Bruegel returned to his residence with the Flemish dark wizards.

It wasn't even a dwelling, because it was just an abandoned church, and outside the church was an untended cemetery, and when they came here, they sent a lot of ghouls and little goblins away— These dark wizards have always been quite reserved and arrogant, or rather, it is remarkable that they were able to keep their legacies under the pursuit and hunting of the almost ubiquitous Inquisition during the period of the Two Kings (after the merger of Castile and Aragon), rather than ending up as swindlers and wandering girls in bohemian convoys, as the wizards of France did.

The hateful thing is that the king of France, who did not care about the rules and gullies between the inner world and the outer world, not only did he boldly use himself as a bait to kill Boss and his vassals in one fell swoop—although Bos was notorious among the dark wizards, he also gained many recognition and followers of his kind, and his death made the dark wizards feel depressed - they all knew that Bose was not only dangerous, but also cunning, and even despicable, and it was not easy to kill such a dark wizard.

In addition, it was Louis XIV whose army combed every inch of his conquest like a grate, with the Italian wizards of Gayora and the clergy of the Inquisition, where the forces of good and evil, mundane and inhuman were intertwined—because they were facing enemies, and the army, whether in the city or in the village, had no regard for the feelings of the local population, and when it humiliated the Flemish people, it also made the dark wizards have nothing to hide—according to the king's

By decree, every person in Flanders had to go through the so-called identification process, a person needed proof of three adults, and those who did not have fixed assets were strictly questioned, and if a person wanted to leave his city, such as a merchant, he needed to obtain a permit from the French, and it was impossible for dark wizards to walk around the city as they wished.

Especially the dark wizards, who disguised themselves as painters, bards, and alchemists, found that if they revealed their identities, they would be immediately thrown into prison. If they resisted, the shrill sound of a police whistle would attract the clergy and wizards who accompanied the army. Not only are they outnumbered by the always loner Dark Wizards, but they also vile to ask for the help of mortals - Dark Wizards can be pierced by arrows and bullets, not to mention that those hateful mortals can actually bring in mortars when they encounter tricky prey—hell is that! Is that something for wizards? Even Merlin, who can turn into a dragon, will have a headache......

Therefore, although Bruegel immediately began to collect the power left by Bos as soon as he was sure that his teacher Boss was dead, there were still only a few dozen dark wizards here, and fortunately, although the church was deserted, it was still quite large, but the cold and damp evening breeze was constantly blowing in the missing glass, and the dark wizards did not even dare to light a fire, and a dark wizard who was good at refining potions walked around and peddled the so-called "hot medicine" to his companions It was soon revealed that it was a plant fruit that the King of France had obtained from the colonies, and that it would feel very spicy when eaten, and then his body would heat up, and the dark wizard was not ashamed: "Do you want it then?" he said brazenly.

A few dark wizards still bought it, the fruit of this plant can indeed expel the cold from the body as soon as possible, and there is no bad effect, but these are some wizards who are not very skilled in magic, and most of the dark wizards have turned their skin into stone or clay so that they will not feel cold.

When Bruegel walked in, they all looked at the dark wizard, who could only be described as a middle-aged man from the outside, and Bruegel did not speak, but walked to the altar - the stone altar had no white linen or elaborate hallows on it, but it showed the beauty of gold more beautifully...... A large number of gold coins, which were common to the whole of the Lowlands, belonged to the provincial coinage, and were of high purity, one of the same value as the gold louis, with an anthropomorphic of the Netherlands on the obverse, and a lion holding a sword in one claw, and a bundle of arrows in the other, which fell from Bruegel's hand to the stone altar like flowing water, as an incomparable playwright described— The luster of gold is incomparable to anything, it can make ugliness beautiful, it can make old people young, and it can turn a person with a bad reputation into a saint, but he didn't say that the sound of gold had the same effect, it sounded so pleasant, the dark wizards walked towards the altar, and Bruegel looked into their eyes as if he had seen his own leader.

"It's all ...... It's true. A dark wizard muttered.

"It was our Mr. Prime Minister who took it out of the treasury with his own hands. Bruegel could not help but excite that the gold coins were now piled up on the altar, and that the money had not been taken into account by the dark wizards in the past—they had always had a great deal of business to do in Flanders, but now their patrons were either dead, or in prison, or burdened with heavy taxes—and that the decrees issued by the new masters did not allow them to be prevaricated, and that France was like a glorious rising sun, but not a weaker Spain.

It's been a long time since these dark wizards have enjoyed a warm and soft bed, a hearty meal, a lovely girl, and some of them don't even have the materials needed to cast magic and curses—and by the way, their bazaars have been badly hit, and those clergy are wolfhounds with a keen sense of smell, and those wizards are foxes like them, and some nests that the hounds may not find, but to their kind, it's almost like they're exposed in broad daylight.

"That's not all. The other dark wizard asked greedily.

"Of course not," said Bruegel, "think about the price of Louis XIII, Louis XIV will only be higher, and if we succeed, you guys, then we will not only get money, connections, shares in the East India Company, but also an island, which will be our territory." "There is also a king, of course, Bruegel was careful not to leak a single star.

The dark wizards burst into an excited roar.

