Mourning and the others did not return for an afternoon, and it was obvious that the Walden family had encountered a rather tricky matter.

Angelyl spent the whole afternoon reading the book "Alchemy Magic", and the rest of the day she spent curling by the window and watching the sunset, which she looked forward to the most every day.

If she was in Turin, she would go home to see her mother after the sun had set, chat with the rest of her friends in the brothel for a while, and then get into the carriage sent by the palace to the astrological tower. Sometimes she would buy a few marshmallows on the road to eat, but more often she would call the court kitchen to prepare dessert for her to pass the boring astrological time.

As the red glow on the clouds completely disappeared, Angelil cleared her throat and swallowed.

Compared to the undead, she is still willing to be a human being.

Oreo was unmoved, he kept looking through the notes his father had left behind, which were the daily accounts of the Pope's daily dealings, and there were many familiar names on them, and he was wondering which ones could be used for himself.

Turning the page again, a folded piece of yellow papyrus paper was stuck in the middle of the page, and Oreo suspiciously opened the paper, on which was a strange magic pattern, and he vaguely felt that this thing was somewhat familiar.

"Angelyl."

He whispered Angelil's name, "Look at this thing. ”

Angelyl ran over quickly, and she bent down to look at the drawing, and then said in surprise.

"Praise Abelly! How did it end up here? ”

"I don't know."

Oreo shook his head, Abelly's hymn, the Mark of Dusk, and another unnamed black magic were the three dragon magic that Monin mastered, and when he left Turin, he gave all three magic patterns to Atifa, and along with Atifa, Angelil also mastered the three dragon magic.

Oreo knew this, of course, but he didn't intend to master it, because dragon magic and dark magic were essentially different from ordinary spells, and they were both uses of spells on another level.

He squinted his eyes and stroked the paper with his hand, the religious paper itself was pale yellow, so it was impossible to tell the age, and the ink on it had faded a lot.

"Angelyl."

He shoved the thing over, "See when the words were written." ”

Angelyl answered, reached for the paper, and stared at it with shimmering eyes.

As she gazed, the black pattern on the paper gradually became clear, as if someone was constantly adding ink to it, and the ink on the paper finally traced back to the time when she first put down the pen, and Angelil withdrew her gaze when she saw the ink blur on the paper.

"Ten years and six months ago."

"Ten years."

Oreo muttered, this is Augustus's notebook, and he asked Angelil to confirm the date of the paper in order to confirm who had drawn the magic pattern. It now appears that the magic, called the Hymn of Abelly, was most likely drawn by his father, who never mentioned dragon magic.

He tucked the piece of paper in his notebook and looked at Angelyl with his hands folded.

"You learned this dragon magic?"

"Well, a magic that inspires fellow people."

Angelyl suddenly remembered something, "But when I cast it, I always feel that something is missing, Atifa said it was because of dragon blood, and I also tried it with Neil's Sigh, but it didn't work well." ”

"Knock knock."

Oreo was about to say something, but suddenly there was a knock on the door, it was Monin and they were back.

He whispered.

"Come in."

Monin pushed the door open, followed by Caron, the manservant who looked like he had been through a fierce battle, and his clothes seemed to have been stuffed into a cannon pile and blown up.

"There is two pieces of good news."

Mourning and Angelil nodded in acknowledgment, then looked at Oreo, who saw the magic patterns on the paper at a glance.

"Hymn Abelly, you're studying this too."

Oreo nodded.

"Angelyl said that she always felt a little abnormal when using this magic, whether it was normal or because she had the wrong method."

"It's normal."

Mo Ning took a deep breath, "Dragon language magic without dragon blood is never complete. ”

Oreo frowned.

"But Angelil tried it with Neil's Sigh, and it didn't work well, is it really just because of dragon blood."

"It's the dragon's blood."

Mo Ning said firmly, "Dragon blood can indeed activate dragon weapons, but it is used as a key and not as energy, and if you want to cast dragon magic, you must absorb dragon blood yourself. ”

"But how do humans absorb dragon blood?"

"There's a way."

Monning looked straight into Oreo's eyes, "You know, the dragons were the first rulers of the continent of Aishcana, and humans are their clever slaves. The slaves tried their best to steal the power of the dragons in order to overthrow the dragons, and in the process they developed many ways to use the dragon's blood, one of which was to refine the dragon's blood and inject it into the body, so that humans could have the ability to perform the full magic of the dragon's language. ”

"Refining dragon blood? Do you know where that thing is? ”

"Of course, but do you really want to listen?"

Oreo sat up straight and nodded slowly.

