"You are the noble guide of the Shash Wind who is in charge of death, you are the great Amethyst Grand Mentor of the Empire, and I am sure you will forgive my comrades-in-arms for their rashness. The warriors of Ugol do not understand the magic and clothing of the Empire, so please forgive them. ”

Frey fell to one knee in front of the man in black and saluted, her voice trembling a little, her slender body trembling slightly with excitement and shock. The cold wind of early winter swept through the woods, and the soft cheeks of the seventeen-year-old girl were red with cold, and her short black ponytail and red ribbon of hair swayed softly in the wind, and this scene was accompanied by her gentle voice, like a beautiful picture.

"Little girl who believes in Tár, you are a wise and lovely child, and your words make me very comfortable, and I appreciate people who understand reason. ”

Frey's words seemed to satisfy the man in black, or the great Amethyst Grand Teacher, and a smile appeared on his gloomy face, but it quickly became gloomy again, and his gaze fell on Hyde, who felt a tremendous pressure in his gaze, which made him involuntarily clench the hilt of his sword.

"I won't deal with the rough soldiers of Kislev, for there are very few Amethyst men in this barren land of ice and snow. But a god of Mirmidia--- or a god of rare realm of discovery, actually waved his sword at me, what is going on?Neither in the Empire nor in Tyril, there should be no such ignorant nobles, the immortal Mor is the great father of the Valkyrie Mirmidia, how can the god of Mirmidia use force against the god of Mor? Don't you tell me that this companion of yours crossed the sea from the savage Lustria, right?"

The voice of the Grand Master of Amethyst was gloomy, gloomy as the megalith slowly approached, and Hyde felt a terrifying force emanating from the purple-black robed mage's body, pressing on his every pore, almost suffocating him. Even the power of the Valkyrie, which had just filled her body, had been reduced to a small size by this indescribable force, much to the young knight's surprise.

"The power of the Slaanesh Knight Tiggal is like a candle and a bonfire, even Admiral Lukin has no such strong force, is this the amethyst mage that Grandpa Loren once mentioned?

Hyde couldn't help but muttered to himself, and when Frey mentioned "Grand Mentor Amethyst", he suddenly remembered that old Loren had gossiped with him about the name a few days ago when he was camping. Amethyst mages are followers of Mor, the god of death, who wields the power of the mysterious Wind of Death Shash, and in the terrible storm of chaos two hundred years ago, it was the Amethyst Grand Mentor who rode the ancient dragon and the great champion Paladin Theodore Bruckner who destroyed the maggot lord Tamur Khan in a decisive battle, and the prestige of the Amethyst people shook the empire from then on.

But Hyde had never seen the Amethyst Mage's face or clothes, and there were no books or picture books in the midst of the rush. Old Loren only mentioned it casually, because these strong ** masters in charge of death rarely showed up, and Hyde didn't want to ask in detail, because death is always uncomfortable. I didn't expect to meet a real Amethyst Mage here today, and maybe a very high-level Great Mentor. His outfit was so scary, how could he blame the Ugol soldiers for thinking of him as a Chaos Wizard for a while?

"My companion is Hyde von Midenholland, the noble of the Duchy of Midland, the son of Marshal of the Great Elector and Princess Tyrir Valkyrie. His Highness opened the door of wisdom a month ago, and his wisdom and glory had been obscured by the mist. So please ......"

Frey looked up and explained as much as she could to the tall, thin mentor, she didn't want a misunderstanding. But her words were abruptly interrupted, because the black-robed Grand Mentor had already rushed in front of the girl with lightning and pressed the black-haired girl's shoulder. This caused the Ugours to be shocked, and made Hyde draw his sword.

"What are you talking about?Princess Tyril's Valkyrie?Can you say that again?" the amethyst mage's dark voice suddenly became urgent, his thin fingers pressing tightly against the dark-haired girl's shoulder armor, his sharp nails grinding against the steel. This panicked Frey, and she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Anna, the Valkyrie Princess of Tyril, is my noble mother, do you have any objections?I have offended you with my companions, I apologize to you, but you should not hurt my comrade-in-arms Sayersky, nor should you frighten my lover, she has always been polite to you, and I hope you also have the demeanor of a great magister. ”

Hyde approached the tall, thin man in black, who bowed first, then raised his sword. The young man's voice was firm, with a hint of anger in his politeness, and no matter how powerful the opponent was, the man named Hyde was never a man to wince.

"Your voice reminds me a lot, brave lad. ”

The tone of the powerful Amethyst Grand Mentor suddenly became gentle, he let go of Frey, and walked slowly towards Hyde, who could clearly see his face under the hood, and somehow, a strange feeling suddenly came over him, and he vaguely felt a sense of familiarity and familiarity.

It was the face of a middle-aged man in his forties and fifties, obscured by a black hood embroidered with fine silver trim, astonishingly pale and thin, but still bearing traces of his youthful handsomeness. His pale blue eyes had an incomparably deep depth, and there was a special charm in the deep sunken eye sockets that danced with glitter and flame.

"You are very much like your mother, your hair and eyes are exactly like Anna, your handsome face is like hers, and I feel your brave surname, you are worthy of the son of my good sister! As for the problem of that Wuguo'er, you don't need to worry, I just let him take a nap to gain some necessary knowledge. ”

The voice of the Grand Master of Amethyst was full of kindness, the gloomy atmosphere disappeared, and the sun of the north shot out of the dark clouds at the right time, reflecting the gentle colors of the forest, as if to respond to all this.

"Your name should be Hyde, I know what happened to you. The unpredictable Mirmidia has at last brought down the gods to your body, restored you to your senses, and made you a glorious god, and this has not failed my good sister's heart, but alas, it has come too late! Why is fate so pretentious?"

The black-robed Grand Magus sighed softly, his voice filled with infinite emotion and sorrow, and a melancholy smile appeared on his pale countenance, but this smile was so kind, it almost made Hyde feel an illusion---- it should be said that this smile was very similar to his mother's smile in his memory!

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