Without saying goodbye, let alone superfluous words, Weber, the cumin-clad little priest, left the Heavenly Dome Palace alone, leaving only the black-haired wizard with a back, and quietly disappeared on the steps of the Golovin hills.

By order of the Church of the Holy Cross, he must leave today and go to the church where he will be inaugurated... Loren, who was silent, his expression became a little subtle.

From beginning to end, the little priest was deliberately avoiding where he was going, apparently not wanting his "friend" to know where he was going.

Perhaps he had already realized something, waiting for the day when the little priest and himself would meet again......

"He's a scary stubborn guy......"

Just as the black-haired wizard was silent, a familiar voice came up from behind him, and Brandon de Salion, holding his head and smirking with a smirk, stood beside Loren and deliberately touched him with his right elbow:

"Anyway... Why is it that your friends are more difficult to deal with one by one, even this guy with 'I am a good person' written on his forehead can make us almost lose this pre-imperial trial......"

"And by 'friends' do you include Bishop Phanesis of Eberden and some of the Apostles of the Evil God of the Glacial Wasteland?"

Loren, who tugged at the corners of his mouth, turned his head helplessly and glanced at His Royal Highness the Prince beside him: "Even they can't compare with the trouble you have brought me......"

The voice cut off, and Loren froze.

"What's wrong?" asked Brandon with a smile on his face, shrugging his shoulders and smiling.

The expression of the black-haired wizard, who was silent, became very subtle, and the corners of his mouth were raised to point at Brandon's swollen red nose.

"Oh, this. Brandon smiled disappreciatively:

"When I came out... Hit the pillars of the porch. ”

What a liar!

Anyone with normal intelligence can recognize the fist marks on their faces, okay?!

The black-haired wizard who suddenly thought of something curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and his expression became more subtle: "I just... I saw the eldest princess of Fetronay go out from here. ”

"That's... It was just an accident. Brandon still had a smile on his face, "But since you mentioned this, how did I hear that someone was being tricked by Cousin Lena de Salion?"

"That's much better than you, Rednose. ”

"One another, wizard advisor. ”

The two who mocked each other were a bunch of "cold words", but they still couldn't hide the smile at the corner of their mouths.

Just a week ago, the Royal Academy of Wizards had made private contact with Brandon and decided to officially surrender to His Royal Highness... Led by Albert Tarot, form an alliance.

Within the Sakran Empire, this is the first faction to officially decide to join Brandon... Even though it's just the Royal Wizarding Academy and not Ebroden, even though it's just one of Alberd Tarot's patriarchs and not the entire Nine-Pointed Star Wizarding Tower, it's still significant.

This means that the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, which was originally neutral on the issue of the thirteenth generation and stood on the sidelines, has finally begun to bet on one of them!

The Royal Wizarding Academy is the stronghold of the entire alchemy school, and Albert Tarot himself is one of the twelve elders of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizarding Tower, and without the acquiescence of the Wizarding Tower, he would not have taken the initiative to hand over an olive branch to Brandon, and still be so courteous in contact.

It won't be long before the Royal Wizarding Academy will expand their power throughout the imperial capital, and all the chambers of commerce, guilds, minor nobles, and some conservative faction nobles related to wizards will already form a council of three hundred nobles.

When these large and small forces are integrated, the voices of supporters in the imperial capital will no longer be Connod's word, and the Holy Cross Church, which has just failed miserably, will have no time to take care of it, so it can only let the academy expand.

...... The Holy Cross is the past, and we are the future......

...... So it stands to reason that the past should give way to the future......

Remembering what Master Corona had said, the more Loren believed that he would never be confined to a small Ebolden, and that the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower under his leadership would definitely expand its influence at any cost.

Seizing control of Ebolden was the first step for the Wizarding Tower, and making the Royal Academy of Wizards under Brandon was their second step.

This was a good thing for Brandon and for Loren himself, who was one of the important principalities of the empire, and Albert Tarot was a member of the Imperial Cabinet;

When the entire wizarding class truly stands behind Brandon, the once powerless Prince will have the strength of a principality to rival Conod, who is the Prince of Thackland.

Although it is only the weakest principality in the empire, and its military strength is known for its mercenaries, and most of those mercenaries cannot defeat the northern legions of the empire.

However, Brandon's forces are not only Eberden, but also the Charlotte Turin Countess of Byrne's Red Blood Castle......

"The countess... By the way, has she contacted you lately?"

The black-haired wizard who suddenly remembered looked at Brandon beside him: "According to our previous agreement, shouldn't she also say something?"

"Uh... There is indeed a mention of this matter. Brandon's expression suddenly became very strange: "I think... Maybe we shouldn't rush it. ”

"Shouldn't you be in a hurry?" Loren frowned slightly:

"What do you mean?"

"Obviously, she has no one else but to form an alliance with us now, not to mention that when she was in the royal trial before, if it wasn't for Charlotte's help, that alchemist friend of yours would have been discovered by the royal guards a long time ago, and he could still send such important evidence to you?"

Brandon smiled and shrugged his shoulders in disbelief: "By doing this, she is basically acquiescing to her alliance with us, isn't she? Hmph, it's clear that she's asking us for ......"

"No, it's because we just can't wait. Loren ruthlessly exposed Brandon: "This royal trial is a narrow victory at best, and we have not completely defeated the Holy Cross Church at all. ”

"If we can't take advantage of the current opportunity to expand our power and strength as soon as possible, so that the Turin family can regain a foothold in the Duchy of Byrne, and even revive... We don't have many opportunities!"

"Your Highness Brandon, whatever you think... You can't just rely on such a force as the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!"

When the words fell, a trace of solemnity and hesitation flashed in His Royal Highness the Prince's red eyes.

"Let's not talk about it, by the way... Do you remember that son of Master Lussac Kovo?"

"Of course I do. The black-haired wizard frowned slightly, and Brandon turned the topic extremely stiffly, obviously there was something hidden in it, but it was inconvenient for his identity to continue asking: "Thran Kovo... Alchemy's wizard apprentice, what's wrong?"

"After the Imperial Trial, he was in a coma for a few more days... Probably because of excessive grief, it seems that someone accidentally told him about his father's death. ”

Brandon sighed, although he didn't know him, it didn't mean that he didn't have compassion: "I've already found a doctor to check on him... The emotional instability caused by excessive sadness seems to hit him very hard. ”

The black-haired wizard didn't say anything, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Wizarding is a very dangerous profession, facing the power of the void that has no rules, no conclusions, and transcends common sense, and any excessive mood swings can cause extremely bad consequences.

Because of this, it is so important to build one's own spiritual temple before becoming a wizard, without the protection of the spiritual temple, the slightest overflow of emotions will cause fluctuations in the power of the void, and this kind of damage is definitely not just a physical effect, but a direct distortion and destruction of the soul and consciousness.

"Last night, he finally woke up... I had him sent back to the Summer Dusk Courtyard to recuperate—the conditions and treatment there were much better than those of the Heavenly Dome Palace. ”

Brandon's expression was very ugly, and a trace of sadness flashed in the corners of his red eyes:

"It's just... He may never be a wizard again. ”