In the afternoon, a banquet was being prepared in the county of Arnold, on the north side of the town of Feifa, in the grand Arnold Castle.

Horse-drawn carriage guests from all over Hurgana descended into the castle in sumptuous silk aristocratic dresses, some with old-fashioned lace folds around their necks.

Then, in the vast banquet hall that the Arnold family had built for hundreds of years, it was enough to accommodate four or five hundred people, and in the vast garden next to the Ferfa Forest, they gathered and talked in twos and threes.

"Master, His Royal Highness the Prince of Fairmode has arrived in town!"

In a large room high up in the castle, piled high with bookshelves, the Earl of Hutt was intently examining a stack of papers, which he had kept in his hand the issues of the Imperial Capital Newspaper since its establishment, and it was not until the loyal butler of the Arnold family had brought him the news of the arrival of important conservative characters, and he put them down with a gloomy face.

"Prepare an overcoat for me, and I'm going down to greet His Royal Highness!"

"Yes, master."

The Earl of Hutt got up and ordered his personal maid, and only when the maid had brought his well-made tweed dress and coat to put on his body did the Earl of Hutt set out for the castle gate.

After descending the third floor, along the way, you can see many conservative members gathered together with wine glasses to talk, and when they see Earl Hurt, they all salute respectfully, although Earl Hurt is not in the mood to talk to them, but he also returns the salute one by one.

These minor nobles with the titles of knights and barons, although not worth mentioning alone, are an important part of the power of the conservatives, and it is with their support that the will of the conservatives can be carried out on the land of the empire, so even he should not be too lazy.

Hurrying to the gate of the castle, a magnificent carriage decorated with dragon and sun coats of arms slowly walked from the stone road of the town of Feifa, and many nobles in the garden recognized the owner of the carriage and immediately went to the door with the Earl of Hutt to meet him.

When the skilful coachman stopped the carriage, out of the carriage came a young man with golden twin children, his short hair like a flame meticulously combed and obedient to his scalp, and his every move was full of grace and etiquette like the most refined nobleman.

"Gui'an, Earl Hutt, and Lord Sirs! Thank you for coming here to welcome me!"

Prince Fairmode smiled gently at the nobles who were loyal to him, and descended the tall and luxurious carriage down the solid wooden staircase brought by his retinue, and beside him was a figure wrapped in a black cloak.

"No, Your Royal Highness, that's what we should do!"

The Earl of Hutt bowed slightly to greet Fairmode, and then raised his palm:

"Please go to the Arnold family's castle and sit down for a while, the banquet will begin soon!"

"Okay, then I wish you all a great night today!"

"Thank you, Your Highness the Prince, for your blessings!"

"Inherit the glow of His Royal Highness the Prince!"

In the sincere greetings sent by the nobles, the Prince of Fairmode followed the Earl of Hutt from a quiet and secluded road back to the study from which the Count of Hutt had departed.

Despite the lack of a fireplace, the temperature was maintained in this sprawling study, which was clearly inseparable from the power of magic.

"Count Hutt, are we ready for our plan?"

Walking into Count Hurt's study with the mysterious cloaked man, Prince Fairmode naturally sat down opposite Count Hurt's desk without being greeted by Count Hurt, and then asked eagerly.

"Viscount Draal and Viscount Fermango have already arranged things underground, but to enter that place, they have to help from the other side!"

Earl Hurt nodded and said.

"Don't worry! The Hand of the Dead is fully prepared, as long as they can get close to the Land of Dragon Sleep, they will be able to break the protection of the Land of Dragon Sleep and enter the interior of the Dragon Sleep Palace!"

When Prince Fairmode heard Count Het's affirmative answer, a confident smile curled up at the corner of his mouth, and he whispered:

"My father suffers a curse every day

It's time for him to be free!"

"But His Royal Highness, will we really not be exposed if we do this?"

Count Hut's eyes swept vigilantly over the cloaked man beside the Grand Prince of Fairmode, and said with a slight worry in his words.

"As long as we get what we want, the throne of the Sassen Empire will be yours, and Count Hutt can settle down, hasn't Lord Andlek already signed an elemental oath with you?"

The cloaked man seemed to see the uneasiness and vigilance in Earl Hutt's heart, and persuaded in a hoarse tone that was difficult to identify.

"Yes, Earl Hutt, what if we are exposed, as long as we can achieve our purpose? The major magic associations that are hostile to the Hand of the Dead regard the legitimacy of the empire as nothing, and all of them express their support for Dorothea's ***!

With that treasure, my dear father, even if he looks like he's going to die in the next second, he can actually live for another year, if not years!"

At the mention of the Hand of the Dead and the Magical Alliance, Prince Fairmode immediately lost his aristocratic demeanor and vented his dissatisfaction with anger.

"Is that treasure really that powerful? It's just that under the influence of the aftermath of the curse, Viscount Barney Greg, whose strength is close to that of the Golden Knight, was tortured to death by the curse two days ago, and His Majesty Plit, who has almost endured most of the curse, can still live for two or three years?"

Count Hutt asked with a frown.

"Truly! Of course, Earl Hut, after all, it was the treasure of a golden dragon, and even nearly a thousand years of time would not be enough to completely deplete its power.

If its power is fully unleashed, I believe it will be comparable to the legendary forbidden spell!

Therefore, even with the help of the alchemist, with the help of this treasure to resist the curse, I believe that it will be easy for His Majesty Pulit to live for another three years."

As if he was very disdainful of Earl Hutt's naivety, the cloaked man laughed a few times before explaining.

"Yes, Earl Hutt, my father held a council at the beginning of the month, and although he looked weak, do you think he looks like he is about to die? If you want me to succeed to the throne quickly, you can only give up that treasure!"

The prince of Fairmode also affirmed the cloaked man's statement, if it were not for the prince, His Royal Highness Fairmode would often be mentally tested by the royal magic guard, and he himself also carried various treasures that resisted the effect of confusion, Earl Hurt was a little suspicious that he was controlled by the hands of the dead.

After all, the weird and changeable necromancers have no moral scruples. If it weren't for their destructive power, the wizarding world wouldn't have united with the Templars to start the war of hunting necromancers across the empire two hundred years ago.