The chapter was written too trash, so I revised it again, adding some content to reduce some useless things.
It owns the terrible power that even the gods fear. Legend has it that the person who holds this scepter is only a line away from the rule of the entire plane... However, no one can explain that the power of this item has reached
To what extent—ˉ—because in the hands of this powerful Lich King, this scepter did not play much role. The powerful force eventually attracted the attention of God, and they sent the apostles. In the end,
This evil magic weapon was destroyed, and the shadow that threatened humanity disappeared.
But no matter what, the truth has been lost in history.
"hiss--!"
Edward looked up suddenly and let out a deep breath!
The temperature of the air in the library was magically adjusted, and there was no difference between hot and cold, but Edward seemed to fall into an ice cave for a moment, but his back was already soaked in sweat. The wet and sticky coldness had even penetrated into his skin, entering the
When he reached his bloodline, his body was fighting endlessly.
Those things just now seemed to hit the depths of his memory. No, a certain point in his soul, the strange resonance made him feel tighter in his chest and abdomen, and he almost vomited blood! His heart was beating and his eardrums were blowing.
Tight, every breath would bring a buzzing echo in his mind. Although there was no mirror, he knew that he was definitely pale.
However, being able to break free from the strange changes does not seem to rely on Edward's own strength.
On the scroll, the text described in the description came to an abrupt end, but it did not look like the original description. The scroll is more than two feet wide and the font is not too large. This text is not covered at all, but it is recorded.
After a long paragraph of sheepskin, there was no more text, and the last sentence even had subtle differences in the font. It seemed that someone erased the original text and filled in this sentence again.
The words are average.
Fortunately, time has not passed too long.
Edward turned his eyes slightly, and he tried hard to mobilize every cell in his mind to calm his emotions. The relationship with this scepter of royal power is his biggest secret at this stage. If people know it, even if they can save their lives,
It will inevitably fall into the hands of a group of people with ulterior motives, and their own strength is still weak and they will never be able to resist.
Fortunately, that strange feeling may be extremely long in the apprentice's mind, but in reality, the hourglass on the table in front of me dripped down dozens of dust, and even the old mage who was walking aside had just arrived.
It was just next to the bookshelf. It seemed that he had no sense of his strange changes. Haoj49 Hong■Hong■Hong■Hong■Hong■Hong■Hong■Hong■Posted■■■■
But even without any sense, he took out this scroll and saw it. What does it mean? Did he also become interested in this thing? How long can he hide a ** master by relying on the power of the artifact itself?
time?
"Well, ahem, tutor, what exactly is on this scroll?"
Edward coughed gently to cover up the hoarseness and trembling in his voice, in fact, he knew very well that it was not wise to show too much interest in this thing, but he really couldn't control his strange seeking of knowledge in his heart.
"Hmm? Oh, that was originally some information, but now it is a bunch of meaningless shit... Edward, remember any information and records, don't get involved with any temple. These gangs should die.
The slaves of gods can only tamper with them. The records that flow out of their hands are just as false as the cousin's flattery. The stinky cloud technique is even more fragrant than the words they made up! In addition to concealing and boasting about themselves, their gods are simply
Without other interests, as for those idiots who are accustomed to being flattered, they can do anything as long as they get the advice of their master!"
The old wizard did not seem to notice the abnormality of the apprentice. He just searched for the things on the bookshelf, took a few books, and threw them back with a glance, which was extremely wasteful of the organizer's efforts-these books.
Edward was doing the sorting.
But at this time, he had no intention of caring about these things - the apprentice, who had a twists and turns in his mind, was thinking of finding an excuse to leave quickly to prevent the situation from worsening.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he heard the old mage continue to speak slowly.
"By the way, the things on this scroll have something to do with you. They happened to me when I went out for work... Oh, by the way, there is also something about that thing, I
I have something to say to you."
Edward's body shook and almost sat down. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the old wizard's face. A lot of plans in his mind immediately came up, but for a moment he found that nothing was useful. If it weren't for self-hypnosis
The blessing of the power of his face kept his expression unchanged. At this time, he might have revealed the boss's flaws!
But at this time, the old mage had turned his head, his eyes were gentle and peaceful, and he seemed to be unwilling to care: "Because of the limelight that time you showed up, the little guy from the king came to you, saying that it was just in the past few days,
What title should I give you, and then I will give you a piece of territory?"
"You will be named viscount and get a territory. As for the specific location, it may be in the northwest of the family territory, the one that was deprived of by the Bekening family two years ago, is a good place, and you can have about every year.
Five to six thousand gold coins are collected.
The peaceful sound echoed in a wide study room. The sunshine poured in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, with full warmth. The thick carpet on the ground is isolated from the ground atmosphere, but at this moment, it is bathed in this sunshine.
