Before dawn, a group of brightly armored knights left the city of Say and galloped to Dresden, the capital of the Duchy in the northwest.

The cold wind didn't make Rog curl up, but he unbuttoned his collar and let the biting cold wind freely burrow into his clothes. He was so excited, a new magical path had unfolded in front of him, although he had only just stepped on one foot, although he was not alone in this path, but after all, it was a path that not many people had traveled.

Now Rogge's mind was all about how to combine his mental power and magical advantages with his strong body. As for what to do when he arrived in Dresden, he had no intention of thinking about it.

Although he still had a lot of tasks to accomplish in Dresden, since this was a principality ruled by the great nobles, and since everything in the Holy Alliance admired the imitation of the civilization of the south, he was confident that he would stir up trouble in this circle.

From time to time, a concerned gaze fell on Rogge's back. Rogge smiled slightly, turned his head casually, and not far behind him, Adjani immediately blushed and turned her head. The corners of Wind Butterfly's mouth, which was following him twitched slightly, and she turned her head to look away. Although most of her face was obscured by her delicate flower-carved face, Rogge's sharp eyes still saw that there was no blood on her lips.

The fat man turned his head and smiled triumphantly. The fifty elven knights who followed him were once again selected from among the eight hundred elven warriors, and they would carry out their orders to the letter. Even if it's a wind butterfly, it won't disobey. Never in his life had he ever had such a joy in mastering everything!

Rogge let out a long howl and galloped away. Dozens of elven knights followed closely.

Only smoke and dust were left behind.

Although the snow has stopped, all the snow has been cleared from Dresden's Dieugen Boulevard, revealing the neatly laid bluestone slabs underneath. Two rows of tall arctic ice pines are planted on both sides of the avenue, and the dense needles have turned dark green in the bitter cold. Far from adding a bit of a lightness to the surrounding dark gray and brown buildings, this green color only adds to the solemnity and solemnity of the entire avenue.

There are less than ten mansions on the long Dryugan Boulevard. It was inhabited by the prominent nobles of the Duchy of Arley and even the Holy Alliance.

In one of the grand mansions, Hilley was sitting in his lavish parlor, carefully reading the letters in his hand through crystal glasses. He was tall and thin, with meticulously groomed white hair, and three large, clumsy rings on his left hand.

Opposite this majestic old man, Will was sitting in a splendid embroidered gold armchair.

A roaring fire burns in the fireplace, and the living room is as warm as spring. But Will's forehead was covered with sweat, his hands clutched tightly at the hem of his shirt, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion.

Will was very nervous, he was just a small civilian tax collector, in the hierarchical Holy Alliance, the line between commoners and nobles was very clear, not to mention that the Marquis of Hilai sitting in front of him was one of the most powerful nobles in the Duchy of Are, and he held the power of the Duchy's affairs.

It was a great honor for Will, who was of humble status, to sit in front of the Marquis of Hilley. Will knew very well that this was not because of how important he was, but because of the letter in Healai's hand.

After reading the two-page letter, Shilai read it three times before he raised his head and asked in an unhurried voice, "Why did this great magician, Lord Rog, want to serve the Grand Duke Tikrick, why did he come to me, a useless old man, first?"

Will hurriedly put on the words that he had already memorized: "Lord Rogge, the Hilley family is an ancient family that assisted the Tikrik family in establishing the Duchy of Are, and it is his honor to have you as the introducer. ”

Helai stroked his long beard, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Lord Rogge must be a great magician if he can have a personal elven guard. In the Holy Alliance, the status of the Grand Magician is far higher than that of us small nobles in remote areas! ”

"Lord Rogge said that although the Duchy of Arei is not large, there is no shortage of nobles with a long history and noble blood in the upper class. To enter the social circles of the aristocracy, a noble introducer was indispensable. ”

"Huh. Shilley chuckled lowly, "Lord Rogge really thinks highly of me as a useless old man!, and I beg you to go back and tell Lord Rogge that I have the privilege of being the Grand Magician's introduction to the court and the high society of Dresden." When he arrived in Dresden three days later, I thought there would be a welcome worthy of him. ”

Healai personally sent Will out of the gate, and now he rode his horse and disappeared into the wind and snow before turning back to his house.

A pale-faced middle-aged man saw Will off with Helai, and it wasn't until the heavy door of the mansion closed with a bang that he asked, "Father, with your status, it's reasonable to send the Great Magician Rogge." But he's a small tax collector and a commoner, is it worth it for you to brave the cold to send him out of the house? Besides, he hasn't given any gifts yet, which is very rude!"

"Jorgen, you're the deputy head of the Principality's Legal Affairs Department, so you don't know what's going on in Earl Schuluck's domain, do you?"

