitting on the throne. Therefore, for Ruibo, a character with a very special identity, Labelle feels extremely headache. He has made up his mind to go to see His Majesty the King in a while, and he must let His Majesty the King know that everyone's speculation about what happened in Sarthburg is very incomplete and hides a terrible crisis.

Surthburg is not as simple as it seems. The failures of Robert and Martial were not the result of luck and complicated conflicts of interest. In fact, Robert and Martial are doomed to fail. Because their opponent is not a botched liar, nor is it a fake who is closely related to the church, nor is it an ordinary magic apprentice. It's a ruthless killer. There is a way to train such a killer, and the person standing behind him is such a man of magical powers. A killer who can perform magic, an assassin who is proficient in magic, as long as he thinks about this, Labelle feels creepy. Along the way, Labelle always felt frightened, and he felt more and more serious. It seemed inconspicuous at first, if it weren't for the almost uncontrollable disturbance caused by Robert Roberts, this small southern county, which His Majesty and others would not really take seriously, had hidden such a deep murderous intent. The worried Rabell just wanted to bring the little lord of Surthbourg to the "net palace" as soon as possible.

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Drive along the central avenue and pass the Anderfie Cathedral, the Nine Star Garden, the High Altar and the Banna Monastery, and you can see a huge building that looks square like a fortress with guards guarding the top. It is Frank's famous Lombard prison. This prison was built by the prestigious His Majesty Francis V himself. His original purpose was to temporarily detain those on death row who were about to be executed. However, this prison did not later play that role. This is entirely because this prison once held a prisoner with a very special identity-the talented but cowardly and indecisive Francis VI.

The VI spent the last seven years of his life in this prison. From then on, those who can be imprisoned in Lombard prison will definitely not be unknown. High-class nobles, cabinet ministers, foreign vassals, members of the royal family, only these people are qualified to be locked in this prestigious place. There is even a saying in the Kingdom of France: "The best life is to be baptized in Anderfie Cathedral, graduated from Remo College, work at No. 9 Saberton Avenue, and live in Shantrongen. , And finally died in Lombardy."

Although Ruibo had heard of this legendary prison before, he never thought that he would live in it one day. Looking at the granite-stacked castle in front of him, looking at the narrow windows covered with iron railings, Ruibo felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. When working as a small clerk in Nangang, Ribo heard the name Lombard Prison from Mr. Matilde, his owner. Mr. Mattilde once said that the thinkers he admired the most were once locked up in this prison. Lombardi Prison has almost become a symbol, a symbol of recognition of a person's status.

Mr. Madilde even said that if the Lombard prison is open to the outside world one day, he must come and visit the rooms where the great writer and thinker Farnell lived. Maybe on the walls of those rooms, he still Can find the essence of the wisdom left by these thinkers.

Ribo walked into this impregnable place like a pilgrimage. To his surprise, the Lombard prison was not as dark and damp and lifeless as he had imagined. It's quite bright inside. Inside the prison wall, there are several floors built with iron bars, and thin iron wires are woven into a net to cover the floors above them. Guards in uniform walked around the prison area, patrolling back and forth. In the middle of the prison are separate rooms. On the bottom floor, most of the rooms are already full, and the more you get to the top, the fewer rooms with people. Only one room above the top floor was lit.

Ribo followed the emaciated nobleman, and the guest room prepared for him was obviously on the top floor of the prison. What surprised Ruibo was that, like the hotel, there are also suites on the top floor.

"Mr. Ribo Beendit, your grievances live here temporarily. Your Majesty does not want to deprive you of your freedom. He just wants no one to hinder you before the hearing." Said after he politely invited Rui Bo into the cell.

Ribo looked around. Compared with his previous home in Nangang, this place is simply paradise. The layout of the cell is very simple, with a single bed leaning against one side of the wall, covered with white cotton sheets and bedding. The pillow was fluffy and soft, and it was obviously stuffed with goose down. There are two wooden blocks nailed to the wall above the desk, which can be used to place books. There is also a small door on the right side of the cell, where is the washing room.

"Master Istar, can you tell me who my neighbor is?" Ribo asked curiously.

"I don’t know if you’ve heard of the name Magre Dumiliet. The Dumilie family is close relatives of His Majesty the King, but it’s a pity that Mr. Magler is a hopeless lunatic. I absolutely I believe that gentleman should be transferred to a mental hospital instead of living here. The environment here does not help his recovery." Labelle replied respectfully.

After that, he looked at Ruibo and started sorting his luggage, and then pushed out the cell.

After leaving the cell, Labelle quickened his pace immediately, and he wanted to meet the king as soon as possible.

