Peter and others were not the only ones who stayed up late at night.
The falling snow showed no sign of stopping. Instead, it fell heavier and heavier. The white snow almost covered the sky. The wind gradually rose from the dark sea, and there were faint signs of a blizzard.
Aknaiz, the inner city, the highest point of the city, is brightly lit.
An ancient stone brick fortress is built on the top of this mountain city. Different from the luxurious scenery of the Earl's Manor, this fortress looks very simple, with no fancy decorations, but it has the entire city's skyline under its feet.
This castle symbolizes the history and honor of Aknaiz and was once the residence of the Second Hero.
The current owner of the castle is none other than the most powerful man in Aknaiz, the Lord of the Queens District of the Inner City—Marquis Albert Wyndham.
The Marquis is 112 years old this year. He is leaning on a sofa covered with bearskin, his long silver hair hanging behind his burgundy nightgown, and his eyes are slightly narrowed. His face does not look old, and his skin is fair and delicate. If it weren't for the wrinkles and white hair at the corners of his eyes, he might be mistaken for a well-maintained middle-aged man.
The Marquis picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
Opposite the sofa, squatting was a rickety man with his face hidden under a black robe.
"The soul you gave me..."
In addition to the wine, there was a human skull covered with strange scarlet lines on the table.
"It seems like it's going to ruin my business."
The man in black robe laughed, the laughter was sharp and unpleasant.
"Jie Jie... If the Witch-Slaying Knight was a normal person, how could we capture him? It doesn't matter, his skull is enough. Necromantic Alchemy... Jie Jie, prepare the materials Ok?"
The count clapped his hands.
A middle-aged man who looked similar to him opened the door and walked into the room.
"grandfather."
"Have you selected the prisoner you were asked to choose for death?"
"Only 11 were found in prison."
The man in black robe screamed strangely and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, at least twenty people are needed. This is not enough for the necromantic alchemy -"
The earl commanded expressionlessly.
"Go to the outer city to catch some homeless people and make up for them."
"This..." the middle-aged man hesitated, "The police station has been keeping an eye on us recently. If Kenzie comes back and uses this incident to cause trouble..."
"Then do it more cleanly! Send another box of gold coins to that underfed black bear and ask him to clean up his tail. They are just adventurers, nothing more than worms in the city, and they have to thank you."
"......yes."
The old Marquis seemed to have remembered something, shaking his wine glass with a playful tone.
"I remember, a few days ago, was a magician we raised sent in by Batman?"
"Are you talking about Cheryl? The Magic Council's Ethics Review Department may already know about her. It may be troublesome to rescue her..."
"Why should we save her? Even if she is asked to do such a small thing, something will go wrong."
"You mean?"
"Let's bring her in too. After all, being taken away by the Magic Committee means there will be no return. It's better to create more value."
"Understood."
The middle-aged man bowed his head, saluted, turned and left.
The old marquis raised his head again and looked at the wizard who came from the northern continent.
"If your garbage hadn't gone wrong, I wouldn't have had to take such a risk and personally send someone to kill that brat... How are you going to compensate me for my losses?"
"Jiejie, you are all doing things for that adult, so what kind of loss is there?"
The black-robed wizard smiled like the villain of the Soul Palace.
"Once the kid dies, there will be no one to inherit the title. Doesn't Dawn Port belong to you completely? The share saved every year is enough for you to buy the lives of a thousand more magicians. How can there be any loss?"
The Marquis snorted coldly.
"Do you think I am doing it for that little trade profit? If that brat monopolizes the import and export of Eastern Kingdom's arms, once the Demon King dies, the situation in the entire Western Continent will be one-sided in favor of Philip. By then, you dense forest will still want to buy from the Western Continent To Two-Legged Sheep?”
"You said this just to prevent..."
"Stop chirping."
The Marquis stared at him with cold eyes.
"Tomorrow, no one of that brat and everyone around her can be left alive. Otherwise, His Majesty will investigate and we won't be able to get anything done."
"Don't worry, there is necromantic alchemy... how beautiful it is," the wizard gently stroked the skull. "As long as your people hold on until I cast the spell, everything will turn into a ghost realm."
