"So, our meeting is over. ”

Mr. Short, you're up. He bowed to Lord Xavier before leaving the wooden bench. It's just that some people feel strange because of one of his actions: he bent down and carefully pushed the wooden stool under the long table. Glori, of course, saw it too.

Is it a habit for the president of a wizard's guild to put a wooden stool neatly under the long table that he may not necessarily use again? Or is Mr. Short going to use it again? When Glori saw Mr. Short approaching, he found that Mr. Short had been standing for a moment when he opened the door.

Isn't that door just an ordinary iron door?

Perhaps, Mr. Short had forgotten something. Glori was waiting, but he didn't expect Mr. Short to touch the handle of the iron door with his right hand, which looked like a wisp of white mist.

That's wind magic.

Mr. Short, he was actually using wind magic to inspect the iron door. The white mist climbed from Mr. Short's right hand until the entire iron door was warm from the effects of magic. The iron gate is like being forged.

The iron gate had just been touched by Miss Juy, the guardian of the King of God, and the "Snow Jue" who had gone out early, could there be anything puzzling left on it? To put it bluntly, even if someone touched the iron door, it should have been discovered by the person who pushed the door.

It is also strange that no one laughed at Mr. Short's caution.

"It's good to be cautious. You'd better be careful, too. With a reminder, Mr. Short walked out of the door unharmed.

Listening to the sound of the slate being trampled on by Mr. Short, Glori noticed that the atmosphere had changed somewhat. What was once a serious meeting place has become a dark area. In particular, the door that Mr. Short had piggybacked on and crunched - the gap between the door and the wooden frame seemed to be filled with something that could not be removed.

The wind was troubled, and the moon was gone. Later, the meeting officially ended with a good night from Lord Xavier. Glori, who had wanted to know a little more about what had been scheduled at the meeting, apparently lost his chance. He looked at the empty courtyard, and was left with Wei, Say, and Susan.

An ominous feeling also followed, but this feeling of Glori did not come earlier than Wei's greeting.

"Seventeenth, evening. We'll use the teleportation array to reach the city of Sky. Wei said.

Glori was confused. Now, he just knew he was part of the trap team. So, how did the meeting come to this? With one cloud of fog after another, Glori felt that even after midnight, he would not want to sleep peacefully.

Could it be that the friends are because of the fake baron?

Glori was still thinking! Almost because of his own concerns, he didn't hear what Wei said. He paused for a long time before he spoke: "I know, it's the seventeenth." But what's going on with the teleportation array? Besides, I thought it was the day of departure. ”

Wei left his seat, not going to stay here anymore. He was going to look out into the streets and go up the Rift. He smiled and said, "Lil Sha, your mentor is here too. Sorry, I should have told you in advance. However, you and Susan had better not bother her. She was a member of the team dealing with the Imperial Legion. Perhaps, she is now busy with tactical discussions. ”

"Lil Sha?"

Glori, at first, was quite happy. Just a moment later, he became worried.

"So, who else is there?"

"Perhaps, you should know. Most of those people are the former vassals of your Alex Kingdom. Among them, there are Gabriel, Andrew, Leo, and the people of the Hunter family," Wei Gang opened the iron door and turned again, "You don't have to worry, because there are also the new Red Feather Knights, the Shennuo Legion, and the Flore family." ”

"Flore?"

Before Glori could react, Susan cried. Susan remembered what she had found in the secret room in Skyfly, the conspiracy in the booklet.

"Yes, the Silver-Armored Swordsmen of the Flore family. If the Flore family is also there, then Silver's people will have to be restrained. If I can't do it, I will order the Red Feather Knights to lead the soldiers to prevent the tragedy from happening. So, Susan, what are you worried about?" added Wayne.

Meanwhile, Glori, like Way, looked at Susan, who was sitting on a long stone bench on the south side.

"That booklet ......"

Before Susan could finish speaking, she heard a "clang" from the iron door. It was as if something was outside, or someone was passing by the inn.

Before Wei could give Juy an order, Jue was already running out the door. It was too dark, like it was covered by something. Not only did Susan and Willy follow, but Glori also followed. 520

When he went out, Glori looked around. However, no one was on the street. Before leaving the door, Glori also looked at the second floor of the inn - the lights were all out: the knights of the Meritorious Order were all exhausted.

"We can't wake up those knights. If all the people are tossed because of a small thing, then the big thing in Sky City will have to be lost. Glori muttered to himself.