Rapid footsteps sounded from the Lombard prison.

Labell's men did not humiliate their mission. Although all the sledges of the Legal Affairs Department had been borrowed, they requisitioned a sledge from the street. A detective who is good at this, sits in front and controls the dogs. The sledge was speeding up the street.

Thirty kilometers, for a dog-pulled sled, it’s just a blink of an eye. Rabel got off the sled, slapped the snow off his body, and walked towards the palace.

The snow in front of the palace gate has already been leveled. The red carpet on the ground has been put away. Your Majesty does not want to let the beloved red carpet be covered with snow. Two court maids stood at the door, holding rags and sponges in their hands, apparently to wipe out every pair of snow-stained shoes.

"Hehe, Viscount Istar, why are you so interested today that you came here with that thing? You should really ride that sleigh and go around the palace twice, so that everyone is well Get a taste of your style." A court lady chuckled softly with a feathered folding fan covering her mouth.

Labelle has never bothered to chat with these noble ladies. The Istar family has its own way of survival, and there is no need to win over these noble ladies to consolidate the family's position.

The ugly Rabel has long been accustomed to the cynicism of these women, and doesn't care about everything they say.

"Your Majesty, do you have any time to spare? I have important things to tell." Labelle said with a straight face.

"Your Majesty is discussing matters with your chief justice, the Marquis of Ruhr, Justice Briza, and the court adviser, Marquis Keane." The court lady said.

"Just right, I have something to report to them. Where is your Majesty now? The big living room or the second floor conference hall?" Rabell asked.

The lady pointed her finger upstairs. Rabel immediately walked towards the stairs.

"I don't know what the dog smelled again." The lady glanced at Rabel's hastily back and said contemptuously.

"Dogs have the advantage of dogs. Apart from him, who can enter and leave the palace casually?" the attendant standing aside whispered.

Label, who hurried upstairs, did not hear the attendant talking to him. The meeting was heard in the room on the west side of the second floor. The two guards standing at the door show that His Majesty the King is indeed inside.

Seeing Rabel, the important ministers did not feel impatient because their discussions were interrupted. Because each of them knows that Labelle's sense of smell is extremely sharp, he can often find crises that others cannot see. The Istar family is a hunting dog carefully trained by the Prince of Francis. The hunting dog is impeccable in terms of loyalty to the royal family and ability. Because of this, Rabel, who is not high in position or title, has a transcendent status.

"Rabbi, looking at you in a hurry, did something big happen?" Francis XVI asked with a smile.

The rabbi is the name of Rabel, but this name can only be used by the king, because the rabbi is also the name that people often give to dogs.

However, Labelle obviously didn't care about this. After he bowed deeply, he said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the heir of Searthburg has already lived in the'net palace'."

Hearing the name of Searthburg, the king couldn't help but frown. He had no good feelings about the Medin family. It was because of the Medin family that he almost lost his throne. If it weren't for the agreement signed with the Kingdom of Derry, I'm afraid this fellow Phillips has already entered the Pensell Palace grandiosely, sitting on the throne in the center.

"Are there any new discoveries?" The Marquis of Keene next to him naturally saw that the king's face was wrong.

Among the people, he advocated treating the matter of Searthburg mildly. Although the wealth of the South is attractive, the foundation of the Kingdom of Francis is not in the South after all. The powerful knights bred in the northern wilderness, the rich minerals of the central mountains, the many scholars and craftsmen of Francis and the surrounding areas, and the superb magical culture, all these are the guarantee of the strength of the Francis Kingdom. For the wealth of the South, to break the tradition of the Kingdom of Francis for more than a thousand years, and then shake the foundation of the entire kingdom. This is really not worth it. It is too late to appease those local wealthy aristocrats. If there are branches at this time, I am afraid that it is not only His Majesty that will suffer. The elderly court adviser seemed to have seen that a full-scale civil war broke out between the king and Prince Phillips. When the two sides were exhausted, the Kingdom of Delizhi suddenly invaded, and the iron hoof of Delizhi trampled on the kingdom of Francis. territory.

"Your Majesty, what kind of person do you think is the most powerful?" said Labelle. Although he wanted to tell the king and the ministers here, he knew that the king might not Will listen in. To make the king understand what he meant, his speaking skills were very particular.

"I know what you want to say, the heir of the Medin family is an apprentice of magic, everyone already knows about this." Labelle interrupted the Lord of the Justice Department on top of his head.

Labell has always been dismissive of this boss who is full of brains and thinking about how to make money.

He continued to ask: "Your Majesty, which magician is the most difficult to deal with?"

