Byrne, Red Blood Castle.

The dark-haired wizard stood outside the door of the ward, and in the distance the endless bells of the cathedral sent him upset.

Yoron Eckert ’s funeral should have ended yesterday — but at the strong request of Charlotte, this funeral was turned into a grand mass ceremony, and it will continue for a whole week.

There is only one purpose, to keep His Royal Highness's messenger (Brandon de Salion himself) in the Red Blood Castle, to give outsiders a reason why he cannot leave.

What's more, he really can't leave now.

On the other side of the door, Charlotte looked anxiously at Lorren with his eyebrows closed, and the letterhead in his hands stained with blood, hesitantly wondering what to do.

Even now, Charlotte couldn't believe the stunned Loren Turin, and told her in a hurry.

Eckhardt de Salion ... His Majesty the Emperor of the twelfth generation of the Empire ... died.

The man who always holds a corner of the empire and can always anticipate everything, in his own palace ... dies in the hands of a little assassin Le!

Why is this happening? !

Charlotte couldn't guess at all. Her reaction was exactly the same as that of a night watchman who was extremely disgusted by her, as well as some of the imperial palace that made her hateful.

Of course, she couldn't imagine anyone who heard the news, and there was a second reaction.

But what really worried her was not the intelligence itself, but Loren Turin.

The death of Eckhart II will completely disrupt his overall plan-even for Bayern, for the Turin family, for the benefit of Brandon de Salion ... Loren must also put his energy With resources, invest in the upcoming war of the throne.

This is absolutely contrary to his thinking.

If the power behind the kingdom of Azores is really as the elf warrior said, if the "Black Cross" Serior really will return from the void again;

Then even if the power of the entire empire is gathered, there may not be an absolute chance of winning ... let alone an empire that is divided into two and hostile to each other.

Under persecution, Loren, in a dilemma, what ...

"Charlotte, Charlotte?"

Ok? !

The countless countess suddenly woke up and saw the black-haired wizard who had just frowned. She was standing in front of her with her head smirking and waving.

"No! Nothing!"

The countess with a stiff face groaned and turned his eyes away without hesitation.

Is it really because you are so tired of Yoron's affairs that I will worry about this kind of guy? !

"Relax, there's nothing to worry about." With a chuckle, the dark-haired wizard said leisurely: "In a sense, I was relieved."

"Ugh?"

Charlotte looked surprised.

"I don't know when it will start, as long as I feel that I can sail smoothly, something will definitely happen." As I recalled at the beginning, the dark-haired wizard's mouth smirked helplessly:

"Obviously I just want to eradicate vampires, but in the end I have to fight against the church;"

"Thinking of being a wizard consultant for others is simple, and the result has developed to the point of being an enemy of the evil spirit;"

"Obviously it was so bad that it was threatened by someone, and there was actually such a thing as a riot by the living dead;"

"Go to the northern ice sheet and almost buried alive;"

"Take a vacation in the imperial capital, almost everyone shouted;"

"Run to Byrne, under the fence of the Red Blood Castle ..." With a playful smile, the black-haired wizard looked at Charlotte with a slight face: "How could he be elected as the new Duke and bring his soldiers to fight What about? "

"whispering sound……"

The countess turned her head and snorted.

Loren laughed more happily.

"So I don't have to worry about me at all-this unlucky situation at home is already commonplace for me ... but the past two or three years have been too smooth, making me a little uncomfortable." Scratching his head, black hair The wizard took a deep breath:

"This is all right, the emperor is dead ... I have encountered such a bad thing, which means that I will ... well, a little smoother."

"After all, even if God wants to torture people, there is still a buffer period."

The incredible theory made Charlotte impossible to understand ... she doesn't want to understand it now.

"I don't care what you think, but this matter must be handled properly, and must not interfere with the cathedral's mass ceremony and Yoron's funeral. This is very important." Charlotte lifted his chest, with a tone of voice Undoubted power:

"There are a lot of important things to do next. The count and the knights of the thirteen leaders will gather in the cathedral to watch the ceremony. This event will shock the entire Baine, tolerating no mistakes."

"Additionally, please ... My Duke, think hard about how this chaos will end, and stop being so irreparable as it was before the imperial trial!"

The words fell, and the Countess of the Red Blood Castle, who bowed to "respect" salute, left Loren alone outside the door of the ward without looking back.

The black-haired wizard laughed.

Since when did Charlotte become so "taught"?

No need to say anything at all, she could guess in what direction her next plan would change—whether it was a mass ritual, or a watchful ritual that alarmed the entire Principality, and there was only one purpose ...

The war potential of the Principality is awakened again and concentrated in this Red Blood Castle city.

The death of Yoron Eckert will detonate the anger of the Bayern, and the angry Bayern knight is willing to go to the chase for his lord, and he will spare no effort.

A week's time is enough for the 13 Earls to understand the situation and reach a proper agreement with Loren; whether the result is to siege the Principality or fight for the throne ... The more the situation is, the more time it takes to calm down.

Of course, the more important thing is ... she wants to set aside her time to convince Brandon de Salion.

This is likely to detonate the entire civil war in the empire, Baine must have a certain degree of initiative.

Whether it's assisting Brandon to gain the throne, or reaching a degree of compromise with Connor ... Byrne cannot be completely tied to a tank and become a consumable for others' interests; it must be based on his own Demand, make decisions to maximize benefits.

To this end, Loren must first convince Brandon to stabilize the already restless prince, and at the same time let him accept his own ideas instead of letting Baine obey him completely.

