"Lord Giles, it seems that my trust is not worth a penny to you." DeWitt said with a frosty look on his face, "Now that assassins can sneak into the castle, is it time to assassinate the lord next?"
Ronald listened as the minor lord of Knight's Bay berated his subordinates. The person in charge of guarding the castle should have been his guard captain, the stern-faced night elf, but Giles Arnard was ordered to receive the tower messenger, so he became the scapegoat. It's interesting to say that a small mortal castle actually houses the night elves and vampires, the mortal enemies at the same time. It seems that the peace here will not last long.
Sure enough, Giles retorted: "This is not my trouble, lord count. There are hundreds of castle guards, guarding the city gates day and night; all the bandits running in the middle of the strait sank to the bottom of the water, which is undoubtedly the credit of Sir Laurent. But No matter knight or sailor, no one in Tide Sound Castle needs to listen to my orders."
"It's my responsibility," the night elf said. His reaction made the lion unsure. This child seemed to be simple-minded and couldn't even figure out the lord's intentions... If he was alone, even a mysterious creature with a high level would not be able to deal with Giles. His name was Dalton Shadowfang, and Ronald knew that hellish place, barren of grass, covered with lizards, and a twisted and crazy tribe of purple elves. Sometimes he really wonders that a high-level night elf would actually assist a half-murloc. Of course, the mortal kingdom is not a mysterious realm after all, so maybe his strangeness is strange.
The lord glared reproachfully at his captain of the guard, but not because of the assassin. "Shut up, you idiot." He turned to the Bay Master, "That nightingale didn't fly in from outside the wall, she was originally a maid of the castle. It can be seen that last night's assassination had nothing to do with Dalton. Lord Arnold , do you deny that you personally select all the maids who serve His Excellency the Messenger?"
Giles's expression was even uglier than when Ronald left the banquet: "No, sir. I do my best and only hope that the two noble sires will receive the best welcome and living care."
"And you let in a nightingale?"
"Three generations of Nanna's family have served the lord at Tide Sound Castle. Her mother was a cook, her father was a groom, and her grandfather died in the hands of pirates while purchasing fruits and vegetables for the castle. Lord Earl, I can't think of any reason for her to betray us."
"Maybe this is not what she wanted to do." A pleasant female voice said. Helen, the witch of fate, stood in front of the door, and the guards neither stopped nor reported her. The Bay Lord's face didn't look very good either. Mortals have terrible prejudices, but Ronald felt that his dissatisfaction should be directed at the current situation - he was almost putting the blame on the vampire's head, but Helen ruined his good deeds.
Giles immediately grasped this conclusion: "Yes, someone must have manipulated her. Nanna is a mortal, and she has no resistance to magic."
"I have ordered Sir Laurent to go to Beacon Town to ask the priest for arbitration." the count said coldly.
"Why bother looking far away? We have the messenger of destiny here."
"The Messenger of Destiny is not here to make excuses for your dereliction of duty," Dalton said. The captain of the guard seemed annoyed that Helen had been dragged into a mortal argument.
That's right. Ronald loosened his collar and put down his wine glass. It's my turn to take a stand. "I don't care what the purpose of this little beauty is. In fact, her little trick just added a little fun to my bedtime exercise last night." As soon as this was said, everyone's expressions became weird.
The Witch of Destiny could say no more. She took a deep breath, and the gems in front of her eyes shook. "For Otto's sake, Uncle Ronald, please come outside and talk to me. I'm here to find you. The Earl will take care of the nightingale's problem."
He regretted that he could no longer admire these people's expressions. Lions are not ashamed of their desires, but humans always pretend to be reserved. But there wasn't a complete human in the room right now, and Ronald had nothing to see. They left the mortals behind and entered the castle balcony where the waves roared.
"Helen, did I disturb your rest?"
"You were making a lot of noise," said the witch. "Based on the noise and the change of position of the cry, I could tell that you twisted off her dagger and then dragged the poor girl to bed. She must have passed out until the early hours of the morning. It was time to wake up. Then you tied her to the right side of the window and hung her naked until the sun rose."
"I always treat assassins like this. Did you stay up all night? How do you know better than me?"
"Because my room is on your right. She accidentally hung her hair on the rope hook and whined endlessly about it. Enough, I'm not here to discuss bed partners with you. Nightingale is still a maid as you like, but it's true that she It's the latter. That's witchcraft."
"Witchcraft doll?" The lion didn't feel so wonderful anymore. He remembered what happened in the White Tower of Iron Claw City. Could it be that I have an enmity with the wizard?
"It's black witchcraft." Helen said, "Witchcraft that has not been recorded." She gently rubbed the ring, "Ussie Gerson did not find any relevant information in the database."
