The garden in the backyard of the Governor's Palace was still so muddy, and the old Governor listened to Andersiga's report with a solemn expression in deep thought.

The sunlight that used to leak through the shade of the trees is now very sparse, and the atmosphere seems to be oppressive.

Thinking that there is a cemetery not far behind here, this solemn atmosphere makes Androsiga even more unhappy.

Black clouds crush the city...... This is perhaps an apt analogy.

The belonging of the dean of an academy has pulled out countless cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and a group of demons are dancing wildly.

"Oh, then, it was Frath's struggle for the enchanter's seat in the council that caused this situation......?" But Frass was in such a hurry to reveal himself that he was sure that Lusendir would be able to make a profit for them? No one knew where he was now. ”

"This ...... In fact, there is a time difference......" Androsiga frowned and thought for a moment, then explained: "Actually, these two things happened at the same time...... The Parliament of Seats is still discussing the complaint of Lord Del Songpaya, and the assassination took place on this side......"

"Well, Frass was out of luck. Muirstantus laughed: "I have brought myself to this point where it is difficult to ride a tiger, and I have offended Ream and Bouvare in vain, and I have not reaped any good." ”

"At the end of the day, it was Lord Most's bad luck to be assassinated at such a critical time. Androsiga shook his head: "It seems that the outcome of this election is already doomed." ”

"Not necessarily. Muirstantus muttered to the sky for a long time.

"Not necessarly......?" the mage frowned, it had come to this point, he really didn't know what was uncertain.

The latest news has arrived, and almost everyone who cares about this matter has decided that the final winner can only be born between Ream and Boire.

"You don't live as long as I do, Androsiga. Muirstantus sighed innocently: "You don't know what a magical country Serre is, nothing can really be seen without the last step, and no one can guess the wisdom and means of your colleagues, how can you know that Luxendier must be hiding because he can't afford to be seriously injured?"

"This ......" Androsiga was dumbfounded, and finally nodded silently, this is indeed a problem.

What the truth is, who knows?

He exhaled, anyway, half a month later will be the official selection time, and when the time comes, everything will be clear.

If Lusendier doesn't show up, there really won't be the slightest suspense.

...... "Hey, don't look so bad, I'm not dead yet,"

The bed was wrapped under a force field wall, and if you looked closely, you could see a thin living person lying inside, the upper half of this person was wrapped in a transparent magic protective film, and the hideous and huge wound on the chest could be seen through the pale red blood stains oozing from the surface.

When Penny Sean, guided by a bewitching woman, leads through a secret portal to a dark room, he is greeted by a terrifying sight.

His eyelids jumped twice, and he sighed even more when he noticed that the voice was not coming from Luxendier's mouth, but as if it were some kind of magical simulation.

With such a serious injury, it is certainly impossible to participate in the election.

He thought with certainty.

A little depressed for a while, but the voice from the bed was optimistic:

"Hmm~ Don't use that serious expression, in fact, things are not in a desperate situation. ”

Not in desperation?

Penny raised an eyebrow, and then the beuphorous woman came up with a plate of fruit, and he picked up an apple, and turned it over and over without biting down—he would never bite down, and Luxendier's words gave him some hope.

If things really came to a desperate situation, then early in the morning, he would not have been mysteriously brought here by this woman.

He groaned for a moment and raised his head: "My lord, is there anything you can do?"

"I need a spokesperson. ”

"Speaker?" Penny frowned, "You're saying you're going to send someone else to publish your scholarship and compete for it?"

"Not bad. ”

"Are you referring to your students?" Penny frowned slightly as he saw the High Ring Mentor's gaze fall on him.

"No, no, no, I don't dare send them. Lusendir shook his head: "Young man Sean, you don't know, just now I received a message that I had an accident in Darren Moore's lab, and the cart was destroyed. ”

Penny's mouth opened slightly.

He was surprised.

In this way, although it cannot be said that the effort is wasted - after all, it only takes a few spells to recreate an armored car.

But it can also cause a lot of trouble.

Lusendeir's next sentence let him know that this trouble was not ordinary: "A few of my students stayed there to guard, with the safety of that laboratory, this kind of accident can still happen, I suspect that these students of mine are eager to find new roots of interest, so they betrayed me, in fact, it is about the same, two little ones have already escaped." ”

Penny was surprised, but not surprised.

