"What should I do?" asked Arthur Stanley knowingly, his knuckles in his hair turning white, squeezing the brown hair out of his fingerprints. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"For Elio Paton, it's certainly better for you to die than to live. Odin stared at him with black ghostly eyes, and the moisture did not make him look tired.

"We're going to find a way to give you a reason to exist - bloodline, of course, they want the heirs of the Iris dynasty to be dead, and then they can fight to the death in the open. IMHO - if Ice Soul and Deep Valley are equal in power to the Four-City Alliance, you must be the first to assassinate, Arthur. ”

The warlock clasped his hands and dragged his chin.

"For the Deep Valley and Ice Soul side, let's call it the Western Alliance, your value is to give them a bargaining chip from their disadvantage to balance the Eastern Alliance, but once you ascend to the throne and they win the initiative, your value ceases to exist. ”

"And for the Eastern League, you should be the one they hate the most. But how can they make them need you?" Odin looked at Arthur, forcing him to answer.

"I give them the power I promised to the Ice Soul and the Deep Valley. Arthur's lips began to turn white.

"No, in that case- I might as well kill you. Any power at your disposal seems to the other party to be deprived of by you. Odin said bluntly.

"Assuming that all the plans you envisage can be realized, such as a victory in the South, and both Valley City and Ice Soul City support me on the throne, then of course Elio Parton will want the King's support, and it will be more advantageous to protect me than to kill me - because then the Four-City Alliance will inevitably break down due to interests, Silver Eagle City will be isolated on all sides, and the previous Iron Ruler will put them in danger. ”

Arthur's voice trembled, but it was very clear, as if he was not talking about his own life and death.

"They will choose to embrace me, and Silver Eagle cannot bear to lose honor and status. ”

"If your envisioned plan fails, or, if Elio Parton thinks he has the upper hand and the Golden Throne is within reach, what he needs to worry about is the rupture of the alliance of interests and the war with the West. ”

"What I need to do is to sow discord between Silver Eagle, Cisse, Chenxing, and the Four Cities of Bailin, and tell them that the wolves from the west are coming, and I am the one who holds back the wolves. ”

Arthur gasped slightly, and finally finished speaking, and looked up, his eyes bloodshot.

"Very well, Arthur. Odin smiled, his face swaying in the dim light of the fire, and his black eyes were so bright that they looked like a fire.

"For Elio and Bailey, you're the one holding the wolves at bay. But you are wrong about one thing - the south will not lose, and the traitors will surely win. Therefore, your negotiation time should be chosen after the victory in Paliwa City, in front of the Deep Valley and the Ice Soul Garrison Golden Palace, so that you have a better chance of winning. ”

"Sir, fanaticism and blind arrogance are dangerous. Arthur rubbed his brow—he felt as if a mosquito had burrowed into his head, making every nerve jump.

"Not because I'm arrogant—because I see things for what they are, for the nature of magic, for the nature of the Sanctuary, and for the nature of the rulers. I know them all out. Odin replied to the prince's question with a smile.

"In the twenty-three years I have lived, I have faced countless threats to life and death, and each time, I have survived. Not because I was strong or overly lucky, but because I knew more than my enemies, and I knew them thoroughly. ”

"On the surface, I am walking on thin ice, and what I am doing is whimsical and dangerous, because you cannot see the truth in the first place. If you know as much as I do, you will understand that everything I do has a very high success rate, and I have carefully left a way out. You may be amazed, but luck never comes, nothing is accidental. ”

The cuffs of the grey robe had been dried by the fire, and now every word the warlock said was hot rather than cold.

"Arthur, your cleverness will make you the ruler of power - by taking advantage of the struggles of the beasts, not just between the west and the east, but more importantly between the city-states, you will be able to fulfill your promise - to hell with the lords and the sanctuary, and to set the people free. Odin raised his voice.

"There is no need to exaggerate. Warlock, Odin, do you know what I want to do now?" Arthur Stanley's eyes reddened.

"Please say that suppressed emotions are bad for health. Odin knew it, but he kept it silent.

"I want to kill you. Arthur's brown hair was soaked, and his lips were white like ghosts.

"In addition to letting me know how useless I am, you also show me how despicable I am. You have pushed me into the abyss and made me as abominable as those beasts. Now my eyes are full of blood - you are the devil. The Prince's voice was inaudible.

"Face everything squarely, kindness is only useful if you gain power. Kindness is only a superfluous quality in mediocre people. Odin did not seem to hear the Prince's accusations, and only continued to push him into the vortex of betrayal of his will.

Then the warlock turned and left the tavern, leaving Arthur Stanley gasping for air in the dim light.

The prince's chest kept rising and falling, and in the empty coarse cloth clothes, the whole person looked like a skeleton. He had a new goal, but for some reason, it was more painful than ever. Perhaps it was the warlock's alleged responsibility, and his guilt for his relatives and friends, that led him to an extreme path.

Odin walked down the streets of the slums and rushed to meet with the Chancellor's connector, who concealed the fact of meeting Prince Arthur, who assumed he was still at the Imperial Theological Seminary, talking to Professor Corelli.

At first, they were amazed that Odin had been certified as Professor Corelli - that a warlock could have his own power in the Sanctuary in a way that no earthly power could imagine.

If they knew that bribing Corrily only required knowledge of spells, their jaws would drop.

Odin got into the carriage of the Hall family and staggered through Sunset Boulevard, Glory Boulevard, and King's Boulevard, the sky had completely darkened, like a layer of black charcoal pressing against the ground, and the rain continued to fall, reflecting one silver-white circle of light after another on the ground.

"Warlock, how was the conversation with the Professor?" asked the groom, with a casual look.

"He doesn't want to have direct contact with Deep Valley City, he trusts me and is willing to provide me with information. Odin replied through the glass of the carriage, his voice almost hidden in the sound of raindrops.

"Warlock, you'd better be honest with Lord Hall, or you won't be able to get our help. Southerners are not regular armies after all. The groom politely said that he had never actually taken the warlock in his eyes, and was unhappy with Odin's haughty attitude.

"Wrong - you won't be able to do anything without me. We are working together on an equal footing. Odin sat lazily in the middle of his leather chair - another "secret nail", he thought, the nails were loyal to Deep Valley City. It's a pity that they will never see the truth.

"Master Hall hopes to meet Professor Corelli in person next time. The groom deliberately slapped the horse's buttocks, and the carriage jolted violently.

"It's more difficult, the professor doesn't like to meet strangers, and even the holy priests have eaten behind closed doors. Odin didn't mind at all, and replied in a light-hearted voice.

"Then, until the next feast, you will not be free to stay in the house of Rigoletto, in the company of the most vicious criminals in the country. The driver tried to make his tone more polite.

"There is no need for freedom - I have one thing left in the imperial capital, and I am preparing to return to the south. Odin replied lazily.