They looked at each other when they heard Rabell's question.

No one can guess Labelle's intentions anymore.

"I have no way to answer this difficult question. I only have to ask Master Vach and Chairman Nielere, and maybe I can get an accurate answer." The king shook his head and said.

The Marquis of Keene seemed to suddenly understand what Rabell meant. He leaned in front of the king and said softly: "The meaning of Viscount Istar is that the magician on our side is not difficult to deal with. But the magicians on the enemy’s side are all troubled."

Hearing this sentence, the others showed a suddenly realized expression.

Only Rabel shook his head and said: "I admire the wisdom of the Marquis Keene, but what I really mean is that the most difficult magicians are those unconventional magicians. Your Majesty, you still remember your A great grandfather, was the bloodthirsty magician whom His Majesty Francis XIV used all the power of the country to encircle and suppress? In ten years, more than 30,000 people were killed, the terrible plague that spread to the entire kingdom, and sacrificed a magician. Shi, have you ever heard of a magician that is more difficult to deal with than him?"

What Rabell said made everyone's horror. The disaster that swept through the kingdom of Francis, the devilish blood magician was once one of the nightmare fears of the kingdom. Although half a century has passed, everyone here will never forget the years when everyone felt fearful. Most of them had reached a sensible age when the blood magicians were raging, and those years full of tension and terror had carved deep scars in their hearts.

"Do you mean that little apprentice of magic, who is also a mentally normal lunatic?" the king asked, sitting upright, his tone was solemn and nervous.

"No, your Majesty, it’s worse than that. There is a kind of person who is more terrible than a madman. There is no king in this world who has died in the hands of a madman, but most of those who have lost their lives are in their hands, even the most wise and powerful king. , They will also feel horrified and scared." Labelle said.

The court adviser apparently understood what Labell meant. He took a breath and muttered to himself: "Assassin, an assassin proficient in magic." This time Labelle nodded.

The words of the Marquis of Keene seemed to introduce a raging blizzard into this warm meeting room. The big men couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"What the **** is going on? You don't have to go around in circles anymore. I already understand what you mean and tell us what you have discovered." The king's expression became serious. The two words assassin were enough to make him frightened.

A wise king like Francis V, his chest can no longer fit a little Francis, thousands of troops and the world’s strongest magicians are all gathered under his command, and the world is almost mastered. Already in the palm of his hand. But an assassin who did not leave a name in the history book ended the life of the greatest king of the Francis kingdom and at the same time ended the most brilliant and splendid era of Francis. If the brutal and terrifying blood magician is the shadow that is carved in the heart of the king, then the fear of the assassin is deeply imprinted in his bone marrow.

Before this, he had only anger and contempt for Thursburg and the Maidin family. Even though the Robard incident made him stand on the edge of the cliff of power, the King still did not regard Thursburg as a threat to him. The Presbyterian, Prince Phillips, and the Holy See are the enemies he really cares about. Originally, in his opinion, the incident in Surthburg was just that he accidentally brought the vital points to the opponent, and the real pain he felt came from the other three enemies. But now, an assassin proficient in magic appeared in front of him. If this is the real killing of Searthburg, then Searthburg will be far more terrifying than any opponent.

Whether it is the Presbyterian House or Prince Phillips, all they want is their throne. But the assassins are completely different, their own life is their goal. Fear spread across him, burning his soul like wildfire.

"Label, you help me solve this trouble, completely solve it." The king roared hysterically.

"Your Majesty, if this is your will, I have to obey it, but your Majesty, I must say this is the worst choice." Labelle replied calmly.

"Your Majesty, I agree with Viscount Istar." Marquis Keene also persuaded:

"Surthburg’s real purpose is to retain the ownership of the Medin family’s hereditary territories. To be fair, this requirement is not excessive. The development of the situation to the present level has originally exceeded the original expectations. What's more, for Sersi We know very little about Fort, Your Majesty, do you know that they have trained a few such killers, will there be even more powerful killers that have not appeared in front of us?"

The Marquis of Keene saw His Majesty the King gritted his teeth, as if he did not hear his words in his ears, he had to emphasize his tone and said, "Your Majesty, don’t forget, this Mr. Byndit, it’s May. The last legal heir of the Ding family, if he dies, the Meding family will lose the way to solve the problem through legitimate channels. You killed Mr. Byndit, didn't you force the Meding family to use a killer?"

The words of the court counsel made the king suddenly startled.

