"Elves? Demon? Legends of the North? ”

Victor chewed on these words repeatedly, and in an instant, he suddenly remembered the ancient books he had read in the Great Library of Babel.

According to records handed down from the ancient Arcane Empire, this so-called "legend of the North" is indeed true, and it is not just a story made up out of nothing.

"When the 'Emissary Mission' is over, I must suggest that the Magic Society send someone to explore the Arctic Glaciers......"

Victor, who had secretly made a decision in his heart, took a deep breath and cleared these messy thoughts out of his mind.

Having settled down, Victor thought about the matter at hand.

“…… As long as you follow this Northland caravan, you can go directly to your destination, 'Saint-Nabao'...... It's a coincidence! ”

"Whew! The air has really gotten better...... Mr. Victor!! ”

Cecilia, the young girl, poked her head out of the window of the carriage and called out in a crisp voice, "Mr. Victor, I have some questions about mathematics and science that I would like to ask you here......

"It seems that I will not stop this journey!"

Victor touched his nose in annoyance, and rode to the side of the carriage to answer the curious young lady's questions.

……

"Praise you, Lord Earl!"

"Good day, Lord Count!"

“……”

One by one, the peasants who were working in the fields bowed their heads and bent over, greeted their lords with awe and deference.

Ignoring these lowly farmers, the richly dressed Count Rodney, with a whip in his hand, led a group of knights to speed down the manor's path on a bloody horse peculiar to the north, and hurried to the capital of the Kingdom of Barbatler, Fort Saint-Nau.

Along the avenue, Count Rodney, riding a tall horse, and his guards overtook the carriages and the pedestrians walking along the road.

Along the way, the people avoided early, and no one dared to hinder the Count's advance, not even the guards guarding the gates of Saint-Narburg did not dare to intercept and inspect them! This made Count Rodney's heart feel unusually satisfied, and what could be compared to the glory and authority of a high nobleman?

Wow!

Before a villa, Count Rodney pulled the reins, and the sweaty horsemen rose, and the knights who followed him stopped their horses with similar movements.

"Good day, Lord Earl, may our God bring you health, glory and pleasure."

At the door of the villa, there were already several people dressed as nobles respectfully waiting for the arrival of the earl.

"You've done a great job!" Count Rodney, who turned over and dismounted, bowed slightly, "My god has blessed you with happiness, quietness, and health. ”

"It's our pleasure!"

A few knights bowed in reply, leading him towards the interior of the villa.

The cool breeze mingles with the soft daylight, blowing through the extravagant floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, and the bright candles paint the entire villa hall with a layer of bright brilliance.

A sky-blue tablecloth was laid out on a long table in the middle of the hall.

Fuchsia wines, soothing green cardamom and cabbage, veal ribs drizzled with piping hot sauce, white bread with milky aromas...... The attendants brought the delicate food to the table one by one, put the utensils, condiments, and flasks, and quickly left the room.

At this time, there were already many nobles holding wine glasses, gathering in twos and threes to talk.

"Good day! Lord Earl! "All the nobles saluted Count Rodney as soon as he entered the hall.

"Everyone, please feel free!"

With a wave of his right hand, the Count gestured to the nobles he had gathered and who were close to him.

"What does it taste like...... Wonderful as always! ”

After handing over the whip to the knights who accompanied him, Count Rodney prepared to preside over the party. However, it was at this time that the guards of the villa brought in a priest dressed in simple gray robes.

"Lord Earl!"

The young low-ranking priest nodded haughtily and said to Count Rodney with a blank face, "Your Excellency, please come to the temple. ”

The uninvited cleric silenced the nobles present, and no one felt wrong about his faux pas, and this was the power of the Temple of Eternity.

"Excuse me, is there anything important about the Bishop?"

Although Count Rodney was secretly annoyed in his heart, he did not reveal it in the slightest on the surface.

"You'll find out when you go...... Also, please move fast! My God is eternal!! ”

The young priest turned and walked away, completely ignoring the count's face.

When the cleric was gone, Count Rodney glanced at the nobles present and saw that they were all taken for granted, which made the count feel a sense of desolation.

"When did it start?"

As a high-ranking knight, Count Rodney secretly clenched his fists, "When did the nobles of the North who were relied on by the temple give up their pride? Giving up their honor? Since when did the warrior northern nobles become lackeys of the temple? Became a dispensable existence? ”

"My God Eternal ......"

The Count, with his eyes down, prayed in a low voice, enduring the anger in his heart.

What can you do if you don't have patience? Direct confrontation with the Temple? The thought of the sheer number of clergy in the Temple of Eternity made Count Rodney stoic even more stoic.

“…… It can't go on like this! If it continues in its current form, it won't be long before the northern nobility will be completely wiped out......"

With a mixed mind, Count Rodney rode slowly in the family's carriage to the temple district in the middle of the city.

As the Count stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the temple, the clear sky suddenly became cloudy and gloomy, just as the Count was in the mood at this moment.

"Boom ......"

Accompanied by a sudden wind, thunder roared, and silver-white electric snakes snaked through the clouds.

Looking up at the sky, Count Rodney entered the temple gate with a blank face.

"Good day! Dear Bishop, my God is eternal! ”

The Count said politely to the cardinal in front of him, and by this time he had completely hidden the displeasure in his heart.

Since Saint-N. Pauch is one of the core cities of the North, the presiding officer of this temple branch is a high priesthood, a preparatory cardinal.

Pre-Cardinal Orbas bowed his head and said: "It is a pleasure to see your devotion to my God! ”

"My Lord, I wonder if you have anything important to do with me?"

Count Rodney asked with a smile on his face after a simple prayer.

"According to the Pope's Hall, the attacks of the 'evil heretics' on Carter and Maiturisilland have led to the turmoil in the north in recent times!"

“…… Therefore, I hope that Count you will be able to devote more energy to maintaining the stability of Saint-Narburg! ”

"It's my duty!"

Count Rodney replied respectfully, and then he waited for the Bishop to discuss with him more important matters.

"Good!" Orbas said kindly, "In that case, Earl, you can go back and make arrangements." ”

"Huh? Isn't there something important for you to look for me, Lord Bishop? The Count asked, surprised.

Olbas glanced at Count Rodney and replied lightly, "What?" Isn't that important? ”

"Damn!"

The anger in Rodney's heart was ignited at once, "Such a trivial matter, just send someone to inform me!" He summoned me to come and go as soon as he went...... It's disgusting!! ”

"Don't you think this matter is important enough, Count?"

The smile on the cardinal's face faded, and his eyes were fixed on Count Rodney.

"Please forgive me for my eagerness! Since the Bishop has nothing else to do, I will arrange the relevant matters as soon as I get back. ”

"Humph!"

As Count Rodney took his leave, he distinctly heard a disdainful snort coming from Olbas's nose.

"Damn! The temple has completely treated us northern nobles as lackeys...... Is this the true status of the nobility? ”

The Count's eyes were dark, and the anger in his heart was uncontrollable and could not be calmed for a long time.

"The messenger of the Academy of Magic should be on his way...... Don't miss this opportunity! ”

Count Rodney looked at the downpour outside the carriage, his eyes flickering, and he fell into deep thought.