Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

The first rainstorm since autumn swept through Tallinn.

As if to make up for the heat of summer, the rain came so quickly and densely that the whole city was covered with a thick stream of water, and the heat accumulated on the ground in the daylight was finally stirred up by the icy rain, and a white mist rose above the surface. From a distance, the entire city seems to be shrouded in a strange curtain.

Looking out the window, the thick clouds that were spewing mist, Duke Derek Blackhawk narrowed, and the wrinkles on his forehead were almost squeezed together, like the roots of a tree growing in the soil.

He sighed, took a small box from the drawer, opened it, picked up a delicately packaged brown item from the cushion of spider silk, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly, and let the strange taste of bitterness and sweetness slowly fill between his lips and teeth, and then the slightest wisp of coolness rose from his throat to his forehead and poured into his mind.

This thing is called Bian Sai, and it is said that the leaves of a plant that can lift the spirit are made by roasting, but it grows in another large 6 far away. So even though in recent times, more and more merchants have begun to be attracted by huge profits, shuttling back and forth between the turbulent seas, making this type of commodity less in demand, it is still a luxury comparable to gold. Therefore, if it is not a special case, the Duke will not allow himself to use such a thing.

The feeling between his eyebrows gradually tightened his thoughts, and the Duke lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the parchment on the table—ordinary ram's skin was a little rough, and the reused washing and dyeing process had rubbed out the raw edges on it, so that the handwriting in cheap ink was very large, and the content was only three lines, twenty-six words.

But the duke looked at it carefully for a long time,

Trick Kerry Blackhawk was attacked one hundred and twenty-six miles south of Lintland Carry. Of the three hundred horsemen who survived, the attackers were Drow, the warriors were more than fifty, and the priests were three. Slightly injured, Trick was overly frightened and went insane.

When the strange taste in his mouth faded, the Duke placed the parchment paper on the table, a small drawer dedicated to storing vital information, and there it was. Three identical pieces of parchment have been piled up.

The lord of Zirat City, Trivanko, the lord of Lairdan Longton, was attacked and killed, Chester, the lord of Chikara City, was slightly injured, and the lord of Lintland Carry, Trick Kerry, it was already a ten-day period. The fourth death blow suffered by the Blackhawk family.

Although, on the surface, the damage caused by the attack was not significant. A noble city lord like this. The status is respected, but the duty is not important, and handing it over to the heir as soon as possible will make the governance of the city less rigid and dead, although it will inevitably lead to some tension in the logistics and supply...... But it's not too much of a problem.

But these elusive attacks have already terrified the people in the territory. According to the report of the city guards in the territory. In the last seven days, the convoy of merchants passing through Tallinn has been reduced by a third, and the mercenaries are doing surprisingly good, but prices are skyrocketing. The price of each pound of grain was at least three copper coins higher than in the summer.

And according to the usual style of those who put interests first, this is just the beginning, if this trend continues, it will not take half a month, take the opportunity to raise prices, reselling and hoarding guys will come to the fore, if you add the recent period, magic communication, teleportation has been interfered with the obstruction, some of the originally peaceful situation has begun to re-depressed.

The Duke stood up and spat the plant residue from his mouth into the bucket beside the table.

If these are just small problems that can be solved by adjusting within the family...... Then the loss of four elite mages, three high-ranking knights, and three priests is unacceptable. What's more, there's also a Wellington among them.

A Drow mage and his men who had wandered to the ground made this qiē. He seems to have something to do with Master Wellington. ”

It was the only report of any value that had been reported by the mages responsible for interrogating the survivors, though judging by the strange expressions and tones of voice, they themselves did not quite accept the result......

The scurrying drow?

It's ridiculous.

As the current owner of an aristocratic family with a fourteen-generation family lineage, ten years as a patriarch has undoubtedly proved that Derek Blackhawk has the judgment to match his identity, so he can only treat the superficial things of this matter as a boring joke - this is not a small probability encounter similar to a natural disaster at all, but a well-thought-out attack.

