"Your Highness, can you satisfy my curiosity? How can you meet the heir of the Lord of the Serth Castle?" His Majesty the King leaned to the side and leaned against Deli, who was sitting beside him, and asked softly in the prince's ear.

"Your Majesty, many people in your country do not want to see that the peace agreement between our country and you have signed. For safety reasons, I had to detour into Yilei and arrive at Nangang by boat. On the way to Fort Serth, we met this little heir and his companions by chance. That night, we were also attacked at the same time. I don't know whether the target of the attacker was us or the little heir. The battle was quite tragic. If it weren't for the attacker's dispersed power, I'm afraid that Your Majesty wouldn't have seen me here." Prince Henride replied softly.

"Oh, you are so modest. With a Paladin like Mr. Foster who is extremely powerful guarding you, and with the magician Og as your guard, the attacker cannot hurt you at all." The king said with a smile.

"The situation was quite critical at that time. We were able to escape safely was completely the result of the protection of the gods. If it were not for the boy and his men, we would probably not be able to escape from the Bart Forest without losses. The boy himself was an excellent magician. Master Og praised his future for being limitless, not to mention that there was a person with the same strength as Foster under his men. However, because it was late at night, the night made Foster unable to exert all his strength, but the other party was obviously a warrior who was used to the night. In the night, he seemed to be a demon god from the Nine Nether Abyss. If it were not for an old man in the other party's camp, he would have stopped Foster and that warrior, he would have died in the terrifying forest, and we would not have escaped the fatal attack of the warrior." Prince Henri said lightly.

Although his tone was plain, he thought for a long time before finally making up his mind to say this.

As expected, Francis XVI immediately turned extremely ugly when he heard this. His face, which was not a few traces of blood, seemed to be covered with a layer of gray. Since Rabel reported his amazing discovery, the king's Majesty has not felt safe for a day, and he always felt that there were assassins who wanted to take his life in the darkness and darkness. Although the palace magician Vach had already arranged several defensive magic around him, and the sacred amulets used to save their lives from the Archbishop were always hung close to his chest, all this did not make him feel at ease.

The Wizard Vach once promised to help him achieve his wish. The Wizard of the Perseus who presided over the hearing had the power to control the spirit of others. Although he could not instill loyalty and obedience into a person's mind, he could turn a knowledgeable and intelligent person into an idiot who knew nothing but eating and sleeping. At that time, everything could be blamed on the failure of magic. Because magicians were different from ordinary people, secular laws were completely invalid for them, and they were only under the jurisdiction of the Magic Association. The Chairman of the Magic Association was not a person who was willing to make things bigger, so naturally he would not punish the Wizard of the Perseus too much. In this way, everything was solved.

Let an idiot sit in the position of the Lord of the Castle of Seth, and the magic-proficient assassin disappears. Castle of Seth has their autonomy, and as long as they no longer touch their interests, they should not stand in an opposing camp. The stability of the Kingdom of Francis is crucial to them. A war-torn Francis may not bring them any benefits.

However, the situation has become completely different now. He is facing not only Serce Castle, but not only some profit-seeking merchants, but a group of hidden and unfathomable killer groups, magic-proficient assassins, assassins with Paladin power. Perhaps there are other unheard-of-heard assassins. Although he is unknown for some reason, Serce Castle is going to send a killer to act as the heir of the lord. It is obviously more appropriate to find a liar than to arrange such a powerful killer. However, for such an assassin who has spent a lot of effort and trained becomes an idiot for some reason, will the killer organization be angry and send a more terrifying killer to take his life? His Majesty the King has no confidence at all.

Maybe it's time to reconsider the countermeasures. Maybe it's still time to stop this hearing. Maybe it's the most appropriate choice to recognize Serthborg's power immediately and let the damn storm calm down. The king struggled in his heart. He never felt that it was so difficult to choose as he was now.

Just as he made up his mind to stop all this, he was shocked to find that the situation had changed unexpectedly. It was too late to stop it.

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Like His Majesty the King, at the beginning of the hearing, Ribo's attention was not focused on the magician who presided over the meeting. He was more concerned about when Brother Far and Ying would send the ring to him. In addition, Ribo also tried his best to find his familiar face from those attending the hearing.

