Ahem,I forgot to recommend it in the last chapter..."The Heart of the Sage", a novel in the DND series, I wrote it with a good engine oil, and if you like the type of book, you can go and see it, there is a link below~ Anyway, I will be on the shelves on Friday... If you can, I hope you will give more subscription support... Ahem... The happiness of this life depends on everyone...

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"I'm so sorry, sir."

In the room, a man in blood-red mage robes bowed his head slightly, his expression quite humble and respectful. Without the slightest resistance, he was most terrified by the figure in front of him who was sitting on a chair with his back to him, and that was hidden in the depths of his soul. Because he understands that the man in front of him with his back to him, even if it is the real devil in hell, he has to smile and talk as much as possible.

The man was still sitting in his chair, as if he hadn't heard him, and the room was silent. A trace of cold sweat left a slight mark on his sideburns, and the man in the blood-red mage robe slowly raised his head, with a little horror on his handsome and pale face, he looked at the back in front of him, and finally slowly lowered his head, and said softly: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't complete the task." ”

"It was a gross dereliction of duty and one that disappointed me."

The figure with its back to him finally spoke, its voice young and vibrant, like that of a young man in his twenties. But there was something mysterious about it, especially as the characters popped out of his mouth one by one, turning into some kind of air fluctuation.

It's a manifestation of the rules, and only those who are in the legend can do it. Because they are already at some kind of pinnacle, and they can talk to the real gods just by taking a step forward. Because this kind of person is already the pinnacle of creatures, and he is about to ignite the divine fire and achieve the existence of a demigod!

But he just appeared in this room, sitting in a rocking chair with staggering eyes, squinting slightly as if thinking about something. The young face could not see the slightest trace of time, perhaps in those squinted eyes, he could see the slightest flash of essence from time to time, but it was always fleeting, but it did not show any other emotion.

"What are you going to do, Bewan Merlin?"

He turned his head slightly, his handsome and young appearance was a little more handsome than the blood-red mage who was bending slightly behind him, his face was a little indifferent, he just looked at the blood-red mage Beiwang Merlin behind him, and said softly: "You also know how important that thing is to us. ”

"I didn't expect Yakos to be so cunning." The blood-red mage Bewang Merlin bowed his head slightly, with a certain unwillingness on his face, but he still gritted his teeth, nodded and said heavily: "Sir, please give me some time, I think I will find out where that thing has gone." ”

As an important backbone of the Blood Red Mage, Beiwang Merlin also understands the plan of his organization, and also understands the importance that the Blood Red Mage values for that ring, and even the desire for that ring has reached a certain limit, even if it is the powerful Temple of Light, it is directly confronted for that thing.

"A year's time, find the clue to it."

The man slowly got up with his chair propped up with both hands, turned his head to look at Bewan Merlin behind him, and slowly flicked the sky blue robe on his body, but it was not a mage robe, but an ordinary robe, and it looked like a slightly more decent bard. He reached for the violin hanging beside him, which looked somewhat shabby, and now looked like a bard.

"I understand." Bewan Merlin Blood Red Mage nodded, with absolute respect, he didn't dare to have any disrespect for the seemingly young person in front of him. Even after speaking, he gently retreated backwards, leaving three or five meters away, and then carefully released the spell, which disappeared in an instant with the fluctuation of a certain space.

"It's time for me to get out of here."

Sniffing his nose slightly, the man in the sky-blue robe shook his head, the violin in his hand was gently plucked, and he looked at the door on the side, with that calm and indifference in his eyes, like a god from above, looking down on all mortals. "But I'm going to leave something behind." He whispered to himself.

Pushing the door open slightly, the seemingly young bard headed outside, a tavern. There was a lot of noise inside, a lot of drunks were laughing and clinking glasses, the inferior barley wine was colliding with the slightly better ale, everyone was drinking rudely, just looking at it, you could understand that this tavern was not a high-end place.

He didn't care so much, just found a corner and sat down alone, and played his violin gently, and the crisp and pleasant sound immediately remembered. The corners of his mouth under his blue hood smiled slightly, and then he opened to let out a rhythmic aria.

The drunkards in the tavern were all slightly stunned, and turned their heads to look at the bard shrouded in a sky-blue robe, but they were also very familiar, although the relationship was very strange, but they all knew that the bard's singing voice was very good. They immediately began to take small sips of wine, ready to savor the beautiful poetry.

