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The attendants of the Earl's Court all know one thing, when the Earl puts himself alone in the study, it is when he is most unhappy, and during this time period, he must not be disturbed, otherwise, the consequences will be serious. The most practical example is the first Grand Steward of the Earl's Court, who committed this taboo and was never seen again.

Yes!

There is no one in life, and no corpse in death.

Since then, this taboo has been circulating in the Earl's Court, and to-day, when the Earl returned from the Ecumenical Council, he went into his study until the evening, without eating, drinking, washing, or greeting his servants.

This made the attendants feel as if they were calm before the storm, and they even walked with some caution.

In the room, Count Milou quickly twitched the pipe on the corner of his mouth, and there was a flicker of fire at the gorgeous emerald mouthpiece, and between the spouts, from the corner of his mouth, two puffs of gray smoke poured like a whistle, and with the power of his profession, it was sprayed several meters away.

There was only one candle on a candlestick in the whole room, and the firelight flickered on and off, and the room under the reflection was filled with smoke and unpredictable, like a monster with teeth and claws, as if it was choosing people to devour.

It seems that he has not eaten for a long time, and Milu at this time looks a little sluggish in addition to his old age, his gray hair is messy, his clothes are wrinkled, his eyes are full of bloodshots, and if you look closely, those eyes are flashing with sometimes warm, sometimes cruel light.

Milou and his sister Madame Merry are half-elves, their father is human, but their mother is an elf, perhaps it is the magic of love that brings them together and has children, but there are still few places like the rose collar on the whole continent, and the relationship between humans and elves is not harmonious, and half-elves are not tolerated by elves, let alone humans.

When he was very young, their parents died in the hunt, and from then on, he wandered with his sister, and from then on, he grew up under her care.

He remembered that his sister had been chased and beaten for a piece of bread, and when he finally snatched it, he put it in his mouth, and he was so hungry that he heard his sister's stomach rumbling when he devoured the bread.

He still remembers his sister laughing and telling him that she had eaten and that she was not hungry.

He remembered one time they were walking through a wooded area when they encountered a wolf beast, its sharp fangs and bloodthirsty eyes still echoing in his nightmares, and it was his sister who told him to run first, leaving himself in the way.

He still remembered that when he ran away in fear, and when he returned in fear, he saw his sister covered in blood, and said to him with a smile that the wolf beast had been killed by her, and that there was meat to eat today.

He still remembers the street corner in winter, and it was his sister who blocked the biting cold wind and let him sleep soundly in the warmth.

He still remembers that under the tree in the summer, it was his sister who helped him fan the wind and give him a little shade.

The only memories of his childhood were misery and hunger, and his sister's best care, and it wasn't until they got better with the Rose Collar.

There is no discrimination against half-elves, there are people here who are willing to hire them to work, here they are fed and clothed, they used to think this is heaven.

And here, my sister also showed a strong professional talent, and successfully changed careers, and here, when they met Harvey Igor, their fate really changed.

Many years later, with Count Milou and the Monroe family, the original past seems to have gone with the wind, and he is even more reluctant to be mentioned by others, because it is disgraceful, because it seems that the Monroe family is shallow.

It was so long, so long that he thought he had forgotten all about it.

But today, when he was about to make a decision, to be precise, the decision had been made, and only the final order remained, he remembered all this again, he remembered the warmth in the cold wind, he remembered the piece of bread when he was hungry, and the smile under the bloody face.

That's my sister's laugh!

If he really makes a decision today, he will betray his sister, and he will also lose his sister.

But do you really want to give up? Give up that supreme position, give up this only chance?

I don't know when Milou began to be obsessed with power, because of power, those untouchables trembled at his feet, because of power, those nobles listened to him complimentally, because with power he could drive all the people to run for it with a word, and in a fit of anger the heads of people were rolling, and blood flowed like rivers.

Because he is obsessed with power, he longs for greater power, and sets his sights on that supreme position.