"Yes, your majesty, how did you forget, your real enemy is your brother, Prince Phillips, the control of Searthburg is just a trivial matter, even if control is not taken back, Searthburg The annual tax payment is already quite substantial. In this way, Searthburg is in our camp. If they are pushed in a hurry and they are drawn to the past by Prince Phillips, then our trouble will be big." The Marquis of Farrul hurriedly helped out. After all, once he broke his face with Sarthbourg, if Sarthbourg sent an assassin, he would be responsible for the safety of the king. This was a thankless and very dangerous thing.

"Your Majesty, now is the best time for us to deal with Prince Phillips. The agreement signed with Delizhi will allow us to cut military expenditures justifiably. With Prince Phillips’ financial resources, such a huge The army, he can last for two years at most. Without the prince of the army, what would be terrible? But once Sarthborough joins forces with him, things will not be the case. Although Sarthbourg’s financial resources are not enough to support such a huge amount. However, if Prince Phillips can support it for a day, the threat to your Majesty will be a bigger one. Moreover, the wealthy in other places may turn the rudder by the wind. At that time, the situation will not be as optimistic as it is now."

The scheming Marquis of Keene looked at the depth of the problem differently, and his words made the king fall into contemplation.

"Label, invite Master Vach here, I want to listen to his opinion." The king frowned and said.

The Marquis of Keene has always been a little disgusted with the court magician Vach. He looked helplessly at His Majesty the King, who had invaded him in this circle for so long, it was clear that His Majesty did not fully accept their suggestions. Before deciding how to treat the heir to Lord Sirthberg, summoning the palace magician, he had actually put his weight on the wrong side.

Watch is an extremely conceited person, and his opinions will only make His Majesty the King have blind confidence. An conceited person is also a person who cannot tolerate others, and the Marquis of Keene can even guess what kind of advice Waqi would make to His Majesty the King. The Marquis of Keene felt deeply helpless, and he could only hope that Master Nile Ere, the chairman of the Magic Association, could reverse all this. Master Nile Herre is a true wise man.

As expected by the Marquis of Keene, after the arrival of the court magician Vaqi, everyone was driven out of the meeting room. This master magician wanted to have a private conversation with His Majesty the King.

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Out of the kingdom, the Attorney General and the Inspectorate boarded their respective carriages. The Marquis of Keene came by sleigh like Rabell, but the sleigh of the Marquis of Keene was much more beautiful and beautiful. There were four sleighs. A pony.

The Marquis of Keene glanced at Rabell’s sled, and said with a smile: "Master Istar, your Excellency is in good spirits. I played this sled when I was a kid."

Labelle shrugged easily at the joke of the Marquis of Keene. He knew very well that the Marquis of Keene was one of the least prejudiced against him among all the ministers. The jokes he made were all kind jokes.

"Master Istar, would you like to walk with me?" asked the Marquis of Keene.

As for the invitation of the Marquis, Labelle will naturally not refuse. In his eyes, the Marquis of Keene is a respectable figure.

Boarding on the sleigh, the Marquis of Keene draped a blanket on his knees. Such a cold weather was a bit unbearable for an old man like him.

"Viscount Istar, what do you think of the heir to Surthburg?" asked the Marquis of Keene.

"Four young ladies were walking with him. I don’t think he was here to assassinate His Majesty the King, but he is one of the most dangerous people I have ever seen. His actions, manners, and eyes all prove He has undergone rigorous training and is the most terrifying dark night assassin." Labelle said.

"Night Assassin? It's the first time I heard this term." Marquis Keene said with a smile.

"Lord Marquis, this is our classification of assassins. Night assassins refer to those who have received the most rigorous assassination training, are proficient in various weapons and infiltration and escape techniques, and rely on the cover of night to assassinate assassins. There is also a kind of assassin. These people are called acting assassins. These people have not undergone special assassination training, but they can't be distinguished among ordinary people. They can be nobles or civilians. Finally, there is also a kind of ambush assassin. They often act in groups and are proficient in joint attacks. He is good at using heavy weapons and crossbows.” Rabir explained.

"This is weird. As the heir, training him to act as an assassin is the most appropriate choice. Earl, the magician has these two identities. No one would have guessed that he turned out to be an assassin. "The Marquis of Keene said to himself.

"This is also something that I find strange. I can only guess that the purpose of this is to create the strongest assassin. In terms of lethality, acting assassins and ambush assassins are difficult to match. The dark night assassin is on the same level. It is not easy to successfully train a good dark night assassin. The method of training the dark night assassin is extremely cruel and even distorts human nature. Therefore, the successfully trained dark night assassin will inevitably be different from ordinary people. They are different, their eyes are extremely sharp, their pupils can contract freely, their eyes are always wandering, and a little movement will attract their attention." Labell said.

