"The pagan incident of the rise of the Necromantic Guild in Airy has almost devastated the local economy, and the imperial court has taken it very seriously. And the countries of the country have also expressed concern about the establishment of the alliance that you proposed....."

"That's enough..... Bishop Ronis waved his hand tiredly, stopping the archpriest from continuing to report. If the church hadn't summoned the other two high priests for some reason, he really didn't like to let this subordinate take care of these things. He asked in an old, feeble voice, "How is that wanted warrant prepared?"

Grand Priest Cuthbert took out a portrait of a young man clearly depicted on it, and a line of small print underneath stated that this person was a priest of the Academy of Magic. After being found to have colluded with the Necromantic Guild, it was extremely dangerous, and a reward of 5,000 gold coins was offered. This is not the same as the wanted of the elves, not just through civil organizations such as the Adventurers' Guild and the Thieves' Organization, but with the power of the state and the church to search for them throughout the continent.

Five thousand gold coins. In the past decade, one of the largest and most dangerous bandits on the mainland has only one-tenth of the amount of money wanted by this person. As soon as this wanted notice is distributed, everyone in all the bounty hunters, thieves' organizations, and mercenary groups will nail this piece of paper to their bedside, remember the shape of each of his hairs clearly, and use all methods to find out what his personality is, what his habits are, his past experiences, his favorite food, his walking habits, and even the posture he likes to use when he farts. And as long as there is the slightest rumor about him, there are definitely tens of thousands of followers who flock to him. Even the degree to which the former world's number one beauty and the world's number one romantic genius are sought after and missed is completely nothing compared to this person.

Bishop Ronis glanced at the figure destined to be remembered in the hearts of countless people with a hazy eye, shook his head, sighed, and said, "You haven't forgotten the most important point. It should be noted: you must not hurt his life, you must live. ”

"Yes. I prepared it right away, and then told the others to distribute it. Grand Priest Cuthbert put away the portrait. There was an excited look on his ugly face, and even Bishop Ronis could sense that his emotions were indeed a little excessive. "Lord Bishop, you cultivated him so much, trusted him so much, I can't imagine that he would collude with the Necromantic Guild......"

"Alright, you stand down. I'm tired. Bishop Ronis waved his hand in annoyance. "It's up to you to announce this to the others. ”

Things finally got to the last step he wanted to take. Although this matter has not been announced yet, it is only a matter of time. As soon as this wanted notice is issued, his hard work and hopes will be in vain. Bishop Ronis closed his eyes, he had never felt so old.

The Grand Priest did not exit the small study, but stood where he was.

"What's the matter?

"And... Inham and Duke Mlak have asked to see you. ”

"Inham, why is he with the Duke? Let them in. Bishop Ronis frowned, although the Marquis was a friend of him, but it was a very personal relationship, and he rarely met him on such formal occasions. And today he came with Duke Mrak, which is even more eccentric. He suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something strange about the Grand Priest's body, and looked at him, "What's wrong? What are you nervous about?"

"No.... It's just that.... I thought of how hard you had been cultivating that priest, and I couldn't have imagined that he would fail your hard work like this. The Grand Priest lowered his head, his old-fashioned face twitching unnaturally. It seems that the excitement just now has not passed.

Bishop Ronis sighed, shook his head, and did not speak. This subordinate has always had some opinions about his unconventional promotion of newcomers, probably because he is jealous. This is also a person who takes power and gain and loss too seriously.

Archpriest Cuthbert went out and walked in with Inham and Duke Mrak, and then the Archpriest stood behind Bishop Ronis, and the Duke and Marquis bowed together to the bishop: "God is with you, Bishop." ”

Bishop Ronis nodded slightly and asked, "There is a footstep with you outside, who is it?"

"It's just a casual little man, just let him wait outside. The Duke replied respectfully.

Bishop Ronis asked, "Is there anything about the two adults coming to me?"

Duke Mrak stepped forward first, bowed his head and said, "I've already heard that the priest is actually colluding with the Necromantic Guild. So I'm here to give you a briefing. One night the other day. I saw him jump out of the window of the little girl's room and escape from the street and disappear, I went to ask the little girl, and although she didn't say anything, I could tell that they must be ..... well. I really have no way to teach my daughter, and I let my daughter and this kind of person..."

"I'm sure you wouldn't be talking this nonsense on purpose. Bishop Ronis waved his hand. He was still so weak, but the flames in his eyes, which had been weak, suddenly flashed. He was in a very bad mood and tired at the moment, and he had no interest or energy to engage in the formulaic performative perfunctory nature of officialdom with the duke.

