When watching Xiao Yi be taken out of the dungeon by the group of swordsmen. When the place was suddenly empty and he was alone, the corners of Clauvis's eyes suddenly became wet.

This is weakness. Definitely a symbol of weakness. If it had been before, Clauvis would have been absolutely furious by this reaction. In his mind, he has always been the strongest, most perfect, and most successful incarnation, as majestic as the gods who stand on the top of the world in mythology, looking down on the people of the world like dogs. No matter what enjoyment, warmth, smiles, tears, in his eyes are a sign of weakness, a characteristic of waste. Not only did he reject them, but he was extremely disgusted, just as a beautiful poet could not stand the decaying corpses, the, and the maggots writhing on them.

But now he felt that it didn't matter, and even felt a little happy. Aside from this venting on the verge of madness in prison, at least in his own memory, it was the first time he cried.

More than a month ago, he was the squad leader of the famous Holy Knights, the disciple of the first swordsman of the empire, the first knight of the royal capital, the deputy of the most powerful Duke of Mrak in the empire, and even the heir. But all of a sudden it's nothing. Even worse than the lowest pariahs, he was a prisoner, not even a person, just a prop to be used to blackmail others.

Flying from the clouds of glorious fame and power to hell, and being kicked down as garbage by the Duke himself, who looked up to him like a god. He was completely devastated, almost insane. But here he is faced with only cold walls and steel fences, and a Xiao Yi who simply treats him as a madman, and no one pays attention to him. So after countless futile venting and painful madness, he finally accepted reality and came to his senses.

And the woman opposite, who was nominally his wife, was also held here as a hostage, but she was so calm and calm. Prepare as carefully as if you were going to a rare celebration. Only then did he realize the reason why he had always hated her so much: in the face of her real strength, he was nothing more than a coward packaged in pretentiousness. And I have always envied her and liked her, but I was afraid of being ashamed of myself in front of her, afraid that I would find myself worthless. That's why I hate her so much and avoid her.

Seeing her walk to the stake with a calm face and a little anticipation, Clauvis's heart was sour. He didn't believe in any fool who knew he was going to die, but he knew that the Duke never did something he wasn't sure about.

After she had been away for a long time, there was finally a commotion from the top of the dungeon. Clauis could tell from the shouts and running of the soldiers that the idiot who had come to his death had finally arrived. Are you here to die for your feelings? What a hopeless idiot.

The commotion did not last long. In a few moments, the excited conversation of the soldiers of the Guards came from the ventilation opening. He said how evil and vicious the wanted man's necromantic magic was, how wise the Duke was, and how he flew up and slashed down the two who were about to escape. Now the wanted man has been brought to the Duke's palace to be interrogated by the Duke himself.

Clauis knew what the duke's interrogation meant, but it was just to squeeze out all the remaining use value of the dying man. For what kind of bullshit love to steal the law field, although thousands of people have gone to me, is it great? Is it vigorous? In the end, it is not just the Duke who catches it, squeezes out the last bit of useful things, and then disposes of it like garbage.

Litter. Crowis smiled wryly. He could feel a little envious in his heart now. Stupid people take the initiative to send them to death, and before they die, they can show a little heroism for their stupidity in front of thousands of people. And now he can only wait for death in this dungeon.

An unpleasant sound of metal grinding suddenly echoed through the dungeon. The door to the dungeon opened. Then there was another equally unpleasant sound of the door closing.

Clauvis was a little surprised, the Duke should not have time to pay attention to himself now. And he is now a felon, and no one is allowed to contact him except when ordered by the Duke himself. There were only three people who heard the footsteps coming in. Before I knew it, the conversation of the soldiers outside was completely quiet. Only the sound of these three footsteps echoed through the dungeon.

The footsteps of the three men rang out in front of Clauvis's cell, and by the dim light of the fire, it was possible to see two priests in white robes and a Guard leader. They closed the door when they came in, obviously not trying to take people out.

"Are you here to see me on my way?" asked Clauvis, sitting on the ground. The secret execution of prisoners is nothing new, especially someone like him who knows too much. As for death, he felt a little indifferent now. I don't know if it's numbness, or if it's a complete acceptance of reality.

"Yes. One priest chuckled. His relaxed tone was a little out of step with the tight, dark prison and the mission he had come to do.

Clauvis smiled bitterly, it turned out that the duke was too lazy to do it himself. He asked, "May I ask one last question?"

"You can ask as much as you want. The priest smiled a smirk.

"How is my father?"

"It's up to you to ask him that question. The priest still had that strange expression, looking like a deliberately made grimace in the firelight. He took out a scroll and threw it to Clauvis.

