The Magic Thief Chapter 3:

The life in the Lombard prison, for Ribo, did not make him feel uncomfortable. Except that relatives and friends cannot visit the prisoners living in the prison, the Lombard prison can definitely be described as luxurious compared with other prisons.

There are even special servants in the Lombard prison to make their beds and quilts. The food in the prison is also in accordance with the prisoners' individual preferences. Even for a person with a unique taste like Ruibo, the food in the Lombard prison can satisfy him. In the midst of the twelfth lunar month, even Ruibo could still provide excellent seafood, and even Ruibo had to admire the supernatural power of the chef. The guards of the Lombard prison went out of patrol and never disturbed the lives of the prisoners.

Another unique aspect of the Lombard Prison is that it takes a very long time. Because the people detained here are all decent figures in the upper-class society, socializing has already become a part of their lives. Walking after breakfast, morning tea, lunch, and afternoon tea are all popular fashions in the aristocratic circle. In the Lombard prison, this fashion is not prohibited, but the time is slightly shortened, but the entertainment time after dinner and dinner is still very long.

In just one day, Ruibo got acquainted with most of the people here. What he didn't expect was that the characters in the Lombard prison were not all incompatible philosophers and thinkers as he imagined. On the contrary, many officials who made mistakes or embezzled public funds were locked up here. Many wealthy families send their ineffective children here. The Lombardy Hell is like a hodgepodge, and all kinds of people in the upper class can see it here. Of course, there are indeed some people who are dissatisfied with the court and cabinet. But it is a bit too much to say that they are thinkers. These people can be regarded as dissidents at best. Three days later, Ruibo was disappointed with these people, and he would rather hide in the cell to read which books.

The Lombardy Prison has a pretty good library. The library is open to prisoners every morning at tea time, and Ribo borrows a lot of books that he is interested in. Ribo, who was immersed in the ocean of knowledge, gave up those boring social gatherings. Except for a few laps and walks around the cell on the top floor after dinner, Ribo seldom even walked out of the cell.

The peaceful prison life didn't make him uncomfortable. If there is anything that makes him hate, there is only the neighbor next door who is called a "lunatic" by everyone. Ruibo felt more and more that the old man was indeed crazy.

The Mr. Marguerite Dumiliet is an energetic old man, and Lombard prison often reverberates with his full roar and anger. What is even more annoying is that this "old madman" is still a guy who turns upside down day and night. When he is full of air, it is often when other people are sleeping soundly. Ribo often wakes up from his sleep, and then he hears the heavy footsteps of Mr. Marguerite Dumile. This kind of thing is repeated five or six times every night. At the end of the day, Ruibo became a little impatient. He even wondered if he should also change his living habits and hide in the room like an "old madman" during the day. Go to bed and walk around at night. Ribo finally decided to have a face-to-face talk with that Mr. Doumilier, maybe he could persuade this "crazy old man".

This evening, after having dinner, Ribo went around on the top floor as usual, chatting with the guard next to him from time to time. There was noise from downstairs, and now is the busiest time of the day. After a short walk, Ribo walked to the door of the cell of Mr. Dumiliet. There was a slight sound of footsteps in the room, and it was obvious that Mr. Doumilier had awakened from his sleep. Ribo knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened.

A small old man with a short stature, disheveled hair and thick wide-brimmed glasses stood at the door, looking up and down at him.

"Are you Mr. Marguerite Dumiliet? My name is Ribo Medin Byndit. I am your neighbor. I live next to you. I think, as neighbors, we should each other Understand." Ribo chose the words carefully, because he had heard that lunatics are very difficult to communicate with.

While Ruibo was talking, the old madman kept staring at Ruibo's boots without blinking. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Are you from the south?"

Ribo Weiwei froze for a moment. He didn't know how the old madman knew about this. Did the old madman inquire about him?

"I used to live in Southport, but I should be considered a person from Surthburg." Ribo explained.

"Southport? How's Mel Dauffin mix?" the old man asked.

"Your Excellency recognizes Mr. Mel Duffin?" Rabo asked in surprise.

"I'm asking you questions, you should at least answer me first." The old man said dissatisfied, and to strengthen his tone, his fingers pointed directly at Ribo's nose.

"This...Mr. Maier is now the chairman of the Nangang Business Federation, so it should be considered a good mix." Ribonudi said.

"You need to talk about this kind of thing? In addition to the thieves in the south, only Maier can be considered a character. At that time, I didn't see anyone in the south who could surpass them. Same." The old man said to himself.

