Imperial Capital Library. It was late at night, but the arcane lights in the library's meeting room hadn't been extinguished.

Mr. Gunther Ngore Jr. is almost forty years old, but he looks like a young man who is not yet thirty. His father, the old Marquis of Engor, sat beside him, smoking his pipe to himself, and from time to time exhaling gray-white smoke rings, his expression as if in contemplation. Across from them sat Mr. Vogt, the director of the Imperial Capital Library, and Mr. Pinno, the deputy director. A man dressed in black and looking like a bodyguard stood guard at the door of the room.

"So, half of the imperial capital will support the new baroness." Curator Vogt said. He has a bird's nest-like messy hair and an unruly temperament, which seems quite out of place with the position of librarian.

"She's got a royal endorsement, Mr. Vogt." Mr. Pinno, who was polite, said. Prince Dimi, Princess Linna and Mr. Victor "carry the sedan chair" together, even a wine bag and rice bag will have a decisive influence.

"Let the boring compliments get aside," said Curator Vogt irritably, "and I have only one thing to care about: what position the Baroness will choose. ”

Position optional? In the eyes of these old people in the imperial capital, it is really ridiculous!

"Father. You say His Highness Dimiteo ......," Gunther Ngor Jr. asked cautiously.

"Nope. I'm not convinced. The old Marquis of Engor took a puff on his cigarette.

"But ......"

"No one can affirm the heart. Not even the most legendary master of the Confusion Spell system. ”

"If we let her choose a position," said the Curator Vogt, "as long as she wills—all of us are her playthings, except for the old Marquis!" Even His Highness Dimiteau can't give such an order-"

"It is His Majesty's will." Said the old Marquis of Engor. He knew something inside.

There was silence in the room. The smell of smoke filled the air.

"Our suspicions are worthless," said Deputy Director Pinno, in a hoarse voice, "and now we're going to discuss...... Countermeasure. ”

"I've listed fifteen jobs," said Gunther N'Gore Jr., "most of them idle jobs that little girls would like, and a few of them are about to be replaced." As long as she chooses one of these ......"

"Where's the research location?" "She was a clever child," said the old Marquis of Engor. ”

"It's ready," said Curator Vogt, "and we've got enough for her to make any young scholar in the Imperial Capital go crazy with joy." ”

The old Marquis of Engor sighed, looking even more old.

"That's all we can do. She should be sensible enough......"

"What about the book taxonomy?" Mr. Pinno asked.

"Support it as much as you can," said the old Marquis of Engor, "and it would be a blessing if you could buy her for a few hundred gold coins." ”

"But if she insists on ......"

Then we will accede to her request. Whatever position she chooses, we say yes. The old Marquis of Engor's eyes twinkled.

"Father?" Gunther N'Gore Jr. was shocked.

"Do you want to disobey the royal family?" The expression of the old Marquis of Engor was like a layer of frost.

"Uh......" The three of them were speechless, and even the toughest Curator Vogt stopped talking.

"Even the nobles and armies, ten times stronger than us, can only be destroyed before the royal family," said the old Marquis of Engor, "and all we can do is obey." ”

"But ......"

"Don't worry," the old marquis stared at the empty ceiling, "I was a marquis when His Majesty was still a prince." I know His Majesty's style of doing things...... He wouldn't let young people mess around for no reason. ”

Everyone else listened.

"But whatever your Majesty's reasons may have for forcibly pressing a sixteen-year-old girl to a key position," said the old Marquis, "many will find incomprehensible...... If she makes any mistakes in office – what's wrong? ”

The black-clothed guard standing at the door suddenly became alert. He was like a leopard that had sniffed its prey, his eyes were shining, and a short brown whip with an unpretentious shape and numerous gaps on it appeared in his hand.

"What people!" He yelled sharply as he made a back-off motion to the four people in the room, "Show up!" ”

The black-clad guard stared at the darkness outside the door. And the old marquis and the other four retreated to the corner, their expressions all horrified.

"Stupid."