Clauis was stunned, he was prepared if it was a magic that blew him to shreds or a bottle of poison or something, but it was a magic scroll. He picked up the scroll, recognising it as a teleportation scroll by the slight fluctuations in magic on it. The scroll is also quite beautifully styled, with two small skeletons carved on both ends, emitting a faint fluorescent light and unique magical fluctuations. Crowvis frowned and asked, "This is a teleportation scroll?"

"Of course. ”

Is it to teleport him to a place first, and then kill him secretly?Or is it just a shoddy scroll that teleports people to inexplicable places to die..... but this kind of boring thing than taking off his pants and farting is definitely not what the Duke does. Crowis struggled to guess, but still didn't understand, and asked, "Where is this the scroll ..... teleported to?"

"Of course it's the Diya Valley. The priest replied lightly.

"Diya Valley...."Clauis muttered, and then he jumped up reflexively at once, his voice already trembling a little. "Are you members of the Necromantic Guild?" Although at this point, 'death' has long been nothing to fear for him. But the shock of the word 'Diya Valley' is far more than just 'death'.

"Let's go. Your father should be waiting for you there. He asked us to save you. Another pastor replied.

"My father told you to come and save me?" said Clauvis, struggling to repeat the phrase like a child who had just learned to speak, trying to figure out what it meant. But what is the trick of deceiving people? But what is it doing to deceive yourself as a dying man? Is it true? But what does the father have to do with the Necronomical Guild?

"That's right. Change your clothes with this person. The priestly necromancer walked over to the cage, muttered a few words in his mouth, and reached out and tapped a little on the large steel lock. After a strange sizzling sound, he reached out again and twisted the lock open.

Zo is specially made to prevent the most dangerous prisoners, and even an ogre cannot twist it with strength. There was a slight smell of melted metal in the air, and the exterior of the lock was undamaged, but the inside was definitely a mess. Being able to control magic in such a small area to produce such a large effect, the first-class magician in the magic academy is simply a hillbilly compared to the level of magic represented behind this trick-like effect.

The man dressed as a Guard walked into the cell. Only then did Clauvis notice that the man's expression was sluggish, and his movements were very stiff between movements, like a giant marionette. Clauvis did as the necromancer had instructed him to exchange all his clothes with the man. As he did this, his usually nimble and clear mind felt like it was already a mess, and he even wondered if he was dreaming.

I thought I would no longer be surprised by what kind of news I heard and what kind of changes I encountered. But in the desperate situation where he thought he was going to die, he couldn't imagine that someone would come to save him. But it wasn't an angel who came to save him, but the legendary messenger of hell. Or did my father ask them to come...... All of this was beyond his original comprehension, as if he had suddenly jumped into a made-up story.

The clothes have just been changed. A necromancer made a gesture. The guard, dressed in Clauvis's clothes, suddenly bent down, bowed his head, and slammed into the rock wall of the cell in a motion that seemed to resemble a cow, and his head shattered like an egg. A little brains and blood splattered on Clauvis's face.

"Go ahead. Haven't you had enough of it here?" the necromancer urged Crowvis.

Picking up the teleportation scroll, Clauvis hesitated for a moment and jerked away. The entire dungeon was lit up by a blue magical light.

"I have to admit that Inham's kid has a good mind. It was as if everything had been expected by him. At this time, there is really a lot of effort left to save this kid. The necromancer muttered as he looked at the empty cell after Clauvis left. "We can also stop by and wait for good news in this place with peace of mind. ”

"It's also fun to make a cameo appearance as a thief once in a while, but it's not good for your skin to wear too much, or is that kind of silver mask much more comfortable and elegant. Another necromancer reached out and pulled down a mask from his face, revealing that graceful and dignified face. It was Bishop Adra.

The other necromancer also pulled down the mask, a middle-aged man who was white and chubby, and was well maintained. He rubbed his face with his white and delicate hands, sighed and said, "It's really interesting." It's been a long time since I've been so nervous, and it reminds me of the taste of adventure many years ago. This time, Inham is really right, change the previous strategy, and venture here will really have a lot of surprises. ”

"There were a lot of surprises. Bishop Adela smiled and nodded. "First of all, I met our former acting guildmaster, Mr. Sandru, who was safe and sound. Inham is right, if he hadn't died, he would have been there when he was on the court. And there's no better way to disguise yourself than to pretend to be a priest. Despite wearing a mask, magic is not deceiving. He was the only priest in the entire square who didn't use white magic, but the antidote was the best. Hehe. ”

"The biggest surprise was waiting for that kid. The middle-aged man smiled and nodded. "Inham was right, he really came. Did you just see that? That kid was using Sandru's living corpse technique. It's pretty good. ”

"It's a pity that the corpse poison is not used at all, and I can feel that the poison in the corpse seems to have taken a lot of mana to inflict it, right?"