Byrne can send troops, and Loren can bring the 13-knight knight and the Silver Helmet Mountain dwarf to fight for Brandon; but only if he can win, and it is justified and popular.

"Crunch ..."

The front door was opened.

The two figures tandem out of the ward.

"Oh, oh, it's really exhausting ... two more times, my old bone like this would probably have entered the coffin completely?"

"What nonsense, Master Azhama-obviously recovered very well, even the sequelae of the last valve opening were almost restored ..."

"My silly apprentice, do n’t talk nonsense; remember, as an alchemist, every minute of your time is very valuable; if you let others know that your work is actually very easy, those evil employers will fight Life squeezes you! "

"Nonsense, are there any employers in the world who can crush you ..."

The helpless little wizard, while coping with the answer, helped an elder who was teaching her "life experience", limited to the difference in height between the two, and "limped" to the dark-haired wizard.

"Master Ashamai, Ain ... how is it going?"

"It's okay, the injury has been basically controlled ... It would be better to say that he can come back with such a serious injury, and that it has not been discovered until the territory of Byrne. This vitality is a miracle in itself.

Instantly "full of energy" Harlem van Ashamai released his arm supported by the little wizard, his expression was very relaxed: "In addition, I have to boast about the hunters of the wings of the sky ... The first aid measures are in place. , Saved me a lot of things. "

This is a matter of course-first aid in an emergency is one of the necessary skills of the demon hunter; since they are to be allowed to fight monsters in the wilderness, Dalton will certainly not forget such an important subject.

"The real trouble is the two forces of void that invade him." The little wizard on the side added: "The void remains on his body and wounds are very strong, and ordinary treatments cannot be eliminated."

Loren frowned slightly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth faded away.

"The first is the penetrating wound on his body-the wound looks like it was caused by an arrowhead, but because of the residual void, the wound cannot be healed and can only be barely sealed; but this method can only be temporary and must be Find a way to get rid of it. "The little wizard worries:

"The second place is on the surface of the body-a terrible force of the void, which clearly does not see the injury, but it seems to be frozen from head to toe, and the body function and consciousness become very slow, so it is only slightly contained. There were two penetrating injuries ... but in this case, I still ran back. This perseverance ... "

The little wizard did not continue, and shook his head unbearably.

"I'm not sure about the first one, but the latter is obviously the trick used by Albold." Asha stepped slowly. "The remains of the void piled up over the years are used by this guy as a weapon and a fortress."

"I heard that Duke Duke visited him in the imperial capital, and I must have seen the horror of this power."

"Um ..." The dark-haired wizard nodded silently:

"The memory is still fresh."

The atmosphere became a little bit cold.

Obviously, whether it is the penetrating injury of the former or the frostbite of the latter, it is not so simple to completely eliminate it-even if it can be suppressed, the void residue must be slowly eliminated by time, and there is almost no good solution.

"Although it can't be completely solved, there are ways to make him a little more comfortable."

Achamai said abruptly: "We can work with the runes of higher-order enchantments to make some painkillers with a strong force of the void to ease his condition."

"Isn't that letting the power of the void erode his body?" Ayin doubted.

"Yes, but on the other hand, the stronger force of the void will suppress the void residue on his body." Azhami shrugged: "As for eroding the body ... Albert's void residue, I think this Erosion is nothing. "

"The tools and some potions for engraving the runes have been left in the room. My dear apprentice, can you help your elderly tutor run a leg?"

"It's not a silly apprentice!"

Despite this, the little wizard turned around obediently and hurried towards Achamai's room.

It was not until Ayin went away that the smile on Achamai's face gradually disappeared, and his meaningful eyes turned to the dark-haired wizard who was also calm:

"Your Highness Brandon DeSalle is waiting for you in the ward, Lord Duke."

Loren stunned slightly, looking at the dark ward: "When did he get in?"

"Always there, just entrust us not to tell you." Achamai shook his head: "He insisted on seeing Peter Fassa and wanted to hear from him about ... about His Majesty Eckhart II. "

"But he was disappointed-even if it was a whisper in a comatose state, Peter did not disclose a word about the **** assassination; from this point, it is quite in line with Dalton Kander's evaluation of the night watchman . "

A group of people who dig out secrets and keep them secret.

Of course, Loren knew.

"He is very angry and frightened now ... like a young son who always complains about his father's injustice, but one day he heard the news of his father's death ... Although this is indeed the case." Achamai's eyes were very complicated:

"Careful for every word you say, my prince-because he is very fragile and impulsive now; any words that are slightly excessive or not in his heart may irritate him."

"I understand that I wasn't the first day I saw this embarrassed prince." Raising his mouth slightly, Loren had a joke in his mind.

Asha Mai, who gave up a little, nodded and said nothing.

Entering the dark ward ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The slightly dim light made his eyes take a few seconds to adjust before he could barely see the figure sitting opposite the door.

He was alone, motionless like a sculpture, sitting silently in a chair on the corner of the wall.

On the bed next to him was Peter Fasha, who was badly injured, and the bandages on and off his body were almost unrecognizable.

"Come in, Loren?"

A deep, hoarse voice sounded in the room.

The dark-haired wizard was startled—if he wasn't very familiar, he could hardly hear Brandon's tone.

In the dim light, he could only vaguely see his figure, sitting on a chair with hunched back, with his elbows on his knees, his low head covered his cheeks by his hair, he could not see his expression.

It's like trying to hide yourself from being seen by others-it was impossible to imagine before.

"Exactly, I also just thought ... it's time to talk about it."