"I'm not interested in dragon magic, you can tell me."

Monin slowly raised his right hand and pointed it at Oreo.

"Scheming, the Venada Empire's instrument for refining dragon blood, it has always been on you. But the refined dragon blood is still quite toxic, and long-term use of dragon magic can only be a dead end, so I didn't dare to tell you. ”

Oreo pulled out his cane from his waist, this scepter called Scheming has undergone a lot of transformations, and I don't know if it still has the effect of refining dragon blood.

Monin pointed to the deity at the top of the cane.

"Soak this thing in dragon blood, and the cooled dragon blood can be injected into the body after boiling."

“......”

Oreo was silent, the conspiracy was a relic left to him by his father, and now that he had found the hymn of Abeli in his father's diary, it was hard for him not to connect the two events, and there were even more terrible conjectures after that.

He forced himself to compose himself and knocked on the table.

"Tell me about the two pieces of good news."

Mourning was too tired to see anything unusual about Oreo, and he sat down.

"The people who escorted the fake Filia were all imprisoned in the dungeon, and the Duke of Walden had planned to interrogate them himself after the wedding, but in the middle of the dungeon there was a riot, and one of the Venada Spirits entered the fourth order, he first killed his own accomplices, and then tried to cause a bigger riot, but was stopped by Lord Caron."

"It's not good news."

Oreo turned and looked at Caron worriedly, "You've unlocked the first step." ”

Hearing the concern between Oreo's words, Cuaron smiled.

"That Venada has run out of gas, I've only been punched a few times by him, and there are just a few parts that need to be replaced."

Monin nodded.

"The first piece of good news is that everyone recognizes Caron, and everyone acquiesces that you are in Jessel, and judging by the reaction of the ministers, everyone has a much better opinion of you than His Majesty Angelo."

"It's not good news."

Oreo continued to shake his head, "What about the other thing. ”

Mo Ning fell silent, as if brewing emotions, and the atmosphere in the room became solemn.

He said it word for word.

"The East Ikra have gathered three hundred thousand troops, which is more than all the armies of the empire combined, so His Majesty Angelo personally went to the northern border, this morning."

The words fell, and the whole room was extremely quiet, except for the pounding of the accelerating heartbeat.

Angelo went to the north, where the prime minister, Monin, and the city guards of Yessel were his own men, and the ministers had a good opinion of him, not to mention the people of Venada......

"Huh."

Oreo sneered, as if he could climb the throne that many Pravorians had coveted if he raised his arms and shouted.

But he knew the Pravor people too well, and it would be too bland to describe them as refined egoists, who were simply a bunch of mercenary flies.

When the empire is in danger, even His Majesty the Emperor is in battle, and what they think about is that the opportunity has come, and there is a chance to earn benefits, anyway, even if the East Ikra people really capture Yesel, the East Ikra people will need them, so why not.

Mourning, of course, knew what he was thinking, so he rarely didn't give advice.

From a friend's point of view, of course he wanted Oreo to take back his things, but the empire's fate hung by a thread, and he didn't feel that Oreo would take advantage of it.

Besides, if he took 10,000 steps back, even if he did this, it would be difficult for him to ensure that Jilo would not jump over the wall in a hurry, and if he led the army to defect to the East Ikra Empire, it would be a disaster for the Empire.

"Monin."

Oreo ended his thoughts, "Whatever choice I make, you and Albert will help me, right?" ”

Monin nodded.

"There are a lot of friends besides us, but they are all young people, and as for the old guys...... You know. ”

"This matter is going on secretly for the time being, and we will wait for the news from Angelo's side to make the next step."

Oreo straightened up slowly, not knowing if it was because of his surroundings or something else, but Mourning seemed to feel that it was Augustus Pravor who sat behind his desk, and his son still had the majesty of the emperor after all.

"Alright, that's it, I'll hang out with Angelyl later, do you want to come with us."

"There's a lot going on at night, I'm afraid I don't have time."

Moning's head shook quickly, although he didn't know the relationship between Angelyl and Oreo, but a fool could see that the relationship between the two was not ordinary. As the Prime Minister of the Venada Empire, he doesn't have the bad habit of being a light bulb.

Seeing him disappear through the door, Oreo turned to Caron.

"Have you packed your luggage?"

"Packed up."

Caron hesitated, "But the room needs to be cleaned, and it will be almost finished when you get back." ”

"Alright, let's go."

Oreo didn't think much of it, he took off his black coat, and Cuarón handed him a white robe.

There's nothing better than wearing a robe to hide your whereabouts in Jessel.

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