"From here, the High Priest's White Tower is really high—"

"Boom!" Morin's neck crunched, as he tilted his head.

This was the first time he had entered the city of the Sacred Royal Capital, and he had only seen it from the airport before, and he didn't want to get closer to find that this ivory tower was far more magnificent and towering than he had in his impression, and the sunlight was blocked by the spire of the tower to spread out the dazzling glow, and wisps of thin clouds slowly dissipated beside it.

"Wow!" Morin, who was trying to look up to see the spire, finally lost his balance and took two steps back.

The people around him cast curious glances, and Marcas quietly moved to the side, with an expression on his face that "I don't know this guy, I don't know where he came from for sightseeing, it really makes people laugh off his big teeth".

"Why did you get mixed up with this guy......" he thought to himself.

They set off before dawn today, picked the fastest flying carriage and urged regardless of consumption, and galloped to the Wangdu Airport in half a morning, and then transferred to an ordinary carriage at the airport to the city.

Councillor Yala's hearing began in the early afternoon, and they first visited the royal capital.

A nervous Aeno buys a large box of clothes, as if to relieve her stress, and everyone has discovered that the little vampire only skimps on her tinkling gold coins when buying clothes.

Barron, who was a little nervous because of the flying carriage, also took two short clothes, although he didn't care about the style of clothing, and he didn't have the talent to spend gold coins to get satisfaction and relieve tension, but he was too fast to get too fast, and his original clothes were already a lot shorter in just a few months, and he couldn't wear them anymore.

The speed of Kadir was a big pressure for Marcas, and his eyes drifted to the top of Morin's head from time to time as he walked on the road, wanting to get some comfort from Morin, who was slightly shorter than him, but finally vaguely felt that the gap was smaller than last year......

So Marcus made up his mind to go back and drink a big glass of milk every day.

As for Tyrna, she didn't buy any clothes, she only bought a few hair dyes at a Vessdemon's shop, but that shop was filled with all kinds of high-end magic machines and sophisticated standard accessories, and even various companion instruments for Vessdemon's to replace, and Marcus was so fascinated that he could barely move his feet.

In the end, Maureen dragged him out of the store.

It was almost noon, and the group came here to look up at the White Tower.

"Gone, I haven't seen enough!" Marcas said angrily.

At that time, he was not allowed to look at the machinery shop twice, but he ran to look up at the White Tower for a long time, it was really tasteless, the young man Gesok thought, just looking at Mo Lin's posture, he felt that his neck was sore, and he didn't know why this guy's neck hadn't been petrified after watching it for so long.

"Is the White Tower open to tourists?or how can I go in and see it?," Merlin sighed, his neck rattling again. Somehow, as soon as he saw this towering ivory tower, he felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart and wanted to rush in and walk around.

"That's the magic tower of Your Excellency the High Priest!, do you think it will be open to ordinary people!" Marcus asked with a dark face, and quickly took a step back for fear of being infected with strange logic, and then shouted: "Could it be that your Callander mansion will be open to others?!!

"My father is welcome when people from the town want to come to my house......" Morin muttered disapprerovingly, "Is it so boring for the High Priest to live alone in such a large magic tower......

"Alas, the door of the White Tower has been closed for years," Marcus couldn't help but sigh at some thought, and lost the heart to continue yelling at Merlin:

"The last time you saw Lord Eudora was at the inauguration ceremony of Augustus as Speaker more than ten years ago, and I don't know what His Excellency the High Priest has been doing all these years, why he doesn't care about the ...... of the Parliament that is in a mess."

"Let's go Morin, the hearing is about to begin. ”

……

The hearing took place in a semi-open circular paddock next to the Houses of Parliament.

Because it was a public hearing, when Morin and the others came to meet with Yarra Councillor with their packages, the public seat was already full of residents of the royal capital who were interested in political affairs, and Yara simply arranged a few teenagers and Emino to sit in the area where the witnesses were seated.

In front of this seating area is the podium, and on the right hand side are the high seats of the parliamentarians, and Marcas is holding the latest edition of "Parliamentarians and Parliament" against the seated members.

"Look, look!" he said to the others, lowering his voice, "the brown-haired, slightly bald councillor." ”

He secretly pointed to an expressionless middle-aged man sitting on the seat on the right: "That's Councilor Smith from our Gesok Empire, Morin, remember Senior Ryan who duel with you last year, Councilor Smith is his father." ”

Morin also saw the Councillor Smith, and from his face, he could vaguely remember a little of Senior Lane's appearance.

"But judging by where he sits, he should be neutral. Marcus frowned and muttered, "It's really a shame for us Gesok people, how many martyrs died in the war with the country of the dead, and now they still want to hand over the defense line to them......"

I don't know if I heard Marcus complaining, and the Councillor Smith glanced this way.

Marcas lowered his head and couldn't help but snort: "Look at what, you have the ability to watch my sister go, ...... degenerate"

Speaking of which, their family also had some dealings with each other, and his brother originally wanted to put him in Ryan's group.

