Hiccor absentmindedly rubbed the teacup in his hand, and his eyes frequently stared at the end of the corridor, and after a long time, he did not see the two return.

She didn't have a professional practice, and the Holy Coin Church didn't have a lot of patience, but she also knew that she couldn't get involved in those men's affairs.

Thinking of this, she sighed softly and rubbed her eyebrows.

Any red-robed mage must be running for power, and once he enters, he will never be able to leave.

In the bloody wind of light or dark, how much time and energy is spent on creating a warm family?

She sighed again.

Maybe it's a good idea to leave Serge.

After spending some time in the town, she felt the danger of Serre.

Her eyes lit up and she began to think.

"Miss, you look a little troubled. ”

The voice was deep and magnetic, but she had seen a lot of girls talking to her, and she frowned and looked up to see a young man.

When she saw the red robe and the conspicuous tattoo on the top of her head, her heart suddenly burst out and she was a little afraid: "Oh, this lord, I don't have anything to do. ”

Due to the lack of hair on his head and face, the appearance of the red-robed mage seems to be similar at a glance, especially when the face shape is similar, this handsome mage has an angular face, as if carved from high-quality jade, it is impossible to tell how old he is, but a gut let the girl know that he is much older than he looks.

The mage watched the girl's actions with interest, and it was evident from this rather mindless reply that she had not seen much of the world.

What's more, she's pretty too.

This somewhat embarrassed look aroused the interest of the red-robed mage, and he sat directly on the other side of the coffee table, looking at the side of the girl with a smile.

This made Hickel's face a little hot, she had worked in the tavern and had been baptized by countless gazes, so she could naturally feel that this red-robed mage had a very professional gaze.

Hunting the gaze of beautiful women.

But she couldn't drive him away like a normal rascal, which made Hiccol helpless.

Sensing the object's embarrassment, the red-robed mage narrowed his eyes: "Hmm, I'm the enchanter Luxendiel, may I ask, can I know your name?"

This question was not expected by the girl, she knew that if she answered, it would probably be endless entanglement in the future, but it was difficult for her to find an excuse to refuse the mage's request, and at this moment, she saw two figures appearing at the end of the corridor, and nodded apologetically to the red-robed mage: "Sorry, my lord, my boyfriend is over there." ”

Without waiting for an answer, he ran over and grabbed the young mage's arm.

The red-robed mage next to the teahouse narrowed his eyes.

...... "Don't be frustrated, the old man's attitude is obviously that he doesn't want to get himself into trouble." In the hallway, Hughes persuaded Penny, who was silent.

"But then, we still have to deal with the trouble of the Lord from the north, and we don't even know whose interests he represents. Penny raised an eyebrow: "Hughes, is it really as an ornament as the Governor suggests?"

"Actually, I can't say it's not a good idea. Hughes shrugged his shoulders and patted Penny on the shoulder, "You've done enough, Sean, don't force yourself too hard." ”

"Reluctantly......" The mage smiled, and suddenly became distracted again, with a puzzled look on his face: "Well, just now the governor said that my position is a prank of a big man, what does this mean......"

"Indeed, Sean. Hughes glanced at his companion a few times, and also looked confused: "At first, I thought that you had some special reason to be sent to that remote position as soon as you were officially promoted, but now it seems that you yourself are still confused." ”

Penny nodded suspiciously, "Indeed...... It's weird. ”

"But if it's really what the Governor said, Sean, you have to be careful. As he spoke, Hughes's expression gradually became serious: "A mischievous idea can influence the promotion and appointment of the government system, and it is definitely not something that ordinary bigwigs can do." ”

Who will be a big man at that level?

Penny's eyebrows twisted into a pimple.

"Penny!" a trilled voice flew into the mage's ears as he saw the girl rush towards her, her hands grabbing her arms.

"Waiting?" he saw the girl's anxiety, rubbed the long pale blonde hair, and the unhappiness and depression in his heart were temporarily suppressed.

"Well, nothing. She stole a glance and noticed that the mage was still sitting in the back, and although she didn't feel the other person's gaze, she clearly felt a feeling of being watched. This made her dare not say anything, just took the mage's hand: "Penny, how about we go to dinner?"

"Good. The mage smiled and nodded, his eyes inadvertently focused on the red robe sitting next to the teahouse, and his brows furrowed secretly.

There was a faint sense in my heart that the appearance of this person did not seem to be a good sign.