And at that moment, a small laugh came from above Bruegel, and although many of the Dark Wizards were laughing—happy laughter, weird sneers, vicious shrieks, the laughter was still caught by Bruegel, and he jerked his head up, followed by one of the Dark Wizards beside him, "Oh," he said a little nervously, and then relaxed, "it's a bat." ”

As soon as he said this, he saw Bruegel throw a wisp of sulfur powder: "Don't be stupid!" he cried, "our barrier won't even put a single mosquito!"

The fire cut through the darkness and was extinguished before it could touch the shadow of the bat.

Dark wizards are always in the habit of setting up all kinds of magic traps, obstacles and nets in the places where they land, and this church is no exception, not that they are as troubled by mosquitoes as mortals, but that there are many curses, all of which are achieved by insects - how can there be such a bat in such a place? Bruegel's cry aroused the attention of the wizards, and they realized that the moonlight that had been thrown into the church was no longer so intact - they were cut to pieces by hundreds of bats.

They didn't know when they arrived, silently, hanging one by one from the ceiling of the church, their eyes glowing red like a fire of charcoal about to be extinguished.

"If we disturb any of the noble princes," said Bruegel as calmly as possible, "we will leave at once, gentlemen, we are just some exiled dark wizards, and we have no intention of staying here long," he glanced at the gold coins on the altar, and waved his hand lightly, and the dark wizards moved their feet—this was not the time to skimp on money, and the affairs of the inner world could not be solved with gold.

But as if the death knell of the dark wizards was sounded, the door of the church suddenly slammed shut, and sawdust and dust poured down, raising the head of the dark wizard closest to the door.

Bruegel's breathing paused.

The great bat that had hung above Bruegel's head, its body hung slowly from the decaying lampstand as if it had melted, and hung down to the altar, and the slender black shadow slowly began to widen again, but as if for an instant, it swelled to the size of the whole church, and suddenly contracted again—the fire lit up, the cloak opened, and the "man" inside, no, it should have been Amun, Prince Zmich, smiled slightly.

Although Bruegel called them "princes" before, it was just to show respect, but as soon as he saw Amun, he couldn't help but turn pale and his eyes darkened - as a dark wizard, it was impossible for Bruegel not to know the existence and appearance of Amun - the demons were all crazy, and although Amon was their brainstorm, he was also the most crazy one, if he had a choice, Bruegel might prefer to meet the prince of Lessenlu.

"Your Royal Highness......," Bruegel bowed down humbly, almost touching his forehead to his knee: "Forgive us for our recklessness, Your Highness, we didn't know this was yours before......"

"This place doesn't belong to me. Amon said in a tone that bordered on kindness: "You don't know that Tsmich's domain is in Livonia. His words and attitude made Bruegel happy, it was not without dark wizards who occasionally encountered the blood clan, although they were both dark creatures, wizards and vampires did not have a good relationship, vampires regarded wizards as delicious food, and wizards needed vampire teeth, blood and bodies as materials for spellcasting, sacrifice or curses, but if both sides did not want to fight, then one side could pay some price and get away with it.

Amon glanced at the dark wizards, and the look in his eyes became more and more strange: "Oh, though I would love to see what you would bribe me with," he said, "but did you not think that I, and my children, are here—it is for you, Bosch's disciple, Bruegel...... For a small deal between me and Louis," Bruegel shuddered slightly, and he raised his head to wait for Amon to finish his last words: "It's a bit of a pity, but everyone, death is not too bad. ”

Amon was not surprised to see Bruegel's eyes change from meek and even flattering to fierce and vicious, the dark wizard took a step back, and as soon as his hands were wrong, a handful of brilliant light like the sun erupted from between his fingers, this light extremely close to the sun was a poison for the vampires, the bats screamed and flew up, rushing out of the church, and the light in the hands of the dark wizards was still exploding, it was obvious that they were all ready for both.

A giant bear transformed from a dark wizard slammed open the door of the church, and the dark wizards either incarnated or shouted their mounts, and the light followed them closely, although their eyes were also so stimulated that they could barely open them, but it was reassuring that the vampires were almost far away, and it was up to them to see their own means— But faster than them was a billowing cloud of black smoke, which swallowed the dark wizards like a long-awaited beast lurking in the darkness, and the light disappeared in an instant.

The bats crashed into the black mist as if they were falling from mid-air, spells, screams, and struggles abound, and a handsome Bloodclan dragged something out in confusion, and in the moonlight, he looked over and over again, and took a bite to make sure it was a drawing board.

Bruegel's talent was to be able to move freely through the drawing board, just as he walked from the drawing board to the chancellor's office, and he was able to escape from the small portrait he carried with him to a private and safe place, and he fell to the ground, ignoring the dust on the floor, he first gasped eagerly, and then coughed awkwardly, and he staggered to his feet, remembering that he had a bottle of wine stored here, and fumbled to get it.

"Why don't you light the lights?"

A voice sounded, a little flame jumped on the candle, and the wine flew and poured a full glass of wine into a glass.

Bruegel looked desperately at Amun, who sat down in a chair with his arms folded comfortably, and glanced at the cup, which was filled with scarlet liquid.

"When did Prince Zmich degenerate into the employability of mortals?" asked Bruegel, knowing that he had no way to live, in a hoarse voice.

"Probably because Louie gave me a price I couldn't refuse. Amon said.

All he left for Bruegel was darkness and coldness.