"So, our little friend has eradicated all his enemies?"

In Darren Moore's lab, Lucent Dull Moster is in a good mood right now, as his arcane research has progressed.

And the news brought by Jia Ruina's new is undoubtedly another stimulus.

His mood is better, but between his eyebrows, it is more of a joke:

"Well, if this happened to Hartland, there would be countless righteous guys pestering him twenty-four hours a day, and he would probably be dismissed and thrown into prison by his local superiors, and in Serre, as long as he coaxed the big guys above and someone was willing to protect him, this incident probably did not happen in the eyes of many people. ”

"What are you sighing about?" Garina scoffed, "This exclamation should be in the mouth of the harpist, but you are a red-robed mage." ”

"Well, please believe me, when I was a teenager, I longed for the outside world, and you know, the inside of Serge's academy and political axe was a mess. Lusendier smiled hesitantly: "But when I got outside, I found that if the upper layer of Searle is a group of evil wolves, and the adults in those places are just wolves in sheep's clothing, squeezing the flesh and blood of the lambs below, that layer of sheepskin distinguishes the so-called justice from evil." ”

"Well, that's a meaningless exclamation. Garina sighed, "I said, I didn't know you had such a slender heart. ”

"I just felt the need to sigh when I saw a sheep gradually turn into a true wolf. Lusendier sighed: "You don't know how rare a child like him is in Serre. ”

"Yo Yo Yo Yo~" Jia Ruina's nose wrinkled at this overly hypocritical statement: "My God, you actually know how to cherish something like that?"

"Virtues are certainly worth cherishing, but many times, that kind of thing will only appear in the body of the lamb, because only weakness can prompt them to come together and love each other, but if you enter the class of wolves, you still take those virtues as your own concept of survival......" Lusendil pouted: "I believe he is not far from death." ”

"Heh!" Garina rolled her eyes, "Wise saying, it's a pity that it's nonsense." ”

"Well, anyway, this kid is kind of like a guy now. Luxendier sighed: "Let's not meddle in his affairs in the future." ”

"Don't meddle?" Garina frowned.

In her mind, there was a lot to meddle in that place, and for a high-ranking Ring Mentor who had shown kindness to Penny Sean at almost his most dire moment, Penny Sean had to show it in return.

Or property, or taxes, or whatever...... In short, Luxendier should be thanked.

According to her, all the red-robed mages were plucked by the goose, so she felt very strange that Lusendir did not take the opportunity to extort some benefits.

"If not what I expected, it's going to be very lively. Luxendier smiled and took out a stack of official documents from his sleeve: "Master Norsnoah has just arrived in Saban County, and it is said that he is going to perform a special official business. ”

"Special business?" Garina's tone was puzzled, and then a little impatient: "Lucy, I don't know anything about your internal affairs. ”

"So you'd better get the hang of it. Lusendier smiled: "You still have to be with me for a long time." ”

Garina's expression changed.

She naturally knew how difficult it was to win the liking of this red-robed mage with a changeable surname, and being able to get him to say such a sentence showed that he already had a certain status in Lu Sendil's heart.

She waited for many years for this sentence, but when she heard it now, she found that she was not as happy as she imagined.

A tool with a certain status.

That's all.

After a brief moment of heat, her heart cooled again, and her expression returned to its original appearance.

A charming and slightly sarcastic smile.

"Not only Master Nosnoah, but also an adult who has recently arrived in Sazaha. With that, Lusendir pulled out a letter and handed it to Garina.

"It's ...... The latter opened the letter and frowned slightly: "Academic seminar? Blackhall Institute, what is that place?"

"That's one of the three core institutes of the spell system, and it's in the middle of Sazahar. Lusendier smiled: "Pay attention to the name below." ”

"Fanthir Luke?"

"Neveron's assistant and watchdog, one of the former Ten Knights of Serre. Lusendir exhaled.

The name Neveron gave Giarina's heart a shake.

There are many high-level mages in the Red Robe Mage Society, and there are more than 100 powerful spellcasters above the seven rings, which can be said to be full of talents.

Although in Faerun, almost all the spellcasters above the seventh order are famous, but when it comes to Seren, the name of a seventh-order mage may not even be remembered by everyone.

Of course, there are still a few names that are enough to deter even adventurers who have no knowledge of the mage circle.

For example, the eight chiefs of Serge: Sazastan, Misrila, Laylar, Duxusreem...... Naturally, the famous chief mage of the spell school Neveron ...... "You're right. Luxendiel nodded: "Lord Nevelon is now living in the Blackhall Institute, and he is the host of this academic seminar, not only most of the high-level mages of the spell system, but all the high-level red robes of Sazaha are among his invitations." ”

Jia Rena picked out the corner of her eye: "What does this have to do with that little guy?"

"And one last one. Lusendir looked at Garina, shook his head, and did not answer the question, but took out another piece of parchment: "Lord Kornfils and Lord Nizi Odesilon of the Odyssilon family have submitted a motion to the Seat Council for the fourth time, proposing to wage war against Mulholland. ”

"Pass?" Garina furrowed.