Ribo looked at the little old man in surprise. The thieves mentioned by the old man must refer to Mr. Hyde. Ruibo never expected that he would meet a person here who knew Mr. Hyde's details.

"What are you doing standing at the door? Come in, I still have a lot of things to ask you." The old man called Ribo into his room.

If there is any place in the world that can be called a doghouse, it must be the room in front of you. Paper **** were thrown everywhere on the floor, dried ink bottles scattered in every corner of the room, quill pens were thrown all over the floor, the bed was no different from the desk, and there were all written on it. Paper, pillows are no longer known where they were thrown. Instead of pillows, there is a stack of thick books, and the walls are full of scribble symbols.

The old man walked into the room, pulled out a thick stack of books from the pile of books piled in the corner, divided them into two stacks and placed them on the ground, letting him sit on one of the piles of paper.

Seeing the old man using the book as a stool, Ribo didn't know what to say anymore. He could only shook his head and declined the old man's kindness to invite him to sit down.

"You will tell me the current appearance of Nangang in detail," the old man said.

"Mr. Dumiliet, where do I start?" Ribo said with a helpless sigh.

The old man scratched his head, which made his messy hair even more messy.

"Then I ask you, Nangang now has several fleets, several docks, and several large commercial houses, and which merchants are the richest..." The old man babbled a series of questions.

Ribo didn't know the use of the old man's desire to know these things, but he did his best to satisfy the old man's curiosity. For him, who grew up in Nangang, it is not difficult to answer the old man's questions, but he can't guess what is the use of the old man asking these trivial questions. However, seeing the old man keep taking notes there, the serious look made Ruibo feel incredible.

After telling the old man what he knew, Ribo finally breathed a sigh of relief. Countless questions came out of his mind as the answer to the question ended.

"Mr. Dumiliet, can you tell me how did you know Mr. Maier? And who is the thief you just mentioned? How much do you know about him?" Asked carefully.

The little old man paused and thought about it, and after looking up and down Ribo again, he said: "Meer and I are old friends. Back then, I bought it from Thor with fifteen gold coins. For his life, otherwise, he would have died in Thor’s brocade workshop. At the beginning, I lent him all the capital of his business. As for the thief, he and Maier He was a companion in a boat, but he was much more slick than Mai, and he escaped from the Thor, and stole the Thor by hand in hand."

"Just because he stole money from Thor, did you call him the thief?" Ribo asked.

"Of course it’s not like that. After that guy returned to the South, he also did business with the same seriousness as Maier at the beginning. Apart from the stolen capital, he also borrowed from me. Less. The guy Hyde is very good at doing business and he is bold. Maier is honest and conscientious, and they both get started soon. With money, he naturally hopes to get a status. Maier is more realistic. He just wants to He made a little famous in the south, so he took the road of Surthburg. Hyde's heart was much higher. He not only established a relationship with the Holy See, but also got the approval of the then cabinet minister Pixia through the Holy See. It happened at that time. It was when we were exhausted from fighting with Delizhi, and everyone wanted to stop and take a breath, Hyde ran between France, Delizhi and the Holy See, and he was able to mediate successfully, so he was awarded a lord's. The title, but something seems to have happened during that mediation. There were originally more than 20 people in their group, and he was the only one who returned to Frank from Derry to alive for the last time. No one knows what happened. However, since then, this guy has become gloomy. After returning to the South with the title of Lord, he actually gave the business to Maier, and left Nangang and moved to a nearby town. He also got a vote. Centaur, became the leader of thieves." The old man said as he recalled.

"So, are you still in touch later?" Ribo asked.

"No, why should I be with the thief?" the old man said disapprovingly.

"By the way, Mr. Dumiliet, why are you locked up in this place?" Ribo asked.

"Everyone thought I was crazy. My relatives sent me to this place, but I know very well that the real reason is that they want my money." The old man began to growl.

"What research are you doing, can you tell me?"

Ribbo asked curiously. After all, he is acquainted with Mel Duffin and Mr. Hyde. This old man is definitely not a simple figure. What's more, how many philosophers and thinkers in history are regarded as lunatics by their contemporaries. Come to see.

The old madman in front of me does indeed look like a thinker. There are quite a few people who seem crazy and crazy in the thinkers recorded in history.

"What I am studying is the value of money." The old man said triumphantly.

The image of the thinker who originally stood in Ribo's mind was shattered by this answer. Although there are many strange thinkers in history, there is absolutely no character full of bronze mouths. Ruibo originally thought that he could hear insightful and unique insights into life and even the world. His inner disappointment is self-evident.

