Shaman from Afar

The sky dome palace, the side hall of the deliberation hall.

There are only five people who are qualified to enter here ... Secretary of the Seal Metney, Secretary of the Army Serviline, former magistrate Victor, church magistrate Teres, and former imperial wizard advisor Albert.

Because the person who called them in was His Majesty the Emperor.

"... I don't think I need to tell you anymore, why is it here?"

Eckhart II sank like water, and his eyes glanced coldly and majesticly across the face of each Yuqian minister: "The significance of the Yuqian trial ... you should know better than me."

"Why is this happening?"

Minister Palm Seal placed his hands in front of him, and sighed in a low voice; that silent sigh made Victor's forehead wrinkles one more point, and his tight hands had already revealed green muscles.

The frowning church judge has a distorted expression, and resentfully expresses his dissatisfaction with a sneer. He seems to be still indignant about the information he just got.

Albold Tarot's eyes closed slightly, and he shook his head; the expression of sorrow had been condensed to the extreme.

"This is not the fault of Justice Yuqian, Your Majesty."

With a sigh, the last person who spoke was still the Minister of the Army, Severin de Salion, who could n’t help but scream: “The range of activities every day, two reviews, 24/7 surveillance, and special inspections for all meals The person in charge, the whole garrison of the Hundred Team is outside ... "

"What's more, it's a black prison ... the whole empire will not have a second safer and tighter place than the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain and the Sky Vault! Who can guess that he can find a chance ..."

"Severin de Salion!"

Eckhart lightly interrupted his own minister of military affairs. Although it was only an understatement, the former ministers had already felt the anger of His Majesty the Emperor.

Without hesitation for a moment, Severin bowed decisively.

In the dead hall, the atmosphere has been suppressed to the extreme.

"At this point, blame and punishment are meaningless. What I want is the answer!" The tone of His Majesty's Majesty became colder, and each word contained infinite anger:

"I don't want to hear ... my ministers, my faithful Yuqian cabinet has done its best ... this kind of meaningless nonsense, Metternich!"

"His Majesty?"

"First come up with a solution to solve the problem at hand, and rumors will start tonight after the Imperial Capital." Eckhardt's mouth crossed a sarcastic arc:

"I know too much about our loyal subjects ... how much they show love, how much resentment they have in their hearts; rumors, rumors, whispers ... that is, the plague and poison spreading in the imperial capital, they must not be given a chance!

"Yes, your majesty."

Minister Palm Seal bowed slightly, but the expression on his face was very subtle: "But what I think now is another matter."

"Loren Turin." Eckhart raised his eyebrows.

"It's the wizard consultant of His Highness Brandon ... I have sent someone to convey the news, and now he may have arrived in the black prison." Metternich sighed softly:

"I have heard a lot about the deeds of Lord Loren, and he used any means to achieve his purpose ... Although in most cases, he is a principled person, he often makes unreasonable actions."

"What will he do this time?"

……………………………………

Royal Sorcerer's College, Lussak Kovo Lab.

In the dimly lit laboratory, the petite figure of the little wizard is still lying on the ground, rummaging through the mountain of materials and various record files, every cabinet, every piece of parchment has been fumbled The traces of the past, even the page number of each line of words, she can follow the back.

Lucien, who was holding the sword with both hands, stood silently in the corner. He couldn't remember how many candlesticks he had changed. He just looked at the tired petite figure who had never stopped. Busy.

Frowning slightly, the hand holding the sword slowly tightened.

This is the only thing I can do.

It ’s the same in the Ice and Snow Wasteland, Dragon King City-Loren Turin, Isaac Grantham, Ain Rand ... they are all imaginative, talented people, and only they can Find the essence or key of the problem in a chaos.

All I can do is to do my best to protect them and fulfill their mission to them.

This is who I am, and the excellent quality of every Wurz for thousands of years ... silent soldiers.

Under the tip of the dark blue, the still slightly immature face makes the juvenile silver-gray pupil bright as a cold moon.

I do n’t have such a talented mind as they do. I do n’t know anything about magic and evil spirits. I have never believed in anything.

Oneself is a sword, which is useless except killing people.

But if Lord Loren Turin and his friends need their own strength, then ...

"Found it, this is it, this is it !!!"

The excited little wizard suddenly stood up, tired and unable to hide the surprise in her expression, shaking hands holding a whole roll of parchment tightly in her arms.

The gray pupil who saw her expression couldn't help but show a light smile, his hands holding the hilt slightly loosened.

At this moment ...

"clang--!"

The harsh notes rang out abruptly on the dead corridor outside the door.

The expressions of the two changed at the same time, and the pale pale wizard quickly got up and handed the scroll in his arms to Lucien: "Come on, take these away, and it will be too late!"

"Absolutely not! I promised Lord Loren, I can never let you do anything!" The gray pupil's expression tightened, and the hand holding the sword tightened again: "I can't stay here any longer, follow me!"

"But ..." the little wizard bit his lip.

"There's nothing wrong, don't you want to hand it to Loren by hand ?!" Hurrying and ignoring it, he directly grabbed Ain who was screaming and carried her on her back.

"Your Excellency Ain, please hold me tight and keep your teeth closed so you don't bite your tongue, because there may be a little bumps next."

"Ugh?!"

"boom--!"

The moment the words fell, the thin figure who had hit the door had already pulled out the sword, and he could only see a residual image rushing out of the corridor like a gust of wind.

In the dead room, there was only a petite and cute moon shadow cat lying on the chair, and the scarlet eyes stared at the slammed door and the empty promenade.

After five minutes ...

"They have gone far."

The black man who didn't know when to look coldly glanced at the broken door lock, and turned his eyes to a few subordinates in the same costume: "I didn't expect ... ordinary alchemists, so vigilant."

"This is not an ordinary alchemist ... otherwise, Master Rut Infinite will not personally ask." Another voice came, and it seemed to be plainly talking about the weather:

"Not to mention the absurd order of" no killing if necessary "to the nine night watchmen at the same time."

"They don't go far." The man in black pulled out his short knife from the waist and deliberately slowed down: "From the academy to the heavenly palace ... if even two ordinary people can't stop it ... Goloven's night watchman will be lost Full face. "

"Really, but Lord Rut Infiniti ..."

"Now is not the time to stick to orders, the Yuqian trial will have variables at any time, and our duty is to minimize the possibility of variables!"

"but……"

"It's nothing, are you willing to be a spy for life ?!" The man in black sneered coldly: "Remember the guy who was transferred back from Ebden ... are a newcomer, because he has watched His Royal Highness Brandon, now they all Climb to our head! "

Several night watchmen looked at each other and nodded; the man in black snorted and turned away.

"Ugh ... I'm leaving so soon?"

The delicate and soft sound, but let the night watchman all change color, cold body stiff in place.

A young girl in a black-and-red dress sits on an empty chair ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ naked feet curled up in the air, a pale and delicate doll-like face, a pair of scarlet **** pupils.

"For the first time, my name is Ariel ... of course, you can also call me Asriel, if you like it."

"You just seemed to be discussing terrible things ..."

"Bad children who do this must give a little punishment ..."

"Do you think it will not be rejected?"

"Because Ariel has never tasted ... fresh plasma ... what is the taste ..." ...

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