Clauvis's hands were already soaked with sweat. He began to worry that he would not even be able to hold his sword firmly.

He had never been so nervous, he didn't even know his palms were sweating like this when he was nervous.

In the eyes of most people, Duke Mlak is a high-ranking and powerful, shrewd and capable, and knows how to deal with the world, but he is just a very respectable politician and minister. But he knew that even if he galloped on the battlefield and took the lead, the duke would never be inferior to any general of the empire. In terms of skill, the Duke is definitely qualified to be among the top five in the Empire.

The Duke had just given him and his subordinates such an order - to ignore the person they really wanted to capture, and as soon as the Duke himself moved, all the people immediately concentrated on attacking the person that the Duke was attacking.

He didn't ask the Duke who he was dealing with on such a big scene. He absolutely trusted the Duke's judgment, and it was definitely an opponent beyond imagination.

It was the first time in his life that he was confronted with a huge, unknown, and more likely unimaginable danger, completely beyond the experience of his life that had been smooth and brilliant since birth. So he was nervous.

To, to, to, three rhythmic knocks on the door. The Duke kindly shouted inside, "Old Mr. Sandru, I'm back again." ”

Clauvis's hand clenched the hilt of his sword, which was usually so close to the palm of his hand, as if it had become a sweaty catfish, and Clauvis was afraid that it would suddenly slip out of his hand when attacking.

The duke turned his head, glanced at him, and said lightly, "Relax." ”

Only then did Clauvis realize that his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Can't be nervous. Can't be nervous. Crowis repeatedly stressed to himself, demanding of himself. What kind of person am I in front of so many subordinates, how can I be nervous when I am the best, the strongest, the most potential, the most capable? Mentally recounting the Duke's plan just now, thinking about every step he should take, when and what posture he should use, how to speak calmly, and then suddenly strike when his opponent is taken by surprise......

The large wooden door creaked, and it was opened by a pale young man in his twenties, whose face was flushed with lack of sunlight.

Looking at this face, Duke Mrak was a little surprised. When all the doors were opened, and he saw the situation inside, Duke Mrak was even more surprised, even surprised.

And looking at this face that had made him toss and turn for the past two months, and was even more concerned than his most affectionate lover, Clauvis's eyes seemed to burst into flames.

This was the man he had met two months earlier, the soldier who had learned of part of their plan, the man who was a hundred times more important to his fiancée than himself, the inferior pariahs who had made himself make mistakes and mistakes. And now this pariah dared to appear in front of him in front of him in an open and honest manner, looking at them like an expected group of uninvited guests.

In a fit of rage, he drew his sword, and he wanted to first correct the law on the spot against the culprit who had despised him. But as soon as the sword was unsheathed, he noticed something strange. Others, including the duke, laid down their weapons and got down on one knee.

There was an open space in the inside of the big house, where a carriage was parked. Next to it were two priests and an old man.

It was a very thin old man, and the cheeks met on the chin with a very flat amplitude, forming a very narrow face, which made the originally small eyes on it seem very suitable. There is a layer of dark bags under the eyes, and it looks like it has not rested for a long time. The old man was dressed in a pure white satin robe, with a cross embroidered in white gold silk on his chest, and a cross set with precious stones on the crown on his head. Under the aura emanating from this costume, even the corpses in the room became very solemn and solemn.

Clauvis hurriedly lowered his weapon, knelt down on one knee, and made a standard blessing: "God is with you, Bishop Ronis." ”

"God is with everyone who believes in Him. Bishop Ronis's thin face gave a small smile and motioned for everyone to get up.

"What are you doing, Lord Duke?" asked Bishop Ronis, looking at the weapons all over the floor.

The duke was still able to keep his face unchanged, looked at Asa and said, "We just suspect that this young man is a fugitive, so we are going to arrest him and go back for interrogation." He had already seen who the young man in front of him was, since he could pretend to be lame, hunchbacked, and of course, his face could also pretend.

"Oh?" Bishop Ronis asked, looking at Asa with a pair of candles in the darkness, "young man, swear in the name of God and in your own honor, are you really a fugitive, as he says?"

Asa shook his head: "No. ”

Bishop Ronis nodded, smiled, turned to the duke and said, "He said he wasn't. ”

"Yes. The Duke nodded. Cold sweat was already pouring out of Clauvis's forehead.

