The cold wind outside the window of the hall was constantly beating and crackling on the glass window, and in the dark night, some "tenacious" wind penetrated into the castle through the hidden cracks in the window, making the already gloomy castle even colder.

The bay was warm during the day, but at night it became like winter, much to Draco's discomfort, and the empty and dark hall was lifeless, and the candle flame above his head still flickered and burned, illuminating the long table below.

The table was very messy, it was the leftovers of the welcome dinner, because the owner of the castle had been so late that he had not yet finished cleaning up.

Draco was the servant in charge of cleaning up the leftovers, of course, he couldn't be the only one in charge of it, but because it was too late, the other servants agreed that it would be enough to leave Draco alone to clean up for them, and then he could do the work for someone else tomorrow.

Reasonable suggestion, but Draco wasn't happy about it, as he wasn't used to reversing day and night.

Of course, to be honest, a servant is not so bad, but Draco is not a simple servant.

"Unlucky, this person is always bullied. ”

Standing in front of the fireplace at the innermost part of the long table, Draco's ordinary face illuminated by the bright yellow firewood firelight, slightly hunched over, dressed in the most humble servant's robes, with a dirty bucket on his arm, and he muttered quietly as he cleaned up the table, looking inconspicuous.

However, the words in his mouth seemed very abrupt.

"If I hadn't been lurking for a while, I would have killed you a long time ago, and let me clean up this place alone?

Angry mutters poured out of his mouth as Draco rudely poured all the food scraps on the table into the dirty bucket, then ignored the silver cutlery that had been thrown on the table, put down the dirty bucket, and ran down to the fireplace and took a nap.

If anyone were passing by at this time, they would probably think he was lazy and sleepy, but if you look closely at him, you will see that his eyes are not closed, but narrowed into a slit, and his inner eyeball turns from time to time, as if to recharge his energy.

The cold wind was still blowing outside the window, and the strange creaking sound was incessant, whether it was the wooden door of the stable being blown and swaying, or it could be the endless stream of guards going to the toilet.

The cold moonlight streamed through the windows, casting a silver veil over the floor of the castle hall.

He just slept quietly, and after some time, Draco's narrowed eyes suddenly opened, and he took a deep breath, and his face was not the usual humility of a servant, but a cold face.

He began to walk towards the second floor of the castle.

The slightly hunched back is very straight at this time, his steps are not slow, he walks on the stairs but does not make a sound at all, his expression is calm, he is like a cat that has been walking in the dark, hidden and elegant.

Obviously, he was not a simple servant.

The second floor was the hospitality area of the castle, and it was the target that Draco had found after a long search, and his mission was to move the target out without disturbing the people inside the castle, especially the lord here, the mysterious mage.

"Aren't the stars usually knight lords?

The faint sound would not be heard by anyone, and Draco muttered to the corridor on the second floor, quietly passing through one closed door after another, and walking towards the deepest part with a clear purpose.

However, when he passed by one of the rooms with the door closed, he subconsciously regressed and returned to the outside of the door.

A faint trivial sound rang out from the room, and the light of the candle flame spilled through the crack in the door, it didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, it could be someone who didn't sleep at night reading a book, or something, but Draco felt that what he had just stumbled upon should not be an illusion - someone in the room was casting another spell!

"Is it the lord, or is it some other mage?"

His mission is simple, just monitoring the target's movements, waiting for all the other helpers to be in place, and then moving the target out at a suitable time, and nothing else.

Of course, they didn't expect to be so honest, but when they learned that the owner of this place was a mage who could cast spells in an instant, they had to suppress the more crude thoughts in their hearts.

"Try to avoid the mage, our mission is only Seventeen!"

The leader's orders were still fresh in his mind, and Draco didn't want to disobey him, but as the main enemy of this mission, Draco couldn't ignore the mage.

So he stopped outside the door now, ready to listen to the foot of the wall, to understand the enemy's methods.

It was very careless that the people in the room did not close the door tightly, which obviously made it easier for Draco to listen to the wall, he bent his waist, his head in front of the gap, his ears pricked up, and his eyes looked into the room along the gap.