The old man clearly saw what Ribo was thinking, and he immediately explained: "This question was mentioned when I chatted with Maier and Hyde. At first, it seemed that the thieves provoked the argument because he said Meyer and I always despised his business methods, saying that his business methods were a fraud, so he asked me and Maier, what is the value of money?"

Ribo shook his head and said, "Mr. Dumiliet, I don't understand what you are saying. Can you explain in detail why you think Mr. Hyde is cheating?"

"Now that I think about it, I have to say that there is nothing wrong at the beginning. It really is not a fraud, but at that time, I haven't studied all this deeply. You don't know, Hyde's way of operating is completely different. He deals in glass, which is a highly profitable and risky product. Hyde bought the priority supply rights of two factories in Yi Lei. He can place orders at these two factories at any time. However, Hyde does not Instead of operating in a normal way, he took the signed order and looked for a buyer in Nangang. By paying for the goods and paying for the goods first, this guy collected a lot of money. In this kind of transaction, he almost It didn't cost a cent. At that time, Maier and I of course thought he was cheating." The old man explained.

"So does this matter have anything to do with the value of money?" Ribo asked puzzledly.

"What is money? It's just a round piece of metal that can't be eaten or worn. What do you say is its value? Why can money be exchanged for other things?" the old man asked.

"The metals used to make gold and silver coins are rare and expensive." Ribo replied.

"You mean that the value of money lies in the metal components that make up it, right?" the old man asked.

Ribo nodded.

The old man was so happy that he laughed: "At the beginning, Maier and I thought so. But Hyde refuted us with only one example." The old man took out one of the many pieces of paper under the bed. Zhang Lai, there are densely recorded numbers on it.

"You should know that gold coins are not made of pure gold. The content of gold in a gold coin is only about 70%, and silver and copper account for almost 30%. But, do you know that During the time of Francis V, the King, in order to expand his army, minted a lot of gold coins, but the output of gold was limited after all, so he greatly reduced the proportion of gold, which only accounted for 50%."

"According to the theory just now, such gold coins should be worthless. Francis VI is a very happy and extravagant guy. He minted a lot of gold coins, and the gold content of the gold coins is much higher than the ordinary proportion. According to your words, this kind of gold coins should be the most valuable. However, the facts are completely opposite. In the later period of Francis VI's reign, prices soared. Although a large number of gold coins were minted, the number of gold coins was still insufficient. At this time, the cabinet was not allowed. They did not use the gold coins that were commonly used in the fifth era. At first, they worried that the gold coins of the fifth era would not be recognized because of insufficient gold content. However, they did not expect that the people were very confident in the lighter colored gold coins of the fifth era. One gold coin from the fifth era can be exchanged for two gold coins from the sixth era."

"The value of money is not measured by its own material at all. Money is just a substitute. I now know that Hyde’s original business method is not fraud. He just replaces money. Things were replaced by his credit.

"What he invested was his credit. He constructed a'kingdom' in advance. In this'kingdom', his credit can circulate like money." The old man waved the paper in his hand with excitement and said: "I have studied for so many years, and I found a lot of things from it. Things that are unknown, things that no one has ever thought of."

"Do you know why the more active the merchants, the richer the place? The merchants did not produce anything, and they have a lot of wealth, but in a place like Nangang, the life of the poor is much better than in other places. "The old man asked.

"I don't think the poor in Nangang are happier than the poor in other places." Ruibo said with a wry smile.

But the old man didn’t listen to what he said at all. The old man still said excitedly: “Because there are more job opportunities in those places, and business people want to make more money, they have to expand the scale of their operations. It is necessary to hire more people, and the poor in Nangang will naturally have more job opportunities and choices. Those who are diligent or skilled will naturally have more and better opportunities. The poor create more goods and businessmen. We try every means to turn these goods into wealth. When this dependency relationship has formed a certain scale, it will be like Nangang, like a snowball, and quickly accumulate huge wealth..." The old man said something later, Ruibo said nothing. Did not listen to the ears. The old man's description of Nangang aroused Rui Bonong's homesickness.

Ribo has to admit that the old man’s knowledge of Nangang is extremely accurate, but Ribo believes that the old man has never seen Nangang's slums with his own eyes, and has never walked into those dirty and muddy alleys. Those numbers and symbols written on pieces of paper can only see a corner of the world. However, Ruibo also has to admit that Nangang does have more opportunities than any other place. At the beginning, I prepared a beautiful dream and used my hard work and sweat to make life better. Everyone in Nangang has the same dream.