He longed for the blue and glorious throne so many times, the submission of the people, the feeling of being on top of the world, so much so that later, when he attended the Grand Duke's Council, he did not dare to rest his eyes on the throne for too long.

For he was afraid, afraid that the burning heat in his eyes would betray his ambition.

So, ask yourself, are you really willing to give up?

In the whirlpool of affection and power, Milou struggled, time passed, until the flame in his pipe had burned out, and the smoke in the house had choked, Milou trembled and took out a palm-sized piece of paper, yellowed pages, with a magic circle shining on one side and white and clean on the other.

The quill shook in his hand, so that he could only hold it with a fist, and he wrote a word twisted like a tadpole, and almost murmured: "Sister, don't blame me, really don't blame me!"

The word was formed, the pen stopped, and the magic communication paper began to burn, and in the flames, the word shone as if it was alive, and in the middle of breath, the paper burned out, and then in the middle of nowhere, the word would appear on a corresponding piece of paper.

The word is...... Kill!

As a result, the former warmth was defeated by the desire for power!

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Ivory White Witch Tower, top floor, living room.

Grand Wizard Carey Miso was an old man with gray hair, a long beard that dragged down below the knees, all like silver threads, sunken eyes full of transparent wisdom and depth, and with baby-like skin and elegant temperament, no one would doubt him if he went to the staff and put on the scholar's robes.

Of course, it is his nose that destroys his image as a whole, which is tall but curved like a hook, which makes him look a little gloomy.

As the de facto controller of the Ivory White Witch Tower and the well-deserved leader of the Rose-Collared White Wizard, there are very few people who have been able to let him receive him personally.

But tonight, he appeared in the living room and personally received the guests in front of him.

Grand Wizard Miso nodded leisurely on the table, his fingers tapped lightly, and said with a somewhat contemptuous expression: "The purpose of your coming today seems to be to make me give up breaking my oath?"

His guest was not a life in the conventional sense, but a shadow, human-shaped, but very short, black as ink, although the facial features had a rough outline, but not clear, especially when the shadow twisted, these facial features were elongated or distorted, and it looked extremely strange and penetrating.

His voice is not like a human speaker, but is shaking the space with an inexplicable force, thus forming a kind of sound wave transmission without the slightest emotion, just listen to him: "We are not asking His Majesty to violate the agreement with the Igor family, and we also believe in His Majesty's credibility."

However, it is just a matter of standing by at a critical moment, or turning a blind eye to certain crises, and since Grand Duke Harvey denied His Crown's request to expel the temple and execute the caster, hasn't His Crown done this?"

"You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense!" Grand Wizard Miso's smile was a little cold:

The shadow seemed to be very unconcerned, and flickered for a moment, as if making a shrug of his shoulders, and said again: "It's true that few people like to hear the truth, and since you don't like to hear it, then don't talk about it."

I'm here to beg you today, after all. ”

"Please, but why should I agree?" Miso pouted and smiled, but his eyes were indescribably solemn:

"The matter is lost, you have no loss, at most one rescue is not in a hurry, I don't believe that the Igor family can do anything to you. If it is done, haha, you will get what you want most, and you will also complete the one thing that the ivory white witch tower master of the past generations wanted to do the most.

Steady profit and no loss, there is no risk, what a good buying and selling transaction, I don't believe you still haven't agreed. The shadow seemed to be somewhat determined and said:

"What do I want the most? joke, I want to be a legend, can you help me do it?"

"Legend, what's wrong! I annoy you people the most that you talk and do things in a secretive way. Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense, you just give me an answer, right?"

This time, Miso was silent, and he paused for a long time before he said, "Then what do you say I want most?"

"Ivory White Witch Tower, isn't the true control of this Ivory White Witch Tower under your feet something you have been thinking about for a long, long time, but have not done?"

Another long silence!

After a long time, a voice echoed in the room: "Okay, I promise!"

PS: This chapter was actually stacked most of it last night, but in the end it didn't stand up and fell asleep.