A letter from the elves passed through Alfred's hand and was placed in front of Siegel. The envelope is as red as a maple leaf, decorated with golden vein-like fine lines, and sealed with a piece of emerald green holly leaf, giving the letter a rich atmosphere unique to the forest.

"What about the messenger?" Siegel tugged at the envelope, only to find that the holly leaves were unusually tough. He took the letter opener before removing the letter paper inside.

An elven ranger delivered the letter, and he then left, unable to keep it. "The messenger is dressed in white and brown, carries a longbow and a dagger on his back, and mounts a long-horned deer, and walks on the snow without slowing down. ”

Siegel nodded, focusing his gaze on the contents of the letter. The letter was written by the priest of the Moon Temple of the Elven Forest, and it relayed some of the words of the Elven Sage. Through various means, the elves believe that they have found an important stronghold of the God of Murder, possibly the concentration of black-clad assassins in the New World. However, this stronghold is located in the southern part of the New World, and needs to pass through the lands of the Southern Lords all the way to the southernmost coast of the New World. Due to the influence of the Elven War, in order to avoid irritating the nerves of the southern human lords, the Elves followed the advice of the Sage and could not send troops, but could only ask Siegel to assist in the investigation.

Siegel handed the letter to Alfred and said, "I'll go to this matter myself, you can arrange it." ”

"Can't you really give it to the hired adventurers?" Alfred frowned and said to Siegel, "There are many people in the territory who want to find a job right now, and there are many teams with good reputation and ability, and they are willing to accept the employment of the lord. As for the lords of the South. All it takes is a messenger to solve the problem. Or you can make Manna ......"

"I have to go to this matter myself. I'm afraid I won't be able to do well with others. Siegel said, "Don't worry, I can use the teleportation array to come back at any time, and you can report back to me every day as you did the last time I went to the Bull Rhino Tribe." ”

"The stronghold of the God of Murder must be fraught with danger, and you must not go there yourself. Alfred asked, "My lord, do you have a suitable candidate?"

Evan was the first thing that came to Siegel's mind, he was the best swordsman in Myr, and he also had some experience with the Black-Clad Assassins. But he is "Your Majesty". And every day he is elusive, I don't know what I'm busy with, is it appropriate to call him?

Manna is loyal, but her abilities are more military-oriented, and she hasn't heard of any specialties in adventure, so it's better to put it in the overall charge of Myr City. Modestie is a deterrent to Myr and cannot be moved. And since she came back, in addition to bullying Isaac every day, the dragon girl has crawled somewhere to sleep. The sheer amount of the Mir Energy Core made her so happy that she even drooled while she slept.

He had a few nice young knights under his command. But most of them are loyal and mediocre in martial arts. They are more about their ability to fight while riding horses than on foot adventures.

The Mage Federation is full of talents. But unless you have experience dealing with black-clad assassins, it's easy to lose your life when you're in front of an enemy. If you want to find someone, the protector is the best choice, but Siegel feels numb at the thought of Wendy, and his first instinct is to stay away.

Alfred's idea seemed like a good idea. Siegel thought for a moment and said to the butler, "Find the best team, especially with the experience and ability to detect and disarm traps. ”

"I'll do a good job. The butler nodded: "Do you need to be anonymous?"

"Yes. The letter is in your hands, and you can organize it. ”

Alfred turned to leave, and Siegel fell into deep thought. Ruling out the possibility that the Elven Sage made a mistake or the elf set a trap, this is currently the only clue to the man in black in his hand. Since Janet lost her whereabouts, he has tried every means to find her, but most of them have been lost. Occasionally, there was one or two specious pieces of news, but in the end all I found was more rumors and vague descriptions.

Dusk came, the shadows grew, and the winter nights were cold, and Janet was outside. Siegel sat alone at his table, with a map of the Southern Territories in his mind. The dwarves had sealed off the walled mountains before the Elven War began, and apart from the underground passages of the Heim Realm, where else could they travel between the two sides of the mountains? The men in black had attacked the Elven Forest and ambushed Siegel on the shores of the Lake of Tears, they must have their own methods.

Bypassing the mountains by sea is the easiest way to think of, but unfortunately neither Waterdeep in the north nor the Lord of the South are in Siegel's hardcore sphere of influence. The mage laughed at himself, in fact, how could he have any hardcore sphere of influence? If it weren't for the fact that the Southern Lord had been exhausted by continuous wars in the past two years, he would have already begun to plot against the Haim Lord.

He also didn't expect much information gathered through trade routes, because for merchants, criminals such as robbers, bandits, and assassins were closer to their lives and were never lords. Siegel has covered up smugglers countless times, and even forged documents himself, helping the Soth evade the Harbour Tax Collectors, allowing them to evade the Brookwood Port Officials, so it's not hard to see why his investigation is in trouble.

This time he had to go.

He got up and left the study, the door closed under his spell and joined the castle's magical barrier. The mage closed his eyes, communicated the protective barrier, and soon found Evan.