The sun gradually turned overhead, and the number of councillors present increased.

And every time a councillor appeared at the table, many people in the audience who supported him stood up and cheered and applauded, and the cheers and applause continued until the councillor waved and sat down, and the enthusiastic atmosphere made Morin admire.

Regardless of the situation of the Alliance, at least the inhabitants of this city are accustomed to paying attention to political affairs, and this is the foundation of the Holy Alliance, as some books say, even if the nobles who lead the way have been eroded and stopped, as long as these foundations are there, the fire of order will eventually return to the right track and move forward bravely.

Towards the beginning of the period, there were four more figures in the seats of the councillors, but this time no one cheered their arrival, and there was only a few polite applause from the public gallery, which did not seem very polite.

It was the four deceased councillors.

One of them was a corpse witch wearing a silver crown, two were pale-faced male vampires, and the other was a black warrior wearing armor and a black helmet, with only two crimson eyes peeking out of the helmet.

The Black Warriors and Spider Demons are generally the races of the sixth sequence of the dead, and it is said that they wear black armor and black helmets from the time they wake up, and it is the greatest insult to them if they take them off rashly. Their lineage is majored in melee combat, their preference for scimitars as weapons, their strength and will, and their formation of troops are the strongest infantry in the dead and even in Todel.

Of course, their race is not large in number, and their strength is so strong that even if they are nobles among the dead, they will only gather an army to go to the battlefield in person when it is most urgent.

Without waving to the crowd, they sat down.

Although there was no welcome, the residents next to him looked at the four councillors with kind eyes, at least without revealing hatred or fear, which was already rare. The boy knew that civilians in most places, especially ordinary people who were not professionals, still harbored a deep fear and even hostility towards the dead.

No matter how the nobles at the top plan to make peace with the realm of the dead, there are always things that are hard to change.

Even if there are many dead and alive, there is not much difference.

The boy looked at Aeno beside him, and noticed that she was biting her lip and her face was a little pale.

"Don't be nervous," he whispered comfortingly, "just four ordinary deceased councillors." ”

But before he could finish speaking, the civilian sitting area suddenly erupted in a sea of applause, almost everyone stood up and cheered and applauded, and Merlin also subconsciously stood up with the people around him, but then found that Emino was still sitting motionless.

She buried her head deeply, her hands clenched into fists, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Maureen found that there was another figure in the seat of the council, and judging from the appearance and temperament, it was the Speaker Augustus that the girl had described, the current Speaker of the Holy Council of the Alliance.

He was smiling and waving to the audience, but a glimmer of his gaze fell on this side.

It fell on Emino.

……

In the minds of ordinary people, it may not be so prestigious to be the speaker of the parliament, but the important thing is that each speaker is elected under the witness of the high priest, and the high priest who single-handedly created the holy alliance is a god-like existence in the eyes of the residents of the holy royal capital.

Naturally, the Speaker of the Council, who can be counted as the spokesman of the High Priest in the eyes of ordinary people, also deserves more respect.

Moreover, Augustus was originally from the military and had outstanding achievements.

He made great contributions in the Battle of the Blood Moon, and after entering the political arena, he did not abandon the blood of a soldier, and he took a clear and resolute stance in whatever he did, and his tough image won the hearts of the people, until he was elected speaker more than ten years ago, and was loved by the residents.

Just looking at his sudden appearance at the hearing, the entire public sitting area was cheering and everyone was excited, and you knew how difficult it was to go against this speaker, not to mention how weak a few of them were.

Among the crowd present, there were probably only Mo Lin, and their hearts were cold.

The cheers around sounded so harsh.

And the Speaker Augustus, who was still blatantly looking at the little vampire, Merlin noticed that gaze, and Papa Pike's years of teaching made him suddenly discern the meaning of victory in that gaze - he had indeed seen Aeno, and what the little vampire had been saying was true.

The nightmarish images she had described were reminded of the nightmarish images she had described in the gloomy castle, the little vampire shivering in the corner, watching the old man dine with her lord, the twitching heart of a girl of her age.

There was thunderous applause around, and Merlin sat down in silence.

He picked up the girl's cold, fist-hardened hand.

……

Aeno didn't know what was wrong with her.

It seemed that all of a sudden all the sounds around her had dimmed, the sky was dark, the earth had sunken, and only those two eyes were bright in the whole world, and the eyes of the old man who held the council scepter were dazzlingly bright, like two blades shining in the dark, and pierced her skin with a faint pain.

She tried to find a place to hide, but the things in her mind that she usually tried not to remember were like having legs, and they all ran out at once, and she couldn't stop them.

The stuff was choking her up here, pressing down on this seat, unable to move.

It was as if she had been confined to the ground covered with pine needles, and a sharp scimitar had slashed her neck.

It was cold, then it hurt hotly, the scar was beating desperately as if it had been torn open, the hot blood was gushing, she wanted to touch it but didn't dare, she didn't know what was going on, she just felt that she was getting weaker and weaker.

