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Asalan knew what that magnificent crown meant. It was a wealth so great that even the primeval dragons would be jealous, so powerful that even the emperor was afraid of it, and an elite armed force built to defend it. The name Baratheon, even in the far north, is a place that cannot be ignored.

How did Earl Thompson find such a powerful ally? The power of the old earl's family alone is far from enough to make the Baratheon family, the giant of the south, look at it.

Could it be because of Burdisso. Baratheon's relationship with that kid?

Asalan recalls many details of that decisive night.

He followed Earl Thompson to the stable, ready to flee, but who knew that he was suddenly seen by Sheona. Freeman and a mage crashed. And the reason why Sheona appeared in the stable was precisely to hunt down Burdisso.

Earl Thompson said: "You are busy preparing for the Golem Duel, and you may not know that the Imperial Investigation Team and the three major churches have something to do with Burdisso. The joint report of Baratheon came out just yesterday. This noble young master has been characterized as a human traitor who has fallen by the temptation of demons. Did you know, the Platinum Church is even ready to award Xie Ona a Dragon God Medal? If we don't move faster, there is a real chance that the little girl will run to the Platinum Temple to receive the medal. ”

"And what about House Baratheon?"

"Of course, they expressed their strong support for the decision of the Church and the Empire, and said that Burdisso's collusion with the devil was a private act and had nothing to do with the family."

Anyone. Whether it is a noble royal family or a lowly slave, as long as it is related to demons, abysses, evil gods and the like. I can't wait to get rid of myself immediately. Even if it's as strong as the Baratheons, it's no exception.

Earl Thompson touched his well-groomed beard and continued, "However, although the Baratheon family agrees with the ruling of the Empire and the Church on the surface, in private, it is a different matter. ”

"I remember that Burdisso was just an insignificant little person in House Baratheon, could it be that the Diamond Guild went out of a rage for such a person?"

"According to rumors, Burdisso is actually Malik. Baratheon's illegitimate son. And this time offered to work with us. The person who wanted to completely destroy the Freeman family was none other than Malik. Baratheon, not the entire Baratheon family. ”

Malik. Baratheon?

Earl Thompson read a hint of confusion in the eyes of his magical advisor, and he explained, "Malik. Baratheon was the younger brother of the Grand Duke of Diamond. The world sees the supreme glory of the diamond family, but they don't know who is the real person who makes the diamond shine. Malik is the commander of the Shadow Hand, an elite unit of the Baratheon family. He holds the power to appoint and dismiss officers in the entire Baratheon private army. Whenever he had the chance, the Grand Duke would have lunch with Malik - even the Grand Duchess had no such honor. Right now. Do you know Malik's place in the Baratheon family? ”

"Is he powerful?" As a mage, Asalan didn't care much about power and the like. He cares about Malik. Baratheon himself.

"I don't know about that." Earl Thompson shook his head slightly, "I have only heard that he is a good hand with a sword, and he has not tasted defeat so far. ”

"A hidden master?"

"What kind of person is it, don't you know if you go to meet each other? Mr. Malik arrived at the Mountain Creek Springs Manor just yesterday. ”

Stream Springs Manor is an estate of Earl Thompson outside of Clear Water City. Ever since the Lord of Wands built Rainbow Springs Manor. Various knockoffs also appeared continuously. Mountain Stream Springs Manor is one of the less clumsy. Sometimes, the fashion trends of the aristocracy are so clumsy and boring.

However, although it is only an unqualified imitation compared to Rainbow Springs Manor, compared to other castle manors in the Northland, Mountain Creek Springs Manor is definitely a beautiful environment. Comfortable and luxurious. This is also the family property that the Earl of Thompson is most proud of.

Best of all, Earl Thompson raised a group of stunning slave girls on the estate. That gentle country that makes people linger. Even Asalan, a close confidant of the Earl, had only enjoyed it once.

With curiosity and anticipation, Asalan and Earl Thompson left the city of Blue Water in a carriage and traveled east for an hour, finally arriving at the Mountain Stream Spring Manor.

But when Asalan walked into the ornate manor house, he sensed something was wrong.

There is a faint smell of blood.

What's going on? Someone attacked? But the guards in the manor were as usual, and none of the spell mechanisms were touched.

"Be careful, Lord Earl."

Asalan blessed himself and Count Thompson with a variety of defensive spells. He was about to call the manor guards when a dark shadow suddenly appeared in front of them without warning.