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Since getting to know Marguerite Dumiliet, Ribo's life has been completely disrupted. Mr. Du Milière is an energetic old man, and he is also a very self-assertive figure. What made Ruibo feel helpless was that the old man himself didn't know about it. Ribo gradually got used to being dug out of bed by the old man in the middle of the night and kept asking questions. Obviously, the peaceful period of being in a Lombard prison made him think about a lot of things. The old man used his theory to create a world out of thin air. A world that can explain everything with value.

Ribo had to admit that the old man was the most wise person he had ever seen except Mr. Hyde and Teacher Mask. From the old man, Ribo learned a lot, especially the old man’s peculiar set of theories, which gave Ribo great enlightenment. When I first saw and heard in Nangang, and later learned a lot of management methods from Eckert, Ruibo only understood this. But why are these methods effective, and why can such operations be developed? Ruibo knows nothing about this. Now using the old man's theory to explain, the original doubts immediately disappeared completely. As if things should have developed like this, as if the only way to do it is correct. Sometimes, Ruibo is indeed fortunate to be able to meet a wise man like Mr. Du Milière.

This kind of happy and worrying day full of contradictions just passed day by day in peace. Ribo has even forgotten how many days he spent in the Lombard prison. So when he saw Rabel bringing a group of guards to **** him, Ribo was quite surprised. From Rabel's expression, Ruibo saw a trace of deep helplessness.

"Mr. Ruibo, the hearing to confirm your identity has ended the pre-collection work, and the conclusion is quite unfavorable to you. I solemnly advise you, if you give up now and it is too late, your majesty will use your health as a reason , Temporarily terminate the hearing. Then, postpone the hearing indefinitely."

Label said blankly, in fact he himself didn't believe everything he said.

"I am the legal heir of the Medin family. I will never back down. The accusations against my identity are conspiracies by people with ulterior motives." Ribo said neither arrogantly nor arrogantly.

Ribo's answer was also expected by Labelle.

Not the same as when he came, this time Ribo's wand was carefully put away by the attendants. The silver ring engraved with spells and charms was also taken down. What made Ruibo gratified was that the attendant treated the magic puppet as an ordinary gold coin. After all, seeing a flat round metal block, few people would take a closer look at whether the king’s head was printed on it, or it was a complicated one. Magic circle. Being escorted by the guards, Ribo walked downstairs, before he even had time to say goodbye to Mr. Dumiliet.

The carriage has already been waiting at the gate of the Lombard prison. It was a black prison vehicle with thick armor. A police wagon dedicated to the Legal Affairs Department followed the prisoner's front, rear, left, and right. Such a formation has not been seen in Lombard prison for many years, and passers-by form a circle from a distance, watching the excitement there. Rabel and Ribo got into the prison wagon together, and the wagon drove slowly.

"Where will the hearing be held?" Ribo asked.

Label glanced at Ruibo, thought about it, and replied: "Mislu Square, next to the square is the headquarters of the Magic Association and the Cabinet Chamber."

"Who will be the chief referee of the hearing?" Ribo asked.

"Of course it is His Majesty the King himself, who can replace him." Labelle said.

"Who are at the hearing? Can you tell me?" Ribo asked again.

"The Presbyterian House and the Archbishop will send representatives to participate in the hearing. In addition, Surthburg has also sent representatives, and some influential families in the capital have also been invited. Persius magician." Labelle replied.

"Why did Persius magician preside over the hearing? Because I am an apprentice of magic?" Ribo asked in a puzzled manner.

"I don't know the arrangement of His Majesty the King either." Labelle said.

Riber looked at Labelle's indifferent expression, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart. Labelle obviously knew the inside story, and he didn't tell the truth. Ribo began to wonder why His Majesty the King would invite a magician to preside over the hearing. There is obviously some kind of conspiracy hidden in it. Conspiracy against yourself.

Ribo became uneasy, even though he had killed a magician face-to-face at the identification ceremony at the Cathedral of Surthburg. However, that time was entirely because the magician was unprepared, and there was a deadly weapon hidden in his arm. At close range, that crossbow is obviously more terrifying than any weapon.

Now the situation is very different. Standing in the crowd, without weapons, how can I deal with a powerful magician? Sitting in the car, Ruibo fell into confusion.

The carriage drove calmly and quickly over the wide streets of Frank. The street was wet with shoveled snow on both sides. The half-person height of snow is like two city walls completely separating the road from pedestrians. On the sidewalk, there are not many pedestrians, only traces of sleds. After the snow on the road has been shoveled, those light dog sleds can only be driven on the crosswalk.