Listening to the peaceful voice, his face turned pale. He seemed to be happy, but he was more cautious and fearful.
"The staff in the territory are basically old people who are familiar with work, and it doesn't require you to spend too much effort. However, from now on, you have to start to study the management of the territory carefully, because two to three years later, I
I will ask Your Majesty to increase your territory, but at that time, it will not be the ready-made thing now, and there will be no manpower. You must start to manage it yourself."
After the wide oak desk, the middle-aged man who spoke picked up a piece of parchment with his name and blew the ink mark on it: "In addition, Damian, make good preparations. This time, the sealed one is also
Dozens of young men from each duke's rank, and then according to His Majesty's wishes, this time you must go through a harvesting operation."
"Yes, my father."
The word harvesting action made the young man tremble slightly. He lowered his head and seemed to dare not look at the other party at all. He could only look at the small family emblem hanging on his clothes - the one who raised his neck leisurely
The bird opened its mouth with a strange bag and seemed to have just swallowed a plump fish into its throat.
The simple logo has no extra decoration, only the smooth surface shows a golden red color.
There is no long sword that symbolizes the opening of the ancestors, no shield that symbolizes the end of the ancestors, and no fancy style that symbolizes the title of title. For a noble, this family emblem has no value that can be shown off. The color of gold and red
Or it can show a little rich background, but what is such a small piece of gold worth to the nobles?
That's enough.
In Touminis, no, it should be said that in Romanty, even the country nobles, how many people don’t know this golden pelican?
At this moment, behind the desk, the real owner of the Golden Pelican was raising his head.
Although he is already in his late middle age, the years inevitably make his muscles on his face a little loose, but he is not the obese appearance that is circulating in the market. His tall and overly tall nose bridge is slightly drooping.
The tip of his nose made him look a bit like a bird, but it was not a pelican or a goshawk.
"I heard you seem to have encountered some trouble recently?" Looking at the young man's timid expression, a hint of displeasure flashed in his gray eyes.
"You know what I'm talking about." The middle-aged man interrupted: "It's okay to raise a few dogs for biting people, but as long as you pay a little gold coins in Romanty,
Who can’t get it? Why do you have to find the things in these gutters?”
The young man's body trembled, but soon he mustered up his courage: "This father, Romanty's dark union has existed for a long time. His control over the news and the allocation of certain special personnel has its own unique features. As long as he uses it,
Properly, it is an extremely flexible force, but no one really controls it in his own hands, so I think…”
"Yes, no one has ever grasped it."
The middle-aged man interrupted again, his voice becoming a little cold and harder: "But you know, why isn't a nobleman trying to control this power? Any encirclement of a few large groups of city guards is enough to make their power stronger.
It was broken, and I could never look up again, but why didn't anyone move this force? That's because they disdained to master it!"
"For the nobles, as long as these things waved, they would immediately flock to them like flies, but from ancient times to the present, few nobles would want to bring them under their command. Do you know why?
For us, they are necessary, but dirty, like a chamber pot. You can find it and use it when you need it. But have you ever seen a chamber pot stay by your side all the time after using it?
ridiculous!"
The whispering of the young man made his face change from white to red, and his lips opened and closed several times, as if he wanted to defend himself, but he didn't dare to speak out, so he could only listen to the middle-aged man continue to speak: "So,
Have you succeeded?"
"For the time being, it's not, but it's already close. Most of the dark unions in Romanty have expressed their surrender to me, only one or two are left."
"There is one left, hum, the one left is one that messes up the people you bought?" The middle-aged man stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head, stared at the young man's shocked face and sneered: "I was in the city yesterday.
The riots spread almost half of Romanty and killed nearly a hundred people. These are not those untouchables. Who do you think this can be hidden from you?"
The young man nodded in panic and shook his head again.
"Well, who are they."
"…A half-elf organization called the Mixed Race Society seems to be very cunning. Those stupid guys were careless for a moment and actually bought a traitor by them, which caused yesterday's incident. But please rest assured, they have been completely
Suppressed the young man.
It only brought my father's head shaking.
"Oh, I can't even figure out who my real enemy is. No wonder I was defeated." The Marquis put down the parchment in his hand and signaled the other party to sit down aside: "The hybrid race is not a small person, although the previous fifty people were
Over the years, these bastards have done something, but their strength has always been accumulated slowly. Especially recently, they have done a lot in the three counties and provinces. Although most of them are mild,
It's not exactly the case."
"I will try my best. Father, they didn't have many people to enter Romanty. I already have their place and it's easy to destroy them."
