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The sound of footsteps sounded not far from her side as the door opened, causing the woman who had turned to the distance to retract her gaze, "How is her body?" Because of the direct way of entry, the woman frowned and asked, but she didn't look at the person who pushed the door in.

"It's pretty steady, and I'm already asleep. The person who pushed the door in smiled slightly, but the expression on his face was a little bitter.

This kind of expression seems to be really funny, but unfortunately the girl can't see it at all: "As of yesterday, the effect of the treatment has stiffened and can only last for a few hourglasses, what is going on? It's just a month, don't you have anything to do?" The woman who got the answer was not satisfied: "How long has it been? I just let the temple go...... It's only been a month since you left her by your side, and you've actually let her be plotted by someone else? What did you do?"

Around her, the faces of the few Krurod apprentices standing still in the small hall changed suddenly, and they looked around cautiously, their faces even more frightened, until they were sure that there was silence around them, and no one showed up, or shouted for them to kill, and then they barely fell silent.

"What can we do?"

One of Krurod's apprentices said, raising his voice indignantly. "When her body started to feel unwell, we had already found a few priests to treat her, and we didn't see anything unusual at that time? So we ......"

"Now that they know that they are getting weaker and weaker, then they should be allowed to increase their numbers. Raise the level of the Divine Arts!And look at what you've done?yes, you haven't actually done anything in the last ten days!" The woman's voice rose sharply, "Did you intend for Her Highness to die?"

"You!", no one could stand still in the face of this situation, and the answerer's voice finally changed: "Hilda, are you too carried away?" he raised his voice and spoke, but before he could finish the sentence, a voice burst out behind them.

"Oh no!"

The door of the small living room was pushed open, and a stout figure stumbled in!

"Her Royal Highness the Princess...... She ......" The guy was gasping for breath, but his mouth was wide open, like a dying fish, but he was more and more speechless, and his face gradually turned purple!

"Calm down!" the lady stood up, reaching out to hold his neck, and also suppressed his breathing. After a few more breaths, he said, "She's gone!"

What are you afraid of......

It's called a curse, but I'm not interested in talking to this guy: "Didn't someone look at her?"

"Yes, ahem, but...... I don't know. The window of her room was open, and she didn't know where she went. ”

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Hold on

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"Gone...... And then, and then I ...... I'll just ......"

"Calm down!"

Vladimirovich frowned and whispered.

It is well known that the Grand Master of the National Hidden Knights has a shriveled look. The strange appearance of a feathered bird, with a bare head and somewhat drooping eyebrows. The combination of hooked nose and eagle hook nose seems a little ridiculous, but whoever actually faces his gray eyes can't help but feel frightened, as if there is something in it that is extremely cold, and it will be transmitted to the heart of every creature seen with his gaze.

And at this moment, the woman who was trembling under this gaze immediately stiffened.

The "ghost ......" paused for a long time before she finally squeezed out the hoarse voice of a drowning man from her throat

"Ghosts, ghosts, or undead?"

Vladimirovich's brow furrowed tightly, and he habitually glanced at the man in front of him who spoke.

Mi Lian Qilan, a second-class female official of the royal family, is twenty-four years old, born in a merchant family, has no special background, no ability, and a dignified and quiet appearance.

However, the person in front of her and the information in her memory did not seem to be so easy to put together, because the poor creature had half of her head that had been combed with grease, and it covered half of her face with stickiness, and half of her face, which was red and swollen from the impact, was stained with blood, and she almost squeezed one eye so that she could not open it, and she could hardly see her expression, let alone be dignified and pure.

It looks like it hit a threshold or something like wood, right......? But maybe for her, this can be regarded as a kind of luck, otherwise it is useless to be dignified.

The head of the agent thought with some sarcasm, then turned his gaze away from the agitated woman and turned to the room behind her.

The room was small, one of many ordinary cubicles on the lowest level of the Louvre, and the afterglow of the setting sun shining through the only window illuminated the mess of the space—a bluestone floor with some black mottled marks strewn with crumbling wood chips and shards of blankets, and several human bodies dotted in between. Each one's neck takes on a strange shape that is oozing. His head slumped to the side, pain and horror condensed on his face, and his wide-eyed eyes stared vacantly ahead, as if he had seen something unbelievable before he died.