All the way south, Glori lost track of his companions. It was strangely dark. Glori tried to light the oil lamps in the streets, but he couldn't find any of them, and the whole street was as if someone had taken them. But in fact, it was the oil lamps that were moving away from Glori, along with the stone pillars. It was at this time that Glori was grabbed by the arm by a man.

"Blue Star, you don't rest in the middle of the night, what are you doing?"

"Kenneth?"

Glori and Kenneth, looking at each other, their eyes wide. Thankfully, Glori was sober enough to discern the thick eyebrows on Kenneth's cheeks at a glance—someone else might have been startled.

"What's wrong with these oil lamps?" Glori added.

"Some rats, got in. We all have to be careful. Only, what is this? Compared to the difficulties that King Veren encountered in his battle, the trouble in front of him was too different. Stop chasing, your friend, with the King of God's Promise here, you'll be fine. ”

When Kenneth finished speaking, Glori subconsciously moved his arm. At that time, Glori thought he was wrong, so he touched his left arm with his right hand. A slimy, slippery thing on the armor of his left arm. When he removed his right hand, the fishy smell penetrated Glori's nostrils.

"Bloodstained, Lord Duke, what have you done?"

"I, the false baron, I have dealt with it myself," Kenneth said directly, "you have forgotten one thing, as a duke, you have more than just wealth. I have the right to put on trial a despicable villain who stole the secrets of the meeting. ”

Yes, the Duke is not only rich, but also has power that cannot be touched by commoners.

Glori wakes up from a dream, and even if he is not interested in command, he understands that it is impossible for nobles to give true command to a civilian hero. Because, the magnates, aren't they here too? What Glori is talking about is indeed not just the command of the exploration of Sky City. And, of course, those 20,000 warriors!

It stands to reason that the exploration of the city in the sky and the command of the Imperial Legion should be separated. Glori already knew that the commander of the exploration of Sky City was Lord Xavier, and Glori was pleased with this.

If Wei had gathered the troops, who would have been the commander of the 20,000 warriors?

It was as if all of them were dodging questions about the commander of the 10,000-man legion. At the meeting, Glori did not ask out of politeness, but why no one told him? Even after Glori attended the meeting, no one told him who the conductor was. Moreover, Lord Xavier is not the one who went to the front line of the battlefield, but the one who explored Sky City with Glori.

There isn't much time left to travel to the city in the sky. So, who is that so-called battlefield commander who is dedicated to resisting the Imperial Legion?

Finally, Glori couldn't help but ask. He thought it was polite and would not offend the Duke's authority. "Lord Duke, I don't know who the commander is. ”

"What are you talking about Sky City? Of course Lord Xavier, isn't he going to join us as a member of the trap team?"

"Lord Xavier, but it's the city in the sky. Glori added embarrassed.

"Well, how can a guy who doesn't like the powerful suddenly think of such a thing as power? North of Flying Town, that is, those who deal with the Imperial Legion, the leader is Gabriel. He's the adopted son of Lord Bard, and you should know that. Kenneth chuckled.

"This is good news. But why didn't anyone mention it at the meeting?" Glori couldn't figure out.

"You'd better never know why. Didn't the commander of the exploration of Sky City listen to your opinion?If you want to blame, let's grow up?Become an existence that the nobles have to fear. Among those nobles, it is better to include me. Maybe one day, people will be happy to get your opinion on those things about authority. Kenneth said sincerely.

At what level is the existence that has to be feared?

After all, the man standing in front of Glori was the Duke of Norton. Since it is a duke's explanation, then it is an authority, right? However, isn't the person in front of him also Kenneth the "Snow Lord"? Kenneth, a person who supports King Veron, can simply talk about what the nobles have? Moreover, those authorities are extremely unfriendly things to Glory, and they are also unrealistic things.

Obviously, Kenneth's talk was at odds with his will to support King Veron's plan for equality. In other words, Kenneth, as one of the people who supported King Veron's plan for equality, should not have said something against his conscience.

As expected, Glori heard Kenneth make an addition.

"You don't have to think of what is in the hands of the nobles as your goal, but you have to remember one thing - if you want to win justice, you have to be strong, and don't wait for others to fight for justice. Even if you don't want something in the palm of your hand, at least you have to make yourself a person who is truly embraced. Owen was born into a family of civilians. Lord Bard, also from a civilian family. You should understand what I'm saying. Just being remembered is a hope, but not enough. ”