Under the gray sky, the lone witcher Carl Colin stood under the eaves of the gate of the wizards' guild, silently watching the rain falling from the sky and splashing on himself from time to time.

He no longer remembers that he developed this "interest" from the right place.

After losing his legs and left arm on the night of the assassination, Carl Colin had to give up his job as a witcher and temporarily run his "old business" - handling the information of the Night's Watch from all over the world for Dalton Kander, and building his own intelligence network.

Carl Colin has 120,000 admiration for this "former Night Watch senior" and the founder of the witcher, and believes that the other party is not inferior to a certain "former night watch leader" in terms of execution and intelligence acumen.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Carl Colin, who frowned slightly, stood up with his only remaining right arm, and was about to push the wheelchair away, when a thin figure rushed from the rain towards the door of the wizarding guild.

"Carl... Is Carl Colin you?!"

Rapid gasps and staggering undisguised footsteps made the witcher and night watchman frown.

The other party was obviously in a hurry to go out, and he didn't even prepare a decent cloak, and was drenched from top to bottom, as if he had been soaked in a pool.

"Peter... Fasha?"

Carl Colin finally found the name of the other party from memory, the night watchman who had fled from the imperial capital: "It's you?"

He didn't stay in the Red Blood Castle Palace, what was he doing here?

"Loren, is Loren here?!" the pale Peter asked anxiously, not even having time to wipe the rain off his face: "And Dalton, Master Dalton Khand, where are they?"

"They ......" Carl Colin was stunned at first, and then his face changed: "Something's wrong?!"

"I've just come back from outside the city and have just informed Lusen. Peter nodded nervously and said hurriedly:

"The former leader of the Night's Watch, Lord Ruth Infinit......"

"Right now outside the Red Blood Castle!"

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Slightly curly, brown-white curly hair, messy stubble covered the cheeks, and the tattered leather robe could no longer be seen as it should be, and the face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Only those eyes... The golden eyes, which were like sun flares, were still the same.

"Loren Torino, welcome. ”

The hoarse Rutt Infinit lay on his side on the narrow bed, struggling to get up as if he was struggling to get up: "It was your mentor who told you that I was here, right—the tavern owner when he entered the door should be his informant." ”

"Hmph... It wasn't like continuing to be a night watchman, but he ended up doing it; Duplicity guys. ”

He was extremely down, and he did not forget to mock his former "best friend".

The black-haired wizard was unmoved, staring at the leader of the Night's Watch with a blank face:

"Why did you come to the Red Blood Castle?"

"I remember... The first time we met, it was also in such a tavern, also on a rainy night. ”

Rutte Infinit didn't answer his question directly, and with that miserable white smile he began to "miss" the past, still struggling to get up:

"At that time, you had just defeated the ogre god Metzka of the Oldwood Forest, and won the friendship of the Oldwood Forest Elves for your lord and the future heir of Lothair, and it was time to be satisfied;"

"That's right, you're probably about to think of yourself as a savior. ”

"Even if I try my best to hide it, I can still feel the strong confidence and arrogance in you, the caution and calmness are thrown aside, and I know that it is a trap and resolutely step in;"

"So I conclude that you will be a great chess piece, and may even become an important part of Your Majesty's plan, and with a little provocation, you will follow the set trajectory;"

The leader of the Night's Watch had a relaxed expression and whispered as if he were telling a story to himself.

"You lived up to expectations and resolved the crisis of Ebolden's 'Holy Blood Elixir', found another evil god lurking under that wizarding city, and unsurprisingly accepted the invitation of His Highness Brandon and embarked on the road to the dragon king city beyond the Broken Boundary Mountain;"

"Before the Imperial Trial, your performance has always been so perfect, so perfect that I thought you were really some kind of 'Child of Destiny', 'Savior with a mission', and I even thought that there was really something strange about the blood of the Black Duke;"

"Until I found out that you are not of Turin blood, and you are not a descendant of the Black Duke......"

"What the hell are you trying to say?!"

Roughly interrupting the words of the "former leader of the Night's Watch", the black-haired wizard's gaze locked on him: "I came to the Red Blood Castle... What is the purpose?"

After a moment of silence, Rut Infinit raised his gaze.

"What I'm going to do... There was only one from beginning to end. Rutte's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water for a long time: "And, I told you a long time ago, when we first met. ”

First time meeting?

A certain memory that was about to "dust" flooded into Loren's mind.

“...... We are not a church order, nor are we an underground wizarding organization, we have only one object of allegiance—the land beneath your feet, the eternal Sakran Empire......"

Loren sneered.

"If you are truly loyal to the 'Eternal Sakran Empire', you should turn around and return to the Imperial Capital now, surrender yourself to Emperor Conrad, and tell him everything you know. The black-haired wizard stared at Rut Infinit in front of him:

"So I asked again... Why did you come to Crimson Castle?"

Rutte Infinit looked at him, first silent, then ......

Laughed.

"Hehe... Heheha... Hahaha......"

Low, downcast, and filled with mournful laughter, echoing through the dilapidated and cramped tavern rooms.

"Hahaha... Loren... Hahaha... Loren Turin ...... "Rut Infinit, who was obviously laughing, burst into tears from his flare-like eyes:

"After seeing the truth about the Dragon King's City, after fighting so many evil gods, after defeating Phaoda and Chakar, after seeing the dragon......"

"You're also going to tell me the fear that will really endanger the survival of the Empire, or even destroy it from this world, or enslave it forever......"

"Just those long-eared elves who don't deserve a lot of money?!"

"Do you really believe that His Highness Conrad... And Brandon, who knows nothing about the truth of the whole world, can really lead the empire through the thirteenth and fourteenth generations without being destroyed?!"

