Late at night, the Duke's Palace of Walden.

Shrill voices weave through the house.

"It's too much, it's just too much! She's just protecting that Pravor's family! Did she still take the Walden family in her eyes, and did she take the Venada Empire in her eyes? ”

The Duke of Walden stood in front of the window in his dressing gown, and heard his wife complaining from behind.

"Garfield! Hurry up and send someone to bring Filia back, if it goes on like this, the Walden family will lose their faces!" ”

The Duke of Walden was melancholy in the wind.

Filia's behavior is indeed very abnormal, but everyone knows that she is the famous witch of Yesel, and it is understandable that such a girl will of course resist the control of others.

But there is one thing that always sticks to the mind, and that is a name that must never be mentioned.

If Filia really had something to do with that person, his Walden family's actions were worth thinking about.

Looking past the lady, Duke Walden asked in a low voice.

"There are three of them, right?"

The subordinate replied.

"It's three people, the manservant is Vinada Steel Spirit, and the girl is a spellcaster, and both Steel Spirit and the girl respect that young man."

"When did they enter the city?"

"The Silver Army has recorded information about the valet, Caron Vegeta, a viscount of Jessel, and has not seen the records of the man and woman."

The Duke of Walden put his hands behind his back and paced in front of the window.

"Biden locked down the city immediately after the news came from Andrey's Town, if he couldn't find the information of the man and woman, it means that they had already arrived at Biden, which means that they can't be that person. But one thing I wonder is what they are doing in that armor room. ”

"The girl was a disabled person with a severed hand and one leg, and the young man had made her a prosthetic leg out of Venada steel."

Duke Walden said in surprise.

"Venada Steel?"

The subordinate said firmly.

"Yes, Venada Steel, and the girl is already free to move."

Duke Walden's face sank.

"My Walden family has treated her well for so many years, and even if Filia gives that skill to someone else, she won't want to reveal half of it to us."

The subordinate continued.

"And...... That girl was also able to use spells, real spells. ”

"Smack."

Duke Walden slapped his hand on the railing, and he squeezed the railing, his right hand trembling violently.

The Venada Spirits are the most practical weapons in the world, they have the most powerful hand-to-hand combat abilities on the continent, but this weapon also has fatal shortcomings. Even with the presence of Zelta's helmet, the steel spirits are still helpless in the face of powerful sorcerers.

It was about six years ago that the Imperial Armor Forge came up with the unprecedented concept that if the spell that actively casts magic could be engraved into Venada Steel, then the Steel Spirits would have the ability to fight the Spell Wizard head-on.

What the Ikra have not been able to do for more than two hundred years, the Venada have spent countless energies to finally touch the threshold of this technology. According to previous news from Yessel, as the only daughter of the Middleton family, Filia is the chief researcher, and she may have mastered the technique.

"A real spell."

Duke Walden muttered.

Vinada is an empire of supreme strength, and there is no more convincing force on this continent than fists. Navigating the big names, the Duke of Walden knew better than anyone else the importance of power.

A month ago, the Imperial Armor Casting Department had developed a new type of Venada steel, and Duke Walden felt that his opportunity had come, so he sold high-grade Venada steel at a low price on the mainland, using it as an opportunity to attract the attention of others and at the same time pocket a large amount of low-grade Venada steel.

On the other hand, he asked Gerus to persuade him many times, and Filia finally relented and agreed to travel to Ibay. If His Majesty the Emperor hadn't suddenly convened a wartime meeting, and Gerus attended as a representative of the family, he would have pried that technique out of Filia's mouth a long time ago.

Filia was not stupid to be able to develop such an epoch-making invention, but why would she rather give that technology to a friend than to the Walden family?

The Duke of Walden was puzzled, and his wife was still chattering.

"Garfield, did you hear me talking to you, what is the use of such a woman marrying home!"

With a magpie at home, Duke Walden felt his head blow up, and he waved his hand behind his back.

"Take Madame down."

The noisy lady struggled for a long time, and finally left with the support of the two maids.

Turning around, the kindness on Duke Walden's face vanished, and he stared at a few of his men with a serious gaze.

"Gerus is coming back, and he knows what to do."

He paused, "If that doesn't work, we'll start with that girl...... As for the young butler who is suspected to be Oreo Pravor, leave it to the person who deserves the headache. ”

......

Yessel.

The black falcon emerged in the torrential rain and landed steadily under the warm window lattice, and it shook its feathers, and the rain on its body was blowing.

A hand with a ring full of gems reached out, and he gently pinched the letter box at the foot of the falcon, and poured out the letter inside.

He opened the letter and read it until he finished reading it, with a smile on his delicate face throughout.

The falcon fluttered into the rainstorm, watched the blackbird disappear into the night, and then gently closed the window.

Turning his gaze, he looked at the box at the bottom of his desk, which was weighed down by a heavy dossier and dusty.

The box contained a letter, a letter that had been read a thousand times.

"I dreamed of you again last night.

I dreamed of a drizzle in the sky, sand-brown birds walking through the gloomy dark clouds, white lilies covering the valleys, they trembling in the rain, looking more like gray. The priests set out from Jessel, and they marched in a long line, reciting the Leonhard Taliabue Sutra, as they headed to Mount Yadro.

The white-clad priests stood at the front of the procession with candles, and the setting sun swirled through the dark clouds, rippling on the priests' necklines. The streamer in their eyes soon converged into a sea of stars, and Antares was hidden in the waterfall, which flickered in the stars from time to time.

In the chant of tens of thousands of priests, with the loess, a white Baihe was uprooted, and it happened to fall on the stamen in Tutan's hand. Filthy muddy water slid down the surface of the black wood, and it was in this way that the Holy Supreme returned to Tutan.

And I stand before your grave.

I must have a black umbrella.

I may be wearing a crown.

- You, the last nephew. ”

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