Nosas had no time to care about the Evian siblings, and he couldn't wait to get more from Prince Tosedrin. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

So at the very beginning of the meeting, he did not hesitate to stand up and say that Prince Tosedrin's "great arcane energy" could not be wasted on the commoners.

"I think everyone knows about the sacrificial ceremony. Once the sacrificial ritual is initiated, all of the Prince's arcane powers are converged into the supply network - this cannot be stopped, but I think it is necessary to direct this energy to where it should go. ”

"Now it seems that our Prince Tosedlin is more like his father, Prince Tones." The corners of Nosas's mouth twitched disdainfully, without any respect for Prince Toons, "Our Highness Tones has built a magic circle that binds the demons with a sacrificial ceremony, but what can our prince do." ”

And this idea was unanimously sneered by those present. In their eyes, it is ridiculous to give to their own people - those mud legs have lived long enough, and this is a gift from us.

These archarcanists cared more about Prince Tosedrin's arcane powers.

As the strongest of the entire Eresaras, Prince Tosedrin's body is full of arcane powers, and once the sacrifice ritual is initiated, it will be an extremely valuable treasure. The sacrifice of Tones was supervised by Prince Tosedrin, but Prince Tosedlin had no heirs!

Once a consensus had been reached, the Grand Arcanists present began to discuss how to obtain this power.

"There are only two ways for our Great Prince to initiate the sacrificial ceremony." After arousing the enthusiasm of everyone present, Nosas cleared his throat and said, "First, use your own arcane power to restrain the demons, so that all the energy drawn from the demons can be supplied to the whole city. ”

"The second way is to keep the demon's energy bound to the demon, and then channel his own energy into the supply. Our great prince will inevitably choose this method in order to arouse the fighting spirit of those mud-legged people. ”

The Grand Arcanists nodded their heads, and with the nature of a prince, it was really like this.

"But is the prince's promise true?" "His Royal Highness is indeed very considerate of those civilians, but this kind of self-sacrifice does not seem to be his style. ”

"I had doubts about that." Nosas frowned, "But I heard from the guards that His Royal Highness the Prince once summoned Irina Darkwood. ”

"The hunter who is unclear with the Night Elf druid?"

"Yes, but it turned out that Irina left in a rage - you know her temperament, there must be some unbridgeable differences, otherwise it wouldn't be so serious."

After listening to Nosas's words, the Grand Arcanists present had a bottom in their hearts.

Since the prince's self-sacrifice is a foregone conclusion, why bother to jump out and be this wicked man - it is not easy to find an excuse to snatch the Ao Neng from the common people! Even when Nosas persecuted Evia, just to cut off a person's supply of arcane energy, Nosas paid a great price.

"Now, all we are worried about is the revolt of the mud-legged people, and you and I know that we are only superficial now—no one's arcane abilities are sufficient, and my brain is hungry all the time."

"So, I've got a way to deal with those mud legs in a reasonable way." As he spoke, Nosas grinned, "Of course, I want the big part of my head." ”

Whatever way the prince ends his life, his arcane powers will inevitably pass through the hands of those present, and what is lacking now is a clever excuse, at least the kind that guarantees that the commoners will not make trouble.

The Grand Arcanists are actually reluctant, for them, every piece of arcane power is extremely precious, but fortunately they are still sane, it is better to share less than with the commoners.

Everyone looked at each other, and after a long time, they could only nod.

Nosas had expected the attitude of the crowd, and he spoke again calmly.

"It's a pity that the whole of Eresaras has not been very peaceful recently, not only in the civilian area, but even in the aristocratic district there was a big incident yesterday, although the guards said that Sartre did it, but everyone here knows in their hearts that Sartre's blade may be poisoned, but there must be no arcane reaction - unfortunately, according to my test after sneaking into the morgue yesterday, every corpse's wound has an arcane reaction."

"Everyone knows that in the entire Firas can use arcane weapons, only we Sindra."

"I don't think any of you here would do such a thing, would you?"

As he spoke, Nosas looked around, and the people he was looking at shook their heads.

"It's almost certain that those mud legs did it - the last few real Sartre attacks, the dead were all mud legs, and now they are psychologically unbalanced."

"I think that in such a big event as the prince's sacrifice ceremony, in order to prevent some guys with ulterior motives, martial law is still needed in the whole city, right?"

Hearing Nosas say this, the Grand Arcanists nodded their heads.

"I'm going to contact the Guards, I don't think they want the truth to be revealed, that would make the guys look stupid - even though they were already stupid."

The Grand Arcanists scoffed.

Dependent on the arcane power from the outside world for a long time, these Sindra have come to see this power that does not belong to them as a part of themselves, and the soldiers in the guard who do not use the arcane ability are extremely stupid and lowly in their eyes.

All the Grand Arcanists were unanimous, and at the sacrifice ceremony of Prince Tosedrin, they would convince the prince to impose martial law on the entire city, and then announce the launch of an investigation plan after the ceremony.

Since there is a murderer, the murderer must not be allowed to waste the Ao Energy, which can only be supplied after everything is ascertained.

When everything is clarified, there will be an excuse - and most importantly, even if someone wants to do something, they will not be able to do it in the face of the Grand Arcanists who are in good shape.

The Grand Arcanist's plan seems to be shrewd, but Caredith's plan is even more shrewd, and the only ones who can't be "shrewd" are the hungry and cold civilians throughout the city.

The dead don't have any intentions, and these archarcanists, weakened by lack of energy, are far more vulnerable than they seem - as long as they knock this seemingly powerful group of creatures to the ground in front of everyone, then no one will dare to resist.

That's what Caredith thinks, and that's what he does.

The ancient city of Eresaras is facing great change, and conspiracy meets conspiracy.