In the aristocratic circle, the car is a symbol of status and status, all kinds of carriages are decorated by the nobles with the unique appearance of the city, just like the luxury cars in the present world, people who live in Mierte all the year round, as long as they look at the carriage that passes by, they know whether it is a prince or a merchant sitting inside. And Green also had the privilege of riding in Sir Mrak's carriage today to feel the charm of the "luxury car" of the Longfa family.

Although the Longfa family was located in a border province, this was not a symbol of exile, on the contrary, King Ryan II of Rodland had a great deal of trust in the Longfa family, and the whole kingdom knew that this Majesty valued affection, and anyone who gained his trust would be given great responsibility and supported by His Majesty. According to rumors, the previous head of the Longfa family once saved the life of His Majesty the King, which is why Lane II allowed a large ducal family to control the entire province of Aruma.

However, no family would pin their hopes on the "gratitude" of a certain king, and for this reason, the Longfa family also left an intra-clan branch in the city of Mierte, so that it was convenient to obtain the decisions of the royal city and the royal family in time, so that the whole family could make changes.

“…… If things are as you say, I'm afraid Mierte won't be at peace lately. ”

Sir Mrak sat on one side of the carriage and looked at Green on the other side with a worried face. Samael was still too restful to get up, so Green and Albert left first, finding Sir Mrak and returning to the hotel with him. On the way, Green told the Earl of Big Face what had happened to him, and the two sides were discussing the matter.

"I know the lord you mentioned, we have dealt with each other a few times, and even exchanged views on the training of knights, he is indeed a rare talent in this industry." Sir Mrak complimented Green's character, but then shrugged his shoulders again, "But you know. In aristocratic circles, it is not talented that can work, simply put, friends are the foundation of the foothold. ”

"Totally agree." Green nodded in agreement.

"I'll be careful about this, but as you said, the lord is not a good person to talk to. So......" Sir Mrak stared at Grimm before he spoke.

"I understand that this matter is kept secret for the time being." Green quickly picked up.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

"Also, regarding the changes you mentioned earlier, I remember you saying that you had the lich's allegiance?" Count Zishander remembered the previous conversation and couldn't help but be suspicious, "Are you sure there is no problem?" 100% Trustworthy? ”

Green nodded helplessly, "Of course, you can rest assured of this. ”

If you can still play tricks under Uncle Lan's nose, I'm afraid that level will not have anything to do with you.

"Hmm...... Since that's the case. It's not feasible to have it accept a spirit spell to testify in person......" Sir Mrak pondered for a moment, but it made Green feel a little uncomfortable, after all, the lich Moraus and his necromancer disciple Nimbass had attacked the territory of the Earl of Big Face, and he was worried about whether Mrak would be hostile. Fortunately, however, Green had indeed been handed over to a noble lord who was open-minded enough, and Sir Mrak quickly changed his mind before speaking, "If there is no testimony from the Diya side. Our persuasiveness will drop a lot, is there anything you can do? ”

"What if we make a piece of evidence?" Green was prepared. When he opened his mouth, he was startled.

"Forgery?" Mrak's eyes widened, "If we find out, we'll both be hanged!" But then he muttered again, "But it's a viable idea......

Green sweated for a moment, really trying to pry open this guy's brain to see how it was inside.

"I'm not trying to create perjury, but to create a real piece of evidence." Green stabbed Albert in the arm. Motioned for him to hurry up and explain.

"Ah, ahem, that's the case, Mr. Earl, the mage has a lot of crystals for special purposes, such as memory crystals that can record mental images. We need a similar medium to record a video of the torture, presumably when you and your lord interrogate the lich together, and when they get the information, the lich blows himself up. Albert explained aloud, gesturing the steps as he spoke, "It's normal for lichs to blow themselves up, after all, they have life boxes, even if their bodies die and their souls are still alive, many lichs will choose to blow up their bodies in order to break free, no one should doubt this, and the information in our evidence is also said by the lich himself, which is not only true information, but also saves the lich and necromancer from appearing, what do you think?" ”

Sir Mrak was about to speak, when the carriage came to a halt, and he could not help but poke his head out and ask a question, and after a while he turned back again.

"The security of Mierte City can be trusted, but the traffic is not necessarily." Inside the carriage back on the road, Sir Mrak turned around and explained with a smile to Green, who was sitting across from him.

Green raised an eyebrow, and it seemed that the burden in Mrak's heart had been settled. "If Lord Earl thinks the plan is feasible, we will go back and start preparing immediately, and it should not take more than a day for El to complete the collection of evidence."

Mlak looked happy, "Then I will immediately use the power of the family, you have a good idea, Green, so that the whole step will be much simpler, fewer variables, higher success rate, and happy cooperation." ”

"It's a pleasure to work with."

