"Young Master, are you awake?"

"Did you buy today's newspaper?"

In the backyard of Ian's Mansion, Ian, who was a little dizzy, had already started to practice tai chi. Nemesis showed him the voting section of the newspaper, and sure enough, the truth outweighed the lie.

Since he was able to walk out of the House of Lords in good manner, and the people who saw it spread the word, many people believed that he was telling the truth.

Ian IV, an agent of God.

There had never been a god in this world, Ian thought to himself, and from what he felt, the Panic Ritual itself was a divine power, but it could not be anthropomorphized and could be controlled by the humans here. People always think that the victory or defeat of the panic is only related to them, but no one thinks that this power itself should not be natural.

He sighed and pushed the newspaper open.

"Young Master, what kind of move is this?" Nemesis held the flower umbrella and looked at it with great interest.

"The ancient martial arts of Huaxia, after the exercise, I like to use it to strengthen the foundation of Peiyuan. Ian teased the demon in front of him with a meaningful word: "To put it bluntly, muscle fibers that have been exercised at high intensity are easy to gather together if they are not guided, which is the same as stretching." Ian's legs were still shaking slightly, he had just finished ten kilometers, and he was a little overwhelmed by the near-military-level workout.

However, this body is too malleable, much better than his qualifications back then, at least, it will not make this nobleman hungry.

"Can I learn?" Nemesis was interested, in the eyes of ordinary people, although the power generated by the panic was strong, he himself knew that in terms of strength, he was not a strong person.

"Of course, it can be passed on to you, it can be written in a book, and martial arts and martial arts practice rely on perseverance, not these simple moves. Ian slowly retracted his stance, began to stretch, and said, "But I feel that you rely more on the Cloth Panic Ritual, after all, it can gain imaginary power out of thin air. ”

This sentence is true, and after a long time, Nemesis did not refute it.

Indeed, most of the power of this world comes from people's imagination, combined with the ritual of panicking, only to have the Manda country. Why does this place maintain the style of a certain country in the 19th century, the technology of Kewei City is so advanced, and the magic spells of the Black Tower are so thoroughly studied, and it has not changed the inner thoughts of most people.

Bu panic is the first productive force in Manda country.

"For four hundred years, the Black Tower has slowly changed since this generation of Immortal Page became the throne of the Lord of the Black Tower. At this moment, Isha came over with a pot of lemonade: "Ten pages with one layer each, train newcomers, and study spiritual spells." The power of the Black Tower is that if the mage can do everything with the spell, then the country's dependence on the source of panic will disintegrate......"

"Although I haven't been there, according to my understanding, Kewei City should be able to do this, after all, they can even make guns, and technology is the primary productive force. Ian looked at the garden and rested.

"It's not the same, the threshold of the Black Tower is too high, and for the House of Lords, they can't control it. ”

"Hmm. Ian lowered his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Is Heita going to send you documents?" Immortal Page said at the tea party, and you will come to assist me in docking with them later. I'm not sure what to do yet. ”

"Not yet. Isha cast a spell and sensed the distance that spread several kilometers away from the mansion, and found nothing unusual: "The reason why the Black Tower needs the assistance of the House of Lords is because they are not responsible for the contact between the mages and other citizens. For example, I made a large transaction with a certain store in the capital, and this part of the consumption needs to be recorded on both the ordinary citizen and the mage. There will be a special person in the Black Tower who will be responsible for monitoring the mage's every move, which is the last time we saw the seven pages. On the other hand, the Privy Council helped collect and summarize, and finally the Ian family completed the reconciliation and monitoring to contain the Black Tower. ”

"It's a bit complicated. Ian took a blank piece of paper and began to write and draw, and after a moment said, "Is it still the same reason - it is difficult for the House of Lords to install their people in the Black Tower." ”

"Not only that, but because the Black Tower cannot be restrained by conventional economic means, the mages are self-sufficient. Isha drew a tower on a blank piece of paper, and drew a large area of land behind the tower: "About 200,000 hectares of land behind the Black Tower belong to them, and it is the most barren land in Manda, but the mage has revived them with a spirit spell. Even if the Blacktower doesn't own its own currency, if there is a war, they can hold out for up to ten years with their backs to the north. ”

"I can probably get it. Ian had been attending a morning lesson, and as the midday sun grew hotter, they had to move to the mansion, where they sat at the table and waited with their drinks.

Isha grabbed a copy of the Codex and began to lecture with Ian. And Ian also taught Nemesis a few fighting moves, and the latter put the umbrella aside and practiced it outside the door.