"You can definitely be sure? That kind of characteristic seems to be seen in an excellent swordsman, and thieves and thieves are also sharp-eyed people who are always aware of the surrounding movement." asked the Marquis of Keene.

"It should not be mistaken. These types of people feel completely different to us. The swordsman has the temperament of the swordsman. The thieves and thieves are naturally afraid of us, but the dark night assassin brings us the feeling of danger. And a sense of oppression, they are cold-blooded killers who despise human life, and there is no fear or fear." Labelle said.

"How many night assassins are there?" asked the Marquis of Keene.

"As far as I know, Prince Phillips has trained many assassins. Among them, there are at least a dozen assassins in the dark. Among the wealthy, only the Wootton family and the Sybil family have some assassins. These two families have assassinated each other for centuries. They are probably the two most experienced assassins in the Kingdom of France. In addition, Those thieves’ unions also have many assassins, and the most dangerous assassin assassin comes from among them.” Labelle replied.

Of course, the Marquis of Keene knows that Labelle has also concealed some things. His Majesty must also have assassins in his hands, and all of these assassins are in the hands of the King’s "loyal dog". But of course the Marquis of Keene would not listen to these things.

"Do you have any way to effectively deal with the Assassin of the Night?" asked the Marquis of Keene.

"My lord Marquis, how many His Majesty Kings have been assassinated and killed throughout the ages? Haven't they thought about how to protect their lives?" Rabel asked in return.

"This is exactly what I am worried about. If this trouble is not resolved, Your Majesty may have trouble sleeping and eating. I hope your Majesty will not make the wrong choice." The Marquis of Keene said with a long sigh.

"My lord Marquis, I think you won't stand by! Do you have any plans to tell me? Maybe I can help." Labelle hinted.

The Marquis of Keene naturally knows what Rabel means. The Istar family, who have served as direct spies under the royal family for generations, possesses countless unknown information. Many things may not even be clear to His Majesty himself, but the Istar family has detailed records.

"I'm planning to visit Master Nilaère, maybe he can take some measures." said the Marquis of Keene.

"My lord Marquis, do you respect the chairman so much? As far as I know, the chairman is not likely to have a conflict with Master Vatch, and there may be a tacit understanding between them." Rabell said in a low voice.

The Marquis of Keene was indeed taken aback. He also lowered his voice and asked: "Does your majesty know this?"

Label frowned and said: "Your Majesty trusts Master Waqi very much, and I only make speculations based on some clues. How can I report this kind of thing that is irrelevant to the overall situation and has no real evidence. "

"Then who do you think is behind Mr. Beldit who is supporting him?" asked the Marquis of Keene again. Although he had guessed in his heart, he still wanted to get him from Rabel Get more precise news.

"It’s hard to say. The Holy See has spent a lot of effort on this matter. Yi Lei and the Holy See have an external relationship. If I say that Yi Lei is training magicians for Searthburg, I totally believe that, more What's more, recently Surthbourg suddenly possessed advanced technology for making glass. This was originally an absolute secret that Yi Lei strictly kept. The secret cooperation between Yi Lei and Surthbourg is no longer just a guess. However, there is also news that it is Ann. It’s not impossible that the two masters of Dili and Marsch are behind the scenes to support Surthbourg. Master Antili and Yi Lei are closely related. Master Marsch has been with the Lord Hyde and the chairman of the Nangang Business Federation for many years. Good friend." Labelle told the Marquis Keene everything he knew.

"Does your majesty know this?" Keane asked again.

"How dare I conceal this? But his Majesty replied that it is impossible for the two masters Andeli and Marsch to support Sirthberg, because Master Nile Herre confirmed this matter, those two The master is busy studying magic, they can't spare any time to worry about the nostalgia outside." Labelle replied.

Suddenly Rabel once again lowered his voice and whispered: "His Majesty has become extremely confident during this period of time. It seems that it has a lot to The magic research carried out may enable your Majesty to master an extremely powerful power. If my guess is correct, Master Nilaère has set everything up next to the other two masters." After speaking the last sentence, pull Bell warned softly: "Lord Marquis, I advise you to keep a distance from Master Nilaère. That master is not the kind of noble character you think. He is not much different from Master Vach, just One does not know how to conceal himself, while the other is much smarter."

The Marquis of Keene looked at the unsightly secret probe collar in front of him, and for a while did not know whether he should go to the Magic Association.

"Master Marquis, you can proceed according to your original plan. Everything you just said is just my guess. Now you have the opportunity to verify whether my guess is correct." Labelle grinned. Said.