That night, Prime Minister Angel and Cabinet Justice Mohen sat in a villa somewhere in Manda Country, looking solemn.

Mohun still drank a cup of black coffee, never caring if he could fall asleep or not. Angel paced around the room with a glass of hot milk, looking at the clock in the corner, the ticking sound of which both caught his eye and annoyed him.

"We've never been able to monitor the Blacktower, Prime Minister, no one can get close to them except the Ian family. The wrinkles on Mohen's face huddled together, as if he was bitter from the coffee: "If we change people now, it will be easy to disrupt our plans." ”

"Didn't we plan to change people in the first place?" Angel's voice was a little hoarse, like a trapped beast: "Sooner or later, the Ian family will join the Black Tower and evade the supervision of the House of Lords." The mage is not the same as the city of Covey, Mohen, the House of Lords can't give the mage what he wants, only the Lord of the Black Tower can. ”

"But now, all of a sudden, there's the right fit. Mohen put the cup down, leaned back in his chair, and sighed, "Everything was going forward, but it had to be because Ian IV stepped on the brakes. ”

"Are you sure Ian hasn't met the Lord of the Black Tower alone?"

"The Privy Council investigated, but there is no evidence that there is not. The Prime Minister, even the Privy Council, cannot control the Black Tower. It's too difficult to train a mage. ”

"If Ian is allowed to take over the Blacktower, then they will have time to prepare. Mohern, you see, I'm not afraid of the Blacktower's strength, I'm afraid our camp will fall apart. Angel made a bitter face and sighed: "Why did you say Ian IV came back?"

"Prime Minister, we are just people who do things......" Mohen leaned closer to the prime minister and said in a low voice, "You also heard it, this panic needs to go on step by step, only in this way can we find the fish lurking underwater." Immortal Page...... It was the first fish. ”

Angel raised her head as if she had just woken up from a dream, and was silent for a moment before muttering to herself.

"yes. ”

。。。

On the other side, Ian, who returned to the mansion, closed the door and quietly looked at Isha and Nemesis, without speaking, just watching.

It was already late at night, and the crow of crows could be heard outside the mansion, and if Isha didn't light the lights now, the mansion would soon be shrouded in eerie darkness, like an abyss.

But Ian's mood may be darker than the abyss.

"Whew. After a while, he let out a long breath, and his body instantly softened. Isha stepped forward to help Ian and moved Ian to the piano in the hall, where she sat down.

Isha looked into his eyes and stopped talking.

"You saw your boss today...... Immortal Page went to the House of Lords?" Ian asked after a pause.

Isha remembered what had happened today at the gates of the House of Lords, where the old man in the black mage suit had passed through the iron gate like a ghost and walked past Duke Grant, whose steed snorted, but otherwise did not move.

No one has seen the immortal page!

However, when the old man passed by her, he politely tugged at his hood and said hello.

Lord of the Black Tower, immortal page, his fame spread far and wide, but Isha had only met once at the graduation ceremony.

If he wasn't magical, he would look like a normal old man.

But in this heavily guarded House of Lords, he can still walk on the ground, which is no longer something that ordinary mages can do. Isha knew that the House of Lords had procured a batch of sophisticated instruments from the City of Covey to protect against magic.

After listening to Isha's words, Ian realized what kind of existence Immortal Page was.

If he wants to kill the prime minister, maybe the other party can't parry it at all.

"Lucas Grant, do you know this person?" Ian slowly stood up and walked towards the restaurant. For the first time, he felt safe in this mansion, Isha lit all the candles and the table was filled with blooming roses.

"The previous generations of War Secretaries, the elders of the Grant family, are said to be unfathomable. ”

"He also went to the tea party today. Ian remembered his muscles, and although he had a sense of familiarity with being a soldier, if the other party wanted to treat him as an enemy, he might not be able to stop the punching fist.

This feeling...... It's as if Lucas is the real king of hosts in this world.

"Young master, do you think ......?"

"I think the appearance of the two of them is not a coincidence. Ian said, "They just want to see me alive." ”

Isha made Ian a cup of black tea, the mist was filled, Isha wiped her butler's clothes with both hands, and Nemesis leaned against the wall and did not speak.

"But I've already said it. Ian's tone gradually became heavier, he put down the teacup with a snap, shook off the water droplets in his hand, and then raised his eyes and said to Isha: "What I said is true, that's how I came back, they want to be entangled in who asked me to come back, what force made me come back, I can only answer four words, I! no! I know!"