Or maybe the Drow have a long-standing hatred for surface creatures, and sporadic attacks on the Big 6 have never stopped, but their fear of the sun is also well known - adapted to the physiology of the dark region, they will be greatly suppressed under the sun, not to mention their photophobic vision...... Therefore, they usually refer to the sun as a 'terrifying fireball', and they do not want to be lightly under it, but these four attacks, almost without exception, were born in the daytime, and even if two were carried out in a rain, they could not hide the strong conspiracy in them.

As for Wellington's appearance in this matter......

The middle-aged man shook his head,

He did not have the slightest suspicion about His Excellency the Mage, for more than 30 years of acquaintance, he was the most reliable elder and the most powerful helper, even from the perspective of the purest interests, there was no possibility of betrayal. Not to mention that among the dead this time, there were also the three disciples he relied on the most.

It was an assassination.

But what kind of enemy can do this?

"Wellington, what would you think if it were you?" muttered the Duke habitually, like the proud helper, still not far away.

It is impossible for an ordinary killer organization, even if they have enough strength, to take on such a mission, to oppose a duke, and to go against the principles that those of them who walk in the dark should abide by. Each of these attacks had enough survivors to prove that they were indeed under attack by the Drows. The largest strand numbered was only fifty or sixty, but they used some strange weapons or spells that caught them off guard, and the knights and warriors were almost vulnerable to those weapons, often "between a few breaths." Hundreds of people will be killed, and it will be too late to defend or attack!"

Being able to enlist, or hire Drow, proves that the initiator can command very powerful forces - at least one or even several powerful mages. Possessing a strong weapon is enough to prove that he has a lot of wealth, plus he is hostile to his own family......

Combining the three, the suspicious one will not be more than three in the whole of Tuminis.

It is the same blood as himself. The one who crouches because of failure? Or the one who is as revered as oneself and has the same ambitions? Or the one who has almost grasped the supreme name in his hands and is eager to show his abilities?

Derek Blackhawk looked up, his brow furrowed.

Or. This conclusion is not quite correct...... But a leader, or always need to have its own unique approach. to look at a qiē thing. As for whether this inference is reasonable, the Duke does not think about it, he knows very well that as a decision-maker, he does not need those cumbersome things, evidence, methods, and nothing in the face of the result. It is enough to remember to look for the ultimate beneficiary of the event.

And the most likely conclusion among them......

Of course, young and driven. With the strongest backing and sufficient wealth, the hostility towards himself is also obvious. It is even very likely that the other two of them will cooperate with it.

"Well, young man, let me try to see if you really have the ability to match that ambition. The middle-aged man sneered, his eyes seemed to penetrate the dense rain curtain, and the distance of thousands of miles fell on another city, the castle in the center: "My young ...... O king. ”

......

In the most typical feudal dynasty, if a duke decides to break with a king, how much impact will it have on a country?

As the person behind this huge misunderstanding, it may be difficult for Edward himself to figure it out. He may never have calculated in his mind that his completely self-interested actions would deduce completely different outcomes and intentions from another point of view.

And he has no interest in making such idle speculations at all.

The Psychic Warlock was also lifting his gaze from his desk at this moment, and there was a large, old piece of parchment, with slender lines outlining intricate outlines, mountains and rivers, cities and borders, each accurate and clear marking, representing a great deal of value— In this plane, the geographical representation of the country is extremely important, even if it is a rough topographic map, drawing it privately means the danger of losing the head, only the national mages have such rights and obligations, and every qiē result must be handed over to the superior nobles for safekeeping.

Such a large and detailed map, if sold on the black market, would be worth about 20,000 to 30,000 gold coins, comparable to the most advanced magic items—although in fact this kind of trade did not exist, and even if someone could afford such a price, he would not be able to find such a source of copies from the high-level library of the Academy of Magic.

