Just when the investigation team in another world was deep in fear, a small banquet was being held in the corner of the city in the imperial capital.
Because it is surrounded by three rocky mountains, the imperial capital is also called the city of three mountains. The three mountains with countless spells attached are a stronger defense than any city wall. In addition, at the top of these three mountains , each also has a magic fortress armed to the teeth as the last line of defense. These fortresses are equipped with sun-fire magic cannons that can kill a giant dragon with one blow. Its power can even completely evaporate rivers and turn hills into mountains with one blow. Make flat ground.
In the east of the imperial capital, outside the splendidly decorated and crystal-decorated Earl Moros's mansion, five carriages with different appearances were being pulled by the grooms to the courtyard stables aside, but the owners who had been sitting on them had already entered. In the mansion.
The hall was extremely luxuriously decorated. Although this private banquet was small in scale, both the surrounding layout and the attire of the service staff were very formal. Not only that, there were many elegant attendants in formal dresses at the banquet, who were responsible for guiding those who attended the banquet. The real big shots serve them. In addition, they are also responsible for the safety of the big shots. They can be regarded as another type of personal guard.
"I heard that you are currently investigating the dragon slayer in the North."
In the corridor leading to the banquet hall, an old man dressed in rich clothes and with two huge emerald rings on his hands walked slowly and said calmly to a middle-aged man beside him: "Moros, I Is that right? You have been very enthusiastic about the news about Earl Hantie recently."
"Yes, that's right."
His heart trembled, but his expression remained unchanged. The owner of this place, a middle-aged nobleman named Moros, shrugged and pretended to be relaxed and said to the old man in front of him: "After all, he has become so famous recently, everyone will want to know more about it, I believe I am definitely not the only one investigating him, Marquis Steinar, don’t tell me you haven’t investigated him.”
"Hahaha, with such a famous figure, who can resist curiosity? And if that's the case, that's great."
The old man named Steinar chuckled and started walking again. Then he said with some meaning: "But you may not know that this dragon slayer is very close to Nostradamus, and that The magic academy opened by the old man is in Moldavia, and the Duke means to adopt a wait-and-see attitude... Of course, it's okay if you want to do some business."
The old man chuckled, but there was no smile on his expression: "After all, I also want to buy some white dragon materials. You know, real dragon bones are hard to come by these days. I want to make a set of armor for my grandson. , maybe I need your help to introduce it."
"...You overestimate me. I have nothing to do with the Radcliffe family. If you want to buy the keel, you can contact him yourself."
"Oh, is it so?"
The old man didn't seem to believe what Moros said. He said softly: "But the Duke doesn't think so... Moros, your recent actions are so obvious that it's hard for people to ignore them. Are you sure it doesn't matter?" ?”
If you are old and immortal, you know how to use the duke to suppress me. If I say it doesn't matter, will you still believe me? !
Cursing secretly in his heart, Moros was not stupid. He knew that this was because the imperial aristocracy headed by the two dukes now had a suspicion about him, and Count Steinar was one of those people who took advantage of this opportunity. A small private party, the man sent to knock him out.
After all, his reputation is not good. He is a well-known merchant noble in the empire. As long as there is business, he will do it, regardless of whether the other party is from his own camp. Some people even suspect that he has connections with foreign forces and even creatures of other races. He has a close connection, but no one has caught any evidence for so many years. But no matter what, in the eyes of everyone, including the forces on the same side, he really has nothing to do with his good reputation.
But this time, everyone who doubted Moros guessed wrong—he was observing Joshua simply because of a guilty conscience.
After all, the two demon-blood dragons that assassinated Joshua came from him.
Even after all clues and information about him were erased, and the dragon slayer from the North didn't seem too suspicious, Moros still felt a little uneasy, which made him unable to help but keep searching. There was information about Joshua that seemed to be the only way to reassure him, but it turned out to be misunderstood.
"Steinar, Your Majesty the Duke...what exactly do you mean? The relationship between the two of us does not allow you to hide even this."
When he arrived at the door of the banquet hall, he could already hear other nobles greeting each other and taking pictures of each other. Count Moros stopped. He bent slightly and said to the old man in front of him in a low and serious voice: "No need to beat around the bush, I still want to say hello." I won’t be frightened by your plan.”
Could this group of people really want to take action against that guy from the North? They wouldn't be so idle, right? That is a high-ranking gold man. Does the Duke really think that he is His Majesty the Emperor
"There is no plan. You are worrying too much. As for Joshua..."
Being asked by his acquaintance, Steinar had to show some sincerity. His eyes narrowed to a slit and he said lightly: "He is too popular, and as a former aristocrat, he has fallen so quickly. The royal family - no matter what, you have to pay a price. The Duke once helped his father when he was in trouble. Although he may not know this, no matter what, it is a betrayal. "
"We're just getting back what we've given."
He said it so righteously, but it turned out that it was not the same thing. These old nobles were really too decadent.
Moros shook his head slightly. His expression remained unchanged, but a trace of disdain flashed in his heart: Moreover, when it comes to revenge, you are still a step too late.
This great nobleman who was famous for his broad connections couldn't help but recall that not long ago, when he last contacted those huge monsters with long horns and wings, the other party was hidden under the calm appearance, as angry as lava.
A dragon lair, two powerful alien dragons, those flying monsters would not willingly suffer such heavy losses.
—Far south, on an unknown island, under a deep cave.
"Did you get his blood?"
"got it."
In the dark, dark rock hall filled with chaos and darkness, low voices were echoing continuously.
This hall is more than a hundred meters long on a side and is square in shape. It is surrounded by all kinds of weird and twisted decorations and statues. The floor tiles are also carved with ugly reliefs and blasphemous runes. Eight huge stone pillars support the hall. There are also lines on the vault that seem to be drawn by dried blood. They use the stone pillars as base points to form a huge magic circle.
And at the core of this magic circle, in the center of this hall, there is an obsidian altar suspended in mid-air, and two huge figures stand next to the altar, whispering and talking in a weird language.
"This is the armor he once used in the army. It is soaked with his blood and the blood of those orcs. It took a lot of effort to get this armor."
The rich voice said.
"Would it be a mistake to target the wrong target?"
A deep voice said.
"Then only if these orcs are still alive. Although we hate that guy, we must admit his strength... Okay, let's start the ceremony."
"Ha ha."
And the deep voice laughed: "This is a curse that uses the power of the true god. No one in the mortal world can resist it."
The rich voice was full of disdain and anger: "We must let those dragon slayers know that killing our kind requires paying the price of life and everything."
Along with their words, a set of broken armor covered with black blood scabs suddenly appeared in the center of the obsidian altar. Countless tentacles composed of dark mist stretched out from the altar, and then climbed on top of the armor. , with the trembling of the tentacles, black and red vein-like lines appeared in the altar, and the turbid red light flourished. The blood array on the vault also pulsated with the magic power, breathing out the breath of chaos like a living creature. .
And in the far north.
A tall warrior with black hair and red eyes was walking on the road to the imperial capital with his own weapon.
I went back to my country... I had a bowl of noodles from my hometown, it was delicious.
The first thing I did when I got off the plane was to code, and I finished it while half asleep and half awake... Why don't you vote for recommendations and monthly tickets for me~
(End of chapter)