The wizard took out a map, spread it on the table, and pointed to a place marked with a red circle.
"We laid an ambush here in advance. It's a deserted area of ten miles. She can't escape with her wings."
"Where is this place?"
"Marquis, this is the west of the grassland, under the valley."
"Hehe, hahahahahaha, hahahahahaha!"
"Marquis, why are you laughing?"
"I don't laugh at others. It's pointless to laugh at the Earl alone. Frey is so smart. What would happen if I knew in advance and ambushed an army here to turn you all over?"
"Um... I say that the Marquis is pleased with you."
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Inside Cavendish Manor.
Batman, Frey, Harry, Peter and Galen gathered together, and a map around the city was placed in front of them.
Peter pointed to a valley on the map.
"If I were the Marquis, 100%, I would ambush here."
Harry nodded: "I think so too."
Frey nodded: "I think so too."
Batman nodded: "I think so too."
Galen was happy. He was the only one in the group with war experience. He had to say something different to show his identity:
"Based on my experience as a knight leader in the Kingdom of Tingen..."
"What," Harry glanced at him, "do you have any ideas?"
"……No."
"Then it's over. We'll wait there. When they come over, we'll just fight back and encircle them. Is that reasonable?"
"Reasonable." Several people nodded.
It’s not that Peter is using the system to divine things again.
The main thing is the plain in front of Aknaiz and the sea in the back. The only way to get to Maghe Town is through this road.
This road is basically a plain. Only this place is a canyon that can hide people's eyes. If you want to intercept and kill the count and his party without alerting passers-by, this is the only place you can choose.
"Okay, we know that the count sets out at seven o'clock in the morning. The distance from Maghe Town to the canyon is 113 kilometers, and the carriage speed is 20 kilometers per hour. At what time will the count arrive at the canyon?"
Galen took a swig of wine and counted with his fingers.
"Seven past five?"
"No wonder you became a knight candidate at the age of ten. You haven't read any books."
Harry didn't want to hear the two interrupt him: "Including the rest time on the road, the earl will arrive at the latest."
"In other words, we need to be there before at least 11 noon."
Aknaiz is a full one hundred and fifty kilometers away from that canyon.
Frey nodded: "Without further ado, I'll go get ready."
The old man ran out quickly.
Galen put down the wine bottle and his eyes regained clarity.
"Hey, Harry."
"Uh...actually my name is Peter." Peter smiled awkwardly.
"I'm Harry." Harry added.
"...It doesn't matter. Don't forget what you promised me."
Peter nodded.
"I have asked the count's coachman to send a telegram to Letania. They will receive my message tomorrow morning at the latest."
"Thank you." Galen looked at him, "Are you really the fortune teller of the Royal Court of Leitania?"
"That's true. But some of them owe me a favor. It's not a big deal to help rescue your mother."
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Three o'clock in the morning.
The wind and snow were blowing wildly, and the temperature at the seaside was already close to minus 8 degrees Celsius.
Harry put on a thick cotton-padded jacket, and his armor was loaded onto the carriage.
Frey and his coachman drove two carriages one behind the other. The horses pulling the carriages were all Yakut horses with thick hair and strong physiques. These four extremely cold-resistant military horses had been fed with food and grass, and they rushed for two days. No problem for 100 kilometers.
Harry and Peter also received supplies, and the Earl's warehouse was wide open, so they could get whatever they wanted.
"Then, everyone, my earl will leave it to you."
Frey bowed deeply to the four of them.
"Avengers, assemble!" Galen howled.
"This is probably going to be a tough battle. Before everyone sets off, let's say some auspicious words to encourage each other."
Peter suggested.
"Then..." Frey responded first, "After this battle, I will return to Aknaiz to retire."
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Harry thought for a while: "When I come back, I must become the strongest defensive magician."
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Galen also said affectionately: "I will definitely be reunited with my mother!"
"???"
Batman, who has always been taciturn, saw what everyone was saying and said:
"Then, I hope that after rescuing the earl, all five of us can come back safely together."
After hearing this, Peter looked as if he was dead.
"Very good, very auspicious, very energetic."
Set off!
