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A cluster of orange-red flames crackled and burned on the white sand, and the sea breeze blew, and the flames shook for a while, reflecting the faces of several people around them. Blackie floated on the edge of the campfire, staring at the bonfire with small green eyes, looking curious and wanting to touch the flame with his arm but a little scared.

I've never seen anyone with a fire elemental creature that would be afraid of normal flames...... Merlin pursed his lips and stretched out and fell on the sand, the stars shining in the clear night sky, and Elendil's crimson sword hanging silently.

The strange guy named Oran couldn't help but say something about giving him special training, and of course the confused young man didn't agree immediately, but Oran still insisted on taking the three of them to the residence and then persuaded him bitterly for a long time. Helpless, Morin had to agree to receive special training called "Orlan Turnaround Plan" when he had free time, and finally sent away this strange guy who talked endlessly.

Iluvita's exchange students were assigned to a residence on the edge of the island, where Maureen saw familiar faces, and by the evening Barron and Tilna had arrived.

Tilna looked like she had recovered as she returned to the City of Machines in the Great Glacier to repair the damaged companion device once and for all, the dark red rays in her right eye were back on, and the scars that had left Lady Sinis helpless were gone.

Not only that, but the Vesdemonic also dyed her short golden hair a wisp of blue, which snaked from her forehead like a wave, and swayed slightly with the sea breeze, making her look much more agile, and Marcas couldn't take his eyes off him for a moment.

As for Barron, his appearance has not changed much, but his sidearm has been replaced by a flat-headed stone hammer to a heavier black hammer, which is a sign of further strength by Kadir standards.

Barron, who was very happy, was afraid that others would not notice, so he held the hammer in his hand and threw it at all times, and the whistling hammer was as light as a toy in his hand, but the other people on the side couldn't help but be worried, for fear that Barron's brain would bloom if he missed.

Morin and his family arrived today, and after a tiring journey, they didn't want to go to the lively island after dinner, so they lit a small bonfire on the beach next to their residence, blowing the cool sea breeze and talking about summer affairs.

The topic gradually led to what Aeno had seen and heard in the royal capital, and Morin and the others also became serious.

"What?!!You said that Augustus was the speaker of the Parliament, he," Marcus was so startled that he was incoherent, and hurriedly looked at the empty beach around him, and asked in a low voice, "You say he is a cultist?!"

Cultists are basically synonymous with the mad and the degenerate, and judging from the brutal and bloody "human feast" described by the vampire as a child, only a cultist can do such a thing.

Aminor nodded.

"Could it be that you're mistaken?!" Marcas asked nervously.

Barron and Tierna, one from the Eternal Winter Ice Field, and the other from the Great Glacier, are far from the political center and are not very sensitive to this matter, but Marcas has lived in the aristocratic circle of Gesok since he was a child, and although he doesn't like this, he always knows a lot about it.

According to Aeno's description, this is a serious matter.

"Maybe all you see is a man who looks like Augustus?" said Marcas.

"I don't think it'......," Aeno insisted, "I'll never forget that scene." ”

She shuddered and moved towards the fire: "And that person has a unique military temperament, exactly like the speaker I saw in the parliament, it must not be that I am mistaken." You also said before that Augustus was born in the southern border of the Ralk Empire, adjacent to the realm of the dead, why can't he collude with the Blood Staff Lord?"

"But every Speaker of the Holy Council has taken over the authority under the watchful eye of His Excellency the High Priest, and if Augustus really has any problems, can he still hide it from Lord Eudora?" Marcus wondered.

His suspicions were justified, and despite the waning influence of the Holy Alliance, and the intrigues of the members of the Parliament for power, every Speaker from the beginning of the Fourth Age to the present day has been able to do his duty.

In the eyes of many, this is due to the High Priest of the Holy Alliance, Master Phinex Eudora.

"Maybe it was after he took over the authority of the Speaker?" Merlin guessed, touching the black crystal card on his chest, as before, the crystal card that his grandfather had left him was still used to keeping close to him. Papa Pike also seems to be disdainful of Speaker Augustus, and has even accused his man-controlled beacon of order in the Lothar capital of harboring the assassins who killed the Earl of Grey Mountain.

"Then what should I do?" Marcus was also a little dumbfounded for a moment, "Aenuno, you said you told the Yarra Councillor about this?"

"I only told her that Speaker Augustus and the Lord of the Blood Staff, who killed civilians, were all the way, and nothing else was mentioned. The little vampire shook his head: "I was too scared to know what to do, and although Councilor Yara looked like a good person, I didn't know whether to trust her or not, and I was so scared that I left the Holy Capital overnight." ”

Emino grabbed the little black by the campfire in her hand, as if the warm black fire could bring her a glimmer of safety. Tilna, on the side, gently stroked Aeminor's shoulder, letting her lean against her.

