The bright spring light shines through the skylight on the dim corridor, and a few slightly more delicate rooms can be seen, and the green plants placed at the door are used as decorations, which is quite elegant.

Du Bois looked at the private room area casually, his eyes flashing to tell the inner peace, he didn't think that a mere officer was qualified to know his whereabouts, there must be additional forces behind him, and it was not weak, otherwise he would not have found his traces as soon as he entered the iron fortress.

Straightening up his shabby cloak, Du Bois walked towards the first private room on his right, where someone had contacted him with a telephonic technique when he had been below, a very sophisticated spell use, and the faint fluctuations almost deceived his perception.

It's just that greed harms people, and the lucrative tasks issued by the Council of Nobles really can't be easily accepted, so as not to be sold and not aware of it, such as the whereabouts of this time.

Knock knock! Knock knock!

"Please come in, Your Majesty Dubois."

After hearing a hoarse and unpleasant voice coming from the room, Du Bois frowned slightly, damn hypocrite, is this a disguise for his identity?

The door opened slightly, and the dim magic light shone brightly, and a spellcaster shrouded in black robes could be faintly seen sitting at the wooden table.

"In order to make my position clear, and at the same time to hope that His Majesty Du Bois will not be angry with us for no reason. Your trail was sold to us by the Council of Nobles for a hefty fee. ”

Sure enough, it's the hypocrites who are on high above, and one day I'll give you a good beating. Du Bois's face was calm, but no one knew the emotions in his heart, and he should simply vent.

Immediately, he looked at the spellcaster in front of him slightly, his eyes paused for a moment on the golden badge hanging on the right chest of the black robe, and the dim light sprinkled down, and he could clearly see the blurred figure of the crown engraved on the front of the badge, and the sparkling gem on the edge of the hollow reflected the dazzling brilliance.

"When did the believers of the goddess of wealth like to engage in such a mysterious appearance?" Du Bois sarcastically said that anyone who is disturbed from a good trip will become in a bad mood.

"I remember that the Grand Duchy of Tambefasa set up the Temple of Wealth as the state religion, right? In your iron forts, you need to be so careful? ”

"It's an honor to hear the praise of His Majesty Du Bois." The black-robed spellcaster said hoarsely. "I have a rewarding mission here, I wonder if His Majesty is willing to take it?"

"Not interested." Du Bois decisively refused.

The task of the Council of Nobles is very simple, all you need to do is make a trip to Limontanlu in the Kingdom of Stoke to stand in line for Miss Moira.

Unfortunately, the old fellows miscalculated Craigie's true strength, and both he and Miss Moira suffered a lot of injuries and needed to recuperate for a while, which is why he came up with a plan to travel and recuperate at the same time, and then he was betrayed by the hypocrites.

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, the mission rewards from our Temple of Fortune are very rich, a codex of legendary warriors, a chance to pioneer in an alien plane, and 50,000 gold shields." The black-robed spellcaster's right hand stroked the golden badge on his chest and said in a calm tone.

"So, I really hate you hypocritical aristocrats and believers." Du Bois tapped lightly on the table, his resolute face showing impatience.

"Next time, remember to finish the sentence first, and now tell me, what is the content of the mission?"

"Mission location: In the northern part of the Stoke Kingdom, near the Lenwall Mountains, one of our allies needs us to show off their strength, providing detailed address and strength analysis information." The black-robed spellcaster paused slightly, the hidden spell fluctuations flickered, and then looked at Du Bois and said.

"Your Majesty, your steel spirit is here, do you want to enjoy it first?"

"Well, let's send it in first." Du Bois nodded and said that nothing could stop him from enjoying the wine, not even the golden shield.

Squeak!

The brown wooden door opened again, and the officer man in the ornate armor downstairs of the tavern entered, holding a long plate on which ten cups of steel spirits were placed steadily.

"Put it here." The black-robed spellcaster whispered.

"Yes, sir." One by one, the officer man placed the steel liquor on the wooden table, and then left with a respectful expression, closing the brown wooden door by the way.

Burst!

A slight voice sounded, and a layer of light shield revealing a divine aura enveloped the room, and the black-robed spellcaster put his left hand back on the hem of his clothes and said softly, "Then let's continue." ”

Cuckoo! Cuckoo!

Du Bois picked up the steel liquor on the table, the pale yellow foam in the wooden wine glass overflowed, and the rich aroma of wine filled the nose, and he drank three glasses in a row.

"The wine is good, but the intensity is still too low, no, no, the wine here is not as good as the Dronee Empire."

"Oh, by the way, you just said the Northland of the Stoke Kingdom, so what is the strength of the mission target?" Du Bois pretended to react and said loudly through the wine.

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Poor acting!

The black-robed spellcaster didn't care about this, and said: "The other party is a baron with real power, his strength is unknown, he has a territory with good terrain, and there are one or two knight elders stationed in it. ”

"Wait....." Du Bois interrupted. Baron!? Well? And then with the Knight Elder Strongman, are you sure you are not mistaken? ”

How is it possible for a baron to have a knight and a strong man as a follower!? No matter which country on the continent of Karadimos, as long as there is a knight and a strong person, he will definitely have a title that is not lower than that of the viscount, and even most countries will give a territorial reward.

"I didn't believe it at first, but our allies have repeatedly assured that it's true, which is why we want to invite you to help." The black-robed spellcaster complimented that at first he and Du Bois had similar reactions, and it wasn't until they saw the specific information that they didn't believe it completely.

"Baron! Baron!! Du Bois thought for a while, and just wanted to say yes, but the ghost sent him, and he thought of the scene he saw in Limontanlu, the little guy who walked on the path of the ancient war knight was from the northern land of the Stoke Kingdom, right?

He had made a special inquiry when he was recuperating from his injuries, but he didn't have much time, and the news he noticed was not comprehensive, and it seemed that he was also a Northland nobleman!?

"Which baron is what is his name?" Du Bois asked directly.

Well? The black-robed spellcaster was a little surprised, and there was something wrong with the tone of Du Bois's crown in front of him, but this information was already included in the mission, and he didn't think much about it, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Modrien Peris, once the second son of a certain viscount family, was later banished to the Northlands of the Kingdom of Stoke."

"What's the name?"

"Modrien Peris!" The black-robed spellcaster suppressed his restless emotions and said calmly.

"Sorry, I won't take this task!"

Du Bois was silent for a while, got up decisively, and wanted to leave here, but before leaving, he saw the steel spirits on the wooden table, stopped his pace slightly, and then directly poured seven glasses of steel spirits, and left the private room without raising his head.

He doesn't want to die, there are still many legendary lifespans, and the excitement of life has not yet been enjoyed, especially fine wine, which is his life's pursuit, how can he give up easily!

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The atmosphere was a little quiet, and the black-robed spellcaster didn't seem to react, and sat in place in a daze, until the golden badge on his chest fluctuated with spells, and then he woke up in a trance.

"Modrien Peris!" The black-robed spellcaster saw Du Bois's reaction, and his thoughts surged. "Could it be that the Jeffrey family is providing the wrong information?"

"Your Excellency!" The officer man in delicate armor entered the private room again and stood to the side with a respectful expression.

"Activate the shadows we have placed in Northland, and I want to know all the information about the situation in Modrien Peris."

"Yes!"