The Duke smiled, and at last seemed to show a sly expression that should be in line with his intentions, and said, "I mean, if the Bishop really wants to arrest him, he might as well use the little girl as bait." As long as the news is spread out in the right way, let him know the critical situation of the little girl, and he will definitely appear when we expect it....." His expression returned to the sincerity it had been at the beginning. "I just want to share a little bit of your worries with the Bishop..."

The fire in Bishop Ronis's eyes condensed again, and the focus fell on the duke's amiable face.

This is indeed a very simple and effective method, and it is also very consistent with the duke's unscrupulous way of doing things. But in a way, it's almost certainly an inevitable trap. Bishop Ronis's heart moved.

But the bishop's attention was immediately diverted. He had a vague sense that even this seemingly insidious plan was not the Duke's intention to come here, and he didn't need to show favor to himself or join forces with him.

Bishop Ronis didn't take his eyes off the Duke's face. There should be something unexpected under that chubby, sincere countenance.... But now that he was so exhausted that he didn't have the energy to think deeper, Bishop Ronice's eyes involuntarily drifted again. He ignored the Duke and looked at Inham and asked, "Is there anything wrong with you?"

"I've heard about his escape. The Marquis whispered. "I was surprised. ”

"I was just as surprised. Bishop Ronis sighed again, he had sighed a lot today. I'm really old, he thinks.

"I also heard that he didn't even see you in front of you, and just left, right?"

Bishop Ronis nodded in a weak posture characteristic of an old man.

"Didn't he leave you with any words or a message?"

Bishop Ronis shook his head.

"Oh. The Marquis nodded. Today he looks very strange, without the slightest bit of vitality and vitality in the past. He hesitated for a moment, and sighed, and his sigh was also full of helplessness and powerlessness. "Actually, I'm here today to say something to you. ”

"If there's anything to say, let's talk about it slowly. I'm tired. ”

"Nope. It must be said now, and it must be said here. The Marquis's expression was so serious that it seemed to be completely incompatible with his character, and there was also solemnity.

Bishop Ronis waved his hand to both the Duke and the High Priest: "You all stand down first." ”

The marquis actually waved his hand resolutely and said, "No. This is an important thing. They must be here too. ”

Bishop Ronis frowned, everyone seemed to be a little strange today. He was really tired and annoying, but these things were more inexplicable than the other.

"You know, I have very few friends. The Marquis stepped forward, his expression and voice lonely. His voice was low, and he suddenly used air magic to make it hear, a conversation that only the two of them could hear.

"If a person's identity is very special, whether it is high or low, good or bad, it is difficult for him to make real friends. The Marquis continued. He looked up and sighed, then looked down at Ronis, the sadness in his eyes even deeper.

Bishop Ronis couldn't help but nod slightly and let out a long sigh. Indeed, he is probably the one who knows this best. Although this did not seem to be the right place to talk about such topics, Bishop Ronis believed that the Marquis did have some special reason, and he could sense that there was something unusual in his friend's eyes.

The Marquis walked up to Bishop Ronis and reached out to take his withered hands. "And you're one of my friends. The loneliness and helplessness in his eyes deepened, and there was even sadness. His hands were cold, clenched tightly, and his words were sincere. "Ever since she died, you've been very nice to me and trusted me for the past twenty years. I really think of you as a good friend too. ”

Bishop Ronis felt Cuthbert's breathing suddenly heaviness and his heart beat faster. Probably angry at this very rude act of this person he has always looked down on.

The Duke of Mlak in front of him still had that sincere and honest expression.

The Bishop had a vague sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was there.

"But I'm going to tell you one thing now. I know you'll be surprised to hear it. The Marquis bowed his head and leaned over to Bishop Ronis's ear. Although their conversation was inaudible, he still used this posture, as if it was really a very secret and embarrassing thing. His voice was still as sincere. "Do you remember the last time that vampire came .....out of nowhere? I'm actually a necromancer. Today I'm here to help them kill you. ”

The light in Bishop Ronis's eyes suddenly burst into a sparkle and condensed, almost turning into two real flames to illuminate the old friend in front of him. Shock, anger, unwillingness, sadness, these expressions instantly squeezed into a ball on his thin face.

He was so angry not only because of this confession that was completely beyond his imagination, but also because of the murderous aura and the cold feeling that appeared behind him.