Through the window of the prison wagon, Ribo suddenly saw a figure he was familiar with in the distance outside the window. Isn’t the guy who is driving the sleigh fast between the street trees and the flowerbeds and waving his arms constantly is the thief of the French and British brothers?

Ribo doesn’t have a lot of affection for French and British brothers, but at this moment, seeing someone he knows well, Ribo can’t help but get excited, but fortunately Eckert’s strict training for him, this Time played a role. Although Ruibo was extremely excited, he still pretended to be indifferent on the surface. From the waving arms of Brother Faying, Ribo deciphered the message Eckert wanted to convey to him.

"Danger-Reef-Mind-Control". That is the semaphore, a special way that the crew used to convey messages when they were at sea. Of course, Ruibo, who grew up in Nangang, recognized the semaphore at a glance. Originally, his dream when he was a child was to become a seaman and roam in the sea, so he pestered Uncle Kaul to learn semaphore.

Eckert’s message through Franco-Ing’s brother couldn’t be more clear, and Ribo finally understood why His Majesty the King asked a magician to preside over the hearing. Although he didn't know the details of the Posoth magician, he wanted to control his spiritual will by some means, which was completely certain. There are many ways to do this. Hypnosis. Mental induction, illusion, all are methods to achieve the goal. Ribo sat there quietly, but prayed secretly in his heart. Pray that Persius is not an illusionist.

As for illusion magic, Ribo has nothing to do. But if someone wants to use hypnosis or mental induction to deal with him, he is not afraid at all. When he used the ring of Teacher Mashk to absorb the spiritual magic deployed by the "strongest magician" in the forest villa of Baron Ranna, Ribo withstood the shock of that terrible spiritual magic.

Master Masik once said that his body and the ring have formed a peculiar whole, becoming a powerful carrier of spiritual magic.

Although Ruibo's knowledge of magic is extremely limited, he knows very well that the stronger party will be the absolute winner when the magic of the same nature fights. The Great Sorcerer Kai Mildit is the most powerful magician in history, and the magicians of later generations can't stand it at all. The power he left behind is also not something contemporary magicians can contend.

At the beginning, in the Butter Forest, Ms. Marsch could not even get close. The villa where Mildit made the magic doll by himself is hidden, and the power gap is evident.

Sitting on the carriage, Ribo calmed down a little bit. He looked at the French and English brother who was speeding on the sleigh outside the window. Farther away, you can see other sledges flying by. If the guess is correct, it is the men of Faying. Obviously, this will definitely not be the arrangement made by French and British brothers, and Eckert may have arranged everything behind the scenes.

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Mislu Square is located in the southeast corner of Frank's city center. It is one of the most upscale areas in Franck, and the famous Saberton Avenue traverses this historic and prestigious square.

Although the Impass Avenue that Ruibo passes through is not as famous as Suberton Avenue, it is also a bustling street with many embassies from various countries.

Along the way, you can see all kinds of buildings, all standing in front of the buildings holding halberds, wearing sharp swords, wearing sharp uniforms and bright armor of honor guards.

There were many carriages on the avenue following the carriage that Ruibo was riding, but they did not dare to approach. Ruibo guessed that among the people riding in these carriages, which of them were the VIPs invited by the hearing, which were the passersby watching the excitement, and which were arranged by Eckert to respond.

When the carriage slowed down and started to circle around and wanted to stop on the side of the road, Ruibo finally saw the destination of their trip, the place where the hearing was held, Misston Square.

Miston Square is a very large square. At its center is a platform about one meter above the ground, which occupies at least five or six acres. The material used to build this platform is marble. The surface of the fine white marble is extremely smooth and smooth, just like a mirror clearly reflecting the surrounding scenery.

Four pillars are erected on the four corners of the platform, which shone with a dim metallic luster under the sunlight. Ruibo clearly felt that a lot of wind elves gathered on one of the pillars. That pillar is like a shackle, confining all the wind elves around it on top of it.

"Are you not going to get out of the car?" Rabell reminded.

Ribo discovered that he had been in a daze.

Get off the wagon with Rabell, and the detectives from the Legal Department immediately gathered around. They look more like bodyguards than escorts.

Climb the steps to the platform. The platform is cross-shaped with four long red carpets.

The middle position is full of seats, and the characters sitting on the seats are all luxuriously dressed and extraordinary. Being able to be invited to attend the hearing is naturally a representative sent by the famous family of France.

If Ruibo were not the protagonist of the hearing, the reputation of the Medin family would not be qualified to appear in this kind of occasion.

Those wealthy children invited to attend the hearing, although they have long heard that the protagonist of a series of major events that have caused a national sensation recently, the heir to Lord Sirthberg is a minor boy, but they see Ribo When they were in person, they were still amazed.

