Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, the whole family gathers, so update in advance, I wish you all a happy Mid-Autumn Festival. Starting

"With the remnants of the scents of their companions on the slain Assassins, we have succeeded in obtaining the vital characteristics of some of the retreating Assassins," Hocker wisely omitted most of the text, "and more than two dozen court mages searched for these scents within a radius of dozens of kilometers centered on the Imperial Capital, and finally found their traces in one place. ”

He paused slightly, then said the name of the place, "Wendo Manor." ”

The name almost made Will jump, "I knew it," he cried out, "I knew it was him!" The Imperial Prince's eyes flashed fiercely, and endless murderous intent filled his chest, "I'm going to make him pay for it!" he shouted, "Guards, gather all the guards and arrest him for me!"

Wendo Manor, a small farm outside of the City of Miracles, is owned by Will's only brother, Prince Philon.

"His Majesty the Emperor has sent someone to arrest those assassins," Hockel stopped Will's impulse in time, "and His Highness Philon will also be under surveillance." In fact, at the same time I'm here, the court mages and the Guards are already on their way to the Manor of Windor - we cannot accuse Prince Philon of orchestrating your assassination unless the assassins are captured alive and confessions are obtained and sufficient evidence is obtained. ”

"It must be him," Will said in a state of complete rage, his pale face flushed with a sickly flush, his breath heavy with rage, "if I die, he can be emperor, only he would be in such a hurry to kill me." He strode out the door, "Squire!" the Imperial Prince roared, "I'm going to see His Majesty the Emperor!"

"Your first plan has succeeded," Rhaegar said to Kohler, listening to Will's roar from the communication gem, "This crazy prince has decided that his brother is the murderer who tried to murder him. ”

"In a sense," Kohler leaned back in his chaise longue by the fire, enjoying the warmth of the flames, "and he was right, and I can assure you that no one in the entire empire would have wished for Will to die sooner than Philon." ”

"But that alone is not enough to convict Philon," Rhaegar said, "and even if all the evidence really points to him, the Emperor would not have killed his own son, you know, Will could die at any time, and he would never want the throne to end up in your hands." ”

"You're right," Kohler got up from his recliner and sat down across from Rhaeggar, "but we just need Philon to think that he will be convicted, and that's where you, my dear partner, come forward—a division from the Tower of Masters, for whom no one but His Majesty the Emperor can put such a being at the service." Please keep in mind that "

A year ago, ** division tower, Kohler's room.

"This recommendation is only good for you," Rhaegar said to the still smiling Prince, "In fact, the support of a **Division from the **Division Tower) is enough to increase the chances of success of your plan by half." ”

The smile on Kohler's face froze.

"I don't understand what you're talking about...", he was interrupted by Rhaegar "Even the ** Master Tower doesn't keep an eye on everyone here all the time, and your room isn't being monitored, so you don't have to worry about being heard by others." ”

Kohler regained his previous relaxed state, "When did you know?" he asked with a smile, "Or how much do you know?"

"At the time of the mage's interception. Rhaegar replied, "I think Corral must have told you my inference about the origin of those monsters, in fact, I had always thought so before I fought that mage - I'm sure even Hocker thought so, so he would hesitate until I arrived as an outsider after receiving your request for help." ”

"But that battle completely changed my mind," Rhaegar continued, "although Kraent, let's assume it's his real name, claiming to be an eighth-order mage, and his soul can't hide from my special method of probing. A ninth-order mage, and a beast exorcist, would actually take the initiative to retreat when facing an opponent who was far inferior to him, if he was really sent by the emperor, he would definitely not do so. ”

"As I said, in this empire, except for the Emperor, no one can let so many demonic beasts living in different regions come to the Kohler Territory at the same time, but in fact, there is one more person who has such an ability, and that is you, the lord of the Fertile Plains. ”

"On the surface, you are a philanthropist who has no quarrel with the world, but that is just an illusion that you use to deceive outsiders, especially the emperor, you have never given up your desire for power, and ascending to the throne is your long-term pursuit. Rhaegar stared at Kohler, "But as long as you can't enter the City of Miracles, this idea of yours will never come true, even if Philon and Will can't inherit the throne, and the other royals who remain in the Imperial Capital have a way to get the ministers to exclude you, the third in line to the throne, who is thousands of miles away, from the heir to the throne." From this point of view, your realm has become a hindrance to you, because according to the law, a lord with an actual domain is not allowed to leave his realm without permission from the Empire, and I believe that this is why the Emperor gave you the rich plains. ”