There was no pain, just a cold, tingling sensation that instantly entered his body from outside the skin behind him, and the front end almost touched his heart. This feeling, which didn't seem too intense, was frantically devouring the life force of nearby bodies, and even the mana in the body was beginning to solidify. It's not just poison, it's poison with a strong curse.

This knife can only be the masterpiece of the Grand Priest of Cuthbert standing behind his back.

It's a despicable sword, and it's a very clumsy one.

The High Priest is by no means a good murderer. From the very beginning, his breathing and heartbeat were completely abnormal, and the murderous aura that burst out before the shot was also clearly felt. Even people who aren't very clever should be able to spot and avoid them in advance.

But Bishop Ronis was not able to perceive it. Because he was really tired, and his mental strength was already very haggard. Even if he noticed the abnormality of this subordinate, he didn't dig deeper. And the words that came out of the marquis's mouth were so amazing that he didn't have time to react at all to the murderous aura that appeared behind him. So the deadly sneak attack succeeded without incident.

But a successful sneak attack does not mean that the assassination attempt was also successful.

White magic instantly surged through Bishop Ronice's body, surging towards the wound in his back. There was no need to recite the prayer at all, and the light of the two high-level healing magics of 'Rebirth from Fire' and 'Exorcism Spell' immediately flashed on him, and the curse and damage were immediately suppressed. If you only talk about the cultivation of magic, even the Pope on the continent may not be able to defeat Bishop Ronis. No matter how serious the injury was, no matter how severe the curse, as long as it was not an instant death, it could be suppressed under the full force of his white magic.

The face of the Grand Priest of Cuthbert behind him had changed. He was nervous all the time, and he was even more scared when he saw the light of healing. He knew better than anyone else the magic level represented by these two high-level healing spells in an instant, and he realized that this old man's magic power had already exceeded their expectations and imagination.

He drew the assassination dagger, this time stabbing Bishop Ronis in the neck. An ugly face was tormented by hideousness and tension to the point that it no longer resembled a human form.

Unfortunately, the knife only pierced a blue-white electric shield that suddenly appeared behind Bishop Ronis. There was a crackling sound, and the whole of the Grand Priest's people bounced off.

From the moment Cuthbert made his move, the Duke had stood there unmoved, and even his face had always had that sincere expression. It's just that when the high priest was bounced away, the corners of his eyes twitched.

Although he had known for a long time that Bishop Ronis was not easy to deal with, he did not expect that it would be difficult to deal with to this extent.

The dagger was poisoned enough to kill an elephant. But this emaciated old man in his last years not only endured it, but was also able to knock down the assassin in an instant with an instantaneous magic.

But even so, the duke did not move, he could not move yet. He was already the last link in all plans, and if he didn't succeed, the whole plan would fail. He had to wait until an absolute last chance. Now it's a battle between the poisonous curse on the dagger and the white magic of Bishop Ronis.

At this moment, only Bishop Ronis could feel it, and another wave of magic came silently from his hand at this very opportune moment.

The Marquis's face was still so sad and stagnant. His hand was clenched so tightly that Bishop Ronis couldn't pull it out even if he tried hard.

The magic fluctuations that came from this transmission were not sharp or turbulent. It's just like a stream of stinky mud that continues to pour into his body, staining and blackening the muscles along the way, and then using the extremely corrosive smell to pull the magic fluctuations and resonance of the whole body. The two healing spells he had just put on himself immediately crumbled like dirt under the stinking water.

'Flesh and Bone Decay' This is the double erosion of necromancy and dark magic, if it weren't for the divine white magic stirring in this body, the body would just turn into a mass of rotten flesh that even rats and flies would be interested in the moment it came into contact with this fluctuation.

"You...."Bishop Ronis's voice was hoarse. The mana poured out of his body, and white electric sparks began to explode around his body, which immediately condensed into five white balls of light.

"The wrath of the Elf Thunder of Electricity, in the name of my life..."Bishop Ronis finally roared a hoarse incantation. He had given up on healing and gathered all his magic to attack. Five thunderbolts of light floated in the void above his head and arranged in a pentagram formation, and the electric light in the middle began to show a milky white holy light, gradually evolving into a magic array. It was the final blow at the cost of all his magic and his life, and as long as his spell was completed, there was no way the three of them would have escaped in one piece.

Wrath of the Titans. It is a forbidden spell created by the fusion of light magic and air magic.

It's almost a magic that exists only in theory. It is rare for a magician to be able to cultivate air and light magic to the top level at the same time, and the most important thing is that the power of this magic is simply uncontrollable, and the unimaginable destructive power will turn everything including Fang Yuanli Xu and the sorcerer into powder.

