Andy came to the door of the Duke's study anxiously. The servant standing at the door saw the little mage coming, motioned him to wait for a while, then turned and went into the study.

The servant quickly came out and bowed slightly to Andy, "Please, the Duke is waiting for you inside."

Andy swallowed, straightened his neckline, pushed open the half-closed door, and entered the Duke's study. With a click, the door was closed by the servant outside.

A sense of bewilderment suddenly spread all over his body, and Andy realized that the room was dark.

The thick curtain blocked the window, and a sliver of light squeezed out from the gap. It was with such a sliver of light that Andy vaguely felt that there was a person sitting next to the desk.

"Ken... the Duke of Kent?"

Andy asked cautiously.

"Andy...my young friend..."

The sitting person spoke, and for some reason, Andy felt that he was a "living creature".

The owner of the voice is Maltz Kent Ferdinand, a new generation of Duke of the Northwest Gulf of the Kingdom of Aldo, or as his enemies say - the usurper.

Different from the full-heartedness in public, the Duke's voice was very low at this time, like the low moan of some ferocious beast, which made people feel chills.

"sit down…"

Andy resisted the strong discomfort both physically and mentally, and groped for a nearby chair to sit down.

"Thank you, Lord Duke, I wonder why you called me here?"

The Duke did not speak, but stood up and slowly left the seat, two light spots moved with his figure - those were the Duke's eyes.

"Sure enough, is he still studying the [blood therapy] left by Master Barnett? Sigh..."

The young little mage shook his head secretly, the Duke may have difficulty getting out of that secret technique.

A light burst out of the darkness, and the Duke lit a candle, and he turned to look at the little mage.

Andy also saw the Duke clearly, and the muscles on his face twitched.

The Duke's figure is still strong, but his face is really scary—his facial skin is sickly pale, his deep-set eye sockets are red and red, with a gloomy light radiating from them, and his lips are also bright red, just like As if smeared with blood.

The Duke approached him slowly, without making a sound under his feet, and Andy twisted his body uneasily. He remembered all kinds of terrible legends about "blood therapy".

Maltz stretched out his hand close to Andy's face, smiling strangely, while making stroking movements in the air.

"What a young body... what a vibrant blood..."

A burst of unknown whispers came, as if he was desperately longing for something, which made Andy's body covered with goose bumps, and it was hard for him not to tremble.

"Your Excellency!" The little mage frowned.

The Duke who was staring at Andy's neck in a daze immediately withdrew his hand.

"Sorry, young friend, for letting you see me in private, but there shouldn't be any secrets between us."

Maltz maintained his "smile", slowly walked back to his seat and sat down.

He spread his hands and said lightly: "I need help, you know, I have been in some trouble on the battlefield recently."

The little mage knew what the duke's troubles were on the battlefield.

Last year, the Arcana—specifically, the order left behind by Master Barnett when he left—had sent him to the Northwest Bay to assist the then-Earl Maltz Kent.

With the help of some kind of spiritual magic, Maltz Kent controlled the Northwest Duke at that time, and asked the old Duke to choose him as his heir. After the old Duke "died of illness", he would naturally become a new generation of Northwest Duke.

Just when they wanted to follow the plan left by Master Barnett, an accident occurred.

The younger brother of the old duke escaped from strict confinement and published the autographed letter written by the old duke when he was sober, charging Maltz with the crime of "using witchcraft and usurping the throne", although he was indeed manipulating witchcraft. surgery.

The northwestern Gulf was divided into two factions, those who supported the new duke and those who opposed the new duke, and soon fell into a mess, and the entire northwest region of the Aldo Kingdom fell into chaos.

Although the outbreak of the war disrupted Maltz's plan, he was still full of confidence at the beginning, believing that he could suppress this [rebellion] within a year with his own strength.

However, the accident happened again.

He hunted geese all day long, but was pecked by a goose in the eye. The goose that pecked the Duke's eye was the Greiman family of Arda.

If the Northwest Bay is a backcountry in the eyes of the world, then the Earl of Arda is a backcountry in a backcountry. However, it is such a backcountry that suddenly started to prosper a year and a half ago.

In this war, strange weapons, orderly formations, and soldiers who obeyed the command, the main enemy factors that caused Maltz's army to fall into trouble all came from Arda.

From the beginning of the year to the current July, the war has reached a stalemate, and the faction of the new duke has been attacked from both front and rear directions—it is that same Paul Greiman who is making trouble in the rear.

The duke had provoked the civil strife in Arda, and the duke had recruited mercenaries from the south, but neither of them prevented his side from gradually falling into decline.

Maltz once wondered whether the Mystic Society was also secretly assisting Graiman~lightnovelpub.net~ to let them kill each other and leave the strongest one as an agent, just like the legendary Gu raising.

Andy said hesitantly: "Master Duke, I... I only know a little spiritual spells, how can I help you?"

"Oh! Young friend, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the organization behind you - the Arcane Society. Sending a message to our (he puts emphasis on the word us) fellows - I need help."

After getting along for such a long time, Maltz also knew that Andy's ability was indeed not as powerful as he had imagined before, which made him very disappointed with the secret technique that he had longed for before, and sent such a weak mage to assist him. No matter what, he must be as strong as Master Barnett.

"But...but...I am a soft-spoken person in the organization..."

"Has the secret society already abandoned me?"

Before Andy finished speaking, he heard a hysterical roar, accompanied by a bang—the table next to the duke's seat became torn apart, and he kept his hands on that table without moving.

"A lot of strength!"

Andy was taken aback, and was even more terrified when he looked at the Duke—his aura was completely like a beast that chooses to eat people, his mouth formed a strange shape, and his long and sharp canine teeth exposed exposed.

The little mage's heart reached his throat, what kind of monster did Master Barnett leave behind.

"I...I'll send a message...ah, I'll try to convince them..."

Only then did Maltz Kent Ferdinand regain his previous smile, as if the gaffe just now had never happened.

"For the secret law meeting!"

He raised a tall glass and drank the scarlet liquid in one gulp.