"Are you referring to the demon resurrection that happened ten days ago? Now the news may have spread throughout the Duchy, nay, even in the Holy Alliance. You know, the speed of rumors is unimaginable. I heard that it was this Rog who subdued the ancient demon. Judging from the report, this demonic power is so powerful that it has destroyed most of the castle that Count Luck has been fortifying for hundreds of years! It's hard to imagine, I went to Count Luck's territory this summer! Count Luck's castle is made of granite two feet long and half a foot thick!"

Healai interrupted his son impatiently, and said, "Don't you see anything other than what is said in the report and what you have seen? ”

Jorgen tried to think for a moment, but it was clear that, as a son of a family, wine and beauty were his forte, and it was beyond his ability to deduce something new from the facts and analyses laid out in the report.

"Ah, Father, I see! You see, after Mr. Rogge sealed the demon, he actually let his elven warriors occupy the castle of Said, and he himself lived in the castle of Count Luck. He must have wanted to have the territory and wealth that Luck had left behind, and he wanted us to support him!Aha! Father, this is not a trivial matter! He is a miser for not sending a gift! Maybe we should ask him for two elven slaves, I heard that every elf under his command is superb! Maybe it will be more beautiful than a few elven slaves of the Grand Duke of Tiklik!"

Healai let out a long sigh.

"Jorgen, he's right to occupy Luck's territory, maybe it's really to guard the demon's seal. That would be a good thing for all of us. However, a powerful mage like him, and a guard composed of hundreds of elven warriors, this strength is really a little too strong for our Principality of Are. There is no country that does not welcome a powerful magician, and the Principality of Arei is no exception. Except, of course, our nemesis, the court magician, Mr. Gnawara! This Mr. Rogge is obviously not an ordinary magician! Luck's wealth is nothing to a high-ranking magician like him, and there is no need for him to covet it. Think about it, what will happen if such a powerful great magician appears and is ready to settle in the Duchy of Are? My sworn enemies will definitely try to win him over at the first opportunity! But now he has offered me to be his recommender, which is simply a good thing that fell from the sky! Jorgen, the kindness of a great magician is the best gift for us!"

"But father, maybe he's very ambitious......"

"When I was younger, I traveled to the South and came into contact with the developed magical civilization of the South. Every magician has ambitions. But their ambition is more in the pursuit of great power than in worldly wealth and power. Grand Magician Rogge's ambitions will never be limited to the Duchy of Are. This country may be enough for a mage like Ganwara, but for a great mage who can seal demons, such a country is too small. When his eyes are fixed on a further goal, the trivial affairs of this small and remote country will inevitably need someone to take care of for him. So, the more ambitious he is, the better it may be for us. I only have a son like you, and I'm so old, and I'm still worrying about the affairs of the principality, and it's all for you! If I'm not in his position, how can you fight those old foxes? Now, if our family can get the support of Grand Wizard Rogge, then I can retire with confidence. ”

Jorgen nodded pretending to understand.

Healai sighed, he only hoped that this drunken son could pass on the family in peace. The two grandchildren are not yet ten years old, and I am afraid that I will not be able to support them one day when they grow up.

The old man sat on the sofa brought in from the south, carefully calculating. After a while, he ordered the carriage to be prepared, and as soon as the Archduke Tikrick's lunch break was over, he was ready to meet the Grand Duke and arrange a welcoming ceremony for the Grand Wizard of Rogue.

When Rogge and his party stopped in a small town, it was only noon, and they had just walked dozens of kilometers. He went straight to the largest inn in town, chartered it all, and 'invited' all the guests out for double the price. An adventurous team of six people was obviously not happy with Rogge's domineering behavior, and swore and put on a battle stance. But in the blink of an eye, he was knocked down by the wind butterflies one by one, thrown out of the inn gate, and had to leave in disgrace.

The arrival of dozens of elven knights caused a stir throughout the town, and countless curious townspeople flocked to catch a glimpse of the legendary elves. Rog deliberately let the townspeople see the beautiful faces of several elves, and only then did he completely close the door to the inn.

The fat man was in no hurry to get to Dresden, he needed to give the ministers of the Duchy of Arei a little time to react. He didn't doubt that Helai would refuse his proposal, no one would refuse the kindness of a great magician, not to mention that the great nobles of the Principality of Arei were not just a family of Hilai. If this old guy doesn't know each other, he still has several candidates!

Before that, he still has some work to do.

As soon as Rogge sat down in the room, the door quietly opened, and Adjani flashed in, and with a sigh, her fiery body fell into Rogge's arms.

Rogge waved his hand, and a light breeze closed the door.