But at this moment, in the eyes of the telemancer, the accurate and detailed location names on this map are meaningless, and what is really worth caring about is the dots drawn on it in red handwriting.

Reach out and wipe it on the map, and the circle in one of its original locations is removed.

So a small blank space on the drawing stretched a little more.

With a sigh, he stood up and slowly kneaded the bridge of his nose...... Relying on remote vision to peek into the distance is not an easy activity, and it is extremely difficult to eliminate the existence of power but not positioning.

Or maybe that's why the two goddesses gave themselves the gift of fishing instead of fishing.

The dots on this map were taken from a part of his memory - some kind of reward given to him by Queen Rose after a crazy night, which was almost the location of all the more capable stores on the entire Big 6. And Elena, probably in the middle of them.

Of course, this kind of screening is actually not accurate, at least if Iriel, if she is still pursuing her goal, it will be difficult to find her, and what Edward is doing now is only narrowing the scope of what he is looking for. It was just a matter of expanding the map in his mind, and unless he could wield that god's vision ability to a considerable scale, the ultimate goal would have a chance to be achieved.

"Edward, why haven't you been out for the past two days? those dark-skinned fellows have already exercised, don't you need to follow?" Lisa's voice made him look up, and noticed that the young lady was lying not far away—she seemed to be fascinated by Edward's two sheets of sand filled with springs and cotton lately, and leaned on them whenever she had the chance, and picked a few knightly novels from the takeaway goods, and enjoyed snacks and fruits.

"It's not even close. Edward shook his head

As a matter of fact. The training of the drow seemed to be far from being as simple as he had imagined.

Although in the field, rushing into the enemy line and killing the target is also the most popular type of assassination. But in fact, this simple and crude way. But it wasn't the killer Edward had in mind. Lurking in the shadows, killing with a single blow, and then fleeing thousands of miles away, this is what an assassin really looks like, like the guy in a white cloak who is good at stabbing blades. It will never be possible to create a true Assassin legend.

But most of the time, you can't do that kind of thing by relying on the strength of one person.

Small groups are precise and cooperative, with a few or a dozen people acting together. The division of labor is clear, everyone understands their mission, so that the team can be effective. The power of the person with tacit understanding is not as simple as one plus one equals two, and the effect of several people with low ability can often outperform the same number but the ability to do it alone is higher.

It's a pity that this is exactly what the drows can't do, the pursuit of status** has long been deeply etched into their bone marrow, even if the seed of Isgandar's power gives them unconditional loyalty to Edward, but this loyalty cannot be added to any of their companions.

Watching from the sidelines is their best attitude, and the death of their own kind is something they like to see, as for saying that there is great power in numbers, what is it? Suppressing the ** who lives behind the back of their companions and waving daggers is already showing their loyalty, and they will never understand the meaning of the so-called rescue.

Well, fortunately, assassins are not combatants, so the most and safest assassination methods used are blades and poisons, which are what Drow does best.

It is very easy to solve the normal goal of its practical poison, many toxins are colorless and tasteless, and the method of poisoning is even more difficult to prevent, for example, smearing some special poisons on the toilet bucket, you don't need to do it openly to assassinate, and this work, as long as you have a scheming, it is easy to complete, because the tools and medicines for washing are purchased from the market, and ordinary people will only focus on things like food and wine, and clothes and letters are the best choice for poison.

"Speaking of which, Edward, why don't you just kill that Black Hawk Duke? Anyway, aren't you going to let that cute guy replace him? Wouldn't it be better to solve it sooner?"

"Why should I do so much for him? He's not my own son. Kill the Duke, who knows if that guy will turn his face directly?" Edward replied nonchalantly, "Why do you care about this?"

"Because there are very few people in the city who do not believe in Lady Bellena, what kind of religious freedom do you preach, and let us not casually persuade them to give up their original beliefs. The little girl kicked her feet in boredom and complained, "So, you might as well hurry up and grab the duke's place, so that we can go and preach again?"

(To be continued, please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!)