"My lords, the Governor has arranged temporary accommodation for you at the official residence. A squire came and walked out with the three of them.

Lusendil watched the young men walk away, and his eyes flickered for a long time, until a bewitching beautiful woman walked up to him with a thin cobra-like waist, and sat down on the coffee table, the white and delicate flesh bullets on the mage's cheeks, and two arms around the mage's neck.

This posture shows that she is very close to the mage and has deep trust, no, or it can be said that only people who are controlled by some kind of spell will be allowed to approach like this by her caster, after all, with her current posture, as long as she exerts force, she can pose a deadly threat to the mage.

"Well, my dear, which girl do you fall in love with? This is not a good habit, you are already a big man.

"I think you should know me. Lusendier touched the bulges of the flesh bullets and the thin black shirt, and heard the woman's rapid gasp and smile in his ears.

"Hehe, this is the Governor's mansion. The woman breathed softly in the mage's ear with silky eyes, and slapped the mage's hand down: "You should pay attention to etiquette." ”

"Well, it doesn't matter, we're here to show it live, and Muir won't do anything about it, he's just an old lion whose teeth and claws are no longer sharp. The mage said sarcastically: "Now he has nothing to do but make a qualified stone for Sazastan." ”

"Hmm, how dare you say that here?" the woman narrowed her eyes, "By the way, that girl just now didn't seem to have any taste at all, and she was able to keep you focused for so long." You're actually getting into nibbling on tender grass now?"

"Tender grass?" the mage simulated in his mind, and then shook his head: "Well, forget it, the noble daughter who has been promised out has a lot of trouble behind her." ”

"You have the audacity to slander the owner of the mansion in the Governor's Palace, and you don't dare to take advantage of a junior. This isn't the great liar I know of in the Desperate Eastern Regions. The woman giggled.

"We can easily bury the past, but we must not easily set foot in the future that has not yet been explored. The mage smiled and said, "It is the fate of all old and decrepit people to die, but we cannot know that those who come after us will build a grave and a tombstone for us. ”

"After all, they're cowardly, they're just ants to you. The smile on the woman's face tinged with sarcasm.

The mage snorted twice and touched the back of his neck, where there was a huge wound, traces of the bonding of magical power could be seen, and the depth of the crack showed by the direction and width of the knife from the perspective of an ordinary person.

He sighed, "I used to despise and bully all the weak without any scruples, until I was slashed in the neck...... I'm glad my dad was able to pull me back from the underworld with a prayer spell. ”

The woman seemed to remember some anecdote and burst out laughing.

"In short, after living for so many years, I now feel that self-control is the most important quality of a red-robed mage. Lusendier smiled, his expression became serious: "The most important thing now is to take down Darren Moore, those inconsequential things, or don't affect me." ”

He pushed the woman away, got up from the chair, bent down and patted the hem of the red robe, and strode out of the hallway.

"What doesn't matter?" the woman repeated, touching her beautiful cheek, a look of anger on her face.

......My lord, what do you think, junior?" In the garden of the Doge's Palace, Androsiga flew in again, he had just heard the news.

"Very nice. ”

"Very good?" said Andersiga, noticing that the old governor was intently observing something on the ground, and he leaned over to see a pair of slightly more unusual footprints.

"If a person is willing to work a down-to-earth basis, then it is appropriate to use the 'good' evaluation. The old governor looked up, laughed, and shook his head regretfully, "But it's a pity that we can't help him." ”

"My lord, it's a pity, but he's not the ......."

Before the mage could finish his words, the old governor shook his head again: "No, no, no, after this conversation, I can be sure of one thing, that is, his appointment is just a prank by that old fellow. ”

"Prank?" Androsiga dropped his jaw in shock, such a big thing, it could actually be a prank?

A powerful man who has ruled an entire kingdom for two hundred years would make a child's playful decision?

"Don't be surprised, I know him, though it's probably only a fraction of what he really is. Maybe he had some idea, but before the idea was revealed, he wanted others to understand his actions as a prank. The old governor chuckled, "Let's just do it." ”

"But...... Really don't give them any support?" Andelsiga was skeptical.

"I've supported it. The old governor said lightly: "Otherwise, I would have transferred him to another place a long time ago, think about it, Androsiga, what is in that mountainous area!"

The old mage was stunned for a moment, and then he shuddered, and he was soaked in cold sweat in a few breaths behind him.

(To be continued)