"How could anyone find here?"

Mourning bounced up from his seat, cursed a few words, and paced anxiously around the room.

Oreo didn't panic, since Caron could come to the door to report, then the person who came to visit must have gained Caron's trust.

He waved his hand.

"Ask him to come in."

"Yes."

Cuarón answered and hurried downstairs, while Oreo straightened his collar and planned to go out to greet the uninvited guest himself.

He glanced at Mourning, who dissipated into the air playfully, while Angelelle waved away the elemental trail from which Mourning had left, and trotted to Oreo's side, pricking up his ears to hear the footsteps coming from below.

"After all these years......"

An old voice panting came from under the stairs, making one wonder if he was going to die in the next second.

Caron hurriedly hugged the old man.

"Your Excellency Chaborent, do you need me to carry you up?"

"My old bones...... It's not enough to need help...... Cough...... Cough. ”

The old man stopped between the second and third floors, and he was hunched over and coughed with difficulty, and it took a long time for him to straighten up.

He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and waved Caron away.

"If you let Your Highness ...... See me like this...... Ahem. ”

Oreo leaned over to stare at the gray-haired old man, then waved his right hand.

The wood elements in the air were stripped away, and they combined to form a chair behind the old man.

Chaborent sat in his chair and watched himself float up to Oreo, his head bowed and his face guilty.

"Your Highness, I'm more useless than before."

The old man's friendship trickled, but Oreo seemed unmoved, and he walked into the study with his hands behind his back, and the chair floated in with him.

"Your Excellency Chaborent, you haven't been spotted here."

"I'm not confused to that extent,"

Chaborent clenched the cane in his right hand, "Don't forget, the Jessel horoscope was first compiled by me!" ”

Oreo nodded, then sat down in the large chair behind his desk, staring at Chaplent in silence.

He was once a well-known astrologer, but instead of fulfilling his duties as a Tutanist when he came to Jessel, he became a speculative businessman, relying on his friendship with Pope Augustus, and Chaborent's years were considered to be prosperous.

But Angelo has had a hard time since he took the throne, so it is understandable that he is looking forward to his return.

"This is black magic, this is terrible power."

Chaborent touched the armrest of his chair, then looked Oreo up and down.

"Your Highness, you are becoming more and more like His Majesty Augustus."

Oreo reunites with old friends, but Oreo doesn't even bother to pretend, because in his opinion Chaborent is just a cunning businessman, and he doesn't like this kind of person.

He stared at him coldly.

"It's natural...... Do you have something to do with me? ”

"Your Highness, what are these words, how dare I bother Your Highness."

As if unaware of Oreo's indifference, Chaborent leaned on his crutches, leaving his hand gesturing in the air.

"The situation is critical, but at this critical juncture, His Royal Highness chose to save Jessel from fire and water, my old bones have been living in Yesel for so many years, and this time I will say anything for His Highness."

Oreo was silent.

In all fairness, Chaborent was a smart man who knew how to do things, but he just didn't like this man for some reason, and what happened later turned out to be as he expected. Since Angelo sought power and usurped the throne, Chaborent, who was originally cold and warm to his father, has never appeared again.

"Is Your Highness distrusting me?"

After so many years of wandering around the world, Chaborent could not understand Oreo's eyes.

He clenched his fists, a hint of sadness on his face.

"The family's business was under the care of His Majesty Augustus, but I was unable to stand up when His Majesty was in danger, and it was a very wrong decision at that time, and the guilt I suffered will accompany my soul to heaven. Your Highness, I am eighty-seven years old, and it is my last chance to atone for your sins that you can come to Jessel at this time, and die for you. ”

Oreo remained silent.

As Mourning said, on the premise of knowing that he was in Yesser, everyone wanted to win him over or kill him, Chaborent was a small minion at best, and even if he trusted Chaborent, he couldn't trust the person behind Chaborent.

Seeing the old man struggling to show his loyalty, while Oreo was unmoved, Angelelle felt a little unbearable.

"I see."

Chaborent stood up tremblingly, unbuttoning his coat, and then pulled out a scepter and a stack of papal papers.

He pushed the thing over to Oreo across his desk, then sighed heavily.

"Your Highness, I know you're still haunted by that. After the fall out between the Vinada Empire and the East Ikra Empire, the astrologers of the Astrology Tower have been in short supply for them, and my old bone has found an errand in the Astrology Tower again, this is the dragon magic I printed from the Black Blood Record, and some belongings saved from previous years, I hope you can use them. ”

With that, he turned around and walked towards the door with staggering steps, Cuarón glanced at Oreo, the valet's eyes contained a lot of things, but as always, he never expressed any opinion in front of Oreo.

Oreo shook his head slightly, and Caron understood what he meant, and he opened the door for Chabolentra and sent him all the way out of the Papal Palace.

"He's such an old man. Why don't you trust him? ”

Standing by the window, Angelyl watched the two figures disappear from the end of sight, and then said puzzled.

"Are you blaming me?"

Oreo tilted his head and glanced at Angelyl, "Aside from you and Caron, there is no one in this city to be trusted, including Mourning and Albert. Chaborent knows that, too, so there needs to be a process of building trust between me and him, and it's not something that can be determined in a few words. ”

Angelyl nodded incomprehensibly, then craned her neck to look at the table.

She pointed to the dragon-whispering magic.

"Can I take a look?"

"Hmm."

Oreo nodded, and he stepped out from behind his desk, standing where Angelyl had just been, looking up at the astrological tower in the distance.

The midday sky was cloudless, the sky was gray and white, and the sun was hanging high.

In the light of the sun, the shadow of the astrological tower slices Jessel straight into two pieces, an invisible knife that will grow sharper and sharper over time, eventually cutting countless people into the dust of history.

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