The envoy of the Serre Concession, the red-robed wizard Lun DSoust, walked out of the parliament building, feeling extremely depressed.

Although it is not unaware that the name of the Red Robe Mage Association is far less powerful in the outside world than in China, especially in recent years, Searle has adjusted the national policy and replaced magic and swords with money as a weapon to spread influence in most of the Faeron region, but although the power of this new weapon is strong, the power is obviously not good, especially for the red-robed mage who has always been arrogant.

The red-robed man had a surge of anger in his chest, and it was not that he didn't want to discuss with Simon's ruler and peacefully, but the other party obviously didn't give him this opportunity. And the coercion of the red-robed mage doesn't seem to have much effect.

It is true that as these nobles said, it is difficult for Searle's power to reach this place, although the business here is important, but the domestic ** masters will not come over and use violent means because of this.

The reason is simple, in this area far away from Serre, even if a group of high-ranking red-robed mages choose to use violence to conquer this place, it is absolutely impossible to gain a foothold for a long time - neither the Silver Moon Alliance in the Sword Bay region of West Hartland, nor the Sambia and Cormiers in the north, will want to see this, they will tolerate the vampires wreaking havoc in this area to a certain extent, but will never allow this place to become a colony of a powerful country- It doesn't take much thought to know which one is more destructive, and the consequences of letting the Searles occupy this area be disastrous for those national organizations.

And the Searle people who switched to talking with money would not take such stupid means - with the containment of Agra Long and Mu Lan, it is impossible for them to create a stable enough power in the West Falling Star Sea - a few Searle concessions are already the limit that can be tolerated by the good camp led by the Silver Moon Alliance and the local political axe people, showing their fangs again, not only will they not get anything, but they will also lose the golden signboard that has been in business for a long time, and the loss of benefits will be even more.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, avoid the use of violence and destruction – few people would probably believe that this is the current rule of conduct for the Searles abroad.

However, for Len de Suter now, I am afraid that he has reached the edge of 'last resort'.

Moving the domestic ** division to Ximen may be able to solve the problem of the concession to some extent - if a high-level person comes, naturally there is no need for them to be angry in front of the nobles of Ximen City, although every red-robed mage has grown up in the burden of endurance and humiliation, and a low-level red-robed person whose spell-casting ability is not more than a qualified level, let alone the qualification to command- You must know that in Searle, the Seventh Ring Casting Ability has reached the Seventh Ring, and the High Ring Mentor who can walk sideways in most areas of Faerun still has to be a shrunken turtle in Searle.

What's more, it's his little shrimp?

But that doesn't mean that Rundsut likes it.

If the upper level of the red robe is recruited from the country, even if the task can be unloaded, but a liquidation is indispensable, and the current concession council will inevitably not end well.

So Lun de Sout is understandably worried about his work.

After a few days of arguing and arguing, he was already convinced that the idiot woman had made up her mind to make trouble with the Searle Concession, and with the energy of these local nobles, if they were bent on going against the Searle Concession, if these red-robed mages did not use violence, there was really no good way.

But there should be other options.

The red-robed mage's eyes rolled twice, and he looked back at the tall Ximen Council Hall, and began to think about a common way to do things, and thought deeply about its feasible surname.

There is no doubt that Simon's rulers are all [***] guys, and if the Serre Concession can afford to pay a price, there are a lot of lackeys who will do things for the red-robed mages.

It's just that in Ximen, this kind of price is usually relatively high.

But no matter how expensive it was, it was time to use this method, and the situation had forced the Serles to bleed.

"Is this Lord Desut?"

While the red-robed mage was thinking about it, a carriage drove over from the carriage of the council hall unhurriedly, and the curtain was gently opened, revealing the face of a middle-aged man: "I heard that you have been in trouble recently?"