"I have to admire your decisiveness and boldness," Rhaegar said with a sigh, "In order to get the opportunity to return to the imperial capital, you actually took the initiative to destroy your territory with demonic beasts without hesitation, so as to give yourself an excuse to give up your territory voluntarily, and let people put a curse on yourself, if this curse is lifted a little later, you will at least become an idiot." ”

"Kraente is a mage I've known since I was a teenager," Kohler said calmly, "I once saved his life, and even if all the people in this world tried to hurt me, he would never do that." He looked at Rhaeggar, "You would never have imagined that from the time we left the castle until we entered the ** divisional tower, he has been following us, and if there is any accident on the way, he will be the first to appear." ”

"Very well prepared," Rhaegar nodded, "but why kill the knights and guards?"

"They are the Emperor's men," replied Kohler, "and, in fact, almost all the knights in my castle, with the exception of Colar and Soran, including my most elite bodyguards, were sent by the Emperor. A mocking smile appeared on Kohler's face: "On the surface, my dear royal brother has thought out everything for me, and even sent his best warriors to protect me, but if I do even the slightest abnormal behavior, they will become the executioners of me at the first opportunity." ”

"I still don't see any benefit to me in recommending you to enter the ** Division Tower," Kohler said frankly: "Although you have some inside information about my plan, you don't have any evidence, no one will believe your words, on the contrary, once you enter the ** Division Tower, with that transcendent status, you will truly become a threat to me." ”

Rhaegar suddenly chuckled softly.

"Let me tell you a secret," he said to the Prince, "and, in fact, I don't need your recommendation. He gestured slightly, and an expressionless middle-aged man appeared in the room without warning, it was Sixty-Seven's companion and one of the mage tower guards who took care of Kohler, and in normal times, it and the other guards all existed in an almost gaseous form, only appearing when summoned.

"Go and call sixty-seven. "These days of knowledge have taught Rhaegar that there is some kind of mysterious sense between these guards, and each guard can feel the call of the other companions at any time and appear in the shortest possible time.

As a guest of the Mage Tower, Rhaegar had the right to call for servants to serve him at any time, except for certain occasions, and the guards of the Mage Tower could not violate the requirements that did not exceed the authority of the other party, and after a few moments, Sixty-Seven, who looked almost identical to his companion, appeared in front of Kohler.

"Tell him about my relationship with Carson. Rhaegar ordered.

In Sixty-Seven's mind, there was no prohibition on speaking out about it, and he was in that room while Carson was talking to Rhaegar as well.

"Master Leigar is a student of the High Deacon. Sixty-seven said in a mechanical voice.

In the Wizard Tower, its master enjoys supreme power, which is far more than Carson enjoyed when he was in the Storm God, to be exact, in the hearts of the mages of the Wizard Tower, their master is more of a god in the hearts of believers. But the master of the Mage Tower seldom bothered with specific matters, and all the daily activities were in the hands of the deacons, and of all the deacons, the most powerful were undoubtedly the chief deacon and the six high deacons under him, who were equivalent to the prime minister and minister of an empire.

"For some reason, I have to go through an outsider to enter the Tower," Rhaegar said, "but that doesn't mean I can only be recommended by you," his voice was so calm that he couldn't tell what it meant, "I've reached out to you," he said, "and it's time for you to make your own decisions." ”

There can be many kinds of laughter in a person, and for nobles and royalty who want to maintain their demeanor even when they are most angry, how to master the laughter on different occasions is an essential course, from the reserved smile when they first meet, to the smile that seems to come from the heart when they deliberately make friends, and even the kind of polite but rejecting people when facing people they dislike or are not interested in. It can be said that from the smile of a big man, you can basically judge his attitude towards the person in front of him - at least on the surface - and at this moment, Kohler's face is a smile that seems to be only when he meets the closest old friend he has not seen for many years.

"We're already friends," he said holding out his hand to Rhaegar with enough sincerity and kindness on his face to turn any hostile person into a friend, "isn't it?"