"Lord Earl. "The farmer who was working in the fields greeted his lord humbly and deferentially, and most of them had not yet had time to see the count's face, but he knew that he could be surrounded by so many knights, that he could ride the dragon-scale horse of the mighty steed, and that he could wear a magnificent tunic with a collar high on the back of his head and covering his ears, and that there must be only the noble Earl, and besides, the fellows in front of him were not saluting.

The Count of Pefors, with his dragon-scale horse between his legs and a leather whip in his hand, greeted the peasants as if they had not heard of it, and there was no need to be surprised.

When he had left the manor and turned onto the avenue, the Count of Pefors jerked his horse and let it run faster, overtaking carriages and pedestrians along the way.

For those nobles who rode in carriages, the Count of Pefors was despised, how could the nobles who were knighted by strangling magicians and all kinds of heresies give up their pride, give up their chivalric instincts, vanity is also the original sin!

The Pefos family was the first knight family to follow the church and the king against the Magic Empire, and was able to obtain the title of earl by virtue of the strength and immortal feats established by generations, including the Count of Pefos himself, who had been promoted to the knight of heaven before the age of forty, and obtained the title of "guardian dragon", and his hands were stained with the blood of evil magicians and various heretics.

Dozens of dragon-scale horses galloped and rushed all the way into the city, and the knightly attendants guarding the gate saw the sign of the Pefors family from a distance and got out of the way, not daring to intercept and inspect at all.

Roar!

The Count of Peforth pulled the reins, and the drake-scaled horsemen rose. A dragon-like roar erupts from its mouth.

The knights who followed behind made similar movements, stopping the horses almost instantly.

"Good evening, Lord Count. At the door of the villa, there were already two people dressed as nobles.

They wore the fashionable two-layer jacket inside, with many buttons made of precious stones, and a high-necked coat on the outside, pinned with numerous accessories.

Count Pefoss rolled over and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your hard work." ”

These were the two barons of his county, who had helped him to gather a private gathering of the nobles who were closer today.

"It's our pleasure. The two barons replied respectfully, leading him towards the villa.

The Count of Pefors did not smile. But in his heart, he was very satisfied with the attitude of the two barons. This would make him feel the glory and authority of the superior and the high nobles.

In the hall of the villa, there are several long tables, where steaks, roast chickens, and hungry food are placed, and there are already many nobles holding wine glasses, gathering in groups to talk.

"Good evening. Lord Earl. "All the nobles greeted the Count of Pefors at the first time.

Count Pefors raised his right hand and waved, "Everyone." Good evening. ”

He enjoyed the occasion. Rights and places are always fascinating at this time.

After handing over the horsewhip to the accompanying knights, the Count of Peforth prepared to preside over the party, but at this moment. The attendants guarding the door brought in a clergyman dressed in holy white robes.

"Your Excellency the Bishop, please go to the church. "Although the young clergyman spoke politely, the skin of his face was tense, and there was not a hint of a smile, giving him an unusually arrogant feeling, but none of the nobles present felt that it was inappropriate, this was the shepherd of the Lord, and even if he was dissatisfied with his attitude, he could not show it in the slightest, otherwise the night watchman of the Inquisition would come to the door.

"Is there anything nervous?" asked the Count of Pefors, reservedly.

The clergyman's eyes seemed to be looking at the ceiling: "I don't know, Earl, you will know when you get to the church." ”

Such an attitude made the Count of Pefors secretly angry, and the clergy of the church did not even have the most basic courtesy?

However, he controlled his emotions and said expressionlessly, "Okay." ”

"By the way, Earl, it's past six o'clock in the evening, and no one can ride a horse except the knight on duty. The clergyman added in a stiff tone.

Count Pefors secretly clenched his fists, only to feel a wave of anger rushing to his head, as an earl, as the lord of this city, he didn't even have this privilege?

After the clergyman finished explaining, he drew a cross on his chest: "I hope you will rush to the church as soon as possible, Count, and only the truth will always remain!"

"Only the truth lasts forever......" Count Pefors drew a cross with deep eyes, deciding to endure, what can he do if he is not patient? Fight against the church? A god-like, nearly fifty cardinals and holy knights of the legendary rank, and a seraph who can come at any time, what can he fight against? This is a force that is even more terrifying than the three major magic empires in the past!

Moreover, as the remnants of the Magic Empire gradually cleared up, the Church relied less and less on its own nobles, and its attitude became worse and worse.

The carriage drove slowly to the city church, when it was dark and cloudy, and it seemed that the rain would fall later.

Rumble!

The thunder exploded, the silver-white electric snake lit up the sky, and the Count of Pefors looked up at the sky, stepped out of the carriage, and entered the church.

"Good evening, Your Majesty, allow me to pray to the Lord first. Count Pefors said politely, having completely eliminated his inner discontent and resentment.