And those things were laughing at her, laughing at her weakness in a circle around her, laughing at her stupidity.

Someone suddenly grabbed her hand in the dark, she was taken aback and wanted to pull it back but couldn't do it, and then she realized that it was Morin, this temperature, she remembered that her hand was so warm before, just like the sun at that time.

Equino finally had some strength.

"I'm not afraid of you. She said into the bright gaze:

"Get out of the way of all the things that imprison me!"

The stinging gaze was gone, but there was still a black hole around her, only the warmth from her left hand was still there, and she slowly relaxed, and her fists were clenched less tightly.

And the things that were around her and laughing at her, as if they were all dead, lay in the darkness as if they were dead as the gaze disappeared, so she patiently picked them up one by one, stuffed them back where they were supposed to be, and carefully closed the door so that they did not escape again.

"Aeinor!"

A voice came from the darkness.

"Aeno!!"

It was Morin's cry, and she suddenly came back to her senses, and her vision gradually brightened.

Everybody was looking at her.

Morin still picked up her left hand: "Are you alright? Councillor Yara has just finished giving a rough introduction to her bill, and now it's your turn, it's time for you to go up and speak." ”

……

……

In the southern border of the Lark Empire, at the foot of a mountain that extends from the Frost Mountains to the territory of the empire, there is a town called Snow River, there is a perennial glacier next to the town, and the ice and snow accumulation on the mountain will move downward every winter, and the snow is covered on it like a snow river, hence the name.

Because nearby adventurers heading to the Frost Mountains choose to settle here, Snow River is a bit more prosperous than the average town, with many inns and shops in the town, and it can be noisy during the day.

But outside the city, although it was only separated by a thin wall, it looked much more deserted.

Under the shadow of the withered trees, Brand looked at the town ahead and took out a potion bottle from his bosom.

The liquid in the crystal vial was dark and viscous, and Brand seemed unwilling to hold it in his hand, screaming and letting out a piercing wail, but it didn't take long for the wail to fall into silence, and bubbles bubbled under the two blood-colored gazes.

This was the potion he had concocted with black magic more than a month ago, the Blood of Vengeance, and in order to weaken the effects of the Curse of Revenge, he had split the potion into four at that time, and now he was the last one in his hand.

After a moment of thought, he drank the boiling potion in one gulp.

As if swallowing a mouthful of deadly poison, Brand slumped to the side.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to help the dead tree next to him, but he didn't want a trace of black gas to roll and struggle under his skin, and the whole tree broke down like mud under one touch, and his body fell to the ground.

Struggling to his knees, his palms propped up on the cold ground, his chest rising and falling violently like a blower, his eyes glistening with blood, and sweat trickling down his frowning brow.

Although he had a hunch, the backlash of the last potion was still unexpectedly violent, and he couldn't even stand up, so he simply sat down on the ground and curled up to breathe. The black robe wrapped around his body stood motionless in the windless wasteland, and from a distance it looked like a lifeless black stone.

Passing adventurers cast wary glances.

I don't know how long it took, and the lazy guards who were basking in the sun at the city gate in the distance were hesitant to come and check on it, this person was afraid that something had happened and died here, Brand finally raised his head.

Something more in sight.

He saw a faint trail of blood drifting through the air.

It was as if the smell had been stained with color, and the faint trail of blood, which meandered but could roughly find the vein, slowly drifted out of Snowy River Town, drifting in front of him, and he struggled to his feet, and followed the blood qi towards the town.

The Blood of Vengeance recorded in the dark book, although effective, could not directly help Brand find the target, and like other prophetic magic, its effect was only to trace the traces left by the target, and to point out some key clues that could lead to the target, just like the trivial fragments that the soothsayers could see.

The degree of correlation between these clues was related to the efficacy of the drug, and he only had a dried blood pellet after all.

Maybe if you can get a hand as a casting material, the effect will be much stronger.

Following the faint air of blood, Brand came to a lively street in the town, where a constant stream of adventurers came and went, and the streets were crowded with a variety of stalls selling and buying the products of the Frosty Mountains.

And in his field of vision, that blood energy finally converged on the body of a young stall owner.

Male, black-eyed, in his early twenties, the paving was filled with several herbs from the southern branch of the Frost Mountains, which could be used to dispense high-grade potions, he had no cocoons and scratches from the herb pickers on his hands, but his fingers were very thick, and he could see that he worked a lot, and there were no overflowing magic fluctuations, he was not a professional who had been baptized by magic.

Brand hesitated, intending to step forward and talk.

But he suddenly frowned.

With a pause, his figure disappeared from the street.

A moment later, a blonde woman in heavy armor strode up to the place where he had just disappeared, and the unrestrained cold and coercion forced the pedestrians on the street to disperse.

Minerma paused, her cold, sword-like gaze glancing around.

She raised her eyebrows suspiciously.