Everything that happened in the south of Francis, after reaching the capital, has already become completely non-faced, and there are many absurd and bizarre descriptions. Now that the protagonist in the rumor is just an ordinary teenager, everyone feels even more incredible.

Ribo is not interested in the surprised gaze of those observers, his attention is attracted by the surrounding pillars. After stepping on the platform, Ruibo immediately felt his body become heavier. Obviously, the force attached to the pillars had already acted on him. What surprised him even more was that the four pillars seemed to support an invisible barrier, completely shielding the winter cold from the outside. The warmth on the platform is like the most brilliant weather in spring and guangzhou in March.

Ribo followed Labell to the center of the platform. His Majesty the King has not yet arrived, and the referee's bench is also empty, with only the Gothic. Count Fuchs sat in the corner of the referee's bench, and he greeted Ribo enthusiastically.

In front of everyone, the actions of the Earl of Fox are undoubtedly a signal that the Fox family, which has a great influence in the elder house, supports the heirs of Searthburg. The bystanders immediately became agitated, and there was a whisper between the seats. Many people even got up from their chairs and walked around constantly, exchanging opinions with others. Everyone knows that this hearing is likely to be the beginning of a complete break between His Majesty the King and the House of Elders.

Surthburg, an originally inconspicuous place, has now become a symbol of whether His Majesty's sacred and inviolable majesty in the Kingdom of France can be recognized. Whether it is His Majesty the King or the Presbyterian House, it is already hard to get off. I don't know whether it was for the audience to have enough time for communication or to show the supremacy of the king. His Majesty's figure never appeared on the throne in the middle of the referee's stand. The members of the elders were all present, but outside the Earl of Fox, the attitudes of the others were all unclear. Obviously, the elders themselves also had completely different opinions.

For those insignificant characters, Ribo didn't pay much attention to him. His attention was all on the magician near the entrance and exit in the corner of the referee's stand.

The magician is quite old, with long cheeks and a long flowing white beard, which really has a deep and unpredictable feeling. He has a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and his eyes are long and thin and slightly squinted. The magician wore a gorgeous robe, with golden silk trims sewn on the neckline and sleeves, and the robe was dotted with large and small silver crescent patterns. Holding a long magic wand in his hand, the top is inlaid with three interlaced crescent decorations, each flashing with the luster of gold, silver, and copper. A row of turquoise is inlaid under the decoration.

He is the third magician Ribo has ever seen.

Ribo's teacher, Masek Magician, gave the impression that he was a kind old man.

The magician who died in Ruibo's hands is full of mystery and weirdness, like a creature from another world.

The magician in front of him is the most majestic magician Ribo has ever seen.

That magic wand is not comparable to the magic wand given to him by Teacher Masek.

Ribo's heart became uneasy again.

At this moment, a clergyman in a red robe and a white hat and crown walked towards him.

Label immediately bowed deeply and said respectfully: "My Archbishop, I didn't expect you to attend the hearing in person."

"Master Istar, can I bless Mr. Byndit with holy water?" the archbishop asked.

Label intends to stop, but the archbishop has a lofty status, and blessing the holy water is the right that even death row prisoners can enjoy. To come forward to stop it is not only a blatant confrontation against the Holy See, but also a bad name.

With the intention to retreat, Labelle was afraid of the archbishop's actions on Ribo.

"May the benevolent Father in heaven dispel all the suffering and sorrows in the world, and the omnipotent and omnipresent Father, bless his people with peace of mind." The archbishop did not intend to obtain Rabir’s consent, he began Pray.

Labelle had no choice but to stand aside, he could only pay close attention to the archbishop's every move, so as not to allow him the opportunity to secretly manipulate.

Fortunately, the archbishop just dipped some holy water from the holy water cup in his hand, and nodded a little on Ribo's forehead.

Looking at the archbishop returning to the referee's seat, Labelle finally let out a sigh of relief.

Label didn't notice anything abnormal. He turned his head to look at the Persoth magician who was sitting not far away.

The magician's indifferent expression made Rabel at ease.

But he didn't know that the mark drawn by the archbishop on Ribo's forehead had already begun to play a role.

Ribo suddenly felt someone whispering in his ear, and that feeling was very strange.

"Ribo, you stay as calm as possible. I am Archbishop Bi Liliu. I am here to help you on the order of His Majesty the Pope. Now this spiritual connection between you and me is the gods of heaven. Power, not magic."