"Oh?" said Len Desut, raising his eyebrows, and it seemed that he didn't need to do anything to get a nobleman who smelled the fishy smell coming to the door, and he knew the guy: "Lord Vamos, thank you for your concern." ”

"It's nothing. Councillor Vamos raised his eyebrows: "It was that woman who made a big fuss, and I believe that you are innocent in this incident." ”

To hell with the innocent.

Len Desut's cheeks twitched, although he didn't know if the person who attacked the Edmont Mansion that night was really sent out by the Serre Concession, but according to the usual style of action of the Red Robe Mage Society, if the truth of the rumors was confirmed through various investigations, it would not be strange to take that kind of action.

But as the spokesperson of the Serre Concession, although he knew it in his heart, he also knew that he had to guarantee his position, if the fact of assassinating the Ximen nobles was confirmed, it would be impossible to wash away by jumping into the sea of falling stars.

"Of course, I appreciate your trust, but we do ...... very troubled," said Lenn Desutt, with a look of gratitude.

A possible 'ally' should of course communicate well and establish contacts.

However, he could not agree to it in one go, because the Serre Concession had not prepared a budget for this, or had already prepared it, but he did not know it yet.

So a moment later, Master Lun de Sut, who had been invited to a banquet, returned to the Serre Concession and handed it over to the current interim governor of the Concession, Lord Elvin Romnik.

"Your Excellency, they invite you, and please be sure to be there in person. Lun Desut said, raising his eyes secretly, and seeing Romnik's eyebrows raised, he seemed to hesitate.

"This ......" the Provisional Governor raised his hand, Len Desutt was very intrigued, knowing that the Provisional Governor had hesitated in his heart, turned and left the room, Romnik's shadow flickered and disappeared in the mirror, and at the same time, in the center of the Mage Tower not far away, the Provisional Consul turned his head to the side and looked at the figure sitting on the chair with a respectful expression:

"My lord, it looks like they've taken the bait. ”

"Did they really take the bait?" said Pan Diesel, or rather Penision, shaking his head, "I think it's more of a temptation." ”

"Temptation?" Romnick frowned, and although he didn't directly refute it, he obviously felt that the adult who controlled his life was a little suspicious now.

The true relationship between Pan Diesel and the Searle Concession was little known to the outside world, and it was not surprising that the hostility caused by rumors was a reasonable and reasonable thing, and he could not imagine how high the intelligence or suspicion of those vampires could be to see that something was wrong with them.

Even a person with delusional victim cannot smell a conspiracy against him.

To be sure, even Romnick, after hearing about Penn Diesel's design ideas, thought that it was only a matter of time before the vampires would fall for it.

Then in his eyes, Penny's suspicion was unnecessary.

He didn't say anything directly, but the look on his face undoubtedly betrayed his true feelings.

He is not taboo about this, although most high-level wizards are good at controlling their emotions within the methodology, but it is really unnecessary in front of Penny - his methodology is in the hands of this guy, and the surname is a little single.

"Those vampires are suspicious too, and although they don't think of going there right now, if we react in the slightest way that makes them feel wrong, they will be wary. Penny said lightly: "Send more people to find all the nobles who can be contacted in the city of Ximen to pay bribes, and don't keep an eye on Navamos alone." ”

Romnick's eyes rolled, and then he admired Penny's thoughtfulness - such a reaction was indeed more natural than going to whoever came to the door. He pondered for a moment, drew up a plan with years of experience, and began to summon his men before turning back to the mirror that sent the message.

The news of the operation of the Serge Concession reached the ears and eyes of the Duke, and when the master, who was hidden in the depths of the West Gate, heard the news, he stood up and walked up and down the room with some unsettled emotions.

"Your Excellency...... They didn't just respond to the bait we put out. Thalysis bowed, "All those who stand in the neutral field or who might help him are contacted. ”

"What else?" the Duke's eyebrows twitched.

