As soon as the snow melted and the whole world was muddy, the two moons and Baccarat were already eager to start a secret conversation in their farmhouse on the outskirts of the imperial capital of Garcia. The son of a former nemesis, and a dangerous person who his father had ordered him not to be contacted, started a deal here.

Baccarat also brought his Praetorian Guard companions. They were also born in at least aristocratic families, but they all had a characteristic, that is, their status was far less high than that of those veterans of the Praetorian Guard. Although they can use their status to serve the emperor without fear of war in the far west, for them who are young and frivolous, it is unbearable to be crushed by the old guy forever. Baccarat encircled them to become "his own Praetorian Guard", and at the same time, Baccarat's status as a "succession performance stock" is also the biggest psychological guarantee for these young Zhuang officers.

For them, Baccarat is the tree that guards them - though it may still be just a sapling. Now that the sapling is swaying in the wind and rain, on the one hand, they urgently need this kind of crisis to highlight their political value, and on the other hand, if the sapling does not grow into a towering tree, then they themselves will lose the value of their existence. If you don't follow Baccarat alone, you may be suffocated, and if you follow Baccarat, you may fall to your death, but they have to do it.

Although the rain and snow have stopped for a long time, the overcast sky still cannot be cleared. Shortly after three o'clock in the afternoon, a servant lit a candle at the large table of secret conversations.

The secret meeting, disguised as a banquet, was not attended by senior members of the Elta branch of the Bilunar Church. The man came with a small leather bag and entered the wagon from the city to buy food.

In the purse is the plan given by the Bimonthly Church. The tall and thin man put the leather bag on the table with his leather shoelaces and feet very ignorantly, and threw out a sentence in the sea of clouds and fog:

"Accept us or accept them, there is no other way. If Your Highness, you are willing to accept our plan, then please draw the approximate height and size of the girl on a piece of paper - I will see it tomorrow. If you can accept it, we'll start talking, if you can't accept it, I'll leave immediately. I'm sure you can't find help like ours, oh, your dad is definitely not on your side, it's pathetic......

Baccarat rebuked the envoy for not being polite. Although his strong-blooded companions almost stood up to reason, he motioned for them not to get excited. He pinched the plan of action that "it will burn itself after tonight", and softly tapped his index finger on the table: "What are you going to do to make your men look exactly the same as my captives here, so that the people on the other side will not recognize them?" I want to see for myself how amazing the secret art you are talking about is. ”

The messenger smiled wickedly and pressed the cigarette butt against the ceramic plate seized from the convenience store. He snapped his fingers, and the originally thin and tall man instantly washed out his long brown hair, and when he opened his eyes again, he was a big beauty! If there was a Master of the Magic Guild present, he would have recognized it - this was one of the chief magicians of the Church of the Two Moons, Physettina, who was proficient in illusion magic...... Damn, Baccarat is a wolf gobble!

Of course, none of the people present were senior members of the Magic Association, even if they were members of the intermediate level or above. Anyone who knows a little bit about the struggle of the palace knows that the Magic Association doesn't know how much water and rice is for this little bastard like Baccarat. Maybe the Magic Association and the old Emperor Charles can still work together in the face of the pervasive infiltration of the two moons, but not with Charles's son who has not yet taken power.

So up to Baccarat and down to the Praetorian Guard, all of them were so frightened that their jaws fell on the table.

Before everyone could press their chins back, Fizetina flicked her long hair back, and the two legs on the table changed the order of up and down, then cut off the head of the new cigarette, put it in her mouth, lit it and smoked, and spit out a large smoke ring.

"Elta's little sunrises, do you have any other questions? I think if you use this, it should be enough to bully and bully the aliens who are at most the level of the Red Dragon Remnant, right? “

This time, the sound was completely different from what it had just been. The terrible thing about illusion magic is that it doesn't just deceive the visuals, but completely deceives all the external senses of the person. It's not a transfiguration that turns people into something else, it's still Fizetina, it's just that what you see is completely different from what it actually is. From a personal subjective point of view, this can be even more frightening than a completely effective disguise.

With such an intuitive and effective cover-up, Baccarat's side had to quickly express Li Jufu. is worthy of being a magician from Lancas, this time he really played a big game, and he had to accept it if he didn't accept it. The business went very well, the sky was getting dark, and the two sides exchanged glasses in front of the dishes and wines. Now it's done.

The Praetorian Guard officers of the Shaozhuang faction will bring the priests and magicians into the prisoners' temporary residence on the eve of the handover, isolate them again under the pretext of treating the prisoners, and disguise the priest as a captive with magic, and then transfer the prince's toys into priests and take them out.

In the Imperial handover records, the prisoner will be deaf and dumb due to injuries, and once he reaches the door, the priest only needs to perform the only closing technique prepared when the door is opened in advance.

Each portal made by drawing on the power of the leylines has its own unique parameters and unique closing techniques. Even the Bimonthly Church has no way around this red tape. Once the closing spell is gone, even if the frame that was built before the portal was summoned is destroyed, the door leaf will still exist - there is no way to do it, and the door leaf will permanently absorb the power of the leylines to achieve the purpose of teleporting the object, just like the natural landscape.

It seems seamless.

The little prince of Baccarat naturally didn't understand why his father had been wary of the Twin Moon Church in his statecraft, and he was unwilling to seek strong protection after he had to introduce the door and failed. It was not a decision made by Doniva or the Emperor to push the Church's butcher's knife deeper into the old chopping block of the Empire in order to disperse the forces of the Special Regions that would bring new vitality to the Empire and free it from exploitation. After all, Baccarat, who lives in a greenhouse, is not as good as his brother who has seen the tragedy of the palace struggle, and even less than his father who grew up killing each other among the descendants of the royal family. This Baccarat thinks that the game is seamless, and in the end he may only find out that he is also a poor pawn.