Chapter Forty-Eight: A Bone Spear
The streets outside the Sobis auction house are filled with all kinds of gorgeous horse-drawn carriages.
The carriage, made of gold and sterling silver and decorated with ostentatious baroque reliefs of archangels, is the seat of the Holy See of Light. It is rumored that the dignitary of the Holy Landing City, the Deputy Secretary of State of the Senate, Armitage, came in person, which is also the highest-ranking leader of the Holy See to visit the Duchy of Lorraine in recent decades.
Not far away, a carriage with no ornaments, painted with a blood-red eye logo on either side of the car, came to a quiet halt on the side of the road, and the driver leaned on the dark, fat and strong Flickiema, and looked at the Light Cultists across the street with unkind eyes. He was dressed in the most ordinary linen robes, except for a golden oak medal pinned to his chest protrusively.
The mark of the blood-red eye, the chauffeur of the Grand Knight level, there is no doubt that this is the person in charge from the Inquisition Hall of the Dark Holy See, whether it is the head or the deputy director sitting in the car, it is the top ten people on the Bounty List of the Holy Light Holy See.
And arching around these two carriages, are the gorgeous carriages carved with family crests, these bright and dazzling badges, all of them are famous families on the mainland, they are very tacitly arranged according to the noble rank of dukes and marquises, and the carriages of the "Golden Balance" family, due to the status of earl, are parked on another street.
In terms of the current situation on the mainland, in terms of national level, the national strength of the Duchy of Lorraine can rank in the top three, comparable to the Habs Empire in the dark camp and the Hannosen dynasty in the Holy Light camp. But for some reason, in the course of hundreds of years, the Golion family has rejected the canonization of the Holy Light Holy See five times, and the successive Dukes of Lorraine have not even been willing to use the title of "Grand Duke", whether internally or externally, they still call themselves dukes.
This led to the fact that the big families in the duchy were naturally shorter than other nobles, and the "Viper" Medici ruled the Nasser territory for hundreds of years, and had always been a duke family. Count Siegel was even more miserable, obviously rich and rivaling the country, but in some high-class gatherings that paid attention to the red tape of aristocratic etiquette, he had to sit with some penniless shabby households with empty countdom titles, and accept their obvious compliments and sycophants, which was one of the reasons why Buchko did not like to participate in aristocratic socializing.
Belon looked at the traffic outside the window, the endless prosperity, and sighed in his heart the great charm of the black dragon pigment, he even saw his family's badge in the carriage, thinking that those brothers and sisters came from so far north, and it must be a starry night to arrive on time, and I don't know how many horses died on the way.
Peron was born into a large family of the Hannonsen dynasty, but for some reason, he eventually parted ways with his family and came to Lorraine incognito to become an auction appraiser.
"Belon, long time no see. While he was thinking, an impudent voice sounded behind him, and Veron smiled bitterly and turned around.
"Long time no see, Master Merlin. ”
Peron is old, and he is highly respected in Lorraine, and the only person who dares to call him Belon a child is the "Arcane Tyrant".
Merlin didn't look like an archmage at all, he leaned against the doorframe with his staff on his shoulder, like a wandering warrior.
"The old guys are walking, dying and dying, and there are only a few left in the whole of Lorraine, and when I went to Sobis today, I suddenly remembered that you were still here, so I came up to take a look. "Merlin's old friend reunites and seems to be in a good mood.
If a third party had been present at this time, he would have been shocked to hear Merlin's words. Merlin is known to be withdrawn, short-tempered, and difficult to get along with, and the nobles of Lorraine basically agree with the idea that it is more difficult to become Merlin's friend than to win the dwarven "Maklara".
When Veron heard this, he just smiled faintly, "Thank you Master Merlin for your concern, since I came to Sobis, I have lived in seclusion every day, and the work of the appraiser is boring, and over time, there will be no Yaxing to visit old friends." ”
Merlin looked at Veron and said in a deep voice, "You gave up the study of magic?"
"As I said before, the work of an appraiser is boring, but it is also tedious, and I spend my days immersed in the vast texts that are as obscure as the starry sky, and I really have no energy to do anything else. ”
"Are you really unwilling to be an archmagister?" Merlin's voice was filled with regret.
Peron looked into Merlin's eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was calm without a trace of waves, "Where is the end of magic?"
Merlin was silent, only shaking his head slightly, indicating that he could not answer the question.
"Some of those masters who are willing to pass the threshold of the Great Magus before they are forty, but if they pursue it any further, they will never leave the tower again in their lives. ”
"Whoever can get a glimpse of the truth, the Father has his own plan. Veron made an inverted triangle gesture on his chest.
"I just think it's a pity, you were the most promising to take over the Death Lord's scepter and become the next master of the Bone Manor, but now ......"
Peron interrupted Merlin in a rare way, "Lord Merlin, in my opinion, it doesn't matter if I can become the next Lord of Death, I have dedicated my body and mind to my Heavenly Father, and I only want to be his most faithful servant and walk the world according to His will. ”
"Besides......" Belon's eyes flashed with a gleam, "Even if I give up the practice of necromancy, but those powerful white bone dukes, let them stand in front of me and dare to take a bone spear from me?"
Merlin seemed to see Beron decades ago, the undead genius with amazing talent in the Bone Manor, the perverted boy who defeated more than a dozen mages of the same level with just one bone spear spell.
"Of course not. Merlin replied with a smile, "The courage of those skeletons is as rotten as their castles. ”