"Hehe, yes. But the toxin was so unartistic, and it wasted so much magic. It's like a clumsy chef who has spent a lot of effort and countless precious ingredients to piece together a pot of big, improperly chopped off. More than half of them were not poisoned. If anyone in the guild came, not a single person in the entire square would survive. The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed. "This kid seems to be pretty good at living corpse arts, maybe it's because of the leaves of the World Tree. ”

"But this kid's mind is still very good, and he almost literally saved people. It's a pity that it fell short. Adela frowned and sighed with regret, as if he had failed. "It's a pity ....."

"yes. It's a pity......" The middle-aged man also sighed. "If only they had held on a little longer. ”

"You know, if it weren't for the presence of the venerable Sandru, I would have turned the obstructive duke into a roast pig with a lightning bolt. ”

"Hehe, in that case, those two people will be able to leave the royal capital smoothly..... we don't need to wait here anymore, follow behind and kill those who should be killed, catch those who should be caught, and torture the whereabouts of the leaves of our lovely World Tree. And I'm really curious, how many of our gargoyles can a single wyvern handle?"

"Don't worry. There will be a chance to experiment slowly in the future. Now we are here quietly waiting for news. The venerable Sandru actually got mixed up with the head of the Holy Knights, and I believe that what we are waiting for will be good news, hehe......"

It didn't take long for the door of the dungeon to be opened again. A man dressed as a priest walked in and closed the door.

"I seem to smell good news, dear Mr. Nimbas. Adela said to him with a smile.

The necromancer, known as Nimbas, walked down a few steps, smiled wryly, and said, "There is good news. ”

"Is there any bad news?" Adela was stunned.

"Let me start with the good news. Nimbas sighed. "The Duke took the boy for a private interrogation, and then I saw our former Acting Master Sandru and the Head of the Paladins waiting at the gate of the Duke's Palace, and they evacuated all the guards from the Duke's Palace. I knew there was going to be a good show. ”

"What kind of show?"

"It's a pity that I can't see what's really going on behind the scenes, and I can only guess from what is being performed outside. It didn't take long for Sandru and the regimental commander to rush in. And then it didn't take long for news to come out that the Duke had been killed. The murderer was none other than the kid, who broke free from his shackles and killed the duke. Then the boy fled, followed by Sandru and the commander. As for the result, it is naturally lost. ”

"Hehe, that's good news. If they are lost, it is time to speak of us. Adela clapped her hands. "Okay, what are you waiting for here, let's go. ”

"Don't you listen to my bad news?" Nimbas smiled wryly and didn't move.

"What's the bad news?" Adela frowned with the middle-aged man.

"The bad news is that we can only go back, not chase the kid. Nimbas said weakly.

"Why?" the two necromancers were stunned together. Three necromancers shot out at the same time to catch a person, this is not a knife to kill a chicken, it is simply an insecticide. Now that Sandru is separated from his target, they can let it go.

The middle-aged man suddenly noticed a problem. Nimbas walked into the dungeon and stood on the steps, neither down nor up. The middle-aged man asked, "Why are you standing there still?"

"Because I don't dare to move. Nimbas replied with a wry smile. "I have a dagger against me at the back of my neck. ”

A dark golden skull mask floated out from Nimbas's back. You have to push hard to see that it's actually a figure that blends in with the darkness of the surrounding dungeon. The figure held a pitch-black dagger in one of its hands and placed it around Nimbas's neck.

After the surprise, the middle-aged man immediately bowed his head and saluted, his voice was full of surprise and a little excited. "I didn't expect to see you here, respect the beautiful Egrenel. Your demeanor and skills are still as beautiful as the first time I saw you......"

"Alright. You seem to be the same as before, Nopolinot. It's still so good to say. The dark gold skull mask nodded. Floated down a few steps and left Nimbas. Nimbas breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to rub his neck, but he didn't move.

"I wonder what you're doing here?" the middle-aged man asked respectfully.

"I heard that Sandru died, so I'll take a look. As a result, I stumbled upon a scouting owl, and I casually searched for it with the magic breath, and I didn't know that I could really find him. ”

"But the esteemed Mr. Sandru is still so energetic. We see that he seems to have joined the Academy of Magic, so you can investigate..."

"I saw him. The Dark Gold Skull nodded. "But you, I heard from Nimbas. Did the three of them come here just to catch that kid? Hmph, when did the noble Necromantic Guild like Ido as much as those bandits and robbers? ”

"Well, there's no way around it. This kid knows the whereabouts of the leaves of the World Tree. You know, we're determined to get it....."

"And then? I heard you were going to kill him. Because he is the one who Archibald said of gathering power. Have you forgotten the rules of His Excellency Archibald?"

"This ....." The middle-aged Nopolinot wiped his sweat and looked at Nimbas standing above. Nimbas made a gesture of helplessness.