He also stared at the black-haired wizard with blood-red eyes: "If, after all this experience, you still think so... Maybe you should go to the imperial capital of Golovin and tell Emperor Conod that the person he wants to kill is in your hands!"

"Just use my death to save this last bit of worthless profit for you in this world that is about to be destroyed!"

Rut Infinit, with a hoarse voice, whispered like a wounded beast.

The old and tired face showed a very real anger.

"Don't doubt my purpose, Loren Turin, at least this time, I'm not here to be your enemy—to be exact, almost every time I have no intention of making your enemy. His voice gradually returned to calm:

"You may be angry that I tried to persecute you, but don't forget that I never broke our agreement. ”

"This time... It's the same. ”

In a word, the last bit of good feeling that Loren had for this guy disappeared in an instant.

"The same tavern, the same rainy evening... The difference is that this time I don't have any hostages. Rutte Infinit chuckled:

"But I'm still going to make a deal with you, and this may be the last trade between the two of us – of course, I'm sure you'd like to do the same. ”

"I prefer the last time to be the last. Loren said coldly.

Rute Infinit just smiled indifferently, like an old man who had already looked away.

"Maybe you don't believe it, but in fact this war of the Azorean elves, and even the Centaur war and the civil war of the dwarves, including a series of your experiences... All of them were expected by His Majesty Eckhart II, and some of them were even in His Majesty's hands. ”

His voice grew deeper, as if it had regained the demeanor of the leader of the Night's Watch: "And I am only the executor of some of them; They are all just one of His Majesty's pawns, and some of them have even learned part of the truth. ”

"Including you, Loren Turin, you are also one of His Majesty's hand-picked pawns, your chances at Eberden are not coincidental or accidental, but designed, and it was His Majesty's order that made Corona abandon his original plan and decide to train you instead......"

"To the point, I'm not in the mood to share with you right now, Lord Rutte Infinit. ”

Interrupting him rudely, the expressionless Loren was not as calm as he seemed.

When leaving Ebolden, Corona had said that there was something to tell him, but in the end it was rushed because of the sudden attack of the Azorean elves.

Is that all?

"Your Majesty's vision is higher and farther than all of us... Even his death was in his plan. Rutte Infinit murmured in a very affectionate, adoring tone:

"Even I, after so much time since His Majesty's death, have been able to understand a little bit of it—I'm afraid that the whole world, from the void to reality, is just a chessboard in his eyes, and the world has never had any secrets to him. ”

"I dare not imagine when he began to plan all this, but there is no doubt that everything is still in His Majesty's plan so far, and the only problem is that after his death it will be difficult for anyone to oversee the execution of this great plan. ”

"As his faithful servant, the only thing I can do is to carry out His Majesty's plan as I understand it. He looked at the black-haired wizard:

"Including you, Loren Turin... Since His Majesty has decided to let you live after trying to kill you, it shows that you have a place in his plan - I don't know what it is, but it must be indispensable. ”

The black-haired wizard didn't say a word, silently watching Rut Infinit's self-talk.

"Therefore, I propose a deal to you—I beg you no matter what, no matter how far this Azorean elven war goes......"

Rut Infinit, in that plain, downcast, old and tired voice, uttered his request:

"Kill them all, in the thousands or hundreds of thousands... None of the Azorean elites must be allowed to be nimble!"

Well?!

Surprised, Loren stood still, not figuring out what he meant.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have a grudge against those Azorean elves... To say that it was only one fight for each of its masters. Rutt Infinit's voice was calm and shuddering:

"But since they have been identified as 'enemies' by His Majesty, they must be eliminated for whatever reason, and any surviving Azorean elves are a threat to the Empire. ”

"If you still don't understand... Think about the fate of the centaur tribe, and think about how the empire treats the monsters of the north, and I think you should be able to understand. ”

"In addition, if His Highness Conod has any signs of wanting to reconcile with the Azorean elves after winning a decisive victory......" Root Infinit said lightly: "You must support His Highness Brandon to ascend to the throne, break the agreement between the empire and the Azorean elves, and kill them all." ”

"Not a single one remains. ”

With that, he stared at the black-haired wizard deadly, waiting for a final reply.

After a moment of silence, Loren bowed slightly.

It didn't hurt to say yes - not that it would be easy to trick a dying man, but Loren didn't think that Conod or Brandon would make any deal with the Azorean elves.

The hatred between the two sides has been undying since the day of the fall of Eberden and the assassination of Eckhart II.

"If you have any other requirements, please put them together. ”

"Oh, the honorable Duke of Byrne should be so generous?"

"It's the last time anyway, and I don't mind being generous to a dead man. ”

"A Dead Man'......"

Rut Infinit snorted self-deprecatingly, as if his body twitched violently a few times before returning to normal because of touching the wound, only the blue tendons on his forehead were exposed, proving that he was holding on.

"No... Only this one. Gasping for breath, Rut Infinit forced himself to lift his head, soaked in cold sweat and rain: "Peter Fasha... The last person to see the emperor was him—lest you don't know yet, it's the last wedding gift for you, and you don't have to admit anything to me. ”

"Let Dalton Candle out, I know he's here. ”

The black-haired wizard bowed slightly, silently turned to leave the room, and closed the door - the next thing was a grudge between the two of them, and Loren really didn't want to be involved in it at all.

Anyway, as long as Root Infinit and the Night's Watch couldn't pose any more threats to him, Loren didn't mind that he had been coerced or something.

The steps that have not yet been taken are fixed in the dark corridors;

Soaked in water, Peter Fasa stood at the end of the hallway, gasping for breath.

Those terrified eyes were staring at him. ()

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