April 29.

There is only one day left until the "Victory Day Celebration".

In the middle of the day, the rain cleared and the sun shone on Norman, an ancient city that seemed to be welcoming a new beginning.

"It's time for the rain to stop," Allegri said, as he sat in front of the hall, "and it even seems a little unreasonable." ”

"At the turn of spring and summer, there has always been a lot of rain," replied Mordschic, who was sitting on one side, in a warm voice, "but the matter is man-made, and the king has already ordered the military to ensure that the parade is carried out smoothly even if the mage battalion is mobilized." ”

"No wonder ......," Allegri suddenly realized. Formed mage troops do have the ability to change the weather, but considering the outrageous value for money, few people would make such a luxurious decision.

"Please. The handsome Imperial official raised his glass and took a sip of tea. The two sat on the wooden verandah, behaving casually, like a pair of old friends who had known each other for many years, sipping fragrant tea and chatting about the past.

"Did anyone mention last night?" asked Mordschic softly, putting down his glass. Last night's fight made a lot of noise, swords intersected, and the fire was loud, so it was hard to ensure that it would not attract the attention of those who cared.

"Not really. Allegri shook his head. The others didn't say that the broken carriage had disappeared so inexplicably from the Marquis of Walledon, and he didn't say anything, which was really a bit unreasonable.

"No, that's right," Mordschic leaned back in his chair and said with a smile, "but I dare to pack the ticket, Davide sent a knight to intercept the Lord halfway, and all the forces are well aware." ”

"Oh?" Allegri was slightly stunned, "who leaked the news?"

"It's me," Mordschic smiled. Without waiting for him to ask, he continued, "In this way, those great nobles will think that the king's choice to suppress this matter is a manifestation of further favoritism in favor of David. But they didn't know that the king himself was at the scene. ”

Allegri nodded in understanding, then asked, "What do I do next?"

"Be a member of the aristocratic camp," there were only two of them in the courtyard, but Modesic deliberately kept his voice down. And, gain their trust. ”

"This ...... It's a little difficult, isn't it?" Allegri hesitated, and even if he tried hard, he would not be able to do anything.

"Your Excellency has misunderstood, and it is not to gain everyone's trust," Mordschic hurriedly added, "within the aristocratic camp. It is also divided into several major forces, as far as I know. Your Excellency and the Marquis of Walledon had a pleasant exchange?"

"On the surface, it's quite harmonious. Allegri nodded, not denying it, but his expression was still slightly confused.

"That's a good start," Mordschic said with a smile and encouragement. "Besides, we will fully cooperate with your actions, so adults don't have to worry about it. ”

"You guys?" Allegri raised an eyebrow, thinking he had misheard.

"No, it's us. Mordschic stretched out his hand and put together Allegri, and said solemnly, "Since the king trusts us and others, then you and I should work together to unify the north and the south, and rule the government clearly." ”

"Yes. Allegri chimed in, but deep down, it still takes time to develop this sense of identification with the empire.

"For the Empire. Mordsch, who had always been light and breezy, felt a frenzy of affection, and he knocked on his chest with one hand, made a knightly salute in the direction of the palace, and then took out a badge from his bosom and handed it to Allegri.

The iron lion's head, with its flying mane and majestic style, is roaring in the sky.

Misty swamps.

The collapsed temple of souls left only a lifeless ruin.

Illo stood for a long time before leaning down and picking up the steel spear on the ground. It was a weapon he was familiar with, and over the past few years, he had fought alongside his master countless times and forged a deep friendship.

It may not be called love, but the taciturn barbarian girl is indeed one of the most trusted companions of the half-elves.

"Yes...... My fault ......," Illomo muttered, squeezing the steel gun in his hand. At the moment when the spear was discovered, the only remaining trace of luck was completely shattered. There is no doubt that Bai Ji fell into the hands of "Death Knell", and with the ruthless methods of that evil god, she is definitely more than lucky.

Sadness, self-blame, mixed with a little despair, an inexplicable sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart, and the half-elf ranger even hated himself a little, why did he deliberately be reckless.

"Not necessarily," said the gray-skinned lizard, as he circled around the neighborhood and saw him so depressed, "from what I know about the 'death knell', Miss Pakki should still be alive......"

"What?" Illo perked up, and the probe grabbed him from the ground.

"It hurts, it hurts," the lizard twisted and explained, "The 'Dead Soul Country' of the 'Death Knell' can mass-produce low-level fighters, but it can't make up for the lack of high-end combat power, so a young master like Miss Bai Ji, he should be reluctant to waste it." ”

"So, where did 'Deathbell' get her?" Illo asked impatiently, with the momentum to chase after her.

"In the past, the 'death knell' has been dormant in the 'giant whale cemetery' in the deep sea, and rarely exists," the little lizard shook his head and said hatefully, "but now, he wants to plunder my office, and it is obvious that he has a small plan, and he will definitely not stay honestly." ”

He thought...... What are you doing?" Illo was stunned, he had a personal understanding of the terrifying strength of "Death Knell".

"The Death Knell' is 'death' and 'despair,'" the King of Evil Spirits introduced him after a moment's hesitation, "so what he wants most is for war to break out, and he will take the opportunity to draw strength to carry out his plan of 'Dead Soul Country'." ”

"But war...... It seems inevitable, right?" Alex next to him interjected softly. The "Holy Alliance" is falling apart, the Snowton Empire is sharpening its knives, and the continuous war is about to sweep the entire continent.

"Could it be that there is a reason for the 'death knell' in this?" Illo suddenly thought of a possibility, and a cool breath suddenly ran up his spine.

"Who knows," the Demon King snorted, "you humans are the most easily demagogized race. ”

"By the way, what about you?" the half-elf looked down at the little lizard lying in his palm, "what is your job?"

"Forehead ......" The gray-skinned lizard's tail flicked around, hesitated for a moment, and still whispered,

"Is my ministry 'evil'...... with 'fraud'. (To be continued......)

PS: (Chinese New Year's Eve, give everyone a New Year's greeting.) Keep the year, keep the year, the year is not kept. ）