"There is still a stalemate, and the reason of the opponents is that ......" Lusendier raised his eyebrows: "You can't take the initiative to break the alliance and start a fight, which is not good for Serre's international image." ”

"International image?" Garina sneered, "Oh my God, Lucy, I really don't know what to say, am I hallucinating?"

Searle still has such a thing as an international image?

It's a joke.

"It's different now. Lusendil spread his hands: "Aside from the small actions under the table, at least we have not conducted a formal military operation for several years, and the main economic income of Searle in these years has come from the profits obtained from the concessions in the various regions of Faerun, and the annual increase is terrifying, exceeding the profits obtained by the slave trade in the previous year.

You know, when it comes to foreign trade, when it comes to national image, you always have to pay attention to something, and now a lot of the adults in the Legislature have changed their minds, and they have received a lot of benefits from it. ”

"All in all, it's about the money. Garina's tone was sharp.

"Not bad. Luxendier shrugged: "However, if there is really a war, I believe no one will mind taking an extra piece of the pie, with the scale of Serl's slave trade, a war can produce huge profits, but it will have a certain impact on foreign trade, whether the war can be fought or not, it depends on the interests and trade-offs of these adults." ”

"So, as long as the parliament can find such a reason to maintain its 'international image', it is imperative to wage war against foreign countries?"

A famous rogue country in Faerun, even if it wags war against foreign countries, it also has to preach morality?

No matter how you listen to it, there is a feeling of being a bitch and setting up a torii.

However, after listening to Luxendier's explanation, there is some truth.

It seems that the development of the world has contributed to this situation, and it is not that those despicable and shameless red-robed adults have suddenly become concerned about the image of the country.

"And our little ones...... Hey!" Lusendier sneered twice: "The result of his actions provides such a reason just right. ”

Garina's face twitched.

"So the south of Sazaha now is a pool of muddy water, and I don't know how many forces are mixed in it. Lusendil's expression became serious: "I don't think I should step into it, because behind my back, there is no interest group that can give me full support, and I am worthless in Searle." ”

Garina's heart sank.

A seventh-order high-level mage is worthless in Searle.

If these words were heard by those revered mages in other parts of Faerun, I don't know if they would feel sad.

You must know that in many states in the western and southern parts of Faerun, even a fifth-order spellcaster will be regarded as a treasure, and a seventh- or eighth-order mage can often affect the rise and fall of a kingdom.

But when it comes to Searle, a place where there are as many mages as dogs, it is worthless.

Perhaps Luxendier's tone was a little resentful and self-deprecating, but when it comes to Searle's political system, a high-level Ring Mentor is indeed not qualified to preside over national affairs, and the highest influence can only cover a region.

Thinking of this, she suddenly remembered the little friend in the south, and I have to say that she still has a good impression of him.

She admires capable and ambitious men, which is why she is willing to go to Sell with Lusendier in the first place, knowing that Lusendier is a liar who killed her family.

But a seventh-order mage is worthless in Searle, what about that little friend?

In this muddy water, what kind of performance will he have?

A playful smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

It has to be said that although chaotic and full of dangers, Serre is indeed a much more interesting country than Sambia.

"So we just need to snuggle up here, obediently listen to Flas, and increase our own weight with the capital they give out. Lusendier smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's better not to have anything to do with the affairs of the south." ”

Garina nodded slightly.

As the farmers harvest the plump ears of wheat from the fields, the smell of grain spreads all over the country, the weather in Serre gradually cools down, the winds of late autumn encourage pedestrians to increase their clothes, and the cold snap of the great glacier pampers the northland, and winter is approaching.

This year, Searle is as usual for several years, the undercurrent below is turbulent, and the surface is not so calm, of course, the people of Agolaron in the east may be glad that Searle, a group of madman mages, held back the war in their bones**, and kept the alliance with Queen Hembo ten years ago for another year, and the Letherman witches in the north also breathed a sigh of relief, because the Searles did not greatly interfere in the internal affairs of Letherman, and they could only endure the small actions that Searle made under the table.

As long as the Serles don't tear their faces and launch a large army of aggression, they are thankful.

However, a few new pieces of information have made Mul Holland in the south feel a little unable to sit still.

Of course, these messages were initially disseminated within Serre.

The pirates of the Sea of Stars sacked Sabanshire, and Lord Antrentz, the consul of Sabanshire, was killed, including his men...... All officers.

However, the newly appointed steward of the Hill Mountains, Lord Penny Sean, led the troops to sweep away the pirates, collect the corpse of Lord Antrentz, and stabilize the situation, and several members of the council agreed that Sean should be the acting governor of the region, and the bill is under review, and the approval is likely to be very high.

According to rumors, the incoming acting ruler has an extraordinary ability to eradicate most of the bandits that plague the mountains of Helen in less than half a year without taking office, and to run a combat-ready army, so that he is able to repel the pirates who have fallen east into the sea of stars.

Obviously, this is not good news for the Mullans, because once the Hills of Helen are completely in the hands of the Seres, the northwest of the Mullins will be completely under the Cerans' forces.