"How to work hard for 7? Let the old Crab guy have one more reason to sneer me in the court?" The Marquis's voice was even colder and counted as a counterattack? Do you know the real reason for this failure? The magic, mixed-blood association, won over one person.
Spellcaster, the apprentice chief recruited by the Magic Academy this time."
“Yes…no, no.”
"Do you think His Majesty the King would like a minister who controls killers, liars and thieves? They can exist, but they must not have anything to do with us. Before being granted the title, you'd better do this." The Marquis said: "No
It must be done because this time your opponent is among the candidates who are granted."
“This…yes.”
"A few days ago, a commotion occurred at Faen. It is said that someone summoned the demon. Have you heard of the sage?" The son's slowness made the Marquis shake his head, and he had to make the words clearer.
"…It seems like I heard something." The young man whispered, but in fact he was already written on his face.
"This matter is a big deal, and the Earl of Flangen seems to have been dealt with very poorly. Although there are few casualties, the people's hearts are volatile. His Majesty is quite angry about it.
However, before dispatching forces to clear it out, someone solved it. Therefore, in order to show comfort, encourage the civilians to serve the kingdom, and show goodwill to the mages, His Majesty is preparing to give him the title of Lord."
The young man listened and seemed to think of something: "My father, are you talking about this mage who wiped out the demons? That is, he is a person from the Mixed Race Society?"
"He is still an apprentice, but he is already the chief. He heard that he has participated in the previous commotions." The Marquis nodded: "So, this is a good opportunity. You push those people from the Dark Guild,
Let it be for them.”
"What? But I..."
"Do you still remember our ancestral teachings?"
"Yes, we have no opponents, because my opponents are already submerged in the ocean of gold coins. The poor ghosts kill people with swords, while the rich people kill people with gold coins! As for those who cannot be killed? Gold coins will make them become
Our friends, this is the easiest and most effective way to defeat your opponent.”
"Okay, then, go back and think about what to do about this matter." The Marquis shook his head and issued an order to expel the guest.
"Sir, are you too strict with the young master? His eagerness to do something is not completely incomprehensible..." When the young man disappeared in the corridor, he stood quietly behind the Marquis,
An old man dressed in a housekeeper spoke.
"It is a good thing to do, but if you don't know the overall situation, you're short-sighted. What's more, you can't even control the little thing that can't get on the table. I thought he could learn some lessons from this, but the young man... Alas...
." The Marquis sighed: "I only know that I rely on his mother's doting and making trouble. Fortunately, this time the incident did not come to the upper city. Otherwise, let alone awarding merits, I would have to be in custody and think about my mistakes."
"Recently, there is an extra mage in the young master's mansion." The butler still lowered his hands, his voice calm and without any emotion: "There is no detailed report on ability, but he has the ability to transmit and is not very old. The rest of the information
Not."
"Well, high-level mage? This kid..." The old man narrowed his eyes slightly and picked up the wine glass on the table: "Let me figure out who he is and what he wants to do, so that he can know that the Golden Pelicans welcome the capable ones
But that doesn't mean he can build dams randomly in my fishing ground."
"Damn it! Give it to them? It's so easy to say... Does he know how much effort I have been betting here? Bastard, bastard!" After a moment, in another secret and solid room, the name was Damian.
The young man roared like thunder, completely no longer as impatient as he had been for a moment.
"But what your father said is not a solution,"
"What?" the young man suddenly turned around and stared at the silent figure on the chair: "Do you agree with this idiot's idea, and you also think that my money can be wasted at will?"
"Of course not, but the so-called chief apprentices are all people who are focused on cultivating in the mage tower. Even if it does not necessarily mean formal mages, there must be some, or even several formal mages behind them. A mage's question
Responsibility is enough to make your identity unstable for young master... It is simply a stupid idea to confront him head-on
"What else should I do? Do you want me to apologize to him and show my goodwill directly? Let me get a piece of his spoils?" The young nobleman laughed angrily: "Master, if this is what you want
I really have to doubt your wisdom if I suggest you to say,"
"Calmness is a necessary quality for a nobleman. Anger will only make your brain boil and become stupider than an ogre." The mage also sneered. "Sometimes, if you think about it in reverse, maybe you will be
You can see another solution." He patiently reveled: "You can hint to Rabbi Viscount and Viscount Katu, who do not have much power, but on some issues, His Majesty still likes it
Hearing the advice of these people who have no faction.”
"Stop making trouble. My uncle's temper is not to be disobedient at all. If you want to persuade him to change his mind, it is impossible to cancel the award. It is even more impossible to give up this opportunity to encourage the people and win over the wizards for me.
!”
"Cancel is indeed impossible... But what if it is an increase? It should be a no-problem thing to increase from Lord to Baron, right?"
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