In the west corner of the Viscount's Palace, there is a uniquely decorated church.
The reason for the strangeness is not only because on the surface of this church-style building, there is a statue of a terrifying angel with a green face and fangs and wings on its back every few meters.
It's not just that the entire building has no windows, but is instead filled with fist-sized black holes.
It's not even because not only are servants not allowed to come near, but some servants who have made mistakes will be sent here.
The most peculiar part is.
The hostess of the Viscount House, a Viscountess who is rumored to be sixty years old, but no matter how you look at it, is just a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl, lives in this strange and peculiar church.
In fact, there are some rumors that Viscount Cory has never stayed here.
No one who had seen the Viscountess would believe such rumors.
After all, who doesn’t know. Viscount Corey, who is already in his seventies but looks only in his forties, likes girls of this age the most?
Moreover, Viscount Corey would often bring various valuable items and deliver them personally to this strange-style building, even staying there for several hours.
Just like today.
When Viscount Corey received three strange pieces of amber, he immediately led his servants and sent one of them to the church, and did not come out until evening.
When I came out, I was wet, but my whole body was in high spirits, and I looked several years younger.
Viscount Corey, who had white temples, had a smug smile on his lips. He turned to look at the waiting butler and ordered: "As a rule, let's have three today."
The butler bowed slightly and replied seriously: "Master, there are still guests waiting. You may need to receive them in person."
"Guests who need me to meet in person?"
Viscount Corey looked up at the twinkling stars in the sky and frowned displeased: "Are they those chambers of commerce that don't know what they are called again? Are they still not honest?"
"Don't they understand that the so-called wealth is based on rules and is used as a proxy for trading and circulation, but rules lie in power!"
"If you have enough power, you can just take a piece of paper and say that this thing is a gold coin and you can trade it, so what? How dare others not accept it?"
"Although I don't have that level of power, what I say here are the rules!"
The butler listened quietly while maintaining a respectful attitude. After waiting for a while and confirming that Viscount Corey had no follow-up words, he explained: "He is a wizard."
"wizard?"
Viscount Corey put away his arrogant attitude, "What wizard?"
"The wizard of the Llanelli family." The butler's attitude was still respectful.
"Family? Not a wizard from the kingdom?" Viscount Corey asked in confirmation.
The butler nodded meekly: "Yes, it is the Llanelli family, not the Llanelli kingdom."
"Quick! Please!" Before he could finish his words, Viscount Cory glanced at his wet clothes, suddenly realized, and quickly changed his words: "You can receive the reception for me first, summon the singers and dancers, make all the wine and food arrangements, and I'll change them. Come over as soon as you get your clothes."
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"I have arranged those things a long time ago. It's just that the wizard is impatient to wait, so he asked me to urge you. I have already brought the clothes, including the clothes. Do you think... do you want to change them here?"
The butler's suggestion was very inconsistent with aristocratic etiquette, but it was praised by Viscount Corey.
"Well done! Change it for me right now!"
The maids who had been prepared wiped Viscount Corey's body at a speed that was not too slow and put on a set of decent clothes.
The maids took the wet and sticky clothes and left respectfully. The butler followed Viscount Cory to the living room. On the way, he asked softly: "Master, Madam didn't blame you, did she?"
"Blame it? Because of Edmund Thomas' arrogance?" Viscount Corey kept walking and shook his head. "They just want to use this matter to get more benefits from me."
"For example... get a fiefdom from me like the one of their kind who died in the San Fernando Empire."
"That's impossible!" The housekeeper subconsciously refused.
Viscount Corey nodded approvingly: "Of course this is impossible. I even kicked out my adult sons. So many knights have not been enfeoffed. Why do they dare to make this request!"
The housekeeper subconsciously looked around and felt that this place was still too close to the weird church. He quickly spoke up and said, "Master, their request is not allowed by the kingdom, and it is impossible for them to communicate with the real master of the kingdom, Llanelli. Family wizards versus wizards.”
Hearing these mature words, Viscount Corey was shocked. He knew that he had made the mistake of being arrogant again, and quickly changed his tone:
"Indeed! The real owners here are the Llanelli family after all, and we are just the shepherds of the Llanelli family. This kind of introduction of outsiders does not get the permission of the real owner. How can we shepherds dare to make the decision? Woolen cloth?"
"Go quickly, go quickly, don't keep the wizards of the Llanelli family waiting."
The two left quickly.
All that was left was a strange, silent church.
One after another, pure white angel statues with ferocious appearances looked like evil ghosts in the dim starlight, staring at their backs vaguely.
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"Yaro, how are we going to find those lost elves?"
The girl asked in a low voice, her voice trembling a little, as if she was afraid of this strange environment.
"Let's go to the Viscount's Mansion and ask directly from Viscount Corey." Stepping on the slippery ground, Yaro held the girl's hand and walked confidently through the dark alley.
Strange noises came from time to time in the alleyway, and I didn't know if they were giant rats or some skinny children.
However, these creatures hiding in the darkness wisely remained silent after noticing Yaro's burly body.
With just one glance, they were able to recognize that this man was wearing a full-body battle armor—anyone with a little bit of vision would have been dead long ago, but he still survived to this day.
"You want it directly?" Bai Lu's voice was slightly louder, which alerted the soldiers patrolling the main street.
"Please be quiet. If you make any more noise, I will bury you all!" The soldier glanced at the dark alley, hesitated for a moment, and walked away cursing.
Everyone is afraid of dark places, and since they didn't continue to make obvious noises and there were no forced instructions from their superiors, they didn't bother to investigate.
After the patrolling soldiers left, Yaro lowered his voice and led the white deer while walking: "That's right! The only thing we know is that those elves will be given to Viscount Corey, plus There is no time delay, so this may be our only option.”
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