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"This, this, this...... What is this?"

Or to see someone snatch something strange and still struggling from the top of his head out of thin air, few people would not be afraid, but for Dami Sebastian Fernandis Jasper, that person was the source of his greater fear at this moment, and the poor young nobleman was even so frightened that he could hardly receive control of Cheng Dù, he took two steps back, stumbled, and knocked over a wine table. The sound of the crystal vessel shattering into the melodious music made almost all eyes turn to this corner of the hall at this moment.

Edward frowned.

He could have used his last psionic energy to suppress the increase in trouble, but he didn't have time to do that right now, and most of his spirit was turning into invisible tentacles that pierced the soul of the little demon who was constantly struggling. Squeeze out memories from it for reference.

The Quasai Demon is small and weak, but they have enough intelligence, and their invisibility is somewhat similar to an innate ability, and they are not easily countered and manipulated by magic, so this kind of thing is often summoned as a scout, or a servant of some small means, and the summoning cost is low, even if they die, there is no danger of backlash or the like.

That is, sacrificing it when necessary is also a natural choice.

And it turns out that the psychic warlock knows the demons quite right...... In the next breath, a halo of light exploded on the little demon's body, and it exploded with a bang, and the terrifying blue-purple flames burst outward, and the fishy heat wave rolled outward, but the tongue of fire only rolled outward, and then it was immediately retracted by some kind of force, and spun into beautiful flowers.

The fire in front of him slowly dissipated, and the mind extended to infinity, merging with the darkness at the end of the sight. Memories that belonged to demons melted into the mind of the Psychic Warlock, who saw the boundless darkness and the burning flames. The flames were like lines on the ground, slowly outlining the shape of the six-pointed star.

The memory was so vivid that Edward could even smell every wisp of rust wafting through the air. And the little devil's gaze could clearly see the person who summoned him, and saw those spellcasters in black robes standing not far in front. They were seen dressed in black flannel robes inlaid with gold and silver threads. And in front of them, on a small altar. Quietly sits the body of a human.

Blood was pouring out of the white body, and the source was a dagger pierced into the heart, which snaked and glided, cutting open the plump breasts on the **, picking the heart out of its original position, and the pierced piece of flesh squirmed wildly. The blood vessels were pulled apart, squeezing out more blood and splashing around, but when the blood dripped to the ground, it had become black, viscous, like asphalt...... It fell onto the stone tiles beside her, snorting, and rising clouds of smoke and dark red flames.

This time. The little devil's vision darkened suddenly, and Edward could only see a shadow with a strong evil aura floating above the altar in the darkness as it buried its head deeply.

It's a familiar picture. The Psychic Mancer thought.

This is where the memory ends.

"That's that...... What's that, you, what did you do? Edward Vincent, what do you want to do?"

"Kwasdemon. A kind of little devil. ”

Edward's musings were interrupted by screams around him. He replied impatiently, and then couldn't help but be stunned - in fact, from the very beginning, the attention of the psychic warlock had been focused on that demon, so he raised his gaze, and he realized that there was a guy he knew...... "Oh. It's a man from the Jasper family, what's the matter, because I just saved you, so you're going to make me regret my actions?" he asked faintly.

"No, it's not ......"

When faced with that face. Jasper couldn't help but tremble, the mockery in that indifferent tone was simply not worth mentioning, but there was some kind of power, like an ice wind, blowing his entire body through...... After a moment of dumbfounding, he was finally able to reluctantly control his feelings: "I, I mean, what the hell is going on?"

I still want to know!

Edward was silent for a moment...... In fact, after walking through the door, he had wanted to leave, when it was nothing more than a dance hall hidden by magic...... However, the little devil made him change his mind, because the latter was ready to flee the first moment he saw him.

However, this little devil didn't actually give him any more hints, and even made things a little more troublesome...... Who the hell sent this little devil and what is he doing here?

"Maybe you've been in some trouble lately, right?" he smiled, "Is there any clue that someone is going to kill you?"

"Who the hell are you! Guard! Mage!"