The four men, all of whom were knights of the Janissaries of the Louvre, judging from the insignia on their uniforms, three were chiefs and one was a hundred chiefs, the lowest of the knights of the Guard. It seems that the seventh squad of the second regiment is going to have a blood exchange.

As for why these guys, who weren't on duty today, gathered in this rest room, and looking at the appearance of that young lady, it seemed that there was no need to say anything...... Although there may be a lot of things in that raw.

The Marquis of Vladimiah shook his head and turned his attention back to the poor maid.

"No, I don't know what it is...... Like the undead. Because it comes from here one moment, and from where the next...... But. She's golden...... I mean, I don't see it clearly...... But it's true, it's ......" Obviously, something that had just happened had completely destroyed the poor girl's spirit, and she muttered a few words, but it soon turned into a strange scream, but it quickly got stuck—dancing and choking. But just as the Marquis frowned and wanted to call for a hand, a thin light extended from behind him, and sank into the woman's brow. Calm her movements.

"I mean...... I didn't see it clearly, but it should be something big for one person, yes. Her expression froze, as if she had lost her soul: "The exterior is golden, and it flashes in the light, as if it were made of gold, but inside it has black lines." He stopped for a moment and ran away, from the window he had opened at the beginning. ”

"What are you doing here?" an old and indifferent voice sounded, and the Marquis of Vladimiah turned his head to see the dark blue robe with a subtle sheen, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"I, I was called here by them. They say there are important things...... But after I came, that ...... That ......"

The maid who was questioned was stunned, and then recounted, but soon became speechless. Her expression shifted several times between calm and agitation, and her head kept shaking. His face turned pale, as if he was about to lose consciousness soon. Thankfully, before she fainted. The Marquis of Vladimi, who was on the side, spoke. "Go down. ”

He waved his hand at the hapless maid. The Marquis turned to the robe. "I'm sorry, Master, for waiting a long time. He said, and bent down deeply.

His body was emaciated and shriveled, and when he bent over, it was as if he were about to touch his head to his chest, which looked funny—but because of this strange posture, no one noticed the expression on the face of the marquis, the look of contempt, and the cold sneer at the corners of his mouth.

Or maybe it's not a secret, most of the people in the Royal Hidden Knights of the Kingdom of Tuminis, it seems to be more or less aware that their leader has no good opinion of the spellcaster - although there are many people in his knights who are good at magic, and there are many things that must be solved through magic, but for Vladimir? For Vladimirovich, magic has never been a convenient existence, but an unpleasant weirdness, and those mages are just a bunch of monsters.

The ** master of the kingdom did not react to this etiquette, and let the marquis of the kingdom stiffen there.

"Stupid. His gaze paused at the murder scene in front of him, and then snorted coldly, "You want me to deal with such a trivial matter?"

It was very stupid indeed, whether it was a ghost killing or something else, it was not worth mentioning in the eyes of a mage, and only these stupid mortals would tremble in horror about it.

"No, Your Excellency, Your Excellency. That indifferent dissatisfaction made the Marquis Vladimi's face change, but the bald middle-aged man still hung his head and replied respectfully: "This matter is most likely just a coincidence, and has nothing to do with what we are looking for." ”

"So what are you still doing here?"

"But ......"

"Well," Marquis Vladimi, while it may not be appropriate for me, I think you must have noticed that there is no negative energy here, but the magic web seems to be a little messy, Your Excellency. The dead were broken spines, not life drained, and I showed this. ”

As if to alleviate this atmosphere, a slightly younger mage behind the ** master coughed lightly and spoke.

He stretched out his hand, and there were a few hairs about an inch long in his outstretched palm, which shimmered with golden luster in the light: "I think it could be a demonic beast, but it's just very fast." Marquis Vladimi, you can ask your subordinates to search along the traces of the window, there will be a receipt, and we still need your cooperation, after all, there are still many people to investigate, and we don't have much time. ”

"But can you tell me what you've gained?"

Vlakimi straightened up and smiled at the mage—or rather, pulled the corners of his mouth, like a toothache more than a smile: "Although you have direct authority from His Majesty the King, as the head of the Knight of His Majesty and the person who protects his safety, I would like to know that you have come here to investigate...... The true meaning of the secret investigation of the matter. ”

The word secret made the secret agent grind his teeth - a ** master. And his men, a dozen people. They are all strong ** masters who can at least contact the magic net above the six rings, and such a lineup is squeezed into the palace one by one, and only these unfamiliar spell-casting monsters will feel that this is a 'secret' action.

