Nero walked down one of the corridors of the mansion with a very gloomy face, and those who knew him well knew that he was in a very unhappy mood at the moment.

Seeing his arrival, the guards stationed in the official residence saluted respectfully.

Following the spiral staircase, Nero made his way to the top floor of the mansion, stopped outside an office, and regained all the negativity on his face and returned to his former calm and confidence, at least on the surface.

He is the future heir of the House of Vismal, the current vice-governor of the province of Azero, and with his status and position, no one will do anything in Azero, and no one will dare to question it.

But in front of the man behind the door, Nero had to show the most perfect demeanor at all times, without the slightest gaffe.

Nero knocked on the door.

"Come in. The voice from behind the door was elegant and majestic.

Nero pushed the door open.

The office behind the door is spacious and luxurious, retaining the characteristics of the Duchy of Azerolia's era, and its new owner has added the family coat of arms and flag of the House of Wismal.

On the wall hangs a map of the whole of Azero, clearly outlining every village, from the city to the village, and the market town.

Behind the office is a snow-white terrace overlooking the vast Azeroya Plains and listening to the north wind.

A silver-haired man with a mustache sat upright in a chair, holding a wine glass in one hand, crossed his legs, and leaned sideways, taking a moment to take in the view from the terrace.

With the eyes of his high-level dragon veiners, he could even look out at the mountain peak at the end of the plain, and even observe the whole picture of a goshawk flying over the mountain.

Nero respectfully bowed to the silver-haired man, who was his own uncle by blood, and by position, he was his immediate superior, a courtesy that was necessary from any point of view.

"Uncle, I think we have to do something with the golden clover. Nero straightened up and said solemnly, "I suspect that the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce is in collusion with the rebels in Azeroa. ”

"Oh, tell me what you think. The middle-aged man didn't turn his head, raised his glass and took a sip.

Although the middle-aged man's words were very flat, Nero felt a trace of pressure for no reason, and he said in a low voice: "There is a Blizzard Mage in the Golden Clover Chamber of Commerce, who has the level of a crown mage, and can cast [Blizzard] alone, causing the snow wolf to be wiped out on the plains. ”

The silver-haired man said lightly: "It's not surprising that there are one or two survivors in the Blizzard Mage Regiment, and it's normal to join the Chamber of Commerce dominated by the Azerians, which is not much evidence." ”

"But..."

Nero said unwillingly, "We can't just watch our people die in vain and do nothing, right?"

The silver-haired man turned his head and glanced coldly at his nephew.

Nero felt a chill run down his spine.

"You were wrong from the start. The silver-haired man said indifferently, "The idea of striking the golden clover is correct, however, you should not use the strength of the family itself to do this, once you fail, the banner of the family will leave an indelible stain,"

"Even if the golden clover really colludes with the rebels, it doesn't make any sense, just like the number of ants can't threaten the dragon. ”

The silver-haired man said, "A clever dragon must be good at putting away his claws first, and then wait until the right time and place to strike, so that he can catch the most valuable prey." ”

Nero bowed his head to show that he was taught, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his uncle did not blame him for letting the eight family warriors die on the plains because of his own assertions, which was already a very desirable result for him.

"However, your actions this time are not without credit. The silver-haired man turned around, the vertical lines in his silver pupils flashed with a cold luster, and a faint dragon power diffused out.

Nero's body trembled involuntarily, although he had completed the awakening of the silver dragon bloodline, and his magic power was close to the holy realm, but he knew very well that in front of this man, he was no different from a young child who had just learned to walk.

The strongest man of the Vismal family, the dragon knight Marquis Caulfield, put down the wine glass in his hand and said lightly: "Just show up, there is no need to hide." ”

"Hehe, Lord Marquis, I didn't expect your perception to be as sensitive as it was back then, I just stepped into the square, and you noticed it. A chuckle came from behind Nero, startling the young dragon veiner and almost breaking out in a cold sweat.

At such a close distance, as a dragon vein, he didn't realize it at the first time, and the strength of the comer can be seen.

A bright cluster of magical flames appeared in the office, and in the flickering flames, a magician in purple robes strolled out, holding a slender staff with the tip of the staff shaped like a dragon's claw, holding a dark red magic crystal.

The magician was an old man, probably in his seventies, with a lilac peaked hat on his head in the shape of a cone, just like the wizards disguised by the children around the campfires in folk festivals.

However, Nero didn't laugh, and a spellcaster who could easily use the arcane and elemental dual-attribute combined spell [Fire Jump] would never be a ridiculous wizard pretending to be a ghost.

When he saw the red dragon on the lilac peaked hat, Nero immediately knew where the other man was coming from.

The Yusel family, one of the eight dragon vein families of the dynasty, and the inheritors of the red dragon bloodline.

"Rudis Uther, see Your Excellency the Governor. In front of Caulfield, the old man bowed respectfully.

Hearing the name Rudis, even the arrogant Nero couldn't help but be moved.

He had already heard that Rudis was a dragon warlock who had been famous for many years in the dynasty, and had gone to the Holy Empire's Royal Academy of Magic to study fifty years ago, and now he had the strength of a crown-level magician, and was one of the most important members of the Yusel family.

Such a big man was also sent to the province of Azero?

Nero felt as if something big was about to happen.

"Lord Rudis, don't be polite, I have heard that you have an unexpected harvest on the plains of Azeroa, and you have good news to inform me. Caulfield said. "Let us hear your judgment. ”

Rudis straightened up, glanced at Nero who was standing next to him, and chuckled lowly: "Speaking of which, this is also thanks to the unintentional actions of Young Master Nero, without the heroic sacrifice of the Silver Dragon Warriors he sent, I would not have been able to discover such important information." ”

He still had a smile on his face when he said this ironic remark, but it was a smile that didn't smile.

Nero felt his cheeks burn, and he would have been furious if he had stood here again, but in the end, he managed to restrain his anger well, and just clenched his fists quietly.

Caulfield ignored his nephew's ugly expression and said lightly, "Go on." ”