"They also touched several other lures that had been laid to ambush...... According to them, the red-robed men seem to have revealed that they were going to hold a secret banquet at the Lady of the Purple Lady in the city...... "and they offered very generous bribes, and many of the nobles agreed. ”

"Oh?" the Duke seemed to be more interested, "It looks like they're taking the initiative." ”

"Yes, sir. Thalysis said, as an intelligence officer, although the red-robed mage's movements were a little bigger, she didn't notice anything different from them—because of the change of place, the behavior of the Ser people was traceable and reasonable: "Do you want to arrange it in that place?"

"This ......" the duke's frowning brows revealed the hesitation in her heart, the difficulty of embracing a high-level mage for the first time is not low, a vampire with the title of earl, in front of such a high-level wizard, it is just a plate of dishes, and it is not close at all, even if it successfully bites the other party's neck, the first hug has a high chance of failure.

Especially the other party, a red-robed mage who is known for his deceit, as long as he fails once, I'm afraid he won't have another chance.

Therefore, if you want to be a descendant of this level for the first time, you must go out in person, the duke, and her prudence can be imagined.

"Don't worry, find out the identity of that Pan Diesel or not. ”

It's not that her mind can bypass countless detours and keenly smell the conspiracy behind this incident, it's just that the vampire's caution keeps an eye on him when he knows that it has something to do with Penn Diesel.

Anyone who struggles with others knows that if something that seems to have nothing to do with them has something to do with them, you have to be a hundred times more careful—especially if you might benefit from it.

For vampires, such caution is undoubtedly necessary.

If he hadn't been careful enough to hide, the Vampire Duke wouldn't have been able to control such a huge amount of power in the shadows of the city.

"My lord, the results are a little strange. Thallisis said, his expression becoming strange.

"Strange?"

"Whether it's the Serge side or the Sesk side, the information found in the search is vague. Thalysis frowned: "You know, the clown and this gentleman have a deep hatred, so they are very careful when searching, but no matter how you check, the information you get is strange and inconclusive." ”

"Inconclusive?" the duke's face was furious: "The spies of the intelligence department are all rubbish?"

"This ......" Thalysis looked embarrassed: "My lord, the Desperate Eastern Regions are too far away from here......"

The Duke's angry gasp subsided slightly, the Night Mask's influence in the region beyond the Dragon's Coast was very limited, let alone the Desperate Eastern Region far away on the east side of the Falling Star Sea?

Needless to say, Sesk, who is far north on the shore of the Moon Sea, is very difficult to get enough news from Serge.

Although the evil gods of that country are rampant, in order to maintain the rule of the country, the intensity of the fight against the gang of thieves is unambiguous, and the god of thieves Musk's set has no market in Searle at all.

"But...... We did find some traces. Seeing that the duke was angry, Thalysis moved his expression and took out a folded piece of fabric from his bosom.

The Duke stretched out his hand to take it, and slowly unfolded it, but it was a notice printed in magic magic, with the lingua franca of Selphyll, and directly above it were two heads: "This is ......"

"The red-robed mage named Penny Sean is wanted in Serge. Thalysis explained, "It shows the sorcerer's face. ”

The Duke frowned and looked at it for a while, and finally threw the notice aside - because Penny had been paying attention to rewriting the details of his face during his time away from Serre, the portrait on the wanted notice looked somewhat similar to that of the wizard, but even if he looked closely, he couldn't make out the call: "If Penn Diesel is really this person, he will definitely make a disguise, what is the use of having this poster." ”

"Having said that, but I also got information, two years ago, when Vica Edmont was not in charge of the family business, he had stayed for a long time to expand the trade route for the family for ......" Thalysis's eyes flashed: "The more important news is that the Wizards of the Coast Association began to have suspicions as soon as they contacted Pan Diesel, and the source of the rumors was them, my lord, you know, their intelligence channels are not as good as ours, since they are all suspicious, there must be some basis ......"

"This ......" the expression on the Duke's face became more and more hesitant, and all kinds of emotions flowed across her face, and she stood at the edge of the table facing the wall where the frescoes were hung, and the sharp fingers of her nails kept tapping against the table, making an irregular noise.

(To be continued)