"I think you may have misunderstood something, or something wrong. Bishop Ronis helped the Duke come to a conclusion.

"Yes, we were mistaken. The Duke repeated. The cold sweat of Crowis next to him was already running down his forehead.

"Now that the misunderstanding has been clarified, there won't be any trouble in the future, right?" asked Bishop Ronis.

"Yes, there will be no more trouble. The Duke replied.

"You know, Lord Duke, I have no interest in military affairs or politics, and I don't want to be interested in anything. The bishop spoke in an emotional tone as if he were chatting with an old friend. "So I don't want the people around me to be involved. You know, this is the place of the Academy of Magic, and the people here are also the people of the Academy of Magic. ”

"Yes, please rest assured, Your Excellency. We quit. "The Duke is like a gentleman who has just gone to the wrong room, and said very politely and magnanimously.

After exiting the mansion and dismissing the troops, Clauvis said to the Duke, "The Bishop designed us to enter, and he wanted to protect the fellow. ”

The Duke nodded, and Bishop Ronis's carriage did not stop outside but deliberately entered the house, for fear that they would know that it would be difficult to move after seeing the carriage and temporarily retreat. Only when they are tense and want to do something can they say to death.

Strictly speaking, the bishop has no real power, he can neither adjust taxes nor mobilize a single soldier. But even if he is as powerful as His Majesty the Emperor, he will never dare to fool him. Since he said he didn't want the soldier to be in any more trouble, he really couldn't be in any trouble.

Clauvis felt that things were at the end of their rope.

The Duke asked him, "Do you think the soldier will tell the Bishop everything?"

Clauvis shook his head: "I don't know, what do you say." ”

The duke also shook his head: "I don't know, it seems that I have to ask him personally." ”

"How do you ask?" Clauvis was puzzled.

"That's it. The Duke said lightly.

Clauis still didn't quite understand, but looking at the duke's calm expression, he felt that things were still going to be clear.

The Duke said, "In a way, there are only three kinds of people in the world. One is someone who has nothing to do with you, the kind of person you don't have to care about and don't have to pay attention to. And the other is your enemy, this kind of person can't have too many, and once you have it, you must cut down the grass and eradicate it. He looked at Clauvis. "But what if there's an enemy you can't solve?"

"Defeat him with all my strength, all means. Clauvis frowned heroically and said with a fighting spirit. He was already thinking about how to go about it and explaining it to the Bishop afterwards.

The Duke shook his head with some disappointment: "You should find a way to turn him into a third kind of person - a friend." The more such people, the better. Especially the people you can't deal with. ”

"Friend?" said Clauvis, as if for the first time.

At noon that day, as soon as Bishop Ronis had left, a letter was sent to Asa from the Duke's Palace.

The letter was written by the Duke himself, and his words were earnest. To the effect that he was very grateful to Asa for saving his two daughters. But due to some unavoidable reasons, there were some misunderstandings. He is now very sorry for the misunderstanding between the two parties, and there are many detailed reasons for it, which is inconvenient to explain in the letter. Tonight, the Duke will send a carriage to pick him up and take him to the palace to apologize in person.

Asa read the letter several times, but he still couldn't decide whether to go or not. He was afraid that as soon as he sat down, dozens of guards suddenly rushed out and chopped him into meat sauce on the spot, or ate a piece of something, drank a sip of water, and immediately his intestines were rotten and bleeding through seven holes. So he asked Sandru, "Do you think it's dangerous if I go?"

"Dangerous. Sandru buried himself in sorting out the body. "He will put a knife on your neck and force you to marry his daughter. "Reach out. "Give me the saw. ”

"If that's the case, I'll introduce you to him. Asa handed him the saw. But it's also an opportunity to get to the bottom of things. What kind of misunderstanding is it? What happened to what I reported? How is Xiaoyi now?

"Or go. Asa finally decided. He hated the feeling that something hung in the balance. He liked the mantra of an old dwarf man in his hometown who used to walk around his house: even if it is a pack of, eat it, and don't let it lie in front of you and annoy you.

"Introduce me?" Sandru creaked as he sawed the leg of a corpse with his head down.

"yes. Asa held the letter up and flicked it into the sunlight, hoping to drop a hint through the cracks in the paper.