Imperial Border, Titan Base Camp.

In the heart of the lush forest sits a dense camp tent, the sound of hammers can be heard in the air, and the soldiers of the Titan Legion are working hard to repair the burned buildings.

Shiloh walked out of the tent and began his daily rounds, wearing a gray leather jacket and a delicate cloth bag around his waist, which contained a few magic crystals to help him deal with emergencies.

The magician's face was slightly pale, and it had been five years since he last came to the border, and he was still suffering from severe soil and water adaptation.

Shiloh coughed from time to time, and the bridge of his nose was red from the cold, and it was not a good thing to suffer from typhoid fever in the depths of winter.

The temperature around him was low, and the biting cold wind penetrated into his collar, and Shiloh couldn't help but tighten his neckline. With a frown, he surveyed the inside of the camp, the dry climate of the north made it difficult for him to adapt.

"Your Excellency, Essit has sent an emissary to see you. A voice suddenly sounded behind him, and Shiloh turned around, and the person who came was the leader of the patrol team.

"Oh?" Shiloh's face changed slightly when he heard this, and he said, "Where is that person now?"

"Right at the gate of the camp, the soldiers at the sentry are searching and interrogating him for details, but he says that he must convey the news to you in person. The soldier replied word for word.

"Well, I'll go now. Before he could finish speaking, Shiloh's figure disappeared in place, and in an instant he appeared at the gate of the camp.

"Just tell us if you have anything to say, Prime Minister, can you see what you want?!"

"Lord Victor told me to tell Lord Shiloh in person, or I won't be able to explain. ”

"Bah, you bastard commander, burned all our food for the winter!"

"That is, if the captain hadn't stopped me, I would have cut off your little head and hang it at the camp gate!" a soldier with a sinister face scolded.

Shiloh followed the prestige and saw a warrior in an Esit uniform surrounded by several soldiers.

"Prime Minister, you're here!" The more than ten soldiers at the sentry saw Shiloh walking towards him, and immediately bent down and saluted, not daring to make any more loud noises.

Shiloh nodded, and slowly walked over to the Emissary, who stood aside, still staring at the man with angry eyes.

The messenger's face was a little swollen, and it seemed that he had suffered a lot before. Shiloh noticed that the other party's body was trembling uncontrollably, and couldn't help but start to look at the other party's young face carefully, it turned out to be a young man in his early twenties!

Shiloh was slightly stunned, and his mind began to think about what Victor's purpose was in sending a recruit to meet him.

"Prime Minister, can you change places? The envoy felt the unkind eyes around him, and said helplessly.

"No need, let's talk about it here. The soldiers around him couldn't help but snicker, Shiloh was not a reasonable person.

The messenger was stunned when he heard this, he obviously did not expect the other party to answer him like this.

Shiloh snorted coldly and said, "If you continue to waste my precious time, I will definitely make you pay the corresponding price." ”

"Mistress Victor has asked me to tell you word for word—" The messenger paused, then continued, "Owen Heathrand is now in my possession, and if you don't want him dead, come alone to the camp of Essit to negotiate with me." ”

"What?!" the surrounding soldiers immediately shouted angrily when they heard this.

"Interesting...... the expression on Shiloh's face didn't fluctuate in the slightest.

The messenger continued in Victor's tone, "I swear in the name of the gods that I will let Owen and you return safely, whether the negotiations are successful or not. ”

"This guy is crazy, Lord Shiloh, you must not agree to such an unreasonable request!" The surrounding soldiers suddenly exploded and began to talk.

"What are you kidding, how could we, the Prime Minister of the Titan Empire, risk meeting that damn Essit bastard!"

"Silly boy who hasn't grown any hair, hurry back to your hometown and drink milk!" burst into laughter at the camp gate.

The emissary's face became paler and paler, and he was eager to find a crack in the ground and get in.

"Are you done?" Shiloh smiled indifferently, and his tone became surprisingly kind.

"Go back and tell Victor that I accept his invitation. Willow's voice was not high, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Oh my God, what the hell does the Prime Minister think!" said one of the soldiers, his mouth wide in surprise.

The cold wind howled through the woods, and there was a rustling sound in the woods. The withered yellow leaves swirled lonely in mid-air, and the entire Titan camp was shrouded in a heavy aura.

"Yes—my lord, I'll go back and report to the general!" the messenger didn't expect Shiloh to agree to his request so simply, and hurriedly opened his mouth to leave.

He was a recruit who had only joined the army for less than a year, but Viktor had entrusted himself with this extremely dangerous task.

It has to be mentioned that Victor guessed Shiloh's personality accurately, and he was confident enough to guarantee that Shiloh would agree.

This famous iron-blooded prime minister naturally has little interest in ordinary trivial matters, and is obsessed with the practice of magic and the improvement of astrology.

Adventure is Shiloh's life credo, and as the continent's premier magician, few people can mention his competitive spirit.

Victor's words are subtle, and he manages to pique Shiloh's curiosity. As the saying goes, curiosity kills a cat, but when his strength reaches his level, I'm afraid it is no longer applicable.

Looking at the back of the messenger fading away, Shiloh's heart was not as calm as usual, and he sighed contentedly.

"Owen, that guy is too composed. Shiloh thought as he looked down.

"But that Victor is really interesting, and I want to see what tricks you can play!" Shiloh thought of the grim smile that curled into his mouth.

Shiloh began to walk back, ignoring the soldiers' repeated dissuasions, and simply released a mute spell, and the whole world was immediately cleared.

"Rescue Owen first, then make plans. Shiloh muttered to himself as he sat by the warm fire in his tent.

"It seems that Ith and they have all died—" Shiloh sighed and continued to think, "Duke Roland's supplies haven't been delivered yet, do you want to send a team out to investigate?"

Shiloh was imagining in his mind what might happen when he went to Camp Essit, and after a while, a deep drowsiness hit, and he slowly closed his eyes and lay down on the hardwood bed and fell into a deep sleep.

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Moon, Starlight Inn.

"Filin, it's time to get up!" Rosie unceremoniously ripped the quilt off Filin's body, and he suddenly woke up from his sleep.

"Duke Roland is waiting for us downstairs, why don't you go wash up quickly!" Rosie looked at Filin with a sleepy look on her face, and said angrily.