"His Majesty was blindfolded by Yu Wang. He wanted to use worldly power to contend with the Father God. That Possius possesses evil power. His magic can control those weak-willed creatures and transform them into Become his servants, but believers who have a firm belief in God the Father will never be controlled by his evil power. Through my hand, God the Father is helping you and helping you fight against the power of Persius."

The news from the archbishop calmed Ribo.

It seems that the Persoth magician is also a summoner, but he probably controls those advanced creatures.

Ribo once heard from Teacher Masek that summoners can control creatures and let them do things for themselves. Summoners in the army can be said to be the most popular magician.

They can control the birds and make them the eyes and ears of the army, and they can control the voles, let them steal intelligence and inquire about news.

The higher the level of the summoner, the higher and the smarter the creatures they can control.

The highest-level summoners even have the ability to control human beings called the spirit of all things.

Perthos is probably such a magician.

Ribo doesn’t know whether the clergy’s holy spell is effective to defend the mind control of the summoner, but Ribo is absolutely certain that the spiritual magic sealed in his ring is definitely far more than Poor’s. The power of Soth.

Is there any way to get that ring back into his hands?

While Ruibo was thinking about meditation, suddenly, the voice sounded again: "I can feel your thoughts, you want to get your ring back, rest assured my child, I will help you achieve this Wish, but you have to tell me where that ring is now."

Ribo was taken aback. He turned his head and asked Labelle: "Mr. Labelle, have you kept my magic wand and my magic ring properly? They are all extremely precious magical instruments. "

Label didn’t take Ribo’s problem seriously. He knew very well that once the hearing was made against Ribo, the little heir would spend the rest of his life in Lombard prison. At that time, the wand And the magic ring will be owned by the palace magician Vaqi.

However, this kind of thing can’t be said face to face, of course, Rabell immediately replied: “Please don’t worry. We will take care of your things. After the hearing is over, they can be returned to your hands. My subordinates are right. Watch them carefully."

Just as Ruibo wanted to tell the archbishop the news, the voice rang in his ears again: "Understood, you can rest assured, this matter will be handled by me."

Ribo turned his face to look, and saw that the archbishop calmly summoned a small monk and gave him a few words.

The little monk ran away quickly.

Looking at that little monk's thieves, Ribo knew his identity at a glance.

Except for the guy Faying, there is absolutely no other person like this.

But at this moment, seeing Brother Franco and Ying, Ribo's mood completely relaxed.

It seems that the Holy See has already got in touch with Mr. Eckert. Not only that, but to bring France and England to such a place, it is obvious that the Holy See has already planned to stand up against His Majesty the King.

In addition, Ruibo is also very confident in the theft technique of French and British brothers.

This thief rarely misses when stealing things. Among the golden fingers, this guy's strength is definitely one of the best.

Just as Ribo eagerly looked forward to Brother Faying's delivery of the magic ring to him as soon as possible, the King finally arrived at the venue.

As the solemn and loud military salute sounded, everyone got up from their chairs.

Drummers and guards of honor stood on both sides of the red carpet. With the neat drumbeat, His Majesty Francis XVI appeared in front of everyone.

He is very old, working **** national affairs. Fortunately, the golden wig hides a trace of dejection.

The king's body was a little rickety, and his right hand was hanging down holding the scepter that symbolized the royal power of France.

His face was so pale that there was no trace of blood, the skin on his face looked extremely loose, and the flesh around his cheeks was drooping like a pair of deflated skins.

As if there was a tacit understanding, everyone paid their respects to His Majesty the King, and the drums stopped abruptly.

After the king nodded in greeting, everyone returned to their original posture.

Walking to the front of the throne in the middle of the referee's stand, the king glanced at Ribo.

He wanted to distinguish from Ribo the assassin's temperament that Rabel said.

It's a pity that all his dim old eyes saw was just an ordinary teenager.

In his eyes, this young man is not even a top-notch figure among the children of wealthy families in the capital.

Could it be that this young man has repeatedly shattered his plans, and even put him in a rather disadvantaged position for a while.

If it hadn't been for him to secretly come into contact with the kingdom of Delizhi a year ago, Delizhi's envoy would have arrived at Franck when he was in the most difficult time.

If it weren't for this agreement to pull yourself out of the edge of a power crisis in time, I'm afraid it is already another person sitting on the throne.

The king looked at Ribo, then turned to look at the archbishop sitting next to him and the representatives of the presbytery.

Everyone had serious faces, and the king looked at them with contempt.

Compared to these people, he may be more interested in that boy.

Anyway, the land of Surthbourg and South Francis has been the fastest growing place in the past 100 years.