The temperature in the room suddenly rose several degrees, and in a moment, Adjani was already naked and thrown on the bed by Rogge. Her skin was sickly pale, and the soft curves were a mixture of strength and femininity. As a shadow swordsman, she is considered plump among elves, but elves are naturally thin, and she still looks very slender. Only the rounded hips and a pair of long legs are full of the feeling of strength.

In the dim light, Adjani's [***] is like a layer of smoke, full of hazy beauty. Her eyes were closed, her face was flushed, her fingers were clutching at the sheets, her legs were twisted together, and she didn't dare to move. Like most elves, her ** is not very big, only a hand, but it is beautiful and upright.

She wasn't the ultimate beauty, but the shyness of that moment was enough to captivate everyone.

Rogge stared at her [***] for a long time before gently squeezing her feet. Adjani's whole body trembled, and her fingers tightened. Rog ran his hands down her legs and slowly opened Adjani's twisted legs. With the sudden force of his hands, Adjani's legs were greatly separated, almost into a word, and the mysterious and plump square inch of land, without any concealment, was completely presented in front of Rogge's eyes.

Adjani exclaimed, this posture was too embarrassing, and she felt Rogge's heavy snort spraying on her most tender and sensitive place, where could she stand it? She hurriedly sat up, trying to cover her shame, but her legs were gently lifted by Rogge, and she fell on the bed again. Rogge lifted her legs high and teased her. Adjani let out a moan from her throat, her skin already dyed a brilliant pink.

Rog couldn't take it anymore and pounced on her, filling her with a heavy ......

There was an inaudible sound of a teacup cracking next door. That's Wind Butterfly's room.

Rogge smiled triumphantly, and suddenly increased his movements, and Adjani's uncontrollable moans poured through the thin walls into the room of Wind Butterfly, and the wisps echoed endlessly.

After a long time, Rogge crawled off Adjani's body, and she was already paralyzed as mud.

Adjani lazily stretched out her arms, hooked Rogge's neck, and fell into his arms. Rogge hugged her gently and whispered in her ear, "Adjani, there is something you can do for me......

Adjani listened and was suddenly taken aback, and hurriedly replied, "Lord Rogge...... This, this thing is too ...... I can't do it!"

Rogge's face changed slightly, and he said coldly, "Could it be that what you said about 'I can go to hell' is false?" He put down Adjani and began to sit up and dress.

Adjani hurriedly got up, hugged Rogge from behind, and said in a panic, "No! Lord Rogge! I didn't mean that...... You know, this is so incompatible with the beliefs of our elves. I'm really embarrassed, I'm afraid I'm ......."

Rogge snorted coldly, choking the words "can't do it" in her throat.

Adjani pressed her face tightly against Rog's back, a few crystalline tears slipping down her cheeks.

"Lord Rogge, don't be angry. I'll do it, I'll do everything for you!"

Only then did Rogge turn his anger into joy, turned around and hugged Adjani, and kissed him heavily. Adjani let out a low groan and hooked her arms around Rog's neck.

She's put everything behind, even if she goes to hell tomorrow, it's tomorrow.

After kissing Rogge goodbye, Adjani got dressed and quietly walked out of Rogge's room.

Except for Wind Butterfly and the rest of the guardian warriors, no one else knows about her and Rogge. Rogge also repeatedly told her not to speak out.

Rogge relaxed, fell on the bed, thought about his thoughts, and suddenly laughed triumphantly. Although he rectified Adjani very badly, the physical strength of the twelfth level shadow swordsman was definitely not bad, and now the fat man's body was also full of fatigue after the battle. He tilted his head and fell into a groggy sleep.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, and a small cloud of extremely faint smoke quietly poured out. The room was filled with a mysterious buzzing sound, and a flying insect the size of a palm came out of nowhere and slowly circled around the room.

It had four thin transparent wings on its back, and its body was made of white bones, and behind it was a jet-black, two-inch-long terrifying tail thorn. Its head turned out to be a skull the size of a pigeon's egg, its mouth opening and closing, and its hollow eyes glittered with a little light.

It flew around the house twice before it smelled flesh.

The flying insects circled around, and as soon as the thin wings were retracted, they swooped down on Rogge! The sharp tail spikes thrust forward desperately, and the ends of the six thin legs also poked out small sharp claws!

In his sleep, Rog was dreaming that Wind Butterfly had to give in under his serial means, and was beginning to undress, seeing that a pair of snowy peaks were about to be revealed. At this moment, he suddenly felt a bitter cold! Before he could think about it, Rogge instinctively rolled over and fell from the bed to the ground.

With a thud on the ground, the spikes of the flying insects pierced the place where Rogge had just laid, and the terrible spikes of two inches almost pierced the bedboard! It struggled for a while to pull out its tail thorns, and flew towards Rogge with great speed.

