The long night had not yet passed, and the crescent moon like a silver hook still hung high in the dome, illuminating the Red Blood Castle shrouded in darkness with a cold light like frost.

Outside the hall door of the castle palace, a whole team of 100 guards were fully armed, with spears and kite-shaped shields in their hands, forming a phalanx like the Sakran shield wall.

If an outsider stands here and sees the posture of the three layers inside and outside the door, I am afraid that they will immediately think of the "bloody drama" that has been staged in the courts of the principalities and even the Heavenly Dome Palace, and by the way, sigh for a certain noble lord who is about to be unlucky.

Only they know what they are facing... It's definitely something more terrifying than that.

The silence made the atmosphere extremely oppressive, and the tension was written on almost everyone's faces, clutching the shield and spear in their hands, and staring straight ahead.

The noise in the hall had stopped two quarters of an hour earlier.

Standing at the front of the phalanx, Ser Euron Eckert, the captain of the guard of the Red Blood Castle, glanced at the moon overhead, counted the time, and kept rubbing his right hand with the great sword against the hilt to calm himself down.

He didn't know what was going on behind the door, and he didn't dare to relax in the slightest... Just mechanically obeying the orders of the countess, the place is sealed off and no one is allowed to approach.

But Sir Euron knew one thing - if the new Lord Loren Turin who was guarding the hall was finished, he would have to rely on himself and the centurion behind him to protect the safety and dignity of the countess.

Even if you plug the door frame with a corpse, you can't let that unknown "monster" swagger away from here!

With a long, deep breath, the heavy two-handed greatsword rested on his shoulder, his hands holding the handle in front of him, and at the same time, the hundred-man team behind him raised their shields and spears in unison.

"Sir Euron!"

A gentle voice came from the bottom of the stairs, and the frowning captain of the guard turned to see the head of the Red Blood Castle with a solemn expression walking towards him from the path that the soldiers had aside.

This guy... What did he come to do?

The polite butler stepped forward and bowed slightly to the captain of the guard with his hands behind his back: "The order of the Earl, let you leave half a hundred people to guard here, and then lead the rest of the castle guards to seal the surroundings tightly, and definitely don't let any information about this place leak out." ”

"As soon as you spot any suspicious characters, don't hesitate to execute them on the spot!"

"But......" Yu Lun's face was startled, and he wanted to say something in disbelief, but the butler stretched out his hand to stop him.

"I said, I'm just here to pass the word. Apologetically smiling, Charles interrupted Sir Eurolen's words, and his expression became much more solemn: "And this is the order of the Count of Charlotte Turin himself, if you really don't believe it, you can be paralyzed with the Count later—don't doubt it, do as it is ordered." ”

Seeing his old friend who was still suspicious and confused, Charles couldn't help but sigh, and had to explain to him: "The most important thing at the moment is not to let the news leak - the Earl has just worked hard to stabilize the turbulent Red Blood Castle, and there must be no more rumors... Especially when the safety of the Count himself is at stake!"

"Don't you understand, Euron? It's over!"

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After successfully convincing Ser Euron, the Warden of the Red Blood Castle did not immediately return to the countess to return to his fate, but went to Loren's room.

The gray-eyed young man guarding the door was just about to speak, but Charles stretched out his hand to stop him, looking at the other party's expression, Lu Sien only bowed slightly, and let go of the door behind him.

Although the two sides are not yet acquainted, the last time the butler took responsibility alone, the gray-eyed boy had a good impression of him, and silently swallowed the confusion into his stomach.

Quietly pushing open the door, I saw Loren, who was naked, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and the little wizard next to him was bandaging him with a straight face.

For a black-haired wizard who deliberately refused to shout, although the dissatisfied Ai Yin would not dare to bandage the wound indiscriminately, he could use very hard every time he wrapped the bandage and applied the ointment, secretly "teaching" this big villain who never refused to tell the truth to himself.

And Loren, who deliberately pretended to be relaxed, smiled more and more stiffly, and if he looked closely, his forehead was already full of dense beads of sweat, and the corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally every time the little wizard next to him pulled the bandage.

Charles, who could see clearly from the sidelines, could only smile bitterly at this.

"Ahem!"

A gentle cough broke the silence of the room, and the little wizard who had just thought "I must make Loren apologize" shrink his hand in fright, and suddenly turned around to find the butler of the Red Blood Castle standing at the door looking at the two of them.

The little wizard with a red face still had a bandage in his hand, Loren was grinning at her sudden force, and Charles, who was standing on the side, didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uh... What's wrong with that?"

The dark-haired wizard with twitching corners of his mouth smiled, taking the lead in breaking the awkward atmosphere.

"The Earl asked me to come and see how Viscount Loren is doing. The polite butler immediately picked up the conversation with understanding:

"If necessary, I have been a military physician in East Sackland for a period of time, and I am still very good at flesh wounds......

"It's just a minor injury, so you don't have to worry about it. Loren smiled indifferently and untied the bandage on his shoulder to take a look at the other party: "You see, it's all starting to scab - I'm born like this, no matter what injuries I have, I'll heal quickly." ”

As he spoke, the little wizard with a straight face on the side also coldly and forcefully strained the bandage, which made the black-haired wizard tremble in pain, and the smile on the corner of his mouth twitched.

"That's great, Lord Earl and I are worried about Viscount Loren's safety. Charles, who pretended not to see it, smiled softly and nodded with satisfaction:

"I will send someone to bring some medicine and food, if you need anything, please feel free to mention, we will try our best to meet it." ”

"Also... The Count would like to talk to the two of them about what to do next, and if you are almost done, please go to the palace hall - please forgive me if the situation is urgent. ”

"No, no problem!"

The cold sweat on his forehead became more and more, and even his smile became stiff.

"Then I'll go and prepare first. The butler bowed slightly, turned and left the room—not forgetting to close the door.

As soon as he left, Charles Grenwell, who had not gone far, looked back at the door of the black-haired wizard, and the smile on his face gradually replaced by solemnity.

With just one notification, anyone can make this trip...... It was none other than the dark-haired wizard, Loren Turin, who really deserved to be here in person.

In order to get to know the earl's allies better, he would make a lot of effort to befriend Al in and Lusen, and use their mouths to find out the truth.

Originally, he had already looked up to this wizarding advisor to His Highness Brandon as much as possible, but in this world, seeing is really believing...... The strength of the other party is completely beyond his expectations and imagination!

He had already seen the tragic situation in the palace hall for himself, and it was no exaggeration to call it "ruins"... And that earth-shattering roar, what a fierce battle can be so loud!

Charles, who was expressionless, lowered his eyes and looked at his raised right hand, trembling slightly, gritting his teeth, and clenching his palms into fists.

Myself... Not his opponent. Even if he thinks for the best, Charles doesn't think he has a chance to stop this monster in human skin.

As for his two friends... The same should not be underestimated.

Luceen... Charles was acquainted, the illegitimate son of the Wirtz family, the youngest flag commander of the Empire, and the man who survived the world's most treacherous glacial wasteland, no longer measurable by age and experience.

As for the alchemist... It is rumored that he once helped the Northern Legion improve the recipe of the ignition agent, and the other party is a native of Lothair, "Lothair's bow and arrow skills are famous all over the world" - this is not a lie!

At the moment, they have a stake in the Earl, so they are naturally the best allies, but if they break with the Earl......

Myself... How do you protect the Count?!