Soon after returning to Blackstone City from the Kingdom of France, Meng Fan received an edict from Landry Pars, King of Gilgias. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The council chamber of the Lord's Palace, Tiberius, Grua, Oram and others were gathered in the council chamber.

"Lord Claude, congratulations, His Majesty the King has promoted you to commander of the Kyrgyz army, and now you can mobilize all the armies of the Kyrgyz Kingdom. Oram, the commander of the royal army stationed in the territory of Blackstone City, said with a smile.

"The king has a great bearing, and he directly promoted Lord Claude to the commander of the royal army. Chatter, His Majesty Landry knows who is the only one who can save the Kingdom of Gilgias at this time......" The dark mage Mar Saha, who was standing beside Meng Fan, also laughed.

"What do you mean, Lord Claude?" asked Tiberius, the tax collector, "of course. Meng Fan glanced up at several subordinates standing beside him.

"The Holy See of Light has driven us out of the Kingdom of Fran, and we can't afford to lose the backer of the Kingdom of Gilgias. Meng Fan's left hand was placed on the arm of the chair, while his right hand was placed in his arms, the sleeve covered Meng Fan's right hand, and a black leather case could be seen faintly exposed.

"Tiberius, now that the Gilgidian royal army has withdrawn into Lanyue City?" Meng Fan looked at the brown-haired man standing in front of him, "Yes, Lord Claude, after the Red Flame Fortress was lost, Duke Dulaika withdrew into Lanyue City with the remaining 190,000 troops, and defended Lanyue City together with the 20,000 territorial troops under the command of Marquis Alverman, the lord of Lanyue City. Tiberius replied.

"Well, what about the movement of the Bretan Army?" Meng Fan nodded and asked. "After the Bretan army captured the Red Flame Fortress, the commander of the Bretan Army, Christian Sias, left 50,000 troops in the Red Flame Fortress, and then Christian marched towards Lanyue City with an army of 450,000. Tiberius told what he had learned.

"That said, at this moment, Lanyue City is facing a siege of 450,000 Bretan troops. Meng Fan whispered, "Yes, Lord Claude, so the king urgently summoned our Black Rock City Territory Army and the 30,000 royal troops under General Oram to rush to Lanyue City for reinforcements......" Tiberius glanced at the royal army general Oram who was standing on the side and said.

Now there are about 20,000 troops in the territory of Black Rock City under Meng Fan, plus the 30,000 royal army of Oram, the total is only 50,000. Even if Meng Fan rushed to Lanyue City with these 50,000 horses, there was still a big gap between the strength of the Gilgia Kingdom and the Bretan Kingdom, and the commander of the Bretan Army, Christian, had an army of 450,000 troops.

"Don't worry about the rest beforehand, Gruya, Oram, you go down and integrate the army, and tomorrow we will leave for the front line of Lanyue City. Meng Fan looked up at the commander of the Black Rock City Territory Army, Gruya, and the general of the royal army, Oram.

"Yes, sir. Gruya and Oram saluted respectfully to Meng Fan sitting on the chair, now Meng Fan is not only the Lord of Black Rock City, King Landry Pars has decreed the promotion of Meng Fan to the commander of the royal army, and Meng Fan can justifiably mobilize the royal army under Oram.

After holding a meeting with his subordinates, Meng Fan returned to the bedroom, and Parker, the steward of the lord's mansion, came to Meng Fan's bedroom with the maid, "Claude, the soup is ready, drink it while it's hot." Parker motioned for the maid to bring the potion to the lord.

The decoction brought by the housekeeper Parker was a medicine specially prepared by the doctors to replenish blood, and Meng Fan's right palm lost a lot of blood after it was cut off in the Council Hall of the Kingdom of France, and now Meng Fan's face was frighteningly white.

"Oh, Parker, you put the candy. Meng Fan took the decoction from the maid's hand and asked, "Let it go, you can drink it with confidence." Parker stood beside Meng Fan and said.

Holding the soup bowl in his left hand, Meng Fan took a sip, "Well, there is less sugar." Meng Fan raised his head and said, "This is medicine, Claude, put too much sugar, and the effect of the medicine will be gone." Parker began.

"Alas, these medicines are useless. Meng Fan raised his head and took a big sip and said, "How can it be useless, Claude, blood replenishment is not something that can be achieved at once." Parker kept watching Meng Fan finish the soup in the bowl.

