XVI

The first told the second, "A butterfly in the Amazon rainforest, with a few occasional flaps of its wings, could cause a storm in Texas." ”

The second person told the third person, "There is a butterfly in the Amazon basin that occasionally flapps its wings and causes a large storm called 'Texas.'" ”

The third man told the fourth, "There is a butterfly called the Amazon, which only flapps its wings in the midst of a large storm, and it determines whether the storm will continue or stop." ”

The fourth man told the fifth, "When the storm comes, a butterfly called the Amazon will appear." It always flaps its wings in order to destroy the storm. ”

Just like that, the accumulation of small changes can cause a huge deviation in the results. This magical effect is commonly known as the butterfly effect.

When people meet, intrigue and design become entangled with each other, and in the end it becomes an outcome that no one can predict.

History cannot be estimated.

"Who are you, and how did you get here?"

Trainee Priest Nope only nervous for a moment before regaining his composure. He took out a silver dagger for self-defense from his bosom and pointed it at the black-robed man in front of him.

"The one who came to end your life. Machiavelli, in black robes, replied with a smile. "Mr. Lord Ferdinand...... Or rather, the future Lord Duke Soma. ”

Hearing this reply, the Lord's hand shook: "Which side are you?

"If it were a normal bard story, the plot would be like this: the other heirs of evil, in order to seize the throne, set up a conspiracy and hired killers to kill the legitimate heirs! Yes, it's easy to understand, it's too easy to understand, and it's too easy to imagine, haha...... For an old southern aristocrat who had been in exile in the New World for three generations, he could only think of this possibility, right?"

Hearing the maniacal laughter and ridicule of the other party, the expression on the Lord's face tensed even more.

Machiavelli's tone changed: "But unfortunately, I didn't get even the slightest benefit from them. Or, so to speak, there is no fundamental stake between me and you, nor between my country and yours. ”

The expression on the Lord's face changed, and he asked in surprise, "What about ...... Then why did you go to such great lengths to set up such a huge trap to murder me?!"

"Oh, don't even you, the protagonist, know why the play is played?" Machiavelli smiled contemptuously, not in the slightest hurry, as if everything was under his control. "Well, you should know why you were able to inherit the Duchy of Soma. ”

"Because Duke Soma's bloodline is about to be severed. As a former Southern nobleman, my family has the direct blood of the Duchess of Soma. My mother was the young lady of the former Duke of Soma. Knowing that it was useless to call for help, the Lord was patient and answered the Second Secretary of State's question little by little.

"It was a political marriage – everybody thought that in the Third Freedom War, the Holy Empire could recover the South. Machiavelli spoke of the Holy Empire with a hint of disdain.

"The War of Freedom, is it the War of Liberation?" the Lord carefully corrected the salutation used. The citizens of the United Provinces called the war between the South and the North a war of freedom, and the people of the Holy Empire called the war between the two sides the war of liberation.

"Ah, yes, for the exiled former Southern aristocracy, it was naturally the Reconquista War. Machiavelli continued to sneer, "Then, you should also know that there are two other people who have almost the same inheritance rights as you, right?"

"Yes. Count Meissen, son of Duke Knoll, and His Majesty Gustav, our venerable Emperor. The Lord replied, "They inherit the same rights as I do, and they are exactly three generations." ”

"Yes, that's it. We have three candidates. The first person, if he is allowed to inherit, then all the nobles will be in chaos - no matter which big noble, they all have a constant blood relationship with the royal family. If the emperor can claim the inheritance at this opportunity, then he can claim the inheritance of any nobleman. The nobles would never approve of this man's inheritance of the vast Duchy of Soma - and certainly not the elves. ”

Machiavelli gave a great deal of convincing analysis, and the Lord nodded his head, as if he understood the intricacies involved.

"The second man, Count Meissen, sounds good. But he had two problems: first, he was a devout Protestant who advocated reconciliation between the North and the South. Second, he is the heir to the Duchy of Knorr, and his wife is a pure-blood elf. Either of these points, the Imperial Court, the Holy See, and the Magical Arbitration Association would never agree with either of these points - it would be unsatisfactory enough to let this person inherit the Duchy of Knorr in the northwest, and could he inherit another Duchy of Soma?"

Lord Ferdinand clapped his hands: "Yes...... So, when neither the emperor faction nor the aristocratic faction of the empire could accept each other's succession, they had no choice but to push me out of the forefront, right?"

"You're right. Nicolas Machiavelli's tone was full of appreciation, "You are not afraid of danger, you have a good sense of politics, and you are indeed a natural nobleman." Alas, you have to die here. ”

"But you haven't told me where you came from. Since you weren't sent by the Earl of Meissen, who sent you?"

"Let me introduce myself. I am Nicolas Machiavelli, Second Secretary of State of the Julok Republic. Is that clear enough?"

