The Westheil Empire, the imperial capital.

The city of St. Wieshal, the capital of the entire Wieshal Empire, the cultural, military-political center, and the seat of the Emperor of the Wiesshele Empire!

Compared to the Kelnilo Empire, Wieshal is located closer to the center of the continent, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the city of St. Wieshal is the center of the entire continent.

The greatest wish of all citizens of Wishaler is to be able to obtain the right to live in the imperial capital in their lifetime, and in the imperial capital, you can enjoy the ultimate as a human being.

Money, power, women!

The city of St. Wieshal is a symbol of sacredness and majesty, with tall spired towers that seem to break through the constraints of the world, wide stone streets, aristocratic manors with vines, and bell towers that ring on time, all tell the story of the civilization of this ancient empire. It was the epitome of gentlemanly and aristocratic culture, and a place of glory for knights and magicians.

The northern city of the imperial capital is where the palace of the Wishaler Empire is located, and outside the palace, the residences of the nobles are built as if they are surrounded by arches guarding the palace, and the higher the title, the closer the location of the palace.

A well-decorated carriage hurried into the North City's Wieshal Boulevard, the wide road devoid of pedestrians or horses, and the horses' hooves left a crisp, rhythmic sound on the pavement. Finally, the carriage stopped in front of a tall mansion.

The horse snorted twice, the gate slowly opened, and the waiter, dressed in elaborate uniform, walked out of the courtyard briskly and took the reins. The driver of the carriage turned over and dismounted, and bowed down on the road on the left side of the carriage.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a middle-aged man in a sky-blue robe stepped on the back of the coachman and slowly stepped out of the carriage.

"Lord William, my master is already waiting for you inside. The waiter in front of the manor bowed respectfully.

"Lead the way. ”

......

"William, you're here. ”

In contrast to the luxury of the manor, the décor of the living room in the mansion was much simpler, with bright chandeliers, crackling fireplaces, and silver candlesticks on either side of the conference table, illuminating the whole room - the curtains of the rooms were all drawn to maintain the privacy of the guests.

"Hmph, you're comfortable here. William walked to the high-backed chair next to the conference table, sat down unceremoniously, and drank the blood-red wine from the goblet in front of him: "How is it, Kelill?

"You can rest assured that no rumors have been revealed. ”

The owner of the mansion, Duke Kelill, had short silver hair tamely clinging to his skull, and his eyes under the hooked nose flashed with candlelight: "What is the attitude of Valthas?"

"Who knows what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds. William slammed the goblet in his hand on the table and made a dull noise: "The price they offered is not low, but they also said that we are in a mutually beneficial situation, and as long as we can meet their conditions, Valsas's side will help us as much as possible." ”

"Shit!" Kellir cursed in a low voice, "What do you mean to help as much as possible? ”

The room fell silent, save for the sound of the fireplace beating.

"By the way, did you figure out what happened to Maylis?" said William suddenly.

"Hmph, this stinky bitch, almost bit me back. Kelil snorted coldly: "Fortunately, this mobilization has a wide range of contacts, so I got this slut into Valthas, but this guy is still a Purple Star Knight, and I don't have that much right to monitor the whole process." That Maylis, it seems that one of her sisters has escaped. ”

"Lord Duke, you mobilize some local forces and see if you can find it, don't spoil a pot of soup because of a mouse droppings!"

"I don't need you to teach me here. Kelill's fingertips tapped on the red carpet cloth on the conference table: "As long as you are still in Wishal, you will never be able to escape from my palm!

William's brows furrowed, he also realized the seriousness of the matter, once he left the empire, Kelill's hand did not dare to stretch out too far, in this small northern city, on this small Westhale Boulevard, there were still many pairs of eyes staring here.

"Don't worry about this for now, I'll definitely find a way to deal with this. Kelill slowly poured the wine into the goblet: "You went to the Northern Army this time, Commander Paul, what is your position on the magic weapon?"

"These knights with troops, all of them fritters, said that as long as they could defend the glory of Wishal, as long as it was the decision of His Majesty the Emperor, he would follow. William sneered: "If you want to get the support of these people, it's not so simple, unless you can get an edict from His Majesty the Emperor." ”

Kellill got up from his seat and walked straight to the fireplace not far behind him, the fire which lit his somewhat gloomy face.

"Anyway, this time, thank you for your hard work, the matter of magic weapons, I will continue to find a way to listen to His Majesty's tone. Kelil said in a deep voice: "In two days, I have to trouble you to send someone to Kyrnilo." ”

"Kyleniro?" William's face changed, "You've figured it out." ”

"Hmph, if you only look at the results and don't care about the process, history will always be written by the winners. The muscles on Kelill's face twitched: "As long as it's fragrant meat and bones, no matter how good the dog is, it's going to bite it." By the way, you say, it's what Walthas meant. ”

William looked at the imperial duke in front of him, driven by ambition, the decisions he made would become more and more crazy.

William's body trembled slightly, and for the first time thoughts of regret and fear sprouted in his heart, and he would never forget that night, the resentment and unwillingness in the eyes of Maylis, the young knightess, who often appeared in his nightmares.

In William's subconscious, his physical instinct was to resist Valthas, to the north of the continent, and the closer he walked, the closer he felt himself to those eyes.

"Well, Count William, I'll leave this matter to you. Kelill smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly above his hooked nose, like a falcon.

William's heart sank, where there is sunshine, there must be shadows, since he has chosen to go to the darkness of Wishal, then he can't turn back what he says.

"Yes, Lord Kelill......"