The city is the county capital, close to the port of Padre, the location is important and relatively prosperous, so the bishop is a newly promoted cardinal Field, who bows his head gently: "This is your piety. ”

After praying before the cross, Count Pefors smiled and said, "I wonder what you have to do with me, Bishop Lu?"

"According to the Night's Watch report, there have been signs of magician activity in this area recently, and I hope the Count can put more effort into tracking down." ”

"It's my responsibility. The Count of Pefors replied casually, waiting for the Bishop to consult with him on more important matters.

"Very well, then you can go back and arrange it, Earl. Field smiled.

"Nothing else?" blurted out the Count of Pefors, astonished.

Field raised an eyebrow, "What else is needed?"

The anger in the heart of the Count of Pefors rose in a moment's time. Summoned me for such a trivial matter? Just send someone to tell me! When what am I? Church dog?

"Or maybe you don't think it's important enough, Count. Field's smile faded.

Count Pefors tried to suppress his anger: "Forgive me for my eagerness to devotion to the Lord, Lord Bishop, since there is nothing to do, then I will go back at once to arrange the matter of investigation." ”

He walked out of the church with the same expression, and entered the carriage, where he sat in his place like a stone statue, until the carriage drove some distance, and the roaring thunder continued to sound, and his face suddenly turned iron-blue, and the back of his hand grew one golden scale after another.

"It's so disgusting! I don't treat us nobles as equals!" said Count Pefors, gritting his teeth.

Bang la blah. Torrential rain poured down. The night was even darker, and the howling wind blew the branches and leaves of the trees along the roadside, and from time to time leaves and debris fluttered on the carriage.

Pop, raindrops hit the roof of the car. It's like playing a musical instrument. The Count of Pefors looked out the window at the darkness of the night. It was difficult to calm down for a long time, and his expression was slightly confused, this is the true status of the nobles?

Knock knock. Knock, knock, three rhythmic knocks in a row sounded near the car window, startling the Count of Pefors to turn his head in astonishment and growl, "Who?"

Being able to approach silently without being noticed by himself, a sixth-level heavenly knight, the strength of the other party is enough to be called terrifying.

"A reckless visitor. A slightly muffled female laugh could be heard outside the window, unnoticed by the coachman in front and the knight behind him.

"Who the hell are you?" Count Pefors narrowed his eyes, a layer of golden dragon scales appeared on his exposed skin, and his pupils turned into golden vertical pupils.

The female voice with a little magnetism said loudly: "Earl, don't you invite me in for a sitting?" Are you worried that to this extent, I really want to sneak attack, I won't remind you just now, for a strong man of your or my level, what is the blocking of the carriage?"

A person who is very proud and likes to hit others...... The Count of Pefors judged inwardly, and after a moment's deliberation, he opened the window carefully.

A bright red figure flashed in, and sat across from the Earl of Pefors.

A high-ranking magician...... Count Pefors's vigilance was raised again, ready to make a move, but his eyes suddenly lit up, because this was a young beauty as bright as fire, she was petite, wearing a bright red magic robe, her facial features were delicate, her eyes were like blood, and her whole person was full of life.

The rumor that female magicians like to transform their appearance seems to be true, but doesn't it mean that high-level mages will have a lot of strange appearances due to the in-depth transformation of their bloodlines and the pollution of various experiments?

"Being in a daze doesn't help solve anything. The bright beauty on the other side seemed to be a little quick-tempered, and said without detour, "Earl, don't you want to change the status quo?"

"The current situation?" repeated in a low voice from Count Pefors, then sneered, "discuss the current situation with a stray dog-like magician?, ma'am, we are not on the same steps, by the way, what shall I call you?"

The petite beauty's face sank: "Just call me 'Storm', as for the current situation, I think the domestic dog also has to worry about its own status." ”

Is this the attitude of communication? The Count of Pefors couldn't laugh or cry at the magicians for sending such a lady over, and he wouldn't suffer at all!

However, his expression became solemn, and although the lady was not polite, her words were directed at the problem she had just been worried about.

"Time is running out, I'm almost at your villa, I'll just say it. "Lady Storm" didn't care about the change in Count Pefors's attitude, and said angrily, "The value of your nobles' existence is to help the church fight against magicians, elves, dragons and other heretical races, if you lose your value, then it is any difference from the general public, and what kind of place you have depends on the mood of the church." ”

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Moreover, compared to ordinary people, nobles with good strength will be secretly guarded by the church and slowly weakened, so you have to understand where your value is reflected and you can't let it be lost." ”

After finishing speaking, she did not wait for the answer of the Count of Pefors, she directly turned into a shadow and disappeared into the carriage, this kind of thing, it is impossible to talk about it at once, it must be contacted and communicated step by step.

The Count of Pefors looked at her vanishing night, his expression calm, his eyes flickering, and he fell into deep thought.

Outside the window, the rain was roaring, the thunder was roaring, and it was pitch black, like the end of the world. (To be continued......)