But Bishop Ronis is now using this magic. He wasn't afraid of hurting the innocent, and he wasn't afraid that even the entire Academy of Magic would be shattered in this powerful explosion. That would be better than the Academy of Magic and the entire empire falling into the hands of these three assassins.

He had understood that it was a long-planned assassination, and that the significance of the assassination was so profound and sinister that even the two assassins would not have understood it, and that he had to inform Sandru of the same fate.....

It was at this time that Duke Mrak moved. As soon as he moved, that kind and sincere expression disappeared completely, replaced by an extremely murderous aura. It turned out that his chubby face, which seemed to be born with a kind expression, was so majestic and majestic once it was completely cold.

He knew very well what a top-notch great magician's dying blow meant. He had to wait, wait until Bishop Ronis made a move, and wait until the bishop's magic was nearing its end and he could no longer change his moves, so that his attack could interrupt his magic while killing him with a single blow.

He stepped forward, drew his sword, and stabbed all in one go. The chubby body now showed the agility and coordination of a cheetah, and from the moment he moved, to the next moment he was already in front of Bishop Ronis, the thin sword in his hand piercing through the Bishop's Adam's apple with unmistakable accuracy.

The voice of the incantation immediately became hoarse, and the last few characters remained in his throat, and there was no way to break through the barrier of the sword body and rush out. The rapier peeked out from the base of the bishop's neck from the bottom to the top, so accurate that it pierced his medulla without even touching the bone.

It was an injury, or rather death, that no amount of magic or healing could unrecover.

Maybe he's really right to go. Bishop Ronis finally had only a vague idea. As soon as his body was crooked, he was so soft that he was on the table. One of the most powerful magicians on the continent, the most prestigious bishop of the Church, the spiritual pillar of the Empire of Love and Grace, and the old man who still held on to the great hope of light, died.

The assassination was successful.

But there was no lightness or joy on Duke Mrak's face. The expression of the Great Priest next to him, whose face was already pale, began to distort, and his face turned even bluer. They all looked at the five white spheres of electric light floating in the air.

The magic array has disappeared, the wrath of the Titan God can no longer be activated, and the thunder and lightning magic array in the air has been restored to an ordinary thunder bomb, and the power is already different from that forbidden spell.

But even so, these five are still the most offensive high-level magic in air magic. Just any one of them would be enough to blow the room to shreds. They may be able to escape with their abilities or survive the explosion, but everything that happens here will not be hidden in the explosion.

Duke Mrak and the High Priest couldn't help but stop breathing. The five thunderbolts float lightly in the air, and the slightest movement of air can cause them to collide with each other, or fly out against a wall or other object. The duke's slender eyes were not at all gentle as usual, and the light as sharp as a knife stabbed fiercely into the face of the great priest whose face was already the same as the floor. He was not a magician himself and did not know how to solve the current situation.

Only then did the Grand Priest come to his senses from his fear. He first folded his hands and pointed them at the five thunderbolts in the air, and muttered a mantra. Then he looked at Duke Mrak and said, "I don't have such a high level of attainment in air magic, so I can only fix the magic like this.... It's up to you to figure it out. ”

"Come and help, you don't want to die. Duke Mrak said to the Marquis. Although he didn't know much about the Marquis's magic level, and he wasn't even sure if this loser, who had only been in the magic academy for a while, would remember magic now, and he didn't trust this temporary helper, but now there was no one else to count on.

But the Marquis did not move as if he had not heard at all. He didn't seem to hear, he didn't seem to see the five little things floating around his head that could turn him into meat sauce. His expression was full of sadness, loneliness, and apology, and he still held the hand of Bishop Ronis, who had been murdered by him, and looked at the bishop's eyes that were completely closed.

Duke Mrak glared viciously at the unproductive loser. There's no time to worry about that anymore. Cuthbert would never stay in the air for too long, and it would be impossible to expect these little things to dissipate on their own, so he had to take action himself.

The Duke froze and took a deep breath. Standing still, he slowly reached out and slowly sent the thin sword that had just stabbed Bishop Ronis to the side of a ball of light, and it was not until the tip of the sword was almost touching the edge of the ball of light that his hands and shoulders surged with force.

Rapier and his wrist moved at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye, and it seemed that he was only shaking. The ball of light began to light up, and then it split into countless tiny white dots of light that flew into the air.

