In the middle of the night, the royal palace of the Kingdom of Wessex was silent, and only a dozen soldiers were silent and stuck to their posts. For people outside the Anglo region, it is always customary to refer to all the people of the land collectively as Angles. But for the people who have lived here for generations, they know that their homeland is undergoing drastic changes. The original situation of the independence of the Seven Kingdoms was broken one by one by His Majesty Alfrete in the Wessex Palace.

During his more than three decades in power, the warlike monarch fought foreign wars, and today the Anglo region was on the verge of being unified by the Kingdom of Wessex. He was an ambitious monarch who aspired to build an immortal feat like the Charlemagne Empire built by the great monarch on the other side of the continent.

The lords of Wessex believed that the monarch had the power to lead them to glory, not only because he inherited the blood of His Majesty Hadrian, but also because under his leadership, the land was about to be renamed Wessex for more than thirty years.

In his youth, His Majesty fought with the great Charlemagne, and this is the most bragging story of his life. It's just that now Charlemagne's empire is facing disintegration, and the once brave and fearless Alflie has also passed the peak of his life, gray climbing up his hair, wrinkles replacing his resolute countenance.

"Your Majesty!" called the young lover softly, pushing open the door to Alfret's bedroom. After the death of their queen, His Majesty Afriel apparently began to indulge in lust. However, he still maintained the last of his savior's ethics, and rarely spent the night with his lover. It seems that he is saving the last shred of face for his marriage.

After a few consecutive calls, the old Alflie was no longer sleeping as well as he had been younger, and even a soft-spoken call could pull him out of his dreams.

"Your Majesty, Lindsay was captured by a wizard, and just now the wizard sent someone back to demand a ransom!" the lover picked up the blessed king, handed him a cup of hot milk, and briefly explained the news that had just been returned!

"Wizard?" Alfre, who was in his fifties, frowned deeply, that frivolous guy even dared to provoke a wizard?

"Inform the Chancellor, the Archbishop, and Master Brian to come to the meeting!" Alfred felt very irritable, and he couldn't bear to be woken up in the middle of his sleep because of his poor sleep, which meant that it was difficult for him to fall asleep again.

With a whirl, he lifted the quilt and smashed the metal cup containing milk on the bedside table as if venting. With a bang, the warm milk inside spilled out and landed on his tiger's mouth.

The lover hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe it for him.

The dim lights gradually came on, and the quiet palace was again noisy.

"Damn the Scandinavians, damn the Vikings, damn the wizards!" the roundtable listened to the confessions of the soldiers who had returned to deliver the message, and Afra roared loudly in anger, his temper becoming more and more irritable after a long lack of effective sleep.

"How the hell did they get over Hadrian's Wall?how did these Scandinavian barbarians do it?How did the wizard, the wicked, stupid, and arrogant wizard, get mixed up with the barbarians!, who would tell me!" Alfret's roar shook the soldier's eardrums, and he buried his head lower in horror.

"Your Majesty, the glory of the Lord will bless you. Now is not the time to vent our anger, we need to take action!especially the strange wizard!" The archbishop with the little yarmulke spoke to appease the monarch's anger, but he was also very irritated by it in his old age. However, he has been exposed to religion for a long time, and he can still restrain his negative emotions to some extent.

"Master Brian?" Alfrete looked at the silent court wizard, a wandering wizard who had served him for many years, and much of Wessex's fortune had gone to his still-unfinished wizarding tower.

"We have no proof, if this wizard insists that he is just passing by, then his actions will be in accordance with the law!" Brian rubbed his brow in a headache, a pale blue wizard heart slowly swirling around him.

"He only has a wizard's heart, Master, can you communicate with him? You know, our finances are in trouble right now!" A hundred gold coins is nothing for a wizard, but it is a lot of money for the average nobleman. As a vassal of Alfreux, the king is obligated to help the Lindsay family collect the ransom if they are unable to scrape together the funds. But Afriel was also reluctant to come up with such a large sum of money.

Sigh, Brian himself was just a wandering wizard. Although he is the same first-level wizard as the strange wizard, if the other party has a wizard tower, then it is not difficult to kill himself at all. But after all, he has been receiving funding from Afriel for a long time, and he has a short hand, so it is difficult for him to refuse in this situation.

"Tomorrow I'll lead an army to meet with the wizard, and hopefully resolve the misunderstanding!"

"Then there's Master Lau Brien!" Alfreux thanked slightly, just politely. Since Brian accepts his funding, he has an obligation to share his worries.

The sky was turning white, and dawn was fast coming.

The warm and humid climate of the Anglo region makes Bahrain uncomfortable even if it is camping in the open air, but he is slightly disliked by the small insects that crawl around at night. In the early morning, Bahrain woke up to the sound of horses' hooves, and the Vikings, who had been fighting for many years, had already raised their shields and were ready to fight.

"We are the messengers of His Majesty Afriel from the Kingdom of Wessex!" a group of more than 300 knights galloped forward. Stopping in a row five hundred meters away from the camp, an official wizard surrounded by the heart of a wizard rode a war horse, crossed the knights and lined up, and slowly approached Balin and the others.

"Wizards?" the Vikings involuntarily took a few steps back, the fear that Bahrain had given them made them instinctively fear all wizards. They all turned their heads to look at the still sleepy-eyed wizard Balin.

"Wizard?" the Vikings whispered to Bahrain, looking over the heads of the Viking warriors in some surprise.

"I'm Brian, His Majesty's Wizard Advisor!Wizard on the other side, we're here with friendship from the Kingdom of Wessex and want to negotiate with you!" Brian stopped not far from the Viking warrior on his horse, and said his intentions aloud.

The Vikings beneath the shield wall were in a commotion, taking a few steps back again, revealing many flaws in even the normally tight shield wall.

"Come back!" Bahrain pretended to be calm and stood up, summoning back the Viking warriors who were terrified of the power of wizards. Like Brian, Bahrain is likewise unsure if the wizard owns the Wizard Tower. It is not uncommon for wizards to build wizard towers because they are funded by the kings and nobles of the mortal world.

The Vikings leaned nervously together, looking on high alert, and slowly stepped back, ceding the venue to two wizards who also wielded extraordinary powers.

Seeing the heart of the wizard beside Bahrain, Brian jumped off the horse and stroked his chest first and nodded: "Hello, strange wizard." Please accept the greetings of His Majesty Afriel, the Guardian of the Seven Kingdoms of the Anglos!"

"Death to all men, Ethestan!" Bahrain's Black Tower sigil was revealed in the air, his first encounter with another official wizard, and he had to be on guard. He deliberately concealed his name, after all, what he did really couldn't be put on the table. Just borrowing the name of the innocent priest to cover himself up.

"Brian, member of the Wandering Wizards Alliance!"