The Count of Longverde, now Chinese New Year's Eve eight years old, was dressed in a red-and-black hunting suit with a dark purple ribbon hanging from his right shoulder. The square face has deep sunken eye sockets, a hooked nose, and the wings of the nose are raised so high that the flesh below the bridge of the nose collapses inward to form two deep furrows.

At first glance, the unspeakable Earl wore a round hat with a mink tail around it, and the center of the hat was embellished with the golden double-headed eagle of the Empire.

He took two steps and crossed the threshold, followed by two well-dressed retinues. One of them was an officer, with one hand pressed to his sword and the other to his lower abdomen. The two blazing bear-eyes made no secret of their hostility towards Alexey, and followed the Count like a brown bear guarding its cubs, as if it might let out a deafening roar at any moment.

The other, a clerk with a pen and paper in his hand, reminded Alexei of some anecdotes about the Ortarion family.

Legend has it that this ancient Northland family has always had a quirky fetish, and each of their successful heads of the family is fond of Lingyi to be followed by a number of secretaries who are proficient in writing and ink.

The secretaries were of a transcendent position among the Ortarion's clan, with extremely high salaries and only responsible to the head of the household. But compared with their generous treatment, the secretaries had to do only one simple and simple thing—that is, to record in detail who the head of the family had met in the middle of the day, what he had said and what he had eaten...... These records gradually accumulate with the inked paper, and as long as nothing happens along the way, the detailed notes of each time period after the death of each dying head of the family are enough to pile up an entire room.

The Ortarions also built a huge family library for this purpose, and kept their unique hobby at the cost of a large annual maintenance payment.

They must have been deeply intoxicated with it.

Although Alexei couldn't understand why Ortarion was so keen to keep track of his daily life, he had to admit that Ortarion's more than 100-year-old tradition was rewarded, and sometimes, in order to pursue the truth buried in a certain history, the scholars of the empire would always think of the great library in the north for the first time.

Count Longverde had obviously learned about Alexei from Frankinika or something, and as soon as he walked into the side hall, he did not hesitate to show his friendliness, and after giving Alexey a big hug, Longved, the lord of the twin cities, made a special face-to-face salute with the mage of equal status.

"Oh, my friend, don't be so inhibited, I've been interested in magic since I was a child, and I have many mage friends. Please feel like your home and I would like to welcome you warmly. ”

After saying the welcome speech, Longved then turned to Lan Meng, gave a gentlemanly bow with one hand to his chest, and said, "You are Alexey Adrian, the seventeenth seat of the Council of Mages of Oncor, right?" So, who is this lady?"

His voice was low and full of the magnetism accumulated over the years: "Would you like to introduce me to it?, Master Alexey, your female companion should also be an outstanding mage, I am full of anticipation." ”

He looked at Alexey, but Blue Dream spoke before the mage, "Blue Dream, a nameless person. ”

"Before you speak to Lord Earl, should you take off that sneaky disguise? As soon as Lan Meng's words fell, the officer behind the earl suddenly attacked, and as soon as he pressed the arm of the hilt of the sword, the blade stopped in front of Lan Meng's neck.

The female mage, whose whole body was still imprisoned, couldn't help but take a step back in fright, her nervously and quickly narrowed eyes staring at the cold and shining sword tip, and her palms were already slippery and sweaty.

"Chris, step aside. ”

Longved let out a low shout, but the officer remained unmoved.

"Lord Earl, if she dares to offend your dignity, we must punish the disrespectful. ”

This time, Longved didn't say anything more.

The scene fell into an eerie silence, Chris's long sword went straight to Lan Meng's throat, he slowly moved forward, took a small step, the cold blade against the soft flesh on the girl's chin, dangerous as if it could cut through the delicate skin at any time.

This is temptation.

Maybe it came from the earl's personal instructions, or maybe it was just a tacit understanding between master and servant for many years. But Chris's sword is aimed at Blue Dream, but in fact it is challenging Alexey's authority and dignity.

The dilemma Alexei now has two options......

One is to choose the humiliating concession, and watch the Count's lackeys ride on his back in ecstasy, wielding the sword that is forced in the face is known to all.

The second is to choose a silent counterattack, so that the rabid dog who dares to reach out knows the pain, but it stops immediately, and will not damage the count's face.

After all, Alexei also has Ortalion in the Northlands, and they should not be prejudiced against each other over a trivial matter.

At the very least, Alexei can't show his narrow-mindedness in this matter.

If you chop up a soup just for the sake of a pet dog that someone else has baffled at you, then Alexei is likely to attract the hostility of Count Longved, who thinks that he has no strength and no etiquette, and that he is a brute dog from the kingdom.

It's not that Chris is important to Laurenved, but that it comes from the blood aristocracy, their faint sense of superiority rooted in class.

Alexei could not allow the Count's apparent friendship with him to be destroyed in such a direct and brutal way, for Ortarion had to be his aid in the Northlands, and not even the slightest slip-up was allowed.

However, those who have the strength do not need to think too much.

The silent spell followed the gesture to mobilize the magic power, the sword body held by Chris was quickly entangled with a layer of black mist, and the domineering officer suddenly felt a strong force in his hand to shake up, he didn't notice it for a while, and his hand was loosened, and he let the long sword lead his wrist to the side and slash out, and there was still the earl standing beside him, Chris's heart pounded, and panic flashed in Ben's smug eyes: "My lord, get out of the way! I, I'm out of control!"

"Ahh

He tried his best, using both hands on the sword, trying to regain control of the weapon that had suddenly gone berserk, and shouted in his mouth: "No, damn it! Damn the devil, stop it, you come this way for me!"

"What are you doing!"

Count Longved was also startled by him, and hurried to the door to avoid it, but as soon as he took a step, the two of the earl's brows immediately frowned together, and the corners of his mouth, which had been smiling slightly at first, gradually calmed down.

He watched expressionlessly as Chris was scrambled by a sword, jumping around, his two crooked legs followed by the long sword like a madman. Alexei didn't know what the count's expression was in his heart, but it certainly wouldn't be too good.

Eventually, the mischievous longsword finally stopped its frightening playfulness, and Chris, who was afraid that he would stab the Earl as soon as he let go, was forced to chase the magic on the hilt of the sword and cross the threshold together, and tripped on the instep of his foot, and immediately lost his center of gravity.

When he stood up again, Chris's light blue burqa was covered with ash like a clown, and the image of a soldier who had been hard built up in the past was inevitably lost.

"It's a stab, it's a stab!"

He straightened up angrily, threw his sword aside with palpitations, and stared at Alexei without blinking: "I know, you must be making trouble, evil mage!"

"What are you doing in a daze, arrest him quickly!" he yelled at the attendants, who were holding back their laughter and covering their mouths with their hands not far away, but his voice was followed by a merciless reprimand from Count Longverde.

"Enough is enough, don't you think you've lost enough people yourself? Chris, you're so useless...... I...... Forget it, get out of here, don't let me see you again!"

"Wait, sir......"

Chris just wanted to open his mouth to argue, and stepped into the side hall, but at a glance he saw the count's gloomy face that was about to drip water, and suddenly, even if his lips were still moving, the voice in his throat became slightly slighter unconsciously, and finally, he had to respond with a cry of "yes", picked up the long sword in a gray manner, and quickly ran out of the corridor.