Mick rushed back into the room and pulled out a box from under the bed that he had dug out of Michelle's coffin when he left Norristown, containing His Majesty's reward for him, and the necklace the girl had given her.

Mick took out the strange necklace and quietly activated the realm, under the eyes of his insight, the seemingly ordinary necklace actually shone with a faint brilliance, and the pure magical energy in it was slowly flowing, obviously a high-grade magic equipment.

However, to Mick's surprise, the magic circle in this magic necklace has been artificially modified, and although it is very subtle, it cannot escape Mick's eye of insight.

Although he didn't know what the specific results of such a modification would be, he vaguely understood that after being modified, the function of this necklace had changed greatly, and it was very likely to cause strong side effects to the wearer.

And so it was......

Could it be that my bloodline is not collapsing naturally, but artificially?

Could it be that Michelle's martyrdom is also boring?

Is the whole thing a conspiracy, and what role do the mystery teams and the Beckman family play in this?

Why is there a mix of high-ranking warriors of the Church and secular knights of the Empire in the mystery squad?

What does all this have to do with the imperial capital magnates who secretly supported Dirk's murder of him?

Mick had a series of terrible questions in his mind, and cold sweat ran frantically down his forehead.

The sudden fear activated the alcohol in his body, and the feeling of chaos and paralysis instantly swept through his body, leaving his brain blank.

Mick went limped and fell backwards. Ilona exclaimed in surprise and hurriedly stepped forward to support him, but the large size gap between the two made Ilona have to hold on to him so that she could barely support him and not fall.

Mick was shocked. He smelled the faint scent of Ilona's body, felt the plump touch of her hot body, and a stream of heat rushed from his lower abdomen to his head, mixing with the excess alcohol, draining what little shred of his sanity had.

Almost subconsciously, he stretched out his arms and wrapped his arms around Ilona's slender waist hard. The delicate body was like a sponge, the crystal skin was as smooth as jade, and the delicate curves were toned and attractive, constantly impacting his fragile psychological defenses.

Mick seemed to have been struck by a bolt of lightning, and he began to tremble incessantly, and the pain and self-blame that had been suppressed for so long were like a torrent of eruptions, and then transformed into the most primitive desires, driving his hands to constantly explore the delicate gel.

Ilona instinctively tried to push the hands away, but Mick seemed to have turned into a beast, and her struggles seemed weak in comparison.

The intense feeling that I had never experienced before was like a tsunami, engulfing Ilona in an instant.

She felt like she was about to suffocate, her heart was beating so fast that it seemed to fly out, and the strength in her body was drained at all, so she could only lean limply against Mick.

Like a drowning person, Ilona struggled to wake up with the last shred of reason, but when she held Mick's head with both hands, she saw a tear-stained unfamiliar cheek.

In an instant, Ilona felt that a certain heartstring that had been hidden in her heart for a long time was suddenly plucked forcefully, and the strong shock that came from it completely shattered all her reserve.

She sighed deeply and shyly wrapped her arms around Mick's neck.

Outside the door, Carl sat in the corner, staring blankly at the dancing candle flame amid waves of gasps, and did not say a word for a long time.

"Good...... It hurts...... "In the early morning, Mick slowly woke up rubbing his groggy head, he felt as if he had been beaten by a raging snow bear, and there was no place in his body that was not sore.

"Here it is...... My room?" The waking consciousness returned to his brain bit by bit, mixed with some dreamlike, real and false and inappropriate fragrant pictures.

When he saw the object of the fragrant picture clearly, Si ...... immediately gasped, and fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

"Are you awake?" Ilona walked into the room, smiling at Mick with a sunny smile, two cute dimples adding to the playfulness.

Mick was startled as if he had seen a ghost: "Ilona...... You...... I...... Last night......"

Ilona smiled and said, "Last night you got drunk and made a big fuss about yourself, and Carl and I had a lot of effort to get you to bed." ”

"That's it?" Mick asked, his eyes wide, confused.

"What else do you want?" Ilona was surprised.

"I mean...... I...... Is there a ...... for you Belch...... It's just ......" Mick was so stumbling that he couldn't say a word for a long time.

"What do you do to me? Do you have the guts?" Ilona snorted disdainfully, giving Mick a big blank look, "Alright, don't play dead, let's go downstairs for lunch, I'll have to rush back to church in a while." With that, she turned and walked out of Mick's room.