The Maeding family who governed that place cannot but say that it is a capable family. If this family is willing to submit to him, he would be happy to accept it.

Unlike these guys in front of them, they don't even care about their own territory. The only thing they care about is how many gold coins can be dug out from the treasury of the Kingdom of France.

If Phillips is a malignant tumor that grows in the Kingdom of France, and it is possible to take its life at any time, then these guys are the pustules on the Kingdom of France. Although it is not fatal, it makes it fester. .

His Majesty the King glanced at everyone and suddenly raised his voice and said: "Everyone, these days, everyone must have been troubled for a long time because of the identity of the heir to Lord Sirthberg. Today, let us solve it once and for all. This matter."

The king paused for a while, and then said in a more serious tone: "For notarization, I also invited very special VIPs. They cannot be partial to any one side. These VIPs have traveled far and wide to Franck and gave Franck Khedlizhi brought peace and tranquility to Prince Henry and Princess Xia."

After that, His Majesty the King raised his right arm.

Following the direction of his arm, I saw two young men in exotic costumes coming forward with graceful steps.

Ribo looked at the two people in amazement. The two noble members of the royal family turned out to be people he already knew.

It's just that when they met them in the Butter Forest, they all dressed up as traders.

Ribo absolutely cannot equate the dignified and elegant princess in front of him with the vicious girl in the Butter Forest who is dripping with water to draw the enemy to them.

The king looked at his important minister triumphantly, and he invited the envoy of the kingdom of Derry to this hearing. He originally had the idea of ​​putting pressure on everyone.

Now the effect is quite satisfactory to him.

But what surprised him was that the faces of the prince and the princess were surprised.

Her Royal Highness is even more closely staring at the little heir of Searthburg.

It seems that it is not the first time that they and the little heir of Surthburg have met.

Prince Henry's mood was also turbulent. He did not expect that the heir to Lord Sirthberg was actually a little magician among the group of people who fought with them in the Butter Forest.

He was originally very interested in this group of people of unknown origin. If it were not because of the lack of manpower around him, he would definitely investigate this group of people.

François South, a remote corner that no one has ever noticed, hides such a powerful master. While Prince Henry felt incredible, he was also greatly shocked.

He has never seen such a perfect combination, an assassin with great strength, a brave and fearless warrior, an archer with a precise arrow, a magician with great potential, and a seamless and tacit cooperation that day.

What puzzled him was that he couldn't find an effective way to counter this combination, something he had never encountered before.

Whether it is the famous Paladin against the Kingdom of France or the six rumored wizards, he has the means to counteract it. Whether it is fighting or defending, he has strategies to deal with.

But this time, there was no way. What he faced was a seamless combination.

The other thing that puzzles him is whether he wants to follow Master Ogg's advice.

The master obviously knew this matter well, and he suggested that he stand on the standpoint of Surthbourg and let Francis XVI compromise with Surthbourg as much as possible.

The master's foresight has never been wrong. He suggested that he make a big circle around the Kingdom of Francis, and finally reach the capital Franck.

Because it took a big circle from Yi Lei to Nangang, when he arrived at Franck, the King was in desperate situation. The agreement between the two countries was the only thing that could rescue him from the plight.

So in the negotiation, the King promised a lot of conditions that he would never agree to.

All of this is the master, the credit of that super wisdom.

Prince Henry had already made up his mind. He must follow the instructions of the master.

But now, a killing intent jumped out of his mind.

Perhaps taking this opportunity to provoke Francis XVI to kill all the people is the most correct choice.

However, this thought only flashed for a moment, and was extinguished by Prince Henry.

He suddenly realized that this was a rather dangerous idea.

Now that Francis XVI is still in a precarious situation, he obviously doesn't know what kind of opponent he is facing.

He will never forget the death-like figure who hides in the darkness and has no life.

Once Sarthburg uses this last kill, things will become uncontrollable.

Once the King dies, the agreement he signed will become a piece of useless waste paper.

Prince Phillips will sit on the throne.

This is definitely not a situation that my father wants to see.

Thinking of this, Prince Henry expelled all the killing intent from his mind, and then changed a warm smile and said hello to Ruibo.

The princess is a personal spirit. Seeing her brother's behavior, she naturally immediately guessed what he thought of in his heart.

No one is better at changing faces than she is.

The princess Xia immediately showed an innocent smile, and even waved to Ribo.

The strange reaction of the special envoy of the Delizhi Kingdom immediately caused an uproar.

Those who had bet their treasures on His Majesty, now they are hesitant.

Even Francis XVI himself was very surprised, he felt like sitting on pins and needles.