"I don't think that's going to be the case. ”

The fair-skinned young man with a teapot, a dress, and a comb on his back slowly shook his head and replied lightly: "Maybe little Robert will be very tolerant of Lord Minsk, but Duke Incre will not." Because the Duke of Incre represents the whole of Inclave, he is responsible for Inclave's interests and Inclave's honor. ”

"Who are you?" Minsk stared at the young man. Before, he had always thought that this was just an ordinary servant of the Anthony family, but now it seems that it is clearly not.

"This is a friend of mine who I just met, and it just so happens that he has a very unique perspective on the matter of Incre, so I asked him to participate in our consultation, and I think his advice will be very valuable. Anthony was still smiling, but that smile was a little weird no matter how you looked at it.

"No one knows the matter of Inclave better than I do, I have lived there for a hundred years, and watched him grow from a wasteland to a city. No matter who it is, it can't be as deep as I do. Minsk turned to look at the young man, he didn't really like to argue with others, he was more used to using lethal arcane to express himself, if it was somewhere else, the young man would have definitely turned into a pile of minced meat.

"Well, maybe so......" the young man nodded in acknowledgement. Indeed, in terms of understanding of Inclave, no one can compare to the old mage of Inclave who was established by his own hands. He looked back at Minsk's emotionless, cold and cold killing intent, like the butcher's eyes looking at the pigs and sheep in the cage, but he was not timid, and asked lightly: "So, in that case, why do you betray him?"

"What?" Minsk's brow furrowed, and the killing intent in his eyes instantly burned like a volcanic crater about to erupt. "Who are you?"

The young man didn't answer, but put down the teapot and rubbed his hands together to remove a layer of skin from his hands. Instead of flesh and blood, another layer of slightly rough and blackened skin was exposed, and even the skeleton seemed to have become a little thicker. Then he rubbed his face with those hands, and then rubbed a layer of skin from his face, revealing another face below that was equally handsome, but never younger.

The killing intent that was about to burn in Minsk's eyes immediately turned to freezing. This face may not be known to anyone in Oroyosta, but it is known to everyone in Inclave. Because that was the Duke of Incre, Robert Modorezeski III.

"This stuff is good. What's it called?" the duke asked, looking at the layer of skin rubbed off his hand, and raised his long, thick eyebrows. The skin turned into a thin dough-like thing when it was rubbed off, and it seemed to be flowing slowly in his hands.

"Virtual divinity fits active camouflage ooze. At that time, the Necromantic Department of the Royal Arcane Academy spent a lot of resources on this, but now there is no means of charging, and there is less to use a little. Anthony sighed. "What you just used is the last part of our Anthony family. ”

"Perfectly carrying the illusion camouflage appearance, it's really good. The Duke pursed his lips, reaffirming the effect of the little thing. "There is almost no difference from the real ** appearance, and the weak virtual divinity is used to replace the law, completely eliminating the detection and disturbance of the arcane. It's really an unimaginable masterpiece. In contrast, today's necromantic alchemy system is like a child playing with mud, so you didn't think to use these to analyze and remake it?"

Master Anthony shook his head: "The study of virtual divinity is one of the most cutting-edge arcane fields in the Imperial Age, there are too few existing materials, let alone instruments and sequence circles, let alone let the temple know that if someone studies this kind of thing, they will go crazy." ”

The Duke shrugged: "No wonder Revival would be so keen to dig up the relics of the imperial period. ”

While the Duke was discussing with Anthony ** as if no one was around, Minsk glanced back at Master Diesel, the bald mage who was quietly in front of the audience in the back was also stunned at the moment, his mouth open enough to fit into his hands, and a pair of round eyes almost fell out of his sockets.

It shouldn't be him. Minsk removed a lethal seven-ring arcane that was already in a semi-activated state. The problem should not be with this subordinate, at least he who followed him with him could not have the channel to contact the Duke of Inclere, and if the problem really was with him, he would never have the courage to appear in this place at this time.

It seems to be Adler's boy's back hand. Still underestimate that guy. After all, he is a person who can become a ** teacher, even if he is weak and naïve and stupid, he is not a real mentally handicapped fool. As for the duke who rushed over, he was not too surprised that he was able to find the Anthony family to set up this situation. The Duke was very annoying to him in terms of position, personality and style, but in terms of ability he had to admit that he was a true genius, whether in the arcane or otherwise, and it was not difficult for him to guess what he would do in such a situation.

Within a second Minsk came to a conclusion, roughly judging the situation. But he didn't panic, the experience and tempering of the hundred years of experience, he encountered more bad and embarrassing times than this, not to mention that the Duke of Inclere in front of him was indeed the most prominent, his nominal master, but he was just a junior child he watched grow up. For example, this kind of arrogance as if no one else, pretending to be calm, seems to him to be a naïve and boring gentleman.

