It's one o'clock in the morning.
Peter, Harry, and Frey gathered around the charcoal fire and sat in the snow.
"Can you contact your count now?"
Peter took a sip of tea and asked Frey.
The old man's gray but meticulously combed silver hair was stained with snow, and he shook his head with gloomy eyes.
"The Earl should be resting in the town of Maghe now, but she has the habit of getting up early and will set off at seven o'clock at the latest tomorrow morning."
Magher Town is the closest town to Aknaiz City, located between Aknaiz and Pi City. When Peter was hiking from the Giant Forest, he also passed through Maghe Town and rested for one night in that farming town with a population of several thousand.
The carriage driver had been sent out urgently by Frey to send an alarm to the telegraph office in Major Town, but Frey had no hope. The telegraph office usually only opened at nine o'clock, and by the time the telegram was received, the earl would have long gone. .
Although there are telephones powered by magic energy in this world, there are very few cross-city communication lines. Such lines are usually used for military purposes. The fastest way to communicate across cities is the telegraph.
Peter extremely suspected that these things were also invented by fellow villagers, because they clearly used magic energy, but their names contained "electricity".
By the way, let me ask for my friend.
We already have telephones and telegraphs, but when was the electric Holy Grail invented?
Of course, in addition to these technological approaches, there are also magical means.
However, magic that can communicate with each other over long distances often requires both parties to hold the same props, and the casting cost is high.
The Earl naturally has this kind of communication magic tool, but he didn't prepare it for Frey.
After all, he just returned to his hometown to repair a house. Who would have thought that there would be risks?
"That means you can't contact him now?"
"...There is little hope." Frey sighed.
"Harry, do you know any high-level sound transmission magic? For example, a World Channel speaker or something like that. Just shout at Count CPDD and run away."
Harry asked proudly: "Are you doubting my loyalty to defensive magic?"
"Pretend I didn't ask."
Peter raised his forehead and said, "That means we are the only ones left to save him now?"
"If Albert is determined to intercept the earl, the city's communication methods and government officials may not be reliable... Maybe the mayor can, but he has to report his work in the royal capital. Damn it, Albert is Forget it!"
Frey's expression became more and more solemn.
Although Ron's nobles have fiefdoms, they have no actual jurisdiction. The top leaders of each city are served by mayors appointed by the king. Twenty years after the Earl left, the only person in the city who could help him and restrain the Marquis of Wyndham was the mayor. However, the mayors of all cities must return to the capital at the end of the year to report their work to the king. When the mayor is absent, Marquis Wyndham, the lord of the inner city, can cover the sky with one hand.
"Mr. Harry, Mr. Peter, if the worst happens... I have to ask you."
Frey stood up, bowed deeply to the two of them, and begged:
"You two can make any conditions you want. As long as we can rescue the count back to the city... I can promise you on behalf of her."
To be honest, Frey didn't want to pin his hopes of saving lives on two people he had just met.
But he believed Harry.
He believed in the students taught by the school that had used magic to change the world.
Harry and Peter looked at each other.
"We want to know, why did the Marquis attack the Earl?"
When Frey heard this question, his eyes were blank.
The Wyndham and Cavendish families have never had an enmity for hundreds of years. Going forward, there have even been several marriages. The contemporary Marquess of Wyndham and the Earl of Cavendish are distant relatives. Lei didn't know what kind of madness he had.
"This... may have to wait for further investigation."
Frey said sternly: "Don't worry, as long as the earl returns home, no matter what Albert wants to do, he will not be able to succeed. When His Majesty knows about this, Albert...he will not escape death." "
"real or fake?"
Peter wonders whether your earl can be greater than a marquis?
"The Earl's position in Your Majesty's heart is far more important than this Marquis who is eating, drinking and waiting to die." Frey smiled confidently, "Whatever you want, just ask. As long as you can save the Earl, money, power, or real estate? I'll give you a gift. It’s not a bad idea to buy a villa in the hills of Houhai.”
"Now that you say so." Peter raised his eyebrows. He knew that if he didn't mention anything, Frey would be uneasy. "I hope to get the introduction and help of your earl from the royal family of Philip."
Frey was stunned, not expecting Harry to mention this.
"That's... of course. I just don't know which member of the Philippian royal family you want to meet?"
"No. I want to find something in King Philippe, and I may need help from the royal family."
Frey nodded immediately, this is easy!
"Don't worry, my count still has some respect. You will be treated as a foreign guest in King Philippe, I guarantee you."
Harry thought for a while: "Then I will choose ten items from the count's collection. Of course, I will only take materials related to magic."
"This..." Frey hesitated for less than a second, "No problem."
"Okay, without further ado," Peter drank the tea in one gulp, "it's time to discuss the action plan."
He asked Frey:
"Does your earl have bodyguards with you?"
"Of course there is. There are five guards whose strength is equivalent to platinum-level adventurers, and there is also a master sent by the Eastern Kingdom royal family. I don't know much about his strength... but I guess he will not be weaker than the guards."
"What about the rest?"
"There are twelve people in total including maids, nannies, and handymen."
"Very good, this is very noble." Peter praised.
In other words, at least six platinum-level guards...
Harry thought for a moment.
"If you want to solve this lineup, you need at least two... No, he doesn't dare to survive. You need at least three high-ranking powerful people, and they have to cooperate with magic."
"They have wizards." Peter calculated, "It's okay, we have Galen."
"That means we are two against three?"
Harry didn't feel safe.
"Strictly speaking, we only need to hold out two on three until Galen takes care of the wizard."
"But in this case," Harry shook his head, "one person can hold you down while the other two go to kill the earl. We can't stop you."
"Who is Galen?" Frey, who was listening on the sidelines, asked doubtfully.
"Oh, it's the evil spirit who stole your wine and drank it. He was instigated by us to rebel."
Harry had already told Frey about Galen before. He understood it when he mentioned it and stood up immediately: "Is that Lord Knight resting in the oil painting? I'm going to cut out the eyes of the oil painting. .”
He did what he said and immediately ran towards the manor.
"OK, to be on the safe side, we need to find at least one more person... someone who can fight."
After Peter finished speaking, he looked at Harry: "Do you know any good brothers?"
"Where can I find help in Aknaiz...wait."
Harry's eyes lit up as he remembered three days ago.
"Do you think saving the earl is an act of justice?"
"Um...should it count?"
So Harry stood up, took out his wand, and pointed it towards the sky——
A huge shadow in the shape of a bat, set off by the light of magic, was imprinted on the clouds.
