Four heavily armed soldiers escorted Emerson through the castle's corridors.

The long corridor seems to have no end, and the sunlight shines through the narrow and breathable grid, imprinting bright spots on the walls of the corridor, indicating that it is morning.

Imerson wrapped his clothes tightly, the damp and dark corridors made people chill, and the soldiers beside him did not give him any sense of security.

These four soldiers were armed with large long knives, and their whole bodies were tightly wrapped in fine iron armor, like four tall and burly steel monsters. The sound of their heavy footsteps and the sonorous sound of their armor colliding echoed in the corridor, and the cold and oppressive atmosphere made the innocent little Bell lose his former liveliness, hiding his young body tightly behind his father.

Imerson knew that this was not an escort, but an escort. He even believed that if he made the slightest move, the long iron knives in the hands of these soldiers would instantly cut him and Bell into several pieces.

Since their captivity, the father and daughter have lived in the castle in the mountains. None of the imaginary imprisonment, torture, and interrogation took place. For months, the mysterious soldiers had been honoring the father and daughter, fulfilling their requests as much as they could, and Emerson and Bell were able to go out hunting in the company.

Majestic castles, decent costumes, comfortable living conditions, abundant food, good wine, respectful attendants, and free time. This was not the treatment of prisoners, and Imerson thought that the Baron Thornton, whom he had previously served, could not have been so accommodating to his own noble relatives.

The affluent life repaired the traces left by the savage life on the father and daughter, and the emaciated little bell was noticeably fatter twice, while the weed-like beard and long hair disappeared from Emerson's face and head, and they were like nobles here.

Bell began to look for a new playmate, and although there were many soldiers and craftsmen in and around the castle, they were busy from morning till night and were reluctant to take Bell. However, it was not enough for Bell, who was able to play with the horned frogs, and she found a group of strange big birds, with whom she quickly became friends. The big birds would sometimes carry Bell around, and sometimes they would bring torn lizards to Bell's mouth, apparently taking Bell as a companion.

Imerson enjoyed the treatment of an aristocracy, but he was not a nobleman and never considered himself a nobleman. He tried to get along with the people and began to help with farming, logging, and transporting ore. As a result, the father and daughter lived a fulfilling life every day.

Bell is young, ignorant, happy and carefree all day long. But Emerson felt the indescribable mystery in many details, as well as the fear that chilled him to the bone.

Transporting stone through the rolling hills, the construction of the castle was a miracle in itself, and only a huge force could have done such a huge project. Imerson didn't know why this mysterious force was building the castle in the mountains at first, but he discovered many incredible places.

The castle was not made of heavy rock, but regular bricks, but they were stronger than rock! Imerson believed that these bricks were priceless, and if they were brought to the outside world, they would cause an uproar, and I don't know how many people would die because of them.

However, Emerson has been away from the human world for more than ten years, and he is not sure whether this brick-making technology has become widespread. However, Imerson found that there were no women here, only men. The laborers who transported the minerals were as powerful as bears, and the people in charge of smelting were the top blacksmiths.

Powerful warriors act as laborers, and master blacksmiths work hard. They are silent, they don't need women, they don't need wages, they work more than ten hours a day, they almost never communicate, but they cooperate very tacitly.

All the phenomena show that they are not normal people!

After Emerson saw that the laborers were transporting the "Mithril Mine", it finally dawned on him.

Thinking of those strange "ferocious wolves", Emerson made a judgment: some lord raised wizards, and they strengthened and controlled hundreds of people, built castles here, and secretly mined valuable Mithril mines. Or maybe it's just a secret stronghold of some wizard and has nothing to do with the nobility.

Thinking he had a shocking secret, Emerson was both apprehensive and expectant.

Although Emerson is a wizard, his education since childhood has made him resistant to his own kind, especially since this kind has the power to control people's hearts. Still, Imerson wants the master to be a wizard, not a lord.

In Imerson's mind, noble and ruthless, noble lords regard commoners as ants, and in order to keep secrets, they will not hesitate to kill any inferior. Imerson considers himself and Bale to be inferior.

The perception of blood-only theory has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in this era, and even if Emerson is a powerful wizard, he has never wanted to challenge the authority of the lord.

Emerson also thought about escaping, but the power at the hands of the castle's owner made him despair. Moreover, the damage from the sorcery backlash has not healed, and he is currently unable to use alienated creatures. Aside from the ability to communicate wills, Emerson is now no different from ordinary people.

Imerson spent half a year here. Yesterday, the father and daughter were placed under house arrest in a room in the castle, and Emerson knew that the time had come to reveal his fate.

No matter how long the corridor was, it was time to finish, and when Imerson saw the wooden door at the end of the corridor, his steps suddenly became heavier than that of the armored samurai.

The guards pushed open the iron oak door, and Emerson took a deep breath and walked in with Bell.