"Hiccup" Meng Fan burped after drinking all the potions in the bowl, Parker took the bowl from Meng Fan's hand, "You go down." Parker placed the soup bowl on his plate and motioned for the maid to take it away.

"I'm sleepy. Meng Fan, who had finished drinking the potion, yawned, exposed his right hand to his sleeve, and carried a black leather case on the top of Meng Fan's right hand, "I'll help you untie it." Parker walked up to Meng Fan and helped Meng Fan untie the holster he was wearing on his right hand.

When the holster came off, Meng Fan's right hand was exposed, the palm was gone, and only a bare lump of flesh was left on his right hand, and the newly grown skin at the wound was obviously different from the color of the rest of the arm.

"Claude, when the palm is chopped off...... It hurts. Parker looked at Meng Fan's right hand and asked softly, "It hurts, of course it hurts, Parker, I passed out in pain at that time." Meng Fan touched the newly grown skin from the wound with his left hand and said.

"That sword of Holman, the inquisitor of the Inquisition, is very sharp, Parker, I can't even see how he cut off my palm......" Meng Fan thought for a moment, "I remember...... The sword...... The sword seemed to have a vermilion vein on it...... It's an artifact. Meng Fan let out a surprised sound.

But Parker was not interested in Meng Fan's newly discovered things, and looked at Meng Fan's bare right arm, "Claude, your holster is a little dirty, I'll take it and wash it, and I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning when you get up." Parker said, picking up the black holster on the table.

"Oh, excuse me, Parker. Meng Fan said with a smile, Meng Fan has always regarded Parker, the steward of the Lord's Mansion, as his friend, not a servant, and in the Lord's Mansion, Parker is the only one who has not added the honorific title of Lord to Meng Fan's name.

After leaving Meng Fan's bedroom, standing in the courtyard, Parker took the black holster in his hand and stared at the holster in his hand for a long time, and finally Parker walked to a courtyard on the west side of the Lord's Mansion.

"Knock knock," Parker knocked on the door outside a room. No one in the "crunch" house came to open the door, but the door opened on its own.

Standing outside the door and hesitating for a moment, Parker stepped inside, the light in the room was dim, and the windows were covered with black curtains to block the light. "Boom" When Parker entered the room, the door closed again.

Parker glanced back at the closed door, and when Parker turned back again, a black-robed man was already standing in front of Parker, his blood-red eyes staring at him, and Parker had always been terrified of the strange eyes of the black-robed man.

"Chatter, Your Excellency Butler, are you here for business?" said the dark mage Mar Sahar with a hoarse laugh.

Swallowing, he said, "Lord Marsaha, you said that I ...... I'm fit to practice dark magic. Parker whispered.

A strange smile appeared on the black-robed man's pale face, "Chatter, that's right, Parker, you have an excellent dark talent. ”

"Lord Marsah, I want to practice dark magic. Parker plucked up his courage and said, his blood-red eyes staring at the steward of the Lord's Mansion standing in front of him.

"Parker, dark magic is a forbidden existence on the Qinglan Continent, you must understand that once you become a dark magician, there is no turning back. Marsahar admonished in a hoarse voice.

"I know. Parker nodded, "Parker, tell me, why are you willing to practice dark magic?" asked Marsahar, who slowly circled around Parker in front of him.

"The people of the Holy See of Light are too bastards, they hurt Claude, and I ...... And I don't have the ability to do anything for Claude. Parker said with his fist clenched.

"Parker, do you want the power to protect Lord Claude?" "Marzahar returned to Parker's side, staring at the young man in front of him, "Yes, Lord Marzaha, I don't want to be unable to do anything while Claude is hurt. Parker said, looking up.

"Chatter, friendship is the most precious bond between people, Parker, and I am touched by your loyalty to Lord Claude. Marzaha laughed, "I will teach you dark magic, Parker, I have a hunch that you will become a great dark magician, but Parker, you must remember that you must give your strength and loyalty to Lord Claude, and you will not allow betrayal......"

"I would never betray a friend. Parker looked at the black-robed man in front of him and said loudly, "Parker, if Master Claude no longer regards you as a friend, will you still be loyal to him?"

"What do you mean, Lord Marsaha, and Claude will always be my friend. Parker expressed displeasure at the black-robed man's words.

"Remember what you said today, Parker, the dark gods will never forgive betrayers......" Marzaha's blood-red eyes gleamed with sternness.