Looking coldly at this duke, who can be regarded as a grandchild, Minsk slowly asked, "Why are you here?"

"I heard some bad news, so I rushed over to check it out. The Duke spread his hands and looked calm, as if he was really just having a family affair with an old friend. "Actually, I don't want to believe the news, the arcane, the traps, the deception, the misunderstanding, the concealment of some people...... There's so much false news that can be generated, so I feel like something has to be seen and verified for myself. ”

"So you're here to play the role of a servant who serves tea?"

"It's also a good experience to experience the life of the people at the bottom once in a while. By the way, this is the first time in my life that I serve tea to a man, but fortunately, one of the objects is the head of the Anthony family, and the other is Uncle Minsk, whom I have always respected, and this is not too embarrassing, right, did I blush just now? Your cover is timely, Anthony. ”

"There's no doubt that it's worth it. I did see it with my own eyes and hear a lot with my own ears. The Duke took a deep breath and put an end to the small talk ahead. He turned to look at Minsk, his eyes equally cold. "Then I called you that for the last time, dear Uncle Minsk, why did you betray Incre?"

"I betrayed Incre?" Minsk's eyes widened suddenly, and his voice retorted hoarsely. He doesn't like to argue, he doesn't like to talk nonsense, and he is not an emotional person, but this sentence did touch the deepest fire in his heart. "How did I betray Inclave? You betrayed Inclave!"

This answer surprised the duke, and he was stunned and asked, "Me?"

"Yes! you!" the coldness in Minsk's eyes turned to anger, words he had never said to his titular master, and it was more than a decade of repression. "Look what Inclave has become in your hands? Look at the Inclave people now! Every young mage is studying poetry, drama, art, art, and art, and is trying in every possible way to get into your almost daily feasts, and there are more and more shops of theater, liquor, energy, potions, and all kinds of luxuries, and they are becoming like those plainsmen, and they are pursuing some kind of bells and whistles for spiritual pleasures, and Inclave is rotting!

"I'm ......" The Duke choked, stunned and had to nod in acknowledgement. "Well, I'll admit that I took the lead. But what's the point? We have the money, we have the resources, and of course we can pursue a better life. The water conservancy transformation and farmland reclamation in the east have allowed Incre to have endless food, the three major mineral veins have made our elemental crystal gem production account for three-fifths of the mainland, the dangerous demonic beast population on the highlands has basically been cleared, and the rest are all under control, our alchemy workshop Golem Workshop is the largest in the continent, and more than one-fifth of the population has become arcane apprentices, which proves that our arcane system is very correct and successful. ”

"If it were Incre's poor life, I would still be poor and extravagant, decadent and mediocre, but Incre has such a bright present and future, of course I can enjoy it. It's not that I'm taking the lead in indulging them in pleasures, they are well fed, they have a comfortable life, and when they have money, they will naturally pursue a higher level of spiritual enjoyment, but it just so happens that I am the richest among them. ”

"That's rot. That's how the Oyuro Empire rotted, and I saw it with my own eyes, and I can't be wrong. Minsk Senran said. "Your grandfather and your father are all good. None of them were natives of the Highlanders, but they all hunted with us, ate barbecue and mulled wine by the campfire, and built Inclave with us. Out of respect for them, we agree that you are the master of Inclave, but now Inclave is rotting under your leadership. ”

"Then what do you think everyone should do when they have money? Build a 1,000-meter-high wooden house or a 2,000-meter-high stone house? Eat 100 catties of barbecue meat and throw it to the dogs for 50 catties to eat? Drink 10 barrels of sweet wine and pour 10 barrels to bathe? Or donate hundreds of temples so that everyone can give money to the clergy?"

“... I don't know what to do, but you can't do that. If you really succeed, the Inclaves will become real Plainsmen!That is the greatest harm to Incre!" Minsk's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse, as angry and desperate as an old dog that saw the nest he had lived in all his life was collapsing. "I'm not going to let Inclave fall into the hands of you young people who don't know anything!

“...... It seems that this is a conflict of worldview cognition, and there is nothing to argue. The Duke spread his hands, a little helpless and a little annoyed, saying that this was all nonsense. "You're just getting used to your old life, and the progress of the times makes you feel uncomfortable. But the progress of the times is inevitable, and Incre will inevitably change in this way, and no one will betray Inclave. If you really want to say betrayal, it is you yourself who betray this progressive era. ”

"Also, you really betrayed Adler, and my trust. With a sigh, the duke's voice and tone grew cold again. "Do you choose, do you want to go back to Inclave with me to stand trial, or will I forcibly arrest you back?"

Minsk shook his head indifferently. After venting his emotions, he was not interested in talking nonsense again, of course he would not feel that anyone was qualified to judge him, nor did he feel that anyone could forcibly arrest him back. He's going to wipe everything out here, and even if there's no Duke of Incre, Inclere Heights will still be Inclere Heights, and it will be even better.