Eckert and Miss Lanty were obviously excluded from the hearing, so far that they could see their carriage parked at the other end of the square, but they were too far away to see who was sitting in the carriage. Will Frera be inside? Are Fanny and Listen also on the carriage? Are their hearts full of anxiety? How sad would they be if the hearing finally made a judgment against them? All this worried Ruibo.

At this point, he no longer cared about his personal safety. He had already figured it out when he was in Lombardy Prison.

Be able to meet extraordinary people like Mr. Hyde, Eckert and Kelle; be able to meet Mr. Masque and be lucky to be his disciple; be able to have such a wonderful memory with Miss Lanty, Miss Fanny and Miss Listing; be able to meet Miss Frera, who was a child in her heart again, and make her the most important part of her life. Being able to have all this, everything else has become no longer important. I am no longer the clerk of Nangang,

It was not a little liar who pretended to be Rebbot Byndis. When he came out of Lombardy Prison, he seemed to have been transformed. This quiet and uninterrupted imprisonment life gave him time to think about the problems and re-clutter the memories in his mind. Rebbot even felt that the souls of the sages who had lived in Lombardy Prison for hundreds of years seemed to have been wandering there. They guarded this "team of thought" and gave enlightenment to later generations.

The moment he walked out of the Lombardy prison, he seemed to have truly known his identity. He was Rebau Byndis, the heir of the lord of Thursburg. Although his bloodline had no connection with the Medin family, he was a real Nangang native. Nangang belonged to the Nangang native, and it did not belong to His Majesty the King, nor did it belong to the Medin family. It was his duty to protect the land that gave birth to him and raise him. With such belief, Rebau no longer had any fear. He was waiting, waiting for Brother Faying to bring the ring to him.

Just as Rebe was waiting anxiously, the Poseus magician had finished his routine opening remark. Poseus magician was obviously not a person who was good at speaking, and he just wanted to solve the matter as soon as possible.

As long as he turns the lord heir of Serth Castle into an idiot, he can get the "Beast Spirit Book" he dreams of from Vach. The legendary "Beast Spirit Book" records the essence of ancient summoning magic. If he can study this book thoroughly, he will definitely go to the next level and become another respected magician.

The magician Perseus was very excited about this. He walked up to everyone and said, "Everyone, the matter of the heir of the Lord of the Serth Castle has been delayed for a long time, and it has not been completely resolved. Now, I presided over this hearing on the order of His Majesty the King to give a perfect end to this matter.

"You may have some questions, why did Your Majesty send me to preside over this hearing? I am a magician, and the magic I am studying is the kind that ordinary people call summoning techniques. I have the power to establish spiritual communication with others. Although as a summoning magician, my control over human spirit and will is far less than that of those spells who are proficient in spiritual magic. However, there is a magic in summoning magic that can control any creature in a short time, which can bring us the final answer. Whether the boy in front of me is the real heir of the Lord of Serth, or just a counterfeit with other intentions, will become clear under the influence of this magic."

The magician Posso briefly explained the magic he was about to cast.

But before he could finish his words, an elder in the crowd interrupted him.

"Dear Mr. Magic, how can you ensure that the method you have adopted is fair and reasonable? We ordinary people don't know whether you are using your magical power to manipulate the thoughts of the heir of the Lord of Serthburg and let him say things that were not out of his own will." The old man said righteously. Many people nodded behind him. Obviously, they were part of the people standing on the position of the Elder House, and the Earl Foucault smiled even more.

This sudden speech was beyond his expectations. In fact, the old man did not belong to either party, and he was not the speakers and inciteers that had been arranged by the Elders' House. It is precisely for this reason that the old man's speech has a special weight.

The magician Poseus had obviously expected someone to raise such doubts. Before that, the magician Vach had already discussed the countermeasures with him. He replied slowly: "Don't worry, there is a gentleman who is very knowledgeable about spiritual magic in this morning. As we all know, the clergy who serves gods have special powers given by God. They also have the power to communicate with others spiritually. While I cast magic on the heirs of the Lord of Serthburg, the Bishop can monitor my every move. Once I want to instill some consciousness and control the spirit of the little heir, any abnormal behavior will immediately attract the attention of the Bishop."

Speaking of this, Poseus glanced around, and the reactions of the nobles were quite satisfied. This was the response he and the Magician Vach developed. They had never considered controlling Mr. Rebbo's will, which was too dangerous and easy to show their strength. They were sure that the boy in front of him was a fake, and they could prove it openly. Mind control could make him tell the truth.