With a thunderous sound, a man in a black robe slowly walked out of the darkness. He wore a hood and couldn't see his face clearly, but his figure was extremely burly, and the momentum exuded from his whole body made the air stagnate.

"Are you...... Mage? The black-clad guard was taken aback.

"'Broken Scaly Fang', I heard that this short whip once subdued the old dragon," the black-robed man's voice roared, "I can't compete with the 'Void Serpent', you are the opponent...... Not bad either. ”

The black-clad guard's movements paused slightly. Myself...... It is a true secret that the Blue Sky Rank Secret Ritual Warrior "Broken Scaly Fang" has become the guard of the old Marquis of Engor. The enemy can recognize himself......

The problem now is that the four burdens behind him, the black-clothed guard thought. The black-clad guards still have confidence in their own strength. As Victor's enlightenment teacher in the path of secret rituals, the black-clothed guards are still stronger than Victor in frontal combat until now.

"Aren't you going to make a move?" The black-robed mage scoffed.

"You must have set up a trap, mage," the black-clad guard said calmly, "tell me." What is your purpose? Do you still have complicit? ”

“…… Long-winded. Since you're so cowardly, I'll do it first. Hope you ...... At least for a little longer. ”

“…… What, what ......! ”

The black-clad guards had never burst out at this speed in their lives. The black-robed man seemed to move instantly, silently crossing the defensive circle of the "Broken Scaly Fang", and suddenly hit the black-clothed guard's lower abdomen with a sudden punch.

"Whew. Uh......"

Spit blood out of the mouth. There was no opportunity to react, no opportunity to use the secret ritual, nothing. The black-clad guard was half-on his knees. His abdomen was dripping with blood, and if it weren't for the reflexes of his battlefield trials that made him choose to leap backwards at the last moment, the force of the blow would have pierced his abdomen.

Not a spell teleport. At that moment, the eyes of the black-clothed guard did barely catch the afterimage of the other party's actions.

Did the other party use some kind of body-strengthening spell? Enduring the severe pain, the black-clothed guard thought frantically. He couldn't understand why the other party didn't set off a sonic boom when he was so fast? The black-clothed guards had indeed seen a few times Blue Sea-level Secret Ritual Warriors erupt with similar speeds, but that would almost set off a storm......

The black-robed man didn't even drop his hood. His strength is so strong, but there is no sound. Looking directly at him is like looking directly at the eternal darkness of the night sky, which will never usher in the sunrise.

“…… escaped the first blow. Worthy of commendation. The black-robed man said.

The black-clad guards didn't have time to look behind them. He could only judge his master's fear from the sound of his breathing.

…… I'm hopeless. The black-clad guard thought. In that case, at least find a way to hold back the enemy......

The black-robed man approached step by step. Suddenly he stopped. A small crystal appeared at his feet.

"Oh?" The black-robed man chuckled.

A miniature anti-magic field opened rapidly in the room. It was a one-time hole card given to him by the old marquis to use against the mage. In the Anti-Demon Arena, mages cannot use their spells. Although the Mystic Warriors are also unable to use the Mystic Ritual, when it comes to melee combat, the Mystic Warriors have an absolute advantage-

"Run!" He shouted hoarsely, waving "Broken Scaly Fangs".

And then it all came to an abrupt end.

The black-robed man stretched out his hand and grabbed the black-clothed guard's throat. The anti-magic field did not work. The speed and strength of the enemy is still incredible.

"Do you think I need to use a spell?" The black-robed man sneered, "Against people like you, there is no need to use spells at all......!" ”

He strained his hand slightly. There was a crisp "click", and the throat of the black-clothed guard had been choked. The black-robed man threw it away, and the corpse of the "Broken Scaly Fang" fell to the ground like rags.

The black-robed man turned around and looked: in the seconds that the guards had just managed for their master, the four of them had scrambled to escape from the room.

"Let me be entertained a little longer." The black-robed man said softly. The blood of the dead trickled down the back of his hand.

The Imperial Capital Library under the night sky suddenly burst into flames.