The Duke breathed a sigh of relief, this improvised method really worked. But a fine layer of sweat also soaked from his forehead.

Not just because of nervousness, but also because of tiredness. Just now, it seemed like it was only a half-blink of an eye, and he slashed out dozens of swords with the power of his wrist, and the sword qi was also attached to the sword, which destroyed the entire magic structure before the violent mana brewing in the thunderball could react. The skill, speed, and sword qi are all brought into full play, without the slightest deviation. Such a delicate and swift slash would take no less energy and spirit than a great battle.

The Duke froze, stood still, and slowly stretched out his sword and slashed forward with swift and incoherent slashing, and the second thunderbolt was once again completely disintegrated into a simple scattered magical element. The duke's sweat was already pouring down.

When the third thunderbolt turned into a point of light again, there was a small crackling sound, and the other two thunderballs moved under the fluctuating shock, almost colliding together. The Duke took a few steps back, his face flushed and then pale.

The duke's vest was soaking wet. He was already a little powerless with the third sword just now, and his sword qi and sword swing speed were both defective. The most important thing was that the magical impact of electricity from the breakdown of the thunderball almost bounced him out. His right hand, shoulder, and even half of his body are numb now.

Cuthbert's ugly face was already the same as a sun-dried pork liver. Maintaining such a static environment seemed a bit reluctant in terms of his cultivation, and everyone could tell that he couldn't hold on for long.

There were two more floating in the air. The ball of light wasn't big, and the pure white color and the electric light around it seemed to be beautiful, making a small sound. But the Duke looked at it like he was looking at two terrifying ancient beasts.

The Duke closed his eyes and took a deep breath, sweat cascading down his fat face and onto his chin, dripping down his cheek. He exhaled sharply, and swung his sword again. The fourth thunderbolt was finally disassembled again. But there was also a muffled sound.

The noise was not loud enough to alarm the people of the cathedral outside. Even though the Duke was very tired, this sword that concentrated almost all of his energy and energy still cut off almost all the magic fluctuations in the thunderball, and slashed all the magic fluctuations, only about one thousandth of the mana reacted, and a small explosion occurred.

The power of this explosion is not even comparable to a larger firecracker, and it will definitely not hurt anyone, but it is definitely fatal in the current situation. The last thunderbolt floating in the air didn't explode directly, but it was shaken by the explosion and flew towards the wall next to it.

Cuthbert's ugly face darkened and he fell to the ground, protecting this terrible little thing from turning into a huge explosion in the shock, which had already exhausted his mental power that he had been trying so hard to support.

The duke's face was no better. The sword just now was already the limit, and it was impossible to swing it again in a short period of time. And slashing the magic ball full of devastating explosive power without enough sword energy and speed skills is equivalent to stabbing the explosive bag with a burning torch.

The speed at which the thundering bomb flies is not fast, and it can be seen very clearly. For the first time, there was a look of despair in the duke's eyes. He never believed in any religion, and he had just killed the bishop with his own hands, and he even began to pray for a miracle from heaven.

But a miracle happened. Just as the white ball of light was about to touch the wall, it suddenly stopped, then turned a corner, flew out of the small window above, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed into the sky and disappeared into the daylight.

The Duke paused for a moment before turning his head to look at the miracle maker. It's actually a marquis who hasn't been there all along.

The Marquis put down the hand that had raised the air magic, looked at the duke's surprised eyes and said lightly, "It's nothing, it's not some advanced magic. It's just a little trick that I can master. His expression was still gloomy, and he sighed as he looked at the corpse of Bishop Ronis on the ground, his eyes full of sorrow and sorrow. "Do what you have to do. ”

The Duke's slender eyes narrowed, and he did not hide his look of wariness, and swept back and forth on the Marquis's handsome face, which was perfectly matched by his status as a prodigal artist, but found nothing of note. He turned his head to look at the great priest who was struggling to get up from the ground, frowned and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine. Cuthbert took a few breaths, shook his head, and looked with some surprise at the Marquis, the scum he had always looked down upon. But he wasn't very surprised, this is really not a profound ** technique, but he has mastered air magic exquisitely, maybe this scum just likes to use these little tricks to fool people.

The Duke nodded, finding some reassurance in the look of the Grand Priest. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, sighed with satisfaction, and then put on his signature smile again, and his expression completely returned to his usual kind and friendly state, and said to Cuthbert as easily as a merchant who had just completed a satisfactory deal and was now waiting for the end of the transaction, "Then go on." ”

Cuthbert struggled to pull Bishop Ronis's body into a corner, pulled over the coffee table to the front, and walked out.