Hearing this name, the lord was shocked: "The traitor of the south ......!"

"Oh, that's not a nice thing to say. After all, the Duchy of Soma, which you were originally going to inherit, was only raised to its current status by our battles. Originally, Soma was ranked last among the nine principalities, but now he has become the second largest principality by relying on the trade between the north and the south, and our provinces have also contributed a lot. ”

"But...... Why does the province want my life?" the Lord was still a little puzzled. "I inherited the Principality of Soma, and I will not suddenly become an enemy of the United Provinces......"

Hearing this, Machiavelli's expression suddenly became extremely serious. He cleared his throat and said, "That's to create some minor trouble between the emperor faction and the aristocratic faction. If you succeed, the Emperor and the Nobility will be able to form an alliance again - which is something we cannot accept. ”

"But wouldn't it be dangerous to make such a bold decision, in case someone else draws fire on you......" Lord Ferdinand astutely pointed out the flaws in his scheme.

"But we can only see this one option. Gustav Hugh Kirman, he was terrible. He was the perfect emperor I had ever conceived—strong, wise, merciful, merciful to his enemies, brutal to his enemies. He used the hands of others to commit tyranny and spread favor with his own hands. When talking about His Majesty the Emperor, even Machiavelli's tone unconsciously carried respect. "If we can't guarantee that we are invulnerable, we can only confuse the enemy. Now, can you stand to die?"

Hearing this, Lord Ferdinand clenched the silver dagger in his hand.

"May I ask one last question?"

"Excuse me. Machiavelli's face still had a tense expression.

Lord Ferdinand smiled and spoke, "Why are you stalling? When did you find out something was wrong?"

If anyone were watching from the sidelines, they would have been shocked by the dramatic change in the expression on his face.

The trembling and cowardly emotions he had just shown had completely vanished in just one sentence. Now, he's a confident man with a lot of wins. That would never be the expression and imposing of an exiled former Southern nobleman.

"When I first came in. You shouldn't have blessed yourself with anti-demons, I knew it when my first magic failed. ”

Machiavelli's black robe shook, and the attack magic that had been prepared came out of his hand.

"If someone from this boat approaches, there will be no mercy!"

The Golden Golem Ganda looked around with its eyes, looking for anyone who approached the unknown.

"Hey, there's a big guy here!"

"Looks pretty good...... Let me deal with it!"

Identify. Two strange humans with turbans on their heads and scimitars in their hands. Memories are compared, and there is no overlap. People who are not on this boat. There is no mercy for killing.

"Yellow, gold, fly, fist. The Golden Golem laboriously pronounced the name of someone's flashy move, raised its giant palm, and blasted it out.

The guy who rushed up with a scimitar flew out of the side of the ship in an instant, leaving a beautiful parabola and a splash into the sea.

"This guy is amazing! Everyone is besieging him!"

"It's worth a lot of money in gold armor!

Identify outages. Under fire. Self-defence.

"Huang Jin Lie Po. With a straight hand in his hand, the Golden Golem threw an arm-length blade from its wrist and slashed at one of the pirates. The pirate picked up the wooden shield to resist, but the shield split in half in an instant, and he was immediately killed by the sword.

"I'm fighting with you!" shouted the pirate next to him, his scimitar digging through the seams of the Golden Golem.

"Yellow, gold, one, finger. The Golden Golem stretched out his left hand, clasped it in his palm, grabbed the knife, and stabbed it back into its owner's body.

"Monster, monster, not human!" The pirates finally realized the truth and immediately turned around and left, but Ganda's self-defense was not over.

"If the enemy wants to escape, use your strongest trick to kill them!"

This seems to be the knowledge I learned at the beginning. The Golden Golem nodded slightly, it knew what to do.

"Yellow, gold, experience. The golden shoulder guards on his shoulders opened instantly, and twenty reloaded improvised crossbows appeared. At the sight of this, all the pirates' faces changed color, and even the dullest knew that this thing was an object made by a mage.

"Mom...... Who made this perverted thing!"

Twenty magnificent golden bolts shot out of the Golden Golem's shoulders at the same time, instantly nailing the pirates to the deck, each with a thin reinforced spider silk attached to the end.

Seeing that there were no more people attacking it around, it raised its right hand and activated the winch inside. The winch was very powerful, dragging back the reinforced spider silk and the crossbow arrows little by little—those who had been shot and were lucky not to die, immediately screamed again.

"This—this thing must have been made by a vain and stingy fellow...... I see, it was made by a woman!" One of the pirates screamed and came to a conclusion, then died.

There are no enemies left. Ganda saw that there were many dead or dying people on the ground, and decided to check them one by one to see if they were from the ship.