Behind the main gate is the main hall of the castle, where bright sunlight shines through the four windows, pouring into the neat interior. Compared with the cramped and gloomy corridors, the whole hall is extraordinarily spacious and bright. However, Imerson felt a piercing chill and couldn't help but shiver.

The hall was flanked by heavily armed soldiers, sturdy and well-armoured, their iron halberds glowing with indigo, each staring at Eimerson's every move with the sharp gaze of a falcon. Six large, ferocious wolves crouched in front of the soldiers, faintly surrounding Imerson. Being stared at by 12 green eyes, the vast majority of people will feel creepy. Imerson trembled and cast his gaze to the center of the hall, and when he saw the figure on the throne of the castle, he couldn't help but let out a wail in his heart.

It was a young man with black hair and black eyes, and a handsome appearance. The black armor on his body was as deep as midnight, delicate and complex beyond the imagination of ordinary people, and the dark armor held a long sword full of cold light, and the cold blade of the sword was pointed on the floor, and the snow and cold light were like his eyes.

Outstanding appearance, lofty bearing, exquisite armor, and Mithril sword all indicate that this is a knight nobleman. It was the worst case for Emerson, and he now only hoped that the adult would value his sorcery. However, the gap in status and the hostility of the nobility put Imerson under so much pressure that he stiffened, his mind stagnated, and he could not say anything.

Equally nervous was Victor. The death of the little baron at the hands of wizards has made Victor fearful of these wizards with extraordinary powers.

For this meeting, Victor made elaborate arrangements. The 30 alchemy militiamen, armed to the teeth, keep an eye on the alchemy mastiff's reaction, and if the alchemy mastiff senses danger, they will immediately chop the wizard into pulp. Victor specially put on his special armor, this armor is made of the armor of the Ant-Man leader, Thorium and Mithril, it weighs only 18 kilograms, and its defense power is definitely more than any type of Mithril armor, and the Adamantite Double Silver Sword in his hand is also the top equipment. Victor was only 6 meters away from Imerson, and as long as he saw the flickering light of the runes on Immerson's body, he would swing his sword and cut off the wizard's head in an instant of 0.2 seconds.

From the moment Emerson walked into the room, Victor entered the state of apocalypse, and he clearly noticed Imerson's chaotic heartbeat, but he only paid attention to the changes in the light around the wizard, and never opened his mouth to ask.

Actually, Victor is purely worried. The methods of wizards are strange, but the more powerful the sorcery, the more demanding the time and conditions for casting spells. Wizards who can directly kill their opponents at the soul level are even rarer, and their witchcraft requires not only a long preparation time, but also special rituals, and the slightest mistake will be consumed by witchcraft and die. That's how the wizard who killed the little baron hung up in the first place.

Fear stems from the unknown, and Victor doesn't know wizards, nor does he know what methods Emerson has. In the face of the public enemy of the human world, it is normal for him to have this kind of reaction.

Emerson didn't dare to speak, Victor forgot to speak, the alchemy militia didn't need to speak, and the atmosphere in the hall froze like this, like a comical picture, until a small head poked out from behind Eimerson.

Bell glanced curiously at Victor and then shrank back behind his father, but those clear, innocent eyes reminded Victor of his deep-seated moral values. In a civilized society in times of peace, no normal person would intimidate a child for no reason.

The coldness faded quietly, the dark eyes regained their agility, and Victor withdrew from the apocalypse state. Everything was so natural that Victor was completely unaware that his compassion was awakened in a state of transcendence.

It wasn't until years later that Victor learned that breaking down hostility was one of Bell's three greatest gifts for self-preservation at an early age. It is this ability to be loved by everyone and see flowers bloom that makes Bell always save the day, and even Victor has benefited a lot from it. Of course, that's an afterthought.

Emerson woke up at the same time, he bent down and saluted, and said respectfully: "Good day, honorable master." It is my pleasure and expectation to meet you. ”

"Your name is Emerson?"

"Yes, honorable master. ”

"Imerson, your squire etiquette is very standard, it seems that you once served a certain Excellency. But I am not your lord, and you do not have to call me your master. I'm interested in your story, though. Victor bowed his head slightly, and ordered Jack beside him: "Give Emerson and this ......"

Imerson hurriedly pulled Bell out from behind him and said flatteringly, "Bertina, noble and merciful lord, you can call her Bell." ”

At this time, Bell was just an ordinary-looking little girl, and she made a harmless impression on Victor, and gave birth to a little pity, so he smiled and said, "Give Mr. Emerson and Miss Bell a seat each, I want to hear their stories." ”

The alchemy militia brought over two chairs, and Emerson sat down flattered and said, "I am willing to serve my lordship." He then begins to tell Victor the story of himself and Bell.

Victor listened quietly, and before he knew it, his hostility was dissolved, and the atmosphere in the hall became harmonious and natural. Only the alchemical creatures remained unmoved, still staring at the Emerson father and daughter.