Bloodlight?

Isn't this a church saint? When did you change her career to become a god?

Duke didn't pay much attention to Agnes's so-called "bloodlight disaster", holding the bead in his hand and casually asked, "You mean to say that you will be fine if you take your bead?"

"So-so, that's pretty much what it means!"

Agnes waved her hand, probably meaning that you are not welcome, let Duke just hold it, and make sure he is okay.

"Then do you pay attention to whether this thing is used for internal or external use?"

"Eh, how can there be so many messy things, you just crush it when you think you can't stand it, I made it small in order to take care of you, you can just use it!"

Crushed?

Feeling the hard texture of his fingers, Duke, as a mage and an unruly mage, sensed Agnes's full malice.

"And what if nothing special happens tonight?"

"You're stupid!" Agnes glared at Duke, "Isn't it best that nothing special happens?

“......”

In this way, it seems that Agnes, the magic stick, earns more no matter what, right?

If something happens, even if she expects things like a god, if nothing happens, it can be said that she helped Duke exorcise evil spirits and avoid evil, no matter what she says, she is justified.

"Then I'll believe you once, and I'll talk to you tomorrow to make it clear. ”

With the strange bead in hand and the strange request of Agnes, Duke ended his morning tour with Vlavich with a strange thought.

There was nothing to do, except for the first official operation of the camp that Vlavich had specially arranged for Vlavic to visit in the morning, and nothing happened to Duke for the whole day, and the time soon came to night.

On the contrary, because of Agnes's reminder, Vlavic was in a bad mood, if it weren't for Duke's strict prohibition on him from revealing the matter to Agnes and Joseph.

Duke's room will certainly not be empty as usual, and all the places in the room that can be stuffed will be arranged by Agnes with trained guards to protect the lord's safety, and even she herself may simply stay in the room and not leave.

Actually, it doesn't seem bad to think about it that way......

Duke shook his head, dissipating the confusion in his mind, and closed the curtains to block out the white moonlight outside.

In fact, until now Duke hadn't noticed anything unusual about tonight, and there was nothing at all that matched Agnes's alarmist remarks.

But for the sake of insurance and his own life, Duke still wrapped his current strongest attack prop, the Dragon Rope, in his hand, and at the same time suspiciously held the small bead that Agnes gave him in the morning, thinking that it would work if it worked.

In this way, with a not very peaceful mind, he meditatively hypnotized himself into a lighter sleep state, ensuring that if something unexpected happened, he would have some time to react.

Soon, the sound of Duke's gentle breathing was heard in the silent room, and the whole space was in a very harmonious and stable state, at least until midnight.

At midnight, an illusory shadow suddenly twisted and formed in the darkness, gradually constructing a tall and thin figure.

The person who came was the "cat demon" who had just received the assassination commission from Elson the day before yesterday, and this time he was dressed in black, which looked more hidden and weird in the black night.

Scoping around the room without making a sound, he began to focus on the young nobleman who was lying flat on his bed unnoticed.

Viscount Stern's territory was not very far from the Northern Fortress, and due to his special constitution, he was able to maintain his full mental state for several days on end when necessary.

Therefore, he was worried about his brother's safety, and he set off from the tavern and rushed to Duke's castle without any rest.

In fact, when Duke was inspecting the camp in the morning, he had already begun to look far behind, and it was only because of his superb skill and strength that Duke and the guards around him did not notice the abnormality.

And the conversation between Duke and Randy naturally fell on his ears.

He had not seen benevolent and generous lords, but he felt that most of them were just pastimes of the noble lord on a whim, like hobbies like hunting, collecting, and tasting wine, and in the final analysis, for his own pleasure.

It was the first time he had seen a lord like Duke, who was almost selfless in his opinion.

When he first stepped into the conservatory, the warm smell that he didn't know where it came from almost made him appear in his original form after freezing outside all day, but in the end, he managed to control his body's instinctive reaction by his own ability, and became a listener without being detected.

As for the neurotic girl and Duke conversation he met after going out, it sounded very strange to him, he could understand every word, but he just felt that the conversation between the two had no theme, like two people from completely different time and space talking across the border.

This caused him to be very vigilant, but nothing happened, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

If he had encountered such a situation in the usual times, he would have chosen to end this mission very wisely, but this mission was related to his loved ones who had been concerned for many years, so he couldn't help but choose to take a risk, and was ready to take a knife tonight.

Before Duke knew it, he dispelled the chaotic thoughts in his mind, lifted the poisonous dagger pinned to his right hand, and stabbed Duke in the neck.

However, at the moment when he made a move, a fiery red sphere suddenly came straight towards him, although it was not very powerful, but if it was stained on his cheeks, it was very troublesome and the damage was also very full.

Therefore, he still chose to avoid it for the time being, giving up the blow that must be hit, thinking that Duke, who was lowly in strength, was just a caged bird, and it would only be a matter of a little more effort after that.

While drawing his blade to dodge, his free left hand quickly grabbed Duke on the bed, but he grabbed an empty spot very unexpectedly, only touching the corner of Duke's clothes that disappeared in a flash.

The distance between the two of them had widened by three or four meters, and the short dagger had lost its threat to Duke.

Duke, who had just escaped death, was panting heavily, his whole body was soaked in sweat as if he had been fished out of water, and his emotions of surprise, fear, fear, and anger were intertwined, staring at the strange black shadow in front of him and unable to speak.

Calling thoughts flashed through my mind, but when I opened my mouth, I noticed familiar waves of magic around me.

An auxiliary magic called soundproofing is very firmly enclosing Duke's room.

Duke, who was aware of his situation, had only one thought left in his mind at this time:

This unlucky saint really opened her mouth!