"It's not like dark wizards are everywhere." The lion was reluctant to admit, "You may have got the wrong ring. Compared with the other Geshen, your gadget is just an idiot." He fiddled with his ring finger. . Unlike the White Envoy, Ronald rarely relies on the assistance of mysterious items. He is an envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but he does not have the responsibility of guarding the tower and its subjects like the commander, so he does not need to cover everything. The Ring of Night Whispers was of little help.
"No woman likes to hear the truth, Uncle Ronald." The witch admitted that this was the truth. "Something happened in the maintenance department, and there is nothing we can do about it. Since black magic..."
He waved her off. "Mann found the record in the database."
"It was probably updated in the early hours of the morning. What a coincidence." When she said the word coincidence, the gem in front of the witch Helen's eyes flashed. She didn't believe in any coincidences. Ronald knew that in the eyes of the Harp Witch, fate was a river arranged by Otto, which was neither reversible nor redeemable. "Who wrote it down?"
"The White Envoy," said the Lion. "He encountered a large number of witchcraft puppets in San Carlos, and the rebel leader could control them. He was convinced that this magic originated from the "Horn of the Sleeper" of the Necromancer, but after a mess of weakening and copying, it had long been changed beyond recognition; Since corpse eaters are evil creatures on the opposite side of order, tamperers retain the life characteristics of the manipulated person and instead affect the fire. Use runes as a means of controlling mystery. If this was not done by a dark wizard, I would go to the church. Go and live for a hundred years.”
Except for the first sentence, the witch seemed to ignore his curse. Her fingers touched her waist, where a transparent round crystal originally hung. While searching for Rama in the White Tower, it was shattered by the power of the Blood Prophecy. Ronald the Lion could understand what she was thinking just by looking at her movements. "You think this is part of the prophecy?"
"Think about it." Helen, the witch of destiny, said in a hoarse voice, "If I hadn't asked Ussie, I wouldn't have discovered this morning that the assassin was a creation of black witchcraft. It's just a rare witchcraft... Dark wizards are not everywhere. Yes, but it is not difficult to find wizards of the Eastman School nowadays. You will doubt the Silent School, and even if you don't think so, I will remind you."
"They should be blamed. The Silent School sent so many wizards to our country, and the tower should regard it as an invasion."
"The Eastman royal family believes in Gaia, what excuse does the tower have to stop it?" She shook her head, "We were wrong from the beginning. We rejected the Glorious Council, we don't need a land kingdom." Suddenly she paused. After a pause, "I'm afraid my attitude is also what they expected. I'm sorry, Uncle Ronald."
Even if she becomes a void, she is still the little girl who cried because of her father's death. Ronald thought pityingly. His emotions must have been so undisguised that they caught her eye. The witch turned immediately.
"I never object to the Lord Saint's decision." Ronald knew that he could not comfort her, so he changed the subject: "I'm glad you can put aside your personal emotions for the time being. Eastman allowed the wizard to enter the country, and the commander will definitely not sit idly by. . It’s just that he just finished dealing with the problem in San Carlos and didn’t have time to come back, so some guys took advantage of it.”
To provoke a war between the tower and the wizard, this level is simply not enough. Although Otto predicted that Eastman would shed a river of blood, there was no limit at the moment. As for the assassin, what a beautiful little thing, Ronald happily accepted it and enjoyed it.
"Is your injury healed?"
Helen relaxed her arms. "It's almost no problem."
That's good. "Since you think that the girl acted as an assassin out of provocation, then I will go to Iron Claw City." Ronaid told her his plan, "I will ask Shania Ravenas face to face about the black Things about witchcraft and assassins. It is said that she has become a law wizard in recent years, so she might like this old guy like me. And Roma, I hope I can meet her on the road."
The witch thought for a moment and said, "Let's do it this way. It's best to use a ladder to get around. Well, you may need to go to the shuttle station a few times. As far as I know, Eastman's ladder can't go this far in one go." She lowered her head Voice, "Please be careful, Uncle Ronald. I've seen too much blood lately."
"It won't be mine, right?"
"of course not."
So he left Tidal Sound Castle, before the priest's arbitration against Nanna came. Whether her assassination was voluntary or not, it had nothing to do with Ronald. He was completely indifferent not just to the assassination, but to sleeping, kissing, hugging and punishing. To be honest, he has tasted a lot of this kind of stuff, and there is nothing new. If his bed partner last night was not really fragile, he would not even touch her. But the witch decided to keep her with her to observe the changes in the effects of black magic.
Ronald hoped that her injuries had healed to the point where she could protect herself, as she said, otherwise her father's tragedy would happen again to her. Helen was not a military mystic from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He thought to himself that the Lord Saint was right to let her become the Witch of Harp. What about Roma? This kid is desperate to get into a fight she doesn't understand, and I'm sitting back and watching. May Heather and Otto bless her, even if praying makes me weak.
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