The connection between the vast majority of the members of the Red Robe Mage Association is the most naked interests, a loser of power, obviously unable to satisfy the self-motivation of his subordinates, and it is reasonable for him to defect.

Although this kind of thing is not advocated in the Red Robe Mage Society, few people are condemned for it, and more of them have an attitude of exploitation.

"Well, I still have three apprentices who are officially recruited, but now I dare not trust any of them, none of them are reliable young men, Lord Sean, what do you think I should do?" Although Lusendir was unable to move due to the severe injuries on his body, Penny clearly felt that the mage was staring at him.

He also somewhat understood Lusendil's thoughts, he thought for a moment and shook his head: "I'm sorry, Lord Most...... Perhaps, you need to think again. ”

"Why not?" the sound effect of the spell seemed to laugh, "We have a common goal, don't we?"

"In any case, please think carefully. Penny frowned, this matter had already involved the future of Lusendil, and he entrusted this matter to himself, a person who was not deeply connected...... "Hmm...... You don't have to doubt that I don't really have anyone on hand who can do this, so I have to ask for help. ”

Penny believed this sentence very much, because a high-level Ring Mentor who had just been promoted would definitely not have too many accomplished apprentices under him.

Moreover, Luxendier has just turned his back on the family, and there are obviously even fewer people who can help him.

Although according to the analysis of the situation, Lusendir does not have many good ways now, but this matter is too important, and Penny does not dare to agree immediately.

Recklessly agreeing is never something a sane person should do.

"I'm sorry, Lord Most, I need to consult with my elders, maybe they will help you. He suddenly remembered that Frass had intervened in the matter, and bowed politely to Luxendier.

"Oh, it's okay, there's still time anyway, and the day after tomorrow morning, I'll ask Garina to take my assistant to inform you. Luxendier looked a little disappointed, which made Penny feel a little strange.

Wouldn't it be better if there was a high-ranking mage of Frass willing to speak for him?

Why doesn't he seem to be looking forward to it anymore?

"Lucy, why do you look disappointed?" said Garina when Penny was gone, turning back to the wounded man on the bed, "How much more did you entrust him with such an important matter? Is this a trustworthy person?"

"Hmm...... Dear Garina, you have to be clear. The mage on the hospital bed closed his eyes: "I have been a liar for several years, and I have also learned deception from some senior old thieves. ”

"Oh?" said Garina, with a curious look on her face.

"That is, after a maximum of three exchanges, to see a person's surname, even if he has done a disguise. ”

The mage said in an affirmative tone:

"I haven't looked away yet!"

The seductive woman raised her eyebrows.

...... After a day of tossing, the mage Penny Sean returned home, in the small hall on the second floor, flipping through the books, through the crack in the door of the room, you could see that inside the dark bedroom, the man raised his upper body and prayed reverently, through the gesture of the man, he knew that it was the prayer of Hall, the god of revenge.

Very few people of Faeron choose to believe in this deity when they first became faithful - unless he grew up in hatred, such as when a blood relative was killed when he was growing up, and the child could pray to this deity during the time of his faith for successful vengeance - and only the priesthood of this deity can respond to such prayers and produce divine grace when the faith reaches a certain level.

Of course, this is only a small number, and many more Hall believers have switched from the original god to this god because of some great hatred in their hearts.

It seems that this powerful warrior is like this, Penny thought, he didn't know what kind of hatred this terrible guy had with Lusendil, but in order to get into less trouble, he decided to suppress this curiosity, and at this time, the man opened his eyes, and he saw Penny with a sad face, and tilted his neck: "It seems that you are in a difficult situation." ”

Penny was silent on the surface, but secretly bitter in his heart, the situation had reached a very bad point, in the afternoon he went to meet the three members of the illusion department under the leadership of Jen Wats, Andrea Fras, by looking at his surname, this is the representative of the Frass family, he has obviously decided to change the target...... Put your hope on another High Ring Master from Focal.

So, now it's Penny's turn to do nothing again.

He felt awkward about his powerlessness, and although he was able to make a big difference in Heerontown, it was not too much to describe his experience as a wall at every turn.

He sighed.

At the same time, he realized that his ambitions seemed to be much greater than he had imagined, for he could not let go of these things.

"Why don't you want to relax?"

The middle-aged man continued.

Relax?

Penny raised an eyebrow, stood up, and walked slowly into the room.

(To be continued)