As soon as the second one was checked, he ran into trouble: the seriously injured man was snorting and chirping, and his face was covered in blood. Its intellectually retarded artificial soul couldn't tell which side the person was, thought about it, and decided to step on it.

Because the master said, "A useless man can step on it at will." ”

"Wait, wait, I'm a friend, a detachment, you can't step on me!" the wounded sailor shouted when he saw that his heavy foot was about to stomp on his abdomen.

People on the boat? Then you can't step on it. The Golden Golem thought for a moment and withdrew its foot.

The deck of "Emperor Cleon" was filled with shouts. Whether it was a pirate or a sailor, the wounded shouted, "I'm a sailor!", "I'm a friend!", "I'm innocent!......

Since they are all friends, they can't be killed. Ganda looked around, trying to see if there were any enemies.

Someone on the other side of the deck didn't seem to have seen it...... The guy was holding a strangely long metal weapon and was confronting a half-elf who looked familiar.

But it's so far away from that person. The golem thought about it and decided to use a ranged weapon.

"Yellow, gold, big cannon. After the customary line of the name of the move, it knelt down on its left knee and opened the cannon door on its right knee.

With a loud "boom", the only weapon on the golden puppet's body that was not golden was launched. It was a 3-pound shell.

The cannonball, with a strong wind, flew towards the two men who had been facing each other there for a long time.

The moment the cannon was discharged, both Leonard and Kezmi knew it was time to decide the winner.

"Isn't this balance-shattering introduction too big?"

"It's a bit big, but there's no time for it. ”

The captain of the navy and the pirate leader exchanged a look. Almost at the same time, both of them released their long-accumulated strength.

Kezmi held his breath, his eyes flashed, and the knife in his hand slashed diagonally from the top right to the bottom left!

"So fast!" the thought flashed through the half-elf's mind. Leonard could only see the flick of his opponent's wrist, but he couldn't see the blade of the knife—this knife was so fast!

He knew that something was wrong, and after a long time, he flipped back violently, and his body shook, and he could flash the knife.

But it's still not fast enough!

The knife still sliced through the coat on his chest, cutting all the way to the leather armor inside, cutting a huge and striking crack in the leather armor. Before he could retreat again, the pirate captain had already taken another step forward, his sword arcing diagonally in the air, slashing at the half-elf from the opposite direction.

In such a critical moment, Leonard activated the hidden magical properties of his weapon.

"Defensive mode!"

In an instant, the outside of the blade of the thin sword in his hand was covered with a faint layer of sea-blue light. The "Defensive Elf Rapier" reveals its true form, a weapon that can form a "blade shield" for a very short period of time to fend off attacks.

The hilt of Leonard's hand flickered, and the tip of the elven rapier weaved into a resilient defensive net on the right side of his body.

At the same time as the shield was formed, the blade was already approaching him!

Leonard smiled contemptuously, and with a flash of blue light, the tip of the rapier hit the blade of the katana with seemingly impossible accuracy!

Speed is curbed by accuracy in an instant.

A strong force reached Kezmi's hand, and he held it unsteadily, and the katana swung uncontrollably.

In the time that the two men had been fighting each other, the shell had already flown closer. Leonard took advantage of the force of the opponent's knife to retreat again, jumping off the flight path of the cannonball.

"Wind Cut!"

In the face of the cannonball, Kezmi did not dodge or dodge, the bullet body rose, turned one hundred and eighty degrees in the air, and activated the hidden ability of the katana and slashed straight down!

This time, not only could you not see the blade, but even the movement of the blade could no longer be seen!

Before Leonard could marvel at the speed of the knife, the cannonball had been cut in half and flew out towards the pirate captain's back and sides!

The uncontrollable blade slashed deep into the ship's plank, and a loud roar of cannonballs hitting the ship was heard behind it.

"Yes...... Vacuum damage?This knife is so strong!Attack mode!"

Leonard gently pressed the hilt of the sword, and the blue light shrouded outside the thin sword suddenly turned red. Before the opponent's knife could be raised again, the half-elf stepped forward quickly and launched an attack first.

The thin sword flashing with red light was unusually stable and accurate, and it went towards the opponent's throat without trembling!

Seeing this, the pirate captain smiled quietly, and the katana in his hand was suddenly raised, his right hand was released, and his left hand was reversed, turning into a stab, straight into Leonard's heart. "Get out of the way!"

This thorn was completely unexpected by Leonard.

The vacuum blade extends over the extension of the blade, smashing into the heart of the half-elf. As a tried and tested warrior, he immediately estimated the speed of this stab.

That's even faster than the slash just now! Although it is the last strike, it must come first!

He had seen his heart pierced by the tip of a curved blade. The ominous premonition is about to be fulfilled......

The moment when the tips of the knives mismatched seemed to be very long.

Leonard knew that there would be no second person on board who could stop the pirate. He must win—at least, drag the enemy with him to the bottomless hell.