The long, narrow, and sharp sword resembling the sting of a poisonous bee pressed against Asalan's throat. Before the latter could figure out what was going on, the dark shadow spoke: "My master doesn't like to have miscellaneous people come in. So please be quiet, Mr. Mage. ”

The tip of the sword was withdrawn, and Asalan experienced the sensation of standing on the edge of a death cliff. He was about to do it, when the Earl of Thompson beside him whispered, "This is Malik's bodyguard, forget it." ”

Since the count, as an employer, had said so, Asalan had no choice but to give up. However, he still didn't understand how the other party avoided the detection spells blessed on his various accessories just now, and how the stabbing sword that made people's hairs stand on end broke through the protective spell.

Even after a series of fierce battles with demons in the Cold Mist Mountains, when he walked into the meeting room, the long-time pampered Earl Thompson was almost frightened to the ground by the hideous female heads hanging from the crystal lamp.

The ornate furniture in the Eastern Galognian style was painted beyond recognition by the stinging blood. The beautiful Mulland blanket was also full of severed limbs and minced meat.

Ah, the gods are above! These disgusting pieces of meat were still a graceful ** that made men's hearts unbearable not long ago!

And the initiator of this purgatory picture scroll is sitting on a single sand at this time. With his back to Asalan and Earl Thompson, he took small bites. Sip the coffee with great elegance......

"Damn, what the hell is going on!" After the initial shock, Earl Thompson came back to his senses and finally became furious: "Mr. Malik, is this what the Baratheon family does?" I sent these slave girls to entertain you, not for them to be slaughtered by you! ”

"Don't be nervous, Count. When they poured me coffee, they soiled my clothes. Isn't it damned? Malik stood up calmly and turned. Listening to his tone, it was as if it was a very ordinary trivial matter to kill a few female slaves of the master's family in a cruel way.

Malik. Baratheon is a clean, elegant middle-aged man. He was fair-skinned, with a slender index finger, and wore a neat and elegant gown with a breast pocket. Pin a rose. He was like a genius pianist who drove many ladies crazy at the Imperial Theatre, not a mad murderer.

Judging from his facial features, he and the dead Burdisso. Baratheon did have some similarities. It seems that the rumors of illegitimate children are mostly true.

"The little things aside, we should sit down and get down to business, Earl Thompson." Malik said.

The Earl of Thompson, who was the owner of the estate. At this time, he stared at Malik, his fists clenched, and his chest rose and fell, showing an extremely fierce battle of thoughts. He was kind enough to entertain Malik in this manor, but the other party actually killed all his beloved slave girls. Such an impudent and crazy act. No decent nobleman will give up!

However, because of the common good. Count Thompson suppressed his anger. If it was just to deal with the brother and sister of the Freeman family, naturally there was no need to put up with Malik's rudeness. But the problem he faces now is not so simple.

So, the Earl of Thompson finally relented.

The powerful figures of the Baratheon family and an earl sat opposite each other in this bloody parlor, and the scene was extremely strange.

Asalan stood behind Earl Thompson, his gaze fixed on Malik's retinue. It was a mysterious man wrapped in a black cloak with only one pair of eyes exposed. Through the gap in the cloak, Asalan saw a black handprint painted on the other man's gray armor. This is probably the symbol of the most elite force "shadow hand" under the command of the Grand Duke of Diamond. Being able to sneak under the nose of a six-ring mage and make a successful raid, if all the "shadow hands" have this level, then the strength of the Baratheon family is really terrifying.

"Congratulations, Earl Thompson, you have just passed my test. The slave girl who was kindly sent to serve was killed, and you were able to endure such a great shame, which shows that your cooperation with me is extremely strong. This is the foundation on which mutual trust is built. Malik spoke eloquently.

Killing my beloved slave girls at a great cost is a damn test?

If Earl Thompson's heart had been a little weaker, he would have fainted with anger at this time. He even wondered if it was a mistake for him to work with someone with an abnormal brain like Malik. It's a pity that things don't allow him to go back.

Malik did not pay attention to Earl Thompson's reaction. In other words, a character like him doesn't care what the other person thinks at all. He continued to say to himself: "Burdisso is a good boy...... I never helped him too much when he was growing up. Although the talent is not too outstanding. But he still got to where he is today. Originally, when I returned to my family territory after this training in the Northland, I was ready to train him...... Who knows, Burdisso actually died inexplicably at the hands of a little slut! ”

At first, Malik's voice was deep and sad, like that of an old horse licking a calf, and then, as his voice grew darker and more angry, and he had long since abandoned its calmness and grace. At the end, Malik stood up suddenly, and Asalan was shocked, and a black shadow emerged from the floor beneath his opponent's feet, spreading like ink in clear water, forming a distorted, blurry, as if to devour a qiē demon.

"Yin ...... Shadow ......" Asalan swallowed and stammered.