There wasn't a man in the room, but two women, much to Draco's disappointment, but also relieved.

"It's just two maids. ”

He shook his head slightly, feeling that he was making a big fuss, and was about to withdraw his gaze, but what was happening in the room caught his eye tightly.

Beams of transparent water line shoot out from the basin, and under the light of the candles, the slender water lines flicker, glowing with a little brilliant brilliance, constantly gushing out from the basin and shooting into the sky, and the subtle swishing sound resounded from the room, like fireworks, which is very beautiful.

The two maids were on the side, and the waterlines were intertwined in mid-air, transforming into various shapes.

Hounds, orcs, swords, castles, and their masters...

"Warlocks, ..... They're from Seymour?"

The vivid aqua trick was clearly misleading to Draco, and he stared at the two men in the room in disbelief, their faces cloudy in the light of the gaps.

The innate possession of command elements and other supernatural powers is a trait unique to warlocks, and unlike spells, this talent requires no spells or gestures, and no fixed effect, which is why Draco considers them warlocks rather than mages.

Behind every warlock is a family support, without exception, there are no wild warlocks, because the growth of a warlock requires countless resources to cultivate, not a family nature, and it is impossible for a warlock to grow up healthily.

And among all the warlock families, it seems that only the Seymour family has such a free ability to control water!

Seymour is an old aristocratic family in the Roland Empire, the family has served as the foreign minister and ceremonial officer of the royal family for generations, and has a prominent reputation in the Roland Empire, and its power is also deep-rooted and very powerful.

"The Seymour family is also eyeing here?"

Try not to keep yourself from looking at what is happening inside the house, Draco is in a weird mood right now.

They came to this dilapidated little town just for the purpose of the mission, what are the people of the Seymour family for?

"Dressed as two lowly servants.... Could it be that they still want to seduce the master here?"

Draco thought for a moment.

It's possible, that mage can reach such a height of spellless spellcasting at such a young age, and both potential and strength have reasons to be wooed, and other things here don't seem to be very attractive in comparison.

"It's not big news. He thought to himself, but he didn't think it was shocking news, and it had nothing to do with his mission, so Draco withdrew his gaze and was about to continue his goal, when a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came to his ears.

The footsteps came from the staircase behind him, and it was faintly audible in the silence, and it was obvious that the owner of the footsteps did not want to be heard.

"There can't be people from other forces, right?"

Draco was a little confused, but it didn't affect his movements, and he took a few steps to the storage point in the middle of the corridor that was embedded in the wall, and his figure bent down to hide in it.

Curled up in the cramped space, next to the mop bucket, Drake stared intently in the direction of the dark corridor near the staircase.

He didn't have to wait long before the owner of the footsteps came into his sight.

"That's..."

Despite his hazy features in the dark, his pine-like posture and unusually neatly combed shawl black hair made it easy for Draco to guess who the person was, let alone observe the mysterious and eerie aura.

The man who came was the castle and the owner of the city, and he needed to avoid it as much as possible, a mage from a knightly family - Alan Klisch.

"How can you behave like this on your own turf?" the mysterious figure brought a fresh scent of rosemary as he passed by the storage spot, and Draco leaned out slightly, curious.

Then he saw the young figure come to an unremarkable door and pause slightly, and the door opened silently, and then he stepped in.

"Strange mage..."

It was obvious that there was no one behind the door, it was automatically opened, and what was even more amazing was that there was no sound at all when the door opened, not the slightest faint sound!

Draco's unusually sensitive ears came to this conclusion with certainty, which made his fear of the castle even worse.

"The people of the Seymour family... And this strange mage, I wonder if there is anything more amazing going on?"

Draco was secretly vigilant, but he suddenly felt a strange restlessness under him, he looked down, the water was shining, a human face floated out from under the brown and black floor, the puffy face looked like a drowning person, white eyes, pale skin, terrifying features, and was grinning at him with a big red mouth.

"Grumman Ghost?"

Cold sweat appeared on Draco's forehead.