The blue-robed man suddenly paused for a moment, looked around the entire tavern, and was a little silent, but just when the drunkards were confused, he gently played the violin in his arms again, and danced in the tavern again with the poetry of the magnetic surname. The drunkards smiled and toasted the blue-robed man.

I built a monument that is more durable than bronze,

More lofty than the king's temple.

Greedy rain, wild wind,

can't destroy it,

The passage of time, the age of infinite years

There is nothing to be done about it.

It's not going to die completely,

Most of it will avoid death,

Its fame will grow,

New glory grows with each other,

Because what it represents, is light.

The drunkards' eyes widened suddenly, their glasses trembling, and the barley liquor in the tavernkeeper's hand fell to the ground and shattered, unaware. They were all staring blankly at the blue-robed man, who was still playing the violin and singing arias in his magnetic voice. A dirt dog licked the liquor on the ground with its tongue on it, and it felt that it tasted good.

Everyone's faces changed drastically, everyone was trembling their legs in fear, but for some reason they all felt a wave of weakness, even if they wanted to flee immediately, they didn't have any strength to prepare themselves for the easiest action in normal times!

My work is about to be finished, no matter whose anger it is,

Because they don't represent the light,

Fire and sword, violence and intrigue are their masters.

Even the corrosion of time, the filth of blood, cannot destroy it.

Come on, that day is coming, come on,

He has the right to deal with the darkness of hypocrisy, the unfathomable span of life.

He will rise to the stars, and the essence will shine on the earth

and immortal, his name will live on forever, wherever it may be.

Fame in all centuries,

Because

It represents the light of the morning light.

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The fire was burning in the tavern, and the drunkards banged in vain on the doors and windows, but they did not dare to take a single step in the tavern, not even a step. Because outside, a knight in white chain armor was quietly watching the helpless drunkards inside. In front of him, hundreds of soldiers dressed in uniform white chain mail were pointing their halberds at the tavern door, and in front of them, four or five corpses were lying on the ground.

The tavernkeeper was brought out, shivering like a chicken. The white-armored knight looked at him lightly, his light blue pupils were like the sea and the sky, profound and vast. "What do you hear?" He finally spoke, his voice bearing the same pleasant magnetic surname.

"Blasphemer! He is blaspheming the supreme god of light! The tavern keeper was lying on the ground crying, and he was terrified. The white-armored soldiers around him heard this and glanced at him.

"Blasphemers?" The white-armored knight lowered his head, and his blue eyes faintly looked at the tavern that was gradually turning black, and inside, the drunkards were wailing for help. He said, "What does a blasphemer look like? ”

"A troubadour's dress, a blue robe! With a worn-out violin! The tavern owner didn't dare to hide it, and said in a trembling voice. Even the ancestral tavern behind him, which was gradually turning to ashes, could not make his heart flutter, because the white-armored knight in front of him had terrified him to the extreme.

"The bard in the blue robe? A worn-out violin? The white-armored knight muttered, his eyes a little confused: "Have you finally come here?" The white-armored soldiers around him looked at the tavern door with serious faces, and as long as a drunkard ran out, the sharp halberds in their hands were like cutting off their heads.

"It's really coming." The white-armored knight sighed slightly, and waved his white-gloved hand indifferently: "Kill them all!" ”

Just as the tavernkeeper froze, the halberd of a warrior fell behind him, detaching his head from his body. The soldiers in front of them walked slowly with their halberds, revealing more than a dozen gaps. The archers in white linen came out, their faces calm, and they quickly fired sharp arrows into the tavern.

As the wails of the drunkards in the tavern subsided, the archers gradually retreated, and the white-armored warriors stood guard in front of them with their halberds, silently watching as the fire gradually engulfed the entire tavern. The white-armored knight looked at all this lightly, his face was calm, and he did not have any guilt for this massacre of civilians.

The street where the tavern was located was a massacre, and many soldiers in white armor rushed into the building, slaughtering and killing anyone they saw, whether it was the elderly, young children, or women. But they didn't do anything except kill people, and even if it was the valuable gold in the gold shop, they didn't even look at it, as if it didn't exist.

The white-armored knight rode his horse and walked quietly through the street, the buildings on both sides had been set on fire, and all the corpses had been sprinkled with fire oil waiting to be burned. No one escaped, and the answer given by Ming Yu was that there were demons and evil in this street.

Even though this is the royal capital. The royal capital of the Purple Tulip Kingdom is also the royal capital of the former Principality of Plantagenet.

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