"Young Master, I believe you are telling the truth, but put it in someone else's ...... Even if they want to believe it, they can't believe it, because if they believe you're right...... Aren't you rightly a God's agent?" said Isha, leaning forward.

"I shouldn't have believed him, don't let me catch him. Ian clenched his fists, the hood and the evil smile of the mysterious man in his mind, and looked up at the night sky, perhaps the other party was watching his every move.

Prime Minister, Lord of the Black Tower, these things just annoy him, tired of being a character who is being observed and slaughtered.

"Nemesis, go buy me a newspaper tomorrow. Isa, find a way to contact Parsa in two days, I need some information about the Grant family. Also, we have to continue to look for those two forest elf ladies, whether they are guilty or not, we will find them first. ”

As he spoke, Ian left the restaurant, leaving behind a cold black tea and a slamming door.

When it was silent, Isha waved her hand slightly, and the crow's cry outside the window abruptly stopped, leaving only the faint breathing of Nemesis in the dining room.

"You actually bought a newspaper today, after the young master walked out. Isha sat down and poured herself a cup of tea.

"I can't hide it from you, Miss Isa. Nemesis pulled out a torn newspaper from his suit, keeping the latest results of Ian Bu's panic on it.

That, to judge whether he is God's trouble.

True: Lie = 83678:79010.

Real and over-the-top!

"These are insignificant votes, and the three major families, as well as the Black Tower and the City of Cowey, can easily gather tens of millions of panic points. Isha propped her forehead and frowned as she looked at the newspaper.

"It shows that the real aristocracy has not yet moved. Nemesis said: "I heard that there are many hidden tycoons in Manda, and many historical rituals of panic have special people to ask them to bet on to influence the market. ”

"They won't look at my face. Isha sighed, and her fingers lit a fire, burning the newspaper: "They identify with Ian III, not me. ”

"Then we should at least be safe, Miss Isa, the young master is too aggressive now. ”

Isha subconsciously looked at Ian's room, and sighed for a while.

"The most important thing for us as servants is to realize the master's ideas. It's not that they can't go wrong, but there's always the right way to get even the wrong goal to the end of victory. Isha stood up and began to clean up the table: "Nemesis, you may not necessarily understand what I said, but please believe me, at least the young master is right now, what he has done is in line with the mission of the Ian family as I understand it." If there is someone who has sent another soul to our world, it is perhaps, someone we know. ”

Isha clapped her hands lightly, and the fire was suddenly extinguished, leaving only Nemesis' purple pupils, which were very strange in the moonlight.

And tonight, Ian had a nightmare.

He saw himself back to the night when he first saw the immortal page, the deep passage, the firelight on both sides, which seemed to illuminate some of the people hidden in the darkness.

It's the hypocritical Angel, the sharp-beaked Chancellor of the Exchequer, and the sturdy Lucius, and the crouched ceiling, staring at him Lord Chancellor. He just wanted to be an owl in the night, and no matter how Ian went, he seemed to keep an eye on him.

He saw through his lies.

Ian walked forward, the long corridor full of the faces of the nobles. They all seemed to be wearing masks, and the words written on their faces were all two bold characters.

Falsehood.

On the way back today, Ian was even eager to copy every word they said and study it carefully. They say so much information that he can't tell what is true and what is false.

He only hoped that the only two words he said were not caught by anyone. Or rather, Ian had no handle at all, fearing that their skepticism would conjure up countless outcomes against him.

But soon, his uneasiness grew stronger.

The source of the nightmare was not the lords on both sides of the corridor, but the thick blood that was spreading at their feet.

He smelled the familiar smell of blood.

But he didn't see the familiar battlefield.

The smell of blood, coming from the hall at the end. On the dusty floor, a thick stream of blood snaked like a poisonous snake.

From the throne opposite, all the way to Ian.

In the dream, Ian was pulled by his own consciousness and walked slowly.

But until he reached the end of the pool of blood, he didn't see anything. The hall was empty except for a pool of blood and a throne encrusted with gems. It's like a fountain of blood out of thin air, and blood is constantly pouring out.

But when Ian looked down and saw the figure in the blood, the face like the bark of an old tree, Ian suddenly felt very familiar.

Lord of the Black Tower, immortal page.