Mick let out a long breath and lay back on the bed, muttering to himself, "It's a good thing it's a spring dream...... The defiled saint will be tied to the stake and burned, if she is awake, it is okay, there is no memory at all, then it is not a big loss?

Phew, I'm a nobleman, how can I have such a dirty idea......? Actually, it's not bad to think about it, Ilona's girl has been getting more and more watery recently, and her long legs are ...... The big breasts...... That upturned ass...... I wonder if I'll get beaten if I touch it?"

Mick thought wildly, oblivious to the strange way Ilona walked, the bruises and tooth marks hidden under her collar, and the deep loss that flashed in her eyes when she saw Mick take a breath of relief.

In the dining room, Ilona and Carl were eating breakfast quietly, Carl was uncharacteristically not gobbling up, nor chattering, looking preoccupied.

"Friends, after thinking about it last night...... Well, after all that thought, I have an important decision to announce. Mick smiled and walked into the dining room, smiling and settling down in the chair that belonged to him.

"I decided to go to school in the Imperial Capital, the Imperial War College. As he spoke, Mick pulled out a yellowed admission notice with the words "Admission time is not limited, September every year" in beautiful floral letters.

"Why go?" Karl wondered.

"Isn't it natural for a nobleman like me to go to the imperial capital for higher education?"

"Death to be honest?"

"Okay. Mick put away his cynical expression and showed a rare solemnity: "You can also see, I only have ten years...... It's one of the six great families of the empire, or ...... There will be some other conspiracy. I have no money, no power, and very few resources in my hands, and the only thing that can change my fate is this thin piece of paper. ”

"But you're already a magical alchemist. ”

"Magic alchemist?" Mick laughed and said, "Don't talk about magic alchemists, they are ordinary magicians, do you know how much gold they need to consume in a year?

Oh yes, a magician's fighting power is directly proportional to his wealth! To get ahead in the field of magic, the amount of gold needed is absolutely astronomical, and the most we lack is money!

What's more, Erica and Conrad have all surpassed the fourth level and stepped into the ranks of mid-level magicians, and they have the full support of the Beckman family behind them, but I can't even afford to find a decent teacher. I'm afraid I don't have any other options than to go to the magic department of the Imperial War Academy. ”

Mick let out a long sigh and continued, "Also, the Beckman family is powerful, and a magician may be a high-ranking existence for ordinary people, but it is not a challenge for the Beckman family at all. Manpower is sometimes poor, and if you want to deal with such an enemy, you can't just fight alone, you have to learn to take advantage of the situation.

As long as I can successfully graduate from the Imperial War Academy, I can join the War Mage Corps, if I am lucky, I can accumulate enough military merits, and even have a certain right to speak in the Imperial Military Department, at that time I barely have the capital to fight against them, so ......"

"When are you leaving?" Ilona asked faintly, interrupting Mick as she was talking, no joy in her tone.

For some reason, hearing Ilona's voice, Mick always felt a pang of weakness in his heart.

He cleared his throat and said boldly, "I will go and study with Master Thomas for a month, and then I will leave after a month......

Ilona nodded and said expressionlessly, "I'm full, I'll go back to church first." With that, she got up and took off her trench coat and walked straight out the door.

"Hey, Ilona......" Karl called out to her, but she didn't seem to hear and walked out the door on her own.

Mick looked at her lonely back, his heart was inexplicably a little heavy, and he shouted in a ghostly voice, "Hey, Ilona, aren't you going with me?"

Ilona hurriedly turned around, her eyes were already hazy with tears at this time: "Follow you? Do you want to be sold by you again? You tell you the truth, did you not plan to stay for a long time in the first place, you just used this place as a temporary foothold, right?"

Mick was so heavy by Ilona that he forgot to lie and nodded mechanically.

"In that case, then why do you want to break the peaceful life of me and Carl? you selfish ghost, go and break into your imperial capital, I don't want to be treated like a fool anymore......"

With that, Ilona turned and left, disappearing into the woods.

Mick stared at the place where Ilona had disappeared, his lips dry, and he couldn't say a word.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly he felt a large hand slap his shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will accompany you to the imperial capital, remember to buy me a good sword. ”

Mick looked back and saw Carl's somewhat complicated smile.