However, it is meaningless to expose the identity of this young man. His Majesty the King did not intend to be an enemy of Sethborough. He just wanted to reach an agreement that could be accepted by each other and let the killer who could threaten his life disappear from his eyes. Therefore, he only needed to make the magic fail and then damage the young man's brain when the magic was halfway through.

It is really easy to do this. Compared with a magician who is proficient in mental control, the summoner has stronger mental power and can damage the subject's brain to an inresistible level in an instant. This power was originally used to control extremely dangerous and terrifying demonic creatures, and when they get rid of control, they can be destroyed immediately. It is even easier to deal with people.

The old man was obviously quite satisfied with Perseus' explanation. He sat back in his seat and stopped talking again.

The Archbishop was a little hesitant. The more he seemed to be open, the more worries he was in his heart became stronger. No one knew better about Rebeau’s background than him. Hyde told Rebeau’s original story to the prefect of Serceburg, and the prefect submitted it to the church through a secret document. The Archbishop was indeed worried that Rebeau would reveal the truth of the matter. By that time, both the relocation and the prefect would be in big trouble.

Just as the Archbishop was worried about this, he suddenly felt someone poking him on the back behind him. The Archbishop glanced quickly from the corner of his eyes and saw the thief who was sent by Hyde as his helper whom he had sent to be his helper standing behind him. The thief was smiling, and it seemed that he had stolen the thing.

The Archbishop breathed a little relieved, and he cleared his voice and said, "Mr. Poseus, your justice is well known, but, in order to convince everyone, can I make some arrangements to allow the gods in the heavenly court to participate in this hearing. The gods in the heavenly court are absolutely fair and cannot be deceived."

The magician Perseus did not give any answer, he just raised his hand and made an invitation gesture.

The Archbishop was also unmoved. He just ordered the clergy standing beside him to draw a few divine texts around Ribo with golden paint that had been blessed and prayed, outlining some borders and magic patterns. In fact, these arrangements were all irrelevant tricks, just to facilitate the thief to deliver the ring to Ribo.

When the thief secretly made a successful gesture, both the Archbishop and Ribo were relieved. Brother Far Ying was worthy of being a thief who had been aged. Whether he was stealing or passing on the stolen goods, he had reached the point of perfection. He just circled Ribo around Ribo, and did not even get close to Ribo's body. The ring had fallen silently into Ribo's collar. Ribo also learned some stealing skills. Although he was not as good as a golden finger, the tricks of the Erqiaoshu were quite skillful. He gently shook his shoulders and let the ring slide into his sleeves. Ribo held the ring tightly in his hand.

Ruibo gently stroked the sapphire ring with his fingers. Almost in a moment, he felt an indescribable feeling. His feeling became extremely sensitive, and as if everything around him had become surprisingly slow. Everyone around him made strange moves, slowly tilting his lips and making a low and uncomprehensible sound. But in this slow world, Ruibo seemed to be able to see the flow of time. It was a feeling that was difficult to express clearly in words, just as the person swimming under the water could not accurately describe the flow of water. However, this feeling was so clear and real. The abnormal situation suddenly appeared and disappeared suddenly. Ruibo didn't know how long it took, everything returned to its original appearance, and the world returned to its original speed.

The magician of Perseus was standing in front of him and frowned and asked him, "Mr. Rebbo Byndis, you are clear about everything I have said. If you are ready, then let's start."

Ruibo didn't know what he was talking about, he just nodded mechanically.

The magician Poseus retreated and retreated five meters away. He held the wand flat with his hands, pointing directly at Ribo's eyebrows. The magician Poseus began to recite a long spell, which was composed of a divine text that Ribo didn't know. It was not the language of the wind taught to him by Teacher Masque. However, with his thumb pressing against the sapphire ring, he seemed to be able to understand the spell, as if the magician Poseus was whispering to him.

In addition to the magician Perseus, Ribo also discovered another force, a force gathered from all directions to gently wrap himself up. This force was like a piece of armor, blocking the magician Perseus spell. Ribo secretly looked at the archbishop sitting on the referee's seat in the distance. The archbishop did not move at all. It was obviously not the master who secretly protected him. The person who could withstand the power of the magician Perseus, the person who hid behind the scenes, was definitely not an unknown person in the church. It seemed that the church had prepared for a long time, Ribo's heart was even more stable. Since someone secretly maintained himself, Ribo did not intend to use the power sealed in