And some of the rumors that came out of it made the people of Moulan even more frightened.

For example, the Searles created a huge weapon of war, hundreds of feet high, almost comparable to the immobile magical giants of ancient times, so they could easily take out the bandits of the Hill Mountains.

Naturally, this made the soldiers and civilians on the northwestern border of Mulholland uneasy.

Of course, many of the big Mullins were even more uneasy in their hearts.

At this time, two human heads were placed side by side on the table in the council hall of the capital of Sazaha Province, and an old man in old but polished armor and a handsome middle-aged red-robed mage with a gloomy expression sat at the table.

The expressions on their faces as they look at the heads are different, but they are all very complex.

"Ah~" Muirstantus raised his white eyebrows: "That little guy is really capable, powerful, powerful." ”

"It's amazing. Frazflandlin's eyebrows tightened, he shook his head, and his expression seemed to be a little regretful: "I heard that he seems to already have a wife?"

"It seems like yes. Muir raised his white eyebrows: "Why do you care about this?"

"Nothing. Freze shook his head, he had some respect for Muir, although his status as a high-level ring mentor made him qualified enough to despise this half-cut old man, but he clearly knew that he could climb to this position as soon as possible, and this old man had a lot to contribute.

And an old man who has been trusted by Sazastan for many years, he is not qualified to be treated with contempt.

Freez knows this all too well.

"Then his value is not too great, or rather, even if he is great, he will not exceed the 'prince' of Odyssilon. Freze thought to himself, his eyebrows furrowed, "My lord, Lanny seems to be there for him. ”

"Oh~" Muir's white beard moved, and he glanced at his son-in-law more: "Isn't this something that should be taken for granted? ”

Freez's eyebrows furrowed even tighter: "It's not appropriate. ”

"No one should decide for her what is right or what is not suitable for her except herself. Muir shook his head: "O Fretz, if you use all men as tools for your own gain, then one day you will find yourself with nothing but profit. ”

Freez's expression was visibly gloomy, and he was silent for a while, then smiled again: "My lord, I don't think that as a red-robed mage, I have no qualifications to think about anything other than to climb up. ”

Muirstantus closed his mouth and muttered, "But you've climbed high enough." ”

"Seventh-order mages are worthless in this realm. Freze sighed and shook his head disappreciatively.

It's even more worthless in the multiverse.

"Okay, okay. Muir shook his head, it was useless to say too much, maybe it was power that limited his horizons, maybe he needed to give up more things in order to pursue higher goals, but he felt that everyone's pursuit determined that the happiness that everyone could get was different, but he was more tolerant and didn't like to hurt the happiness of others.

Perhaps this was a bit inconsistent with the concept of the red-robed mage, so he gave up persuasion: "All in all, everyone's fate trajectory will not be easily changed by external forces, and what you force will often have the opposite effect, Freze, I think sometimes, even if you want to achieve your own goals, you can use some tactful means." ”

"Euphemism?" the High Ring Mentor shook his head secretly.

The so-called euphemism most of the time equals weakness and compromise.

In the face of interests and powerful forces, what qualifications does the weak have to be stubborn?

He frowned secretly, feeling puzzled, as if he did not understand the rebel slaves in the East, who were surrounded by his army, knowing that if they did not surrender, they would be killed with a very cruel punishment, and that surrender would have a chance to live, but still refused to lay down their arms.

Unreasonable.

The strong compromise with the weak.

In his opinion, it was a ridiculous act.

He suddenly remembered the slave captives he had been exposed to death in the desert.

Even when he died, despite the apparent despair and pain, he still did not give up staring into his eyes with extreme hatred.

He suddenly felt sick to his stomach.

His complexion began to turn a little blue.

Perhaps for the stubborn guy who doesn't know the times, the best way to deal with it is to break that backbone with a hammer.

He snorted softly.

He glanced at Muir, and the old man still looked like the old god was there.

A tolerant understanding arose in the heart of the Master of the High Ring: Forget it, no matter how lofty his status is, this is just an ordinary person without great power, and he may not be able to understand his way of thinking as a powerful being who looks down on all beings.

He decided to respectfully ignore the old man's advice.

"Ah, my lord, we haven't decided what to do with these two guys. Freez raised an eyebrow at the two heads on the table.

"Easy to do. Muir opened his mouth and exhaled: "Send someone to the mountain and let them decide." ”

Fretz nodded.

This is the easiest way to do it.

"Hopefully I'll live a few more months. The old man covered his mouth and coughed twice, opened his white eyebrows, looked at the bright red liquid on his hand, and skimmed his white beard: "Then you can see the last war in your life, well, boring bloodshed and fighting, I hope it can have some special meaning." ”

He let out a long sigh, as if he was a little exhausted, and slowly closed his eyes, and Freze got up from his stool, and the slightly super-old man bowed his back, and ordered the waiter to take the human head, and leave the room.

The cold wind blew into the window, and the old man shuddered, and his white eyebrows trembled slightly, as if he felt the cold winter that was not far away.

(To be continued)