Wearing a training suit, a jacket made of thick cowhide, Evan was fighting an old man in the training room. They took blunt swords that they had used for training and wrapped chains around them to increase their weight. Evan was sweating profusely, but the old man across from him was calm.

Since Segal decided to resume his training in swordsmanship, he converted the castle room into a training room, which by the way also serves as a showroom for various weapons and armor. It's more private, unlike the training ground in the courtyard where you can be watched. Evan also took a set of keys to this place, but who was the old man opposite him?

This is a serious old man with a thin body, but an amazing strength hidden under his skin. He was in his mid-fifties, with white hair as short as stubble, and deep eyes sunken next to a straight nose. He saw Siegel appear. He pursed his lips tightly. He held his sword on the ground with both hands. A look of vigilance.

"Seagal, look at your robes, you know you're not here to train. Evan said, "Come, let me introduce you, 'Old Hunter' Viscount Perin Clark. ”

Siegel had heard Evan talk about this man when he was talking about the swordsman of the Starry Kingdom. Pyrine Clark once served as a bodyguard for Evan's father, the previous king, but was transformed from a stout knight to a shriveled young man due to an illness. It was a curse against the king, stopped by loyal guards - this is the history of the record. Although later he regained his health. But the size is never going back.

Because of his size, he looked like a shriveled rotten fruit standing in the king's guard, so Evan's father ordered him to guard the palace. During a hunt, Pyrin once again shielded the king from danger and killed a rampaging griffin with his own hands, earning him the title of "Old Hunter". However, he was not yet thirty-five years old at that time, and he could not be called old at all.

He did not feel insulted at all and remained faithful to the royal family. Pyrin wasn't around when the king fell from his horse and was injured, so rumors have said that he was a lucky star who could save the king's woes. Evan and Aaron fight over the crown. Pyrin vanished, how could he see him again in Mir City?

This is an old man with a dead fish face. That skeptical gaze made Siegel feel awkward. If he had always been like this, it was no wonder that the king had driven him out of the guard. The king is not a hedgehog, and he doesn't need the guards next to him to keep their spikes out all day.

"Didn't you wear the transfiguration headdress I gave you, and how did you get recognized?" Siegel asked.

"Oh, Master Perin recognized my campfire and thought I was a scavenger who was picking up belongings from corpses, so he challenged me. We got into a fight, and then he recognized me. Evan said with a grin.

"Fortunately, Viscount Perrin Clark. Siegel greeted him.

The old man just nodded, still silent.

Either way, Siegel was the royal count of the Starry Kingdom, and everyone stood on the land of Siegehelm, whether as a guest or a nobleman, and it was very rude for Pyrin to behave like this.

Siegel snorted and said to Palin, "Is your bad upbringing and bad temper any use other than to discredit the king?"

"You're a baron, I'm a viscount, there's no problem with the etiquette just now. ”

"I've been an earl for a long time. ”

"That's the edict of Aaron, the puppet king, and I don't admit it. The old man replied stubbornly.

"It turns out that the seal of the Starry Royal Family and the endorsement of the entire cabinet are fake to you. Siegel showed no mercy: "Your oath of allegiance to the royal family can be changed according to the pinch of your heart, why don't you say that after the death of the old king, you will not have to serve his son?"

"The mage is always rhetorical and scheming. Pyrin said, "I like verbal curses and summoning evil monsters. ”

"Idiot. Siegel said. He turned to Evan, who gestured helplessly at him, then pointed to his head, signaling that there was something wrong with Pyrin's head.

"Why did you come to me?" Evan tossed the blunt sword to Pyrin, unloading his weight as he walked. Siegel walked side by side with him.

"I'm here for Evan the Swordsman. Siegel said: "I have a personal matter that I need help with, and I may ...... There will definitely be danger, and it is not suitable for the king to travel. ”

"In other words, this time it's two adventurers instead of the lord and the king?" Evan's eyes widened, and he immediately clapped his hands: "You came at the right time, I have always wanted such an opportunity." ”

"If you want to investigate the stronghold of the men in black, you must not go there with great fanfare. Siegel said: "Originally, I didn't plan to tell you, but after thinking about it, if I don't look for you if you have difficulties, will you still be a brother?"

"Hahaha, I believe it!" Evan said, "When are you leaving?"

"It's estimated to take three or four days, and it's going to be like a hired adventure. Siegel said, "You get back to your physical condition, I'm a little ......"

"You can't go, it's too dangerous!" Pyrin's voice was like a crow, and he cried out out of place, "You have a great responsibility, the kingdom is still waiting for you, and loyal nobles and people are still waiting for you!"

"Do you need me to throw him in another dimension?" Siegel asked, gesturing to Assignment Lin.

"Don't do it, he'll offend everyone in the other dimensions, then there will be too many enemies in the Starry Kingdom - look at me. ”

Evan turned his head and said to Pyrin, "As king, I command you to keep this matter a secret. You can stay in the castle obediently, meditate or hone your martial arts, and you are not allowed to take a step, understand?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. Pyrin bowed and said. (To be continued.) )