Soon after, the high priest came in with a man again. It was the man standing outside the door that Bishop Ronis had just heard. He was a young man in his twenties, quite thin and tall, with a figure similar to Asa's, and he was wearing a set of priest's clothes, and a hat on his head that covered half of his face. He looked around with a little restraint and curiosity, but immediately bowed his head under the eyes of Grand Priest Cuthbert and did not dare to move.

He was originally just a street gangster in a village outside the royal capital, but he was inexplicably arrested by a few people a few days ago, and then these people who seemed to be nobles and officials said that they would arrange a task for him and complete a big reward. I didn't expect to be brought to the magic academy in the royal capital by them dressed like this today.

The high priest took a small leather bag from his bosom and threw it to the young man, saying, "Pour these on yourself." The young man opened the skin, and there was a small bag of blood inside. He poured blood on himself and on his face, as the high priest had commanded.

"Alright. Now you're going to turn around and run out of here, out of the Academy of Magic. Do you remember the route we gave you?" archpriest Cuthbert's eyes glared menacingly. "Well, do you remember?"

"Remember....." the young man nodded apprehensively.

"Don't be afraid. We're just playing a game. The duke's kind voice always calmed people's hearts, and the fact that he had taken out another gold coin in his hand immediately freed the young man from his fear and filled him with obedient fighting spirit. "Listen, if you get there faster than we expected, I'll reward you with one more gold coin. ”

"Yes. The young man's powerful answer showed that he would immediately create the fastest pace of his life.

"Go ahead. The duke waved his hand generously, and the young man immediately showed the strength he had expected and ran out.

There were already a lot of people in the cathedral outside, and it was all arranged by Cuthbert. The young man must have bumped into someone when he rushed out with all his might, because there was a faint exclamation coming in. "Isn't that the priest? "Why are you hurt, so much blood...", "Priest, please slow down....."

Finally, even Cuthbert's rigid face began to smile. As for the young man who ran so vigorously, his footsteps under the power of the gold coin were certainly not something that those who caught up later could catch up. As long as he follows the route that has been set for him in advance, he will soon disappear into the streets of the royal capital. And then before long, he will disappear from this world forever. Because his role has been completed, and what has been done must disappear.

The blue light of teleportation magic suddenly lit up in the room, and the marquis next to him didn't know when he actually opened a teleportation scroll. After the light, his people were gone.

"What is this idiot doing? where did he get the teleportation scroll?" said Cuthbert as he glared at the air after the marquis's disappearance.

"He's not stupid. The Duke smiled lightly. "He's so smart that he knows he's done with it. So I fled. ”

"You have to find a way to kill this guy, right, Lord ......Duke," the Grand Priest was halfway through his words, and suddenly felt himself flying. His lips were still moving, but he couldn't make any sound.

Flying in mid-air, he also rolled a few times, taking in everything in the room. Bishop Ronis's body was still there, and the Duke was wiping the blood from his sword as he backed away as he dodged the blood that had spilled. In front of the duke, blood shot out from the head and neck of a headless corpse, and the corpse was collapsing, and the figure and clothes looked familiar.

Thump. He fell to the floor, looked up at the Duke crookedly, and finally vaguely heard the Duke whisper, "Yes." I know. ”

The Duke turned and carefully erased every footprint of his presence in the room, erasing every trace of his existence. Everything in the Academy of Magic was arranged very well through the Grand Priest, he and the Marquis had come here quietly, and everyone else only knew that Cuthbert and the Priest had come to the Bishop's study, and then saw the Priest running out covered in blood.

Quickly packed up, opened the teleportation scroll, and the next moment the dusty Duke appeared in the teleportation magic array of the Academy of Magic.

"Hello Lord Duke. The two magicians guarding the magic circle nodded and smiled at the duke. "What are you doing on my grandfather again? You've been busy these days. ”

"yes. The Duke, who never took a stand, nodded kindly. "There are urgent matters waiting to be dealt with in the field and the king, and the teleportation scroll has been used a lot in the past few days. ”

Suddenly, there was a lot of commotion in the direction of the cathedral. "What's going on?" the two magicians walked out with the duke. I saw a lot of people pouring in and out of the cathedral. The riot spread at breakneck speed.

"The Bishop and the High Priest were killed. A priest looked panicked and stumbled all the way over.

"What?" the two magicians were shocked together. The duke's face was even more shocked.