Today's main work is to wait for the report from the Black Tower, about the part that the Ian family needs to collect, Isha has entrusted his subordinates to collect, and will send it in the near future. Among the busy people, naturally Linda's family is also included.

To put it simply, House Ian is the power used by the House of Lords to contain the Blacktower. Of course, the education and culture of the country are also transmitted through the Ian family.

It's just that there may have been some problems in this.

Including the fact that his father and Heita were close.

In this world, Ian begins to believe no one. Even if the Lord of the Black Tower, who seemed to be kind and kind, if he didn't have a little means, the four-hundred-year-old Black Tower throne might have already been replaced.

Talking about intimacy, Ian didn't dare to take it seriously. If his father was really because of the Black Tower, then why did he go up to be a shield?

But then again, the power of the Black Tower is also part of the Ian family's strength. If he really had to dig up this tumor at this time, it would be tantamount to a catastrophe for the fledgling Ian IV.

Although he doesn't like to lie, his brain is still useful.

Just then, a fist-sized bird flew all the way through the hidden door to the restaurant, landed in front of Isa, and then dissipated into dots of magic.

Only a small black ball remains.

Isha took a piece of white paper and gently rubbed the ball, and the black ink flowed onto the white paper and turned into a letter.

"Blacktower?" Ian didn't look up, scratching his ears and cheeks, his fingers could already see a little blue light, but compared to Isa, it was the difference between cloud and mud.

"No, Parsa's. Isha finally brought good news: "He found a safe place to meet, and he wrote about the questions you wanted to know." ”

"Of the Fittier family?"

"Yes, but he only knows about their mercenaries, and he doesn't know anything about the economic aspects. ”

"What did you say?"

"The number of mercenaries, the information, the weapons at hand, and some of their current operations. Isha finished reading the letter and handed it to Ian: "You guessed it right, it's mainly against the Black Tower. They are in charge of a number of underground properties, including 'restricting' those with mage qualifications from entering the Black Tower, weakening their power. ”

"What about the means of 'restriction'?"

"Since you didn't dare to write it in the letter, you need to ask yourself. ”

"I didn't really want to go. Ian casually threw it into the fire in Isha's hand and destroyed it: "If it's a trap, I can't escape." The place and time should be chosen by me, not them. ”

"Do as you say. Without hesitation, Isha began to record Ian's orders.

"At the time and place he said, you use your magic to go there and inform him to come to a place we can control. Out of nowhere, Ian found a map and said, "Let's just track it." ”

"Where are you going to choose?" Isha quickly used her magic to create a bird, ready to bring Ian's message to Parsa.

Ian looked down on the map for a long time, and finally chose a place where the Ian family could still control in a town far from the capital.

"Burke City Library, young master, why did you choose there?" Isha swiped her finger across the map: "To the south, away from the capital, and away from the Black Tower." Ian III didn't set up anything there, it was just an ordinary library. ”

"That's why I'm going, and honestly, I don't want to be involved with any force right now. Isha, you remember this, I want Parsa to be the purest line, and if he is clean, then I am sure that he is loyal to me, and that is the most important thing. I need their help, slowly getting rid of the Black Tower. Ian looked down and pondered, "Also, after we met, we went straight south from Berktown, all the way to the vacation house where my father had been before. Look for clues and find our maid by the way. By the way, can your 'Gemini' sign be used on me? I don't want people to know that I'm away from the capital. ”

"If it's just a dummy, it's totally fine, but there are a lot of documents that need your signature right now. ”

"Do everything as the House of Lords asks, and don't let them see the clues. Ian pulled the calendar over and began to lay out the itinerary: "We will only be away for half a month, and we can come back in time for the next tea party." At that point, I'll go and solve the problem of the people in the Black Tower. Any comments? OK, Nemeses! Come on, we're going on a business trip. ”

"What's going on?" the sweaty demon walked into the dining room, confused.

And just like that, a busy day passed quickly. Blacktower didn't send them the report on time, maybe there was some delay, but Ian didn't care. The efficiency of this world is not as high as he imagined, and many nobles do not work, their lives are just drinking tea, competing in martial arts, and watching the panic. Although the House of Lords is a little nervous now, it is not easy to break the habit of laziness that has been developed for many years.

Now, externally, Ian has to be a lazy aristocrat. Whether he wants to avenge his parents or not, or whether others think he is avenging, he has to save face.

Two days later, a carriage quietly headed south, and the most important veil about Ian's life story would finally be lifted.