"Please allow me to leave. Mage Diesel came from behind with a crying voice. The strong, savage, and rude bald mage was now cowering by the wall like a frightened quail, as if trying to escape, but not daring to move. The tense confrontation between the three ** divisions is like three huge typhoons locked in a room that is temporarily stationary, and they have no idea when and how they will collide, but once the aftermath of the collision begins to dissipate, everything within the scope will be completely shattered from material to spiritual.

No one paid attention to him, except for the Duke and Minsk, who were cold-eyed and confrontational, and even the Anthony ** Division, who had been smiling, no longer had the slightest smile on his face, and looked at the two of them intently.

Gathering his courage, Master Diesel slammed to the door and opened the door to rush out, but after just two steps he stood still.

At some point, the scenery outside the house has completely changed. The pouring rain that had been falling was gone, and the streetscape of Oroyosta, which was crisscrossed by mansions, was no longer visible, and the rocky ground was no longer carefully cultivated lawns.

The sky was gloomy with a reddish glow, and all around it was an endless wilderness, without the slightest sound, not even the wind, like a dead world. As the door opened, it seemed as if some of the surrounding arcane had been lifted, and the crystal glass parlor began to disintegrate and shatter, silently falling into tiny powder. In the blink of an eye, only the four of them were left standing in this strange and boundless wilderness.

After being stunned for a few seconds, Master Diesel suddenly reached out and grabbed his neck and fell to his knees, as if he had been sucked alive by this strange world of dead silence. He barely managed to put on a protective arcane technique, but it didn't work, as if life was constantly being sucked out of his strong body, and he was like a fish thrown ashore, fluttering in place and staring at it in despair, his mouth open in vain but not making the slightest sound.

For all this, the three ** masters were not very surprised, all of this was already in their plan or perception.

"Fragment Realm? hehe...... That's what this weird hut was arranged?" Minsk laughed. Under the reflection of the strange red light from above, his smile was extremely strange and eerie. He stretched out his hand and waved, and the struggling mage not far away suddenly let go and gasped for air.

No matter what elemental territory it tends towards, the fragment realm is almost very unsuitable for the survival of humans and other ordinary creatures in the main material realm, the overall deviation of the elemental law has an all-round and fatal impact on the life forms of the main material realm, and the realm that is biased towards the wind element and the fire element is slightly better, enough elemental protection to resist the ubiquitous elemental damage can barely be maintained, and the boundary of the earth element and the water element is by no means as simple as elemental damage, the extreme thinness of the air, the content of the composition is completely different from that of the main material realm, and the gravity of several times or even ten times more can kill the strongest ordinary creatures in a very short time。

Therefore, cross-border domain travel is the patent of the ** division, and only the special protective arcane 'realm survival' above the seven rings can allow the human body to survive in these changeable and extremely harsh environments. An ordinary high-level mage like Mage Diesel can't even survive here.

"We're better off not making trouble in the city because of the internal affairs of the Crley. The Duke slowly raised his hand, and with his other flicked the ring on his finger, a wave of obscure arcane aura enveloping him. "It just so happens that the Anthony family has such a fixed plane transfer circle, so we don't have to worry about the interference of the Arcane Academy. ”

"No way, you can't just throw destructive arcane things around Oroyustari. Having such a plane circle is very convenient at certain times, and it is one of the traditions of the Imperial Age. The only biggest flaw is that it costs a lot to use once, and there are very few who can afford to place it in Oroyosta. Anthony smiled and couldn't help but show some smugness. He turned to Minsk again, and smiled his trademark kind smile. "Your Excellency Minsk, I think that since there is already a predictable outcome, we can omit the process. You don't think you can handle the two of us, do you?Why don't you just obey the Duke's orders and go back to Incre......

"Hey..... hahahaha..."

The laughter that came out of Minsk's mouth was like a chorus of night owls in heat, and even he forgot that he hadn't laughed like this in decades, and it seemed that his vocal cords didn't know how to laugh anymore. He looked at Anthony like an old and dying wolf watching a captive pig triumphantly flaunting his water, full of disdain and sarcasm. He didn't even want to say anything about this kind of waste, but said to Master Diesel, who was relieved behind him, "Lift your spirits." In the future, there will be no Duke of Incre, and you can try your best to fight for whatever you want. Otherwise, based on what you've done before, do you think those new mages will let you go? ”

"Yes. I understand. The muscles on Mage Diesel's face twitched, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"You're all wrong. I'm telling you, if there is interference from the Arcane Academy, maybe you still have a chance to live. Turning to look at the Duke again, Minsk felt a rare sigh of emotion. As he spoke, he pulled out a scroll from his folding bag. "This was given to me by old Robert as a gift to thank me for helping him become Duke of Inclave, but he probably didn't think that I would use this to finish off the last Duke of Inclave. ”