When they broke into his office, the Marquis of Vladimime thought it was an operation on a national scale, but in the end the gang just dragged him around the palace, as if he was going to visit everyone and leave him, the head of the Royal Hidden Order, and completely denied him any information about the conversation. It seems that arresting him is just a need for a guide who can show the identity of His Excellency the ** Master.

But in the process of this inspection, there was such a strange thing - the four lowest knights, their lives and deaths are not worth caring about at all, after all, their job is to send the nobles to death when the enemy attacks......

It shouldn't be at this time!

At this time, this kind of thing happened, and it was simply a deliberate mockery of the mediocrity of the marquis of the kingdom, who was not even able to do his job of protecting it!

"This ......"

The mage, who noticed the Marquis's indifference, hesitated for a moment, but he finally made a spell gesture. Silently, he squirmed his lips: "We suspect that His Majesty's illness is something else. I suppose you should have the same misgivings, Your Excellency the Marquis?"

"Yes. The Marquis said.

Of course, there is another hidden secret, otherwise, how could there be a divine technique that gathers all the great priests and high priests. But an incurable disease?—Vladimi had affirmed this almost on the third day of his Majesty's illness, but until now suspicion remained suspicion.

There is no evidence, magic or magic, to prove this suspicion.

"We found out. Whether it's a guard, a waiter, or a palace maid. They were all under the control of enchantment, and I think they should have ensured that what His Majesty said when he was accidentally awake would not be found out by the outside world. The middle-aged mage's gaze wandered left and right for a moment, and then he spoke. Tell a fact that shocked the marquis: "Your Excellency Vladimirovich, you seem to have been affected by the same thing. “

"Me?"

"Yes, there is only a small remnant, but I can be sure that your memory has been altered. The mage said, his lips curled, "Don't worry, it won't affect your body. I know you're pretty confident in your magical protection, Captain. But our opponents are still too strong after all, so anything is possible. ”

The eyes of the head of the Knights of the Kingdom Hidden Glory flickered, and he understood that the other party meant not only to comfort him, but also to sue him, that he had been cleared of suspicion.

But for Vladimirovich, this is not a cause for celebration, but rather an infuriating and unfortunate event.

The head of the Knights of the Kingdom's Hidden Glory, who claims to be the person who controls the secrets of the Big 6 Seventy, has been modified by someone without knowing it, how ironic?

"You're saying that a ** master is involved in this plan?"

The thin and withered man touched his forehead, and quickly accepted this fact: "But there are only seven ** masters who are proficient in enchantment, and there are only seven of them in the big 6, and four of them, I don't think they will be interested in carrying out plans like this." Is there a way to recover my lost memories?"

"Sorry, the effect of this magic is irreversible. The mage shook his head slightly: "If it was just when it was modified, when the original memory was still left, or it could be restored, but now, a long time has passed, and if it wasn't for the intention to investigate, even I wouldn't be able to show that your memory has been modified." ”

It sucks.

The bald middle-aged man narrowed his eyes and cursed in his heart.

But some commotion interrupted his train of thought at this point—the sound of an argument was coming from the hallway outside the room, not loud, but Vlakimi was keenly aware of the strangeness.

The sound of footsteps and arguments was gradually moving in, but not the sound of shouting and blocking, but more of a frightened, exhortation-like word.

"Her Majesty the Queen. ”

Walking out of the small guard's lounge, Vlakimi narrowed his eyes and looked at the figure standing still at the end of the hallway, with some surprise.

It was a woman in a long dress who was surrounded by everyone.

What is she here for?

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Just as he didn't like the mages, Marquis Vladimirovich didn't like the barbarians.

These guys seem to have overtaken the spellcasters and occupied the first place in the things that the secret agent hated, the reason is nothing more than a lot of things in the past few months, most of which started with the appearance of these Krurod people, that troublesome wedding with a lot of, not only almost exhausted the marquis's energy, but also left him with a huge stain on the safety of the king, if it weren't for the illness of His Majesty Xià that made Yiqiē messed up and needed someone to deal with it, the secret agent felt that his working life might have been terminated after that

These fellows have no relatives in Romante, and no one has bothered with them since the King was cursed and sick, and there is really no other place to go except to choose to come to the Queen.