"I'm sorry, Raisa. I may not have a chance to confess to you. Faced with the swift tip of the knife, the half-elf calmly took another step forward.

Accuracy will be above all else, above speed, over power, and also over life.

Even if the opponent's sword pierced his heart first, his rapier would not pierce the air.

This must be the happiest sight of the lurking enemy watching from the sidelines, right?" he thought.

Not far from the battlefield where the two were fighting, the blonde girl Anne Seffel was holding the green-haired woman who had once been a hostage. The two women were chatting happily, as if this was not a battlefield at all - the women were always able to find a topic of conversation anytime, anywhere.

"Maggie, Lily Maggie, fortune teller. The flamboyant woman with long light green hair and a ponytail introduced herself.

"Anne, Anne Sefir. Fortune teller? I can't see it at all!" Anne Seiffel became excited when she heard the fortune teller. No matter how you look at it, she doesn't look like a hidden spy either. "Do you use your guardian constellation to tell your fortune? I haven't seen a fortune teller in years! My guardian constellation is Bella, the goddess of magic!"

Maggie smiled awkwardly, "Ah, that...... I don't use horoscopes for fortune telling, I use birthday flowers for fortune telling. What is your birthday?"

"Today is my birthday. So, I especially want to find someone to tell my fortune. ”

"Today, that's a coincidence...... On June 12th, it's Battlefield Rose. The flower language is 'poetic feelings'. Anne must be a person who likes to dream romantic, isn't she particularly perfectionist, always wishing for a destined Prince Charming?"

The blonde girl was stunned for a moment. "Like...... It's all in the middle. So what's going on my birthday?"

"Today's horoscope...... Ah!! isn't that the gentleman who saved me?" the green-haired woman stopped abruptly and screamed as she watched Leonard and Kezmi fight. "Come on, kill him, kill him!"

"Really?" Anne turned her head as well, just in time to see Leonard taking a step forward toward the tip of the knife.

Even at the sight of such a dangerous scene, her smile was so relaxed, as if she had been expecting this to happen.

“Sound Burst！”

Sonic boom magic flew out of Machiavelli's wand and struck the priest-trainee on the head - but to no avail.

The sound flew past the "Lord's" face, changed direction strangely, flew diagonally upward, and grazed his towering vicarage hat with a loud noise.

Towering cadet priest hats fluttered in the air, and trainee pastor's long hair slid out of it.

"Forget it, it's okay to take off the hat...... It's a hindrance. The "Lord" raised his hand unhurriedly and straightened his hair.

Coming out of the somewhat ridiculous hat was a waist-length stretch of flowing silvery-white hair, glowing faintly fluorescent. If it were on deck, the long hair would have been swaying in the midsummer sun with the faint sea breeze, reflecting the brilliant light.

Those who have only seen "Nop" will never be able to recognize him as he appears. The current priest looks handsome and charismatic, and his whole body radiates divine power.

"Silver...... Silver-haired!...... So that high-ranking priest who protects the Lord is you......"

Machiavelli's voice trembled, and he pulled another wand from his bosom and quietly activated all the magic items on his body. He already recognized the man.

The silver-haired "trainee pastor" is definitely quite famous. Of course, his youth is also quite famous.

"Yes, I'm protecting the Lord. Surprised?"

The state secretary smiled wryly: "Yes." It was completely unexpected...... It's very difficult for me. ”

"It's my privilege to embarrass the enemy. The "Cadet Priest" smiled casually, threw up the dagger in his hand, and gently spat out a magic command: "Transfiguration, Great Sword!"

The dagger glowed with a dazzling white light in the air, instantly transforming into a massive two-handed sword—it could easily be suppressed to almost every corner of the captain's room. The priest easily caught the greatsword, which looked very heavy, and looked down at the black-robed conspirator in front of him.

“...... That is the artifact 'Arbiter of the Covenant'?" Machiavelli sighed. "It's really powerful...... There are twelve forms, right? His Excellency Archbishop of the Diocese of the New World, His Excellency Ionette Hartmann. ”

Pastor Trainee ...... No, the archbishop smiled confidently. He had the confidence that no matter how Secretary of State Nicolas Machiavelli became famous, he had nothing to fear.

Because he was the archbishop of the New World, Illnete Hartman ("Primate of New World" Illnete Hartman).

He is the brightest rising star of the Orthodox Church, the most important leader of the largest sect in the current church, the "Practice Date", and the youngest archbishop in the entire civilized world.

Naturally, he is also one of the strongest users of magic in the world.

"By the way, you haven't answered me yet, why are you delaying? Do you still have a comrade?" said Ionette Hartmann, looking unusually calm.

Machiavelli gritted his teeth and replied, "That's a question when you knock me down." ”

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