"I'm not sure, although I've heard that Augustus has a vague attitude towards the realm of the dead, but people say that it is not a big deal because his territory borders on the realm of the dead. Marcus hesitated: "But even if he really falls, if it's just him, it shouldn't matter, I remember Augustus's term of office will end in just over a year." ”

"But can you just let it go......" Aeno was a little angry: "He shielded the lord of the dead, who knows what other bad things he has done, how many bad things he will do next, how many innocent people will be killed!"

"Then I'll go and tell the people in the clan to find a powerful elder to kill him!" Barron suddenly interjected.

I was confused before, but since it was certain that the speaker was not a good person, in Barron's opinion, the easiest and most direct way was of course to find a powerful elder to kill him, and he didn't believe that the speaker could beat the powerful warriors in his own clan.

He shook the hammer in his hand, and thought with some regret that his hammer might not be strong enough.

"Barron! That's the Speaker of the Holy Council!Not a Piggy Pig stealing vegetables!" Morin said helplessly, "Didn't you talk about it in the history of magic class?" But then he remembered that Barron only got a "pass" in this course at the end of the semester, and could only explain: "The Speaker is equivalent to the patriarch of your clan, even if he makes any mistakes, he can't be killed directly!"

I didn't want Barron to be stunned: "Why can't it? If our patriarch is a villain, of course he can kill him directly!"

"Uh?!" Morin remembered the fierce style of the Kadirs: "Anyway, it can't be like this! Speaker Augustus must have the most powerful guards around him, as well as a whole army to protect him!"

This reason was finally accepted by Barron, and he gave up the idea of hiring someone to do it.

"That'...... Why don't we contact Councilor Yala when school starts?" Marcas was very helpless: "The point is that we can't come up with any evidence, even if we go to the temple, we can't get them to pay attention to it, there are too many things that those nobles slander each other, there is no real evidence, and even others will not pay attention to us." ”

"If it had been before, I might have been able to find some people to investigate, but I was just taken by my father—" Marcus came to his senses, glanced at Maureen, and said no more.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Morin was stunned.

"It's nothing," Marcus coughed, "Otherwise, I'll tell my sister about this, she may be able to investigate when she has time, she is a reserve member of the Holy Law Enforcement Force, and it is much more convenient for her to act than us." ”

Emino nodded: "Then please Sister Minerma......"

Suddenly found that Speaker Augustus was so dark, but the only one who knew that the Speaker was a degenerate at the moment was probably only the five of them, and everyone's hearts were a little heavy.

Bonfires crackled and sparkled, and only the sound of waves on the beach was the rustling of the waves, crashing in the moonlight.

Marcus suddenly coughed lightly and asked Morin, "Morin, did your father do something terrible in the first place?" It would definitely not be a trivial matter to cause the resentment of so many Gesok nobles, otherwise his father, Grand Duke Maple Leaf, would not have taken such a strong measure to force him to cut off contact with Morin.

"Huh?" Morin hesitated and said, "My father said that he had made great achievements in the Battle of the Blood Moon, but he was framed, and that he had offended many people by being ruthless in that war...... Why do you suddenly ask about this?"

"How did you offend a lot of people?" Marcus hurriedly asked, estimating that the root of the problem was here: "That...... I happened to hear an elder say that he had a conflict with your father, Baron Pike Calland, and that your father had offended many people, and I don't know what the situation was?"

"My dad didn't elaborate on it, but it must have something to do with the Battle of the Blood Moon," Morin replied.

"Oh yes, he also said that he can find records of the original Blood Moon War in this academy, and we can look for them when we have time......"

The bonfire slowly burned out, and the warm embers warmed the few people on the beach until midnight, and the year of the stars turned over in June.

"You say, this Speaker Augustus, since he is a Fallen, could he be a member of the former Eye Organization?" Morin's whimsical voice suddenly sounded in the moonlight.

"No, that's terrible......" Marcus shuddered.

"Indeed, that would be terrible......"

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South of Lothar, White City.

Adjacent to the endless Gangdi Forest, adventurers are always the most common sight in the city, but it is past midnight and the streets are getting colder, except for a few taverns where laughter still rings.

White City's most famous barrel tavern is still overcrowded even now, with a young sommelier sweating from table to table as he tries to get the half-drunk adventurers to get the last bit of money out of their pockets.

There was a creaking sound at the door of the tavern, which was pushed open from the outside, and another guest came, and the bartender was overjoyed, and he quickly turned to meet the guest, who must have stayed until dawn, and several silver coins were credited.

It's just that when he saw the eyes of the guest who had just pushed the door in, he froze in place and couldn't move his legs for a while.

He had been working in the tavern for many years, having been entertaining adventurers since he was a half-grown child, and he was already very experienced in the job, and he had seen a lot of people.

But he could swear it was the first pair of blood-red eyes he'd ever seen.