At the turn of the road, the carriage came to a halt, and Green and Albert said goodbye to Count Cishande and returned to the inn. While the two of them discussed the specific operation of collecting evidence, they walked up the stairs and saw the door of their room open from a distance, and Green's heart suddenly chuckled.

Oops, something happened!

Almost instantaneously, Green rushed to the door, and the first thing he saw was a mess.

Patronized by thieves?

Green's first thought flashed through his mind, but the man rushed straight into the room. Although he caught a glimpse of the tavern owner lying motionless on the ground, Green didn't pay attention to it at first, he was concerned, and rushed to the bed with an arrow, his head buzzing suddenly.

The little fox is gone.

"Your Highness?" Albert caught up from behind, apparently bewildered by the chaos in the house, "This ...... What happened? What are you looking for? ”

"Little fox!" Green opened all his bags, and there was no sign of the little fox in them, and he ran to the table again, only to find that even the protozoa in the cage β was gone. Suddenly turned around and grabbed the innkeeper, "What are you doing here?" What's in the house! ”

The boss's eyes were wide open, but he looked in the direction behind Green as if he were out of focus.

The young lord of Jinlunga frowned, "Al, look at what's wrong with him. Wake him up for me. ”

Holding a shepherd's staff, the Servant Mage immediately walked over and gently touched the tip of the staff, "Ghoul's Touch?" Mere trifle. He took two steps back and uttered a brief incantation, and the innkeeper gasped for breath as if he had been rescued from drowning.

"Say, why are you in my room, my pet fox?" Green didn't have the patience to wait for him to rest, and once again grabbed the innkeeper by the collar and asked viciously.

"I—I don't know! I didn't do anything! "The owner was taken aback. In his impression, one second he was still jade, and the next second, how could he become an angry aristocratic youth? Wait a minute, why are those three mages gone? "There was a white light in the room, I, I came to ask about the situation, and as a result, I ran into three mages in the other room, and said that they wanted to come and have a look, and then I didn't know anything......

He knows what he can and can't say. If the woman is the daughter of this nobleman, wouldn't it be self-inflicted to tell the word?

"Three mages?" Green frowned. Ordinary people call all those who wear robes mages, "What kind of mage and where does he live?" Take me to see it! ”

The innkeeper stood up on his feet, and without thinking about the cause and effect of this qiē, he hurriedly led Green and Albert to the trio's room.

"This is it, the three of them are wearing black rumblings. I don't even see what they look like. When he got to the door of the room on the other side of the hallway, the boss pointed to the door and kept distancing himself.

Albert walked over and stood still for two seconds, then turned around and motioned to Green, "There have been mana fluctuations here, Your Highness." I think it's probably dark magic or necromancy. ”

Green's eyes narrowed, and he saw the innkeeper trembling and constantly looking for the key to the door, turned around and pressed his right hand on his waist and kicked it violently.

Boom!

The one-inch-thick door panel was directly kicked open by him, and most of the door panel flew out directly in the stunned eyes of the innkeeper.

Green quickly dodged in, and the moment he drew his sword, he felt that there was no breath in the room.

Empty.

Green walked around the room with a gloomy face, not finding any connection. He motioned for Albert to use a spell to inquire, and he dragged the fat boss over, "You said they were wearing black?" What is the specific image? ”

The innkeeper was a little flustered, and it took a long time to recall when he heard Green's question, "Uh...... Don't get excited...... Well...... By the way, they were wearing black robes, and they covered their heads with black cloths! Neither the hair nor the eyes can be seen, only the nose and mouth can be seen. ”

The outfit was a bit familiar, Green let go of the boss and constructed a rough image in his mind, and the picture had just taken shape, and Green suddenly woke up.

"Your Highness, there are obvious traces of witchcraft in this room, and the other party may be a wizard or a warlock." Albert's inspection was over and he came over to report.

"Don't guess, it's the Supreme Ode to the funeral." Green gritted his teeth and said, "I thought they were dead in the Middle Ages, but I didn't expect there to be a remnant, well, very good!" Albert! ”

The Black Wizard hurriedly lowered his head and listened.

"You go back to the trial space, prepare the evidence that Mrak needs, and meet with me as soon as you are done, and I will handle the matter here." Green said, handing Albert the items he needed to talk to the Lich Moraus, "Oh, and inform Tufman that I can't practice with him today. ”

Master Hu Cong gave Green a deep look, "Please pay attention to your safety, Your Highness." ”

Green tapped his head and watched as Albert raised his shepherd's staff to open the dimensional connection to the trial space, and then turned to face the innkeeper.

The innkeeper saw Albert's figure suddenly disappear, and the strange sight made him tremble.

"Wildling Beard, do you know you?" Green asked coldly.

The innkeeper subconsciously shook his head, and quickly nodded as if a chicken pecked rice.

"Very well," Green muffled, "at once, get him for me!" (To be continued......)