"Elf? Demon? Northern Legend?"
Victor chewed these words repeatedly, and at this moment, he suddenly thought of the ancient books he had read in the Great Library of the Tower of Babel.
According to the records handed down from the ancient arcane empire, this so-called "northern legend" is true, not just a story out of nothing.
"After the'Emissary Mission' is over, I must suggest that the Magic Society send someone to the Northern Glacier to explore..."
Victor, who decided secretly in his heart, took a deep breath and expelled these messy thoughts from his mind.
Settling down, Victor considered what was happening now.
"... As long as you follow this northern caravan, you can go directly to the destination "Sennarborg"... This is a coincidence!"
"Huh! The air really got better... Mr. Victor!!"
The girl Cecilia poked her head out of the window of the big carriage, and called out in a crisp voice: "Mr. Victor, I have some questions about mathematics and science that I want to ask you..."
"It seems that during this journey, I won't stop!"
Victor touched his nose with some annoyance, and rode his horse to the side of the carriage to answer questions for the curious eldest lady.
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"Praise you, Lord Earl!"
"Good day, Lord Earl!"
"..."
The farmers who were working in the fields bowed their heads, bent over, and greeted their lord with a respectful and submissive look.
Ignoring these humble farmers, Lord Rodney, who was holding a riding whip in his hand and dressed in gorgeous clothes, led several knights, riding a sweaty BMW peculiar to the north, and hurried across the path of the manor, and hurried to Barbat. Le Kingdom’s capital city "Saint Naples".
Along the avenue, Lord Rodney riding a tall horse and his guards passed the carriages and the pedestrians walking on the road.
Along the way, people evaded early, and no one dared to hinder the advance of the count. Even when entering the gate of Sainte-Naubourg, the guards guarding the gate did not dare to intercept and check! This made Count Rodney feel exceptionally satisfied, what else could compare to the glory and authority of the nobles
Sorry!
Before a villa, Lord Rodney pulled the reins, and the sweaty BMW stood up, and the knights who followed him also stopped the horse with similar movements.
"Good day, Lord Earl, may my god bring you health, glory and joy."
At the door of the villa, there were already a few noble-dressed people waiting respectfully for the earl's arrival.
"You have worked hard!" The Earl Rodney, who turned over and dismounted, nodded slightly, "My God bestows you happiness, quiet and health."
"This is our honor!"
Several knights bowed and answered, leading him to the inside of the villa.
The cool breeze mixed with the soft sunlight, blowing into the living room from the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows, the bright lights and candles dyed the whole villa hall with a bright brilliance.
The sky blue tablecloth is spread on the long table in the middle of the hall.
Fuchsia wine, emerald green cardamom and cabbage, veal ribs drizzled with hot sauce, white bread exuding milk flavor... The waiters put these exquisite foods on one end of the table, put the tableware and seasoning Pin and the jug quickly left the room.
At this time, there were already many nobles holding wine glasses, gathering in twos and threes to talk.
"Good day! Lord Earl!" All the nobles paid tribute to Lord Rodney as soon as he entered the hall.
"Everyone, please feel free!"
With a wave of his right hand, the earl gestured to the aristocrats he had convened and were more closely related.
"The taste of power... as good as always!"
After handing the whip in his hand to the accompanying knight, Earl Rodney is ready to host the party. However, at this moment, the guard of the villa brought in a priest in a simple gray robe.
"Master Earl!"
The young low-ranking priest nodded arrogantly, and said blankly to Lord Rodney: "My lord, please go to the temple."
The uninvited priests quieted the nobles present, and no one felt wrong about his rudeness. This is the power of the Eternal Temple.
"Excuse me, is there anything important, the Bishop?"
Although Lord Rodney was annoyed in his heart, he didn't reveal it at all on the surface.
"I'll know when I go... Also, please move faster! My God is eternal!!"
After speaking, the young priest turned and left, completely disregarding the count's face.
When the priest left, Lord Rodney glanced at the nobles present and saw that they were all taken for granted, which gave the earl a bleak feeling in his heart.
"When did it start?"
As a high-ranking knight, Lord Rodney clenched his fist secretly, "When did the northern nobles who were trusted by the temple give up their pride? They gave up their honor? When did Wu Yong start The northern nobles have become the lackeys of the temple? Have they become dispensable?"
"My God is eternal..."
The earl bowed his eyes in a low prayer, and tolerated the anger in his heart.
What can I do if I can't bear it? Direct confrontation with the temple? Thinking of the huge number of priests in the Temple of Eternity, Earl Rodney became more stamina.
"... It can't go on like this anymore! If we continue in the current form, it won't take many years before the northern nobles will be completely lost..."
With mixed thoughts, Earl Rodney drove slowly to the temple area in the middle of the city in the family carriage.
When the earl got out of the carriage and walked towards the temple, the clear sky suddenly became dark and gloomy, just like the earl’s mood at this moment.
"Rumble..."
Along with the sudden gust of wind and the roar of thunder, the silver-white electric snake was winding in the clouds.
Looking up at the sky, Earl Rodney entered the gate of the temple blankly.
"Good day! Honorable bishop, my god is eternal!"
The earl politely said to the cardinal in front of him, at this time, he had completely hidden the dissatisfaction in his heart.
Since Sainte-Neuburg is one of the core cities in the north, the host of this temple sub-temple is a high-ranking priest and a preparatory cardinal.
The preparation cardinal Albas nodded and said: "It's nice to see your devotion to my god!"
"Master Bishop, I wonder if you have anything important to ask me?"
Lord Rodney asked with a smile after a simple prayer.
"According to the papal hall, the attacks on Carter and Meturiceland by the'evil heresy' have caused turbulence in the situation in the north in the recent period!"
"... Therefore, I hope you can devote more energy to maintaining the stability of Saint-Neubourg!"
"it is my responsibility!"
Lord Rodney answered respectfully, and then he waited for the bishop to discuss more important matters with him.
"Very good!" Olbas said kindly, "In that case, you can go back and make arrangements, count."
"Huh? Master Bishop, don't you still have important things looking for me?" the count asked in surprise.
Albas cast a glance at Earl Rodney, and faintly replied, "What? Isn't this important?"
"hateful!"
The anger in Rodney's heart was instantly ignited, "For such a small matter, just send someone to notify me! It's horrible to call me to come and go...it's horrible!!"
"Do you think this matter is not important enough, count?"
The smile on the cardinal's face gradually disappeared, and his eyes fixed on Lord Rodney.
"Please forgive my eagerness! Since the Bishop has nothing else to do, I will arrange related matters immediately after I go back."
"Humph!"
As Lord Rodney left, he clearly heard a cold snort of disdain from Albas' nose.
"Damn it! The temple has completely regarded us northern nobles as running dogs... Is this the true status of the nobles?"
The earl's eyes were deep, and the anger in his heart was unstoppable, and it was difficult to calm down for a long time.
"The messenger of the Magic Society should be on the way... You must not let this opportunity go!"
Lord Rodney watched the torrential rain outside the carriage, his eyes flickering, and he was lost in thought.