"I heard you locked up Vidnina's girl. I've always disliked her, but she's a member of the guild anyway. You are fighting in the sacred Valley of Diya. The sound that floated from under the dark golden skull was not high, but it was cold and soaked into the marrow of the person. "The noble necromantic guild has become a place of intrigue and intrigue like a den of thieves and officialdom. Such a man does not deserve to remain in the Valley of Diya. ”

Adra, who had been silent, spoke, "This is a decision made by all guild members. Honorable Former Acting President, His voice was soft and kind, and his words were short, but he made the message clear.

The dark golden skull's eyes flashed in Adra's face. Adela still smiled with that dignified measure.

After a while, the light under the skull mask turned dim, and then sighed helplessly. "That's right. I'm not a guild member anymore. I don't seem to be able to control your business. Nopolinot and Nimbas had just breathed a sigh of relief, and the voice added, "I don't care about it later, but you must go back to me today." ”

The three necromancers glanced at each other. Today is undoubtedly a great opportunity, otherwise it will be difficult to find this kid in hiding in the future.

"Take out all your teleportation scrolls and pull them apart. It wasn't loud, but it had a faint majesty and momentum that no one could ignore.

Adela smiled even brighter, as if she was still a little embarrassed, and said, "Dear Lady Aegrenel, although you are our former Acting President, you can't ..... either." Just as he was smiling brightest and gentlest at all, his hand suddenly stretched forward, and a white light instantly filled the entire cell.

'Paralysis'. The most effective offensive support magic of the White Magic. Although it cannot cause direct damage, it can cause the vitality in the body's body to be completely deranged under the influence of white magic, causing the opponent to be unable to move. In the hands of a mage of Adela level, as long as the opponent is still flesh and blood, even a Beamon behemoth will probably have to stiffen for a while.

But after using this magic, it was not the figure wearing the dark gold mask that froze, but Adela herself.

The black dagger rested around Adela's neck, and the two spikes that stretched out from the dagger resembled demonic claws. Adela could feel the hairs around the dagger on her neck falling off like leaves in the icy wind.

"The greatest virtue of young people is that they are always full of fighting spirit and ambition, and dare to despise and challenge authority. This is the reason for progress. The dark golden skull floated behind Adela again. There was no sound of wind or movement at all, as if it had been there in the first place. "But the biggest drawback is that you don't know how thick the sky is. This is a reason to die easily. ”

"Hmph. Please know that there are three of us. The smile on Adela's face vanished. The light of white magic was already shining in him.

"I can see that your white magic is very good, which is remarkable at your age. The voice that floated from under the dark gold skull was unhurried. "But if you get stabbed with this Nick dagger, I promise you'll see you turn into a mummy even if the entire Wizards of the Academy come together. ”

"You're merciful. Young people are really not very sensible....." Nopolinot and Nimbas showed no sign of helping, and only stood by and said. They are not young, they are not impulsive, and they know very well who they are facing and what kind of situation they are facing. Even if the three of them could wipe out the entire army of the royal capital, for a top killer in such a room, it was almost equal to three rabbits.

"I'm also a guild member, are you going to kill me?" Adela stopped smiling, but she wasn't nervous.

"If you used attack magic just now, you're already a dried corpse by now. I haven't killed anyone in years, and I hope you don't push me today. The dagger left Adela's neck, and the taste of the command in his voice became heavier. "I repeat, take out your teleportation scroll and pull it apart. ”

Nopolinot sighed, turned around and walked over to Clauvis's cell, and said a few incantations and spells on three stone walls. There was a loud 'boom'. The cell was filled with collapsed boulders, and the body inside was crushed underneath.

Outside, the noise of soldiers sounded. The soldiers who had been sent to sleep by hypnotism woke up and were pouring towards it.

Nopolinot and Nimbas took out the teleportation scroll and pulled it away, and Adela hesitated for a moment and had to follow the two companions to take out the teleportation scroll.

When the door was opened, the soldiers who rushed in saw nothing but an empty dungeon and a cell that had collapsed.

Headquarters of the Holy Knights.

When Captain Roland was about to send someone to the prison to release Clauvis, he received the news that the dungeon had collapsed due to age and water seepage, which happened to crush the prisoners inside.

Captain Roland was furious. He knew that there should be a lot of duke's secrets on his disciple, and he had been waiting to release him after solving the duke and ask him carefully. But in this way, many unknown things will be forever darkened.

Anger is compounded by heartache. That was the disciple he had cultivated for many years. But since it has happened, there is nothing to be done about it, no matter how distressed it is. And now is going to be the busiest time, and all the energy will have to be left in this area.

Fortunately, I also saw a more capable and talented talent. The head of Roland decided to take him as a disciple.

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