The vast continent and the long battle line, whether it is the eagle in the north or the pigeon in the south, can not pass the information to the friends in time.

If you rely on the letter eagle to fly back and forth, it will take at least ten days and half a month for the military information on the front line of Severa to be sent back to Norman City. And by that time, it was already too late.

Therefore, the aristocratic forces have long buried a dark chess. Of all the schools of magic, only astral mages have the ability to communicate instantly. They can use the rhythm of the stars to teleport a spell fluctuation thousands of miles away. The receiver on the other end can decipher the information carried in it by comparing the pre-agreed ciphers with the strength of the fluctuating rhythm of guò.

Of course, due to his own mana limitations, a mid-level mage like Soros can send out a fluctuation of dozens of knots at most. But for critical intelligence, it's also sufficient.

Inside the tent where the stars floated, the middle-aged mage took out a round stone disc from his bosom, which was inlaid with twelve gems of various colors. Soros secretly glanced at Vilaneo, saw that his eyes were awe-inspiring, and knew that he couldn't do anything, so he had to obediently bow his head and start to operate.

Sunia watched him with interest, and saw him hold the stone saucer in his hand, and his lips moved to recite the incantation. Vilano raised his hand, tucked the starlight into his sleeve, and explained softly, "His mana is too weak, if I maintain the realm, it will affect the effect of the spell." ”

Sunia nodded, in understanding. In the darkness, I saw that on the stone plate, a gem suddenly lit up, and then the luster flowed to the two nearby gems, forming the simplest magic circuit. Lit, off, like three times, Soros breathed a sigh of relief, which indicated that in Norman City. Someone is waiting for his intelligence.

"It's a confirmation process, and if there's no response from the other end, there's no need to go ahead. Vilanoo introduced Sunia.

While the two were talking, Soros began a formal messaging. He held up the stone plate in one hand and stroked it with the other, twelve gems as fulcrums. A variety of simple circuits can be constructed. He used these circuits to wield the power of the stars. And the receiver who is far away in Norman City will guard the same stone disk, recording the mirror fluctuations that come from it one by one.

"He used the most common convention code, 'Whisper of Silence,' in groups of four stanzas. Villanoo saw through the trick when he saw it.

In order to ensure accuracy, Soros has to go through each set in his mind beforehand. Looking at his slow movements, Sunia was a little impatient. He didn't want to waste too much time here.

It took a quarter of an hour for Soros to finish sending the message. He drew an inverted hexagram between the gems to indicate that the call was over. Immediately, the middle-aged mage, who had overdrawn his mana, collapsed to the ground limply. He was sweating, but he still looked up and looked at Villanoo beggingly.

"Captain, you can go back to your life. The old magician ignored him. Said straight to Sunia. The young staff officer bowed and hurried out of the tent. Rush back to the front.

"As for ......you," said Villanoo, who sat down again, and asked indifferently, "what punishment do you think you deserve?"

"Master, please forgive me. Soros struggled to his feet, getting to his knees. The voice trembled. Learning from a legendary mage is a great honor, and for Soros, who came from a poor background, it means an incomparably bright future.

However, the nobles promised gold. It was also tempting, he needed money to buy magic materials, to socialize, to buy a cotton coat for the winter.

"Or, I'll nullify your mana and let you go," Viranoo paused, giving him a second option, "or you make a bloodline oath and become my servant, and I can be blameless." ”

Soros was stunned for a long time before he fell on the ground and replied in a bitter voice, "Master, I am willing to be your servant." ”

Norman City.

In the white smoke of the tea room, the wrinkled old man blew a mouthful of foam and said slowly, "How is the battle situation on the front line, read it and listen to it." ”

"The king was greedy for merit, forcibly crossed the river, met the enemy in the middle reaches, was defeated, the people were panicked, and there was no will to fight. A bald mage who was over half a hundred years old read the sermon word by word.

"What time is it today?" the old man turned his head and asked the middle-aged man next to him. This man was about forty-eight nine, dressed in a black gown and with a beautiful beard, and was none other than the Supreme Governor of the Ministry of Government, Amon Hammer.

It is also the old man in front of him, the eldest son of Duke Hammer.

"December 4th, Father. Amon replied respectfully.

"Well, it's early. "As one of the leaders of the aristocratic camp, Duke Hammer has always liked to speak in long notes, like an opera singer's aria.

"Everybody's ready, sooner or later, ready to go. Amon replied. In this coup d'état, the old people are the masterminds behind the scenes, and the middle-aged nobles like him are the executors and backbones on the surface.

"What if we do it now?" said Duke Hammer, looking at his son, his rightful heir.

"Then you can launch it now. Yamon replied, his voice filled with confidence that he was in control.

"Very well, let them get the news on to them," Duke Hammer nodded with satisfaction, and commanded softly, "If there is a consensus of opinion, then it will be officially launched in the early hours of tomorrow morning." ”

"I've already sent someone," Amon chuckled, "Father, we don't have to wait long. ”

Duke Hammer said no more, and closed his eyes. About half an hour later, the messengers returned, bringing back receipts from the nobles.

"Seven people were in favor of an immediate incident, and three thought they could wait and see what happened," Amon said, summarizing their opinions, "and there was no objection." ”

"What about De Vryss's **?" asked Duke Hammer casually.

"Of course she's happy to do it. Amon pursed his lips, as if remembering some pleasant memory.

"What about the moderate aristocracy?" confirmed Duke Hammer.

"Those cowardly fellows, they don't dare to agree, they don't dare to object, they only promise, there is nothing to care about. Yamon said dismissively.

"By the way, have you tested Korpov, what is his reaction?" Duke Hammer remembered the Minister of Foreign Affairs, who did not belong to any faction. As Snowton's biggest spy chief, he couldn't have been unaware of it.

"The other day, he had made a gesture of goodwill to me, and I hinted that he would not touch him, and he nodded and left. Amon replied truthfully.

"Well, you're doing a good job," Duke Hammer praised, "an old slippery head like this can be held in for the time being, and don't trust it." ”

... (To be continued......)

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