Or maybe the scene was so bizarre that at this moment, the young nobles finally remembered to be in chaos...... They howled and stepped back, drawing their swords from their waists, but apparently soon remembered that they were facing a man who had some connection to the demon, and that the ornamental things did not give them any sense of security, and that they had seized the demon and turned it into flames...... No matter what kind of power the person in front of him has, it is not something that their broken iron can resist.

It's a hassle.

Although he has many titles such as the first master and disciple, the guide of the imperial prince, but in the aristocratic circle, Edward is destined to have no foundation, although most of the people he knows are sensitive, but the number is very few, and it is even more fragmented - from James, who has now become Strong, to Willian, one of the heirs of the Earl of Ralphs, to the Duke of Greenland and his sister, the Lord of the Sword...... Reluctantly, it seems to be the only one Daemon Long Blackhawk. He is considered the leader of a system, but it seems impossible for these people to raise his popularity higher, so it is not surprising that no one knows such a famous person as him on this occasion where there are nobles from all over the world.

"Stop! This is His Excellency Viscount Edward Vincent, he was just here to save me!"

Somewhat unexpectedly, just before the Psychic Warlock was about to use some kind of ability to quiet the noisy guys, the young nobleman of the Golden Pelican House helped him out, and a ring on his finger flashed at this moment, as if the illusion had stirred up his words.

As a result, there were subtle exclamations in the crowd. And the retreat that was originally afraid of being avoided. It then turned into a tidal wave.

Aristocrats, especially some nobles at the bottom, are wonderful creatures, they have an incredibly sensitive sense of power, clinging to the strong, is the meaning of their existence, and flattery and kneeling is the instinct of these people in the face of power.

But obviously. The Psychic Warlock had no interest in these people, let alone any intention of expanding his social circle among the nobles, and with a little time, he would rather think about what the things that happened this time meant something.

So. His figure only writhed in the air for a moment, and then dissipated, leaving behind a group of hapless creatures hugging each other, nearly crushed into patties by the anxious and blind fools behind him.

"It's dangerous...... Thankfully, there was preparation. Praise be to you, my master. ”

Carefully slipping away from behind the huddled pile, Damian Jasper narrowed his eyes and made his way through the messy crowd. He walked into the side of the hall, the warm little hall, carefully closed the door, he sat down slowly, sighed as if with trepidation, explored, felt a golden pendant from the neckline, and held it in his hand.

Thereupon. A dull blood-colored halo slowly flickered in his eyes, dispelling the fear from the young nobleman's face and replacing it with a contemptuous smile.

......

The chaotic Wind Moon Field had been left far behind, but Edward was still unclear, and his thoughts still hadn't been sorted out.

In fact. Summoning a little demon is not a big deal for any mage, after all, the Kwasai Demon is just one of the lowest level of demons. And now, under the influence of Pandorian Ryan's evil talisman, it is difficult for the summoned to return to its original plane, and it has to face the consumption of power every moment, but this damage is only for the summoned itself. For the summoner, this is not only not dangerous, but even a good thing to extend the summoning time as much as possible.

But the question is, what exactly is their purpose?

Is it the enemy? the Imperials, or the Tumenes?

If the purpose was only to kill Damian Jasper, then it would be fine, but judging by the memory of the little demon, it was clear that this was not the case, and the ritual of human sacrifice did not seem like a simple preparation at all—the psychic warlock quickly remembered the familiar reason for the scene.

The last time I saw something like this was in Farris, the underground of the harbor city, and the mage who called it seemed to use this ritual to unlock the seal of the so-called royal power.

Could it be that this time will be a copy of the last one, and a fragment of royal power is also placed nearby?

Very attractive idea...... Unfortunately, the odds are actually very low.

Edward held out a finger and wiped the vertical lines between his eyebrows...... If there really is a fragment of the zài royal power here, then there is no doubt that he can sense it immediately, this artifact has now given him a certain amount of approval, and even the divine energy that it swallows into it can be lent to Edward a little bit, and if there is a fragment of this kind of thing nearby, he will never be completely insensitive.

Or is that what Thomas was preparing?

There is some truth in this explanation, the power used by Thomas itself has a connection with demons and demons, and when he killed a ** division before, he had summoned a lot of demons, but in this battle, Tumenis almost poured out, nearly 50,000 soldiers or unable to confront the entire empire, but it is more than enough to clean up a corner of the empire, why bother to use demons that are easy to attract attention under the premise of being nine out of ten?

Or is it some kind of strategy used against the Elector Legions of the Empire?

Edward shook his head and threw this little thing aside, he had no interest in war, and whether the kingdom won or lost, it was none of his business, the empire was half a big 6, and it was impossible to break the bones and bones if he lost one or two of these cities on the frontier, and with Tumenes' current strength, the victory could only last until he got twice the size of the country.

Although it is a little sad, this is the rule of war, and without time for recuperation and the limitation of comprehensive national strength, expansion will not be allowed to go on indefinitely.

So this time, he only brought a hundred and fifty guards, which was not too much for a viscount. It is not conspicuous, but among these people, there are thirty of them, who have been transformed by him using psionic energy, half-elf mercenaries, who are good at bows and arrows and combat tricks, and the rest are the veterans who were originally Claudia's direct subordinates and were fished out of the Loyal Battalion by him, and their abilities are by no means comparable to those peasant soldiers. In fact, depending on the battlefield environment, Edward felt that even if they fought against the Tulip Guard Knights, they would not necessarily have no chance of winning.

It's just a bit of a shame that this is just a precautionary measure, and there's a good chance that it will come in handy.

The thought of being similar to intuition made Edward want to sigh again.

Or. Is it that the environment is too complicated and messy, or is it too unfamiliar? Since he came to the city again, his mind seems to have some noise, which always makes his thinking unconsciously drift in other directions, such as war. Even in the darkness, there always seemed to be a voice warning him that there was some danger. It's slowly approaching from a place I don't know.

As he passed through any door and landed on the small building assigned to him, the telemancer's gaze froze slightly.

Under the moonlight, a tall figure stood on the terrace, looking out against the railing...... The night breeze gently teased the simple battle outfit, and also outlined the slender body, beautiful female curves. The figure of a slender costume surrounds. The delicate silver border was drawn, making the shadow look like it was not at all smoky, and mixed with a certain picture in his memory, so that Edward's breath could not help but stagnate.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, pausing his gaze on the red head, shaking his head.

"Huh, master...... It's nothing. The female knight's body trembled slightly. Hanging his head to the Psychic Warlock, he seemed to hesitate slightly before he spoke, "I can always recall something, lately." Even when you are asleep, those things will appear in your dreams. ”

"Nightmares?"

"It's not something scary, it's about myself...... I don't know if that's the real me. It felt like it wasn't real at all, as if I was looking at something that a stranger had been through. ”

|“ Oh, can you sue me if you can?"

"Yes, of course. The female knight was a little panicked, took a deep breath, and then controlled some of her feelings: "I...... I had a very strict mother in my own family, and there were many people, who seemed to be relatives, and they laughed at me, and then my mother asked me to learn martial arts and teach them a lesson, and later, I became a soldier and gradually became stronger in battles again and again. ”

"Oh," Edward nodded. But for a while, I didn't know what to say-

"Master, is there anything you can do to keep me from thinking of this?" the knightess was silent for a moment in response to that little response, and then suddenly asked.

"Why?" Edward was stunned, "That should be your own memories, but what's so bad about having memories?

"Master, can you hold me tight?" the knight looked up,

She hugged Edward tightly. He hugged him tightly, as if he was going to squeeze him into his body.

Edward followed his forehead and kissed the tip of his nose, finally lips and lips together.

In the night breeze, the summer heat receded, but the female knight's lips were cool and seemed to be trembling slightly. So Edward stuck out his tongue and warmed her with the tip of his tongue. The female knight just sighed, and took the initiative to comply, and put two arms around the man's neck. Edward hugged her waist and left the terrace. But she didn't let go of Edward's lips, and even opened her mouth slightly softly, and tentatively touched the tip of the man's tongue with her little tongue. Please search for Astronomy, novels are better and faster!