Rogge broke out in a cold sweat, and all his sleepiness flew out of the Nine Heavens Cloud. He kicked up the table, and the flying insects slammed into the table, but then it circled in the air, and the little skull was sharp-toothed, and then it bit Rog viciously!

The fat man is now extremely experienced in combat, and after the initial panic has passed, he is no longer so busy. What's more, this flying insect is a kind of undead creature, although it looks extremely terrifying, how can he, a necromancer, be afraid of undead creatures?

Rogge raised a light shield in his left hand to block it out, and then two magic arrays appeared in front of him, and ten enhanced magic missiles staggered out, blasting the flying insect into bone powder in the air.

Before he knew it, Rogge was sweating through. He wiped the cold sweat from his body, and he was still afraid. This inn has already been inspected by the elves, how could such a vicious undead flying insect suddenly come out? It stands to reason that these undead creatures will never be able to escape the search of the elves' natural eyes. What's more, this flying insect is not fatal, it can be used to assassinate others, and it is conspired that Rogge, who has thick skin and thick flesh, will only suffer a little injury at most.

But the thought of its sharp teeth, sharp claws, and terrifying tail spikes that were not commensurate with its stature made Rogdon feel the flesh on his body tighten!

The fat man thought about it for a moment, and immediately knew that the most likely perpetrator of this matter was...

Fengyue!

Rogge couldn't help but feel annoyed, this Fengyue is too unreasonable! He has been working very hard to cultivate magic and spiritual power, and he has recently made a major breakthrough, and after a ** rest, he actually has to send a flying insect to bite him? Even if it is to improve his strength, he doesn't need to work so hard, right? Also, the breath of this little thing is very weak, if you don't actively search, it is difficult to find its existence. Just now in my sleep, relying on intuition to get away with the fat man, but intuition is this thing, to put it bluntly, luck. The fat man didn't expect to have such a sharp intuition next time.

When did Fengyue's subordinates have such strange undead creatures? Even Rogge, a necromancer, had never heard of it.

He began to call out to Gregory.

Anyway, when calling Fengyue, it will only be the bone dragon, and it will only come once after calling it a few times, and now the surname Rogso has begun to call the bone dragon directly.

The room was so small that Gregory could only curl up as much as he could, and smash the table to pieces. Rog didn't have a place to stay either, he simply climbed onto the back of the bone dragon.

"Gregory, what's the matter with this flying insect!" Rogge said angrily.

"That's what the host meant. She is already impatient to wait for you to improve your strength! The master said that you are in a very dangerous situation now, and you should always be on guard against someone plotting against you. This training is great for improving your intuition about danger. Gregory replied meekly. It knew, and now Rogge's power overwhelmed it again. The clever Gregory has always been very deferential to the strong, not to mention that the insidious meanness of this strong man is far beyond the imagination of the bone dragon!

Rogge was angry.

Doesn't this mean that I won't have a good night's sleep every night in the future?! How can this work! For the sake of future happiness, this matter must not be accommodated! I have the protection of the elves to protect the samurai, how can there be any danger?

Preparedness in times of peace is Rogge's instinct. He thought a little deeper, what if...... In the future, when I was in the middle of being a woman, I was bitten or stabbed by such a big insect on the buttocks, it was not a joke! Don't look at this bug is not big, but just now a needle actually pierced the bed board! The fat man secretly measured his strength, if he did not gather mental strength to protect himself early, his fat would not be as hard as a plank.

"That's nonsense! I'm not going to say yes!" Rogge said categorically.

"The master said, this matter is settled!" replied the bone dragon categorically.

Gregory softened his breath and said, "Master, you know when your master will put you to the test, but it's completely uncertain. So I thought, for your own sake, you should pay more attention to it! ”

"You go back and tell Fengyue!I can't allow it to do that!'s so foolish!" Rogge grew angrier.

Gregory looked at Rogge with great embarrassment: "Master's master, this is ...... You'd better go and talk to the host yourself!"

The fat man's heart immediately shook, and he subconsciously blurted out: "Nonsense! If I dare to say it, do I still need you to pass on the word!"

He suddenly woke up, and his face turned red rarely. How can a magician be afraid of his pets? If you say it, I'm afraid it will make people laugh out of their big teeth.

But Gregory understood Rogge's mood very well, which somewhat embarrassed the fat man.

"The host was always right. I don't even dare to tell my master what you said! Even if the word is passed and the master has already decided, he will definitely not change it. Rather than make your master angry, you might as well do it, and that will do you good, you say?"

Rogge was silent for a while, patted the bone dragon's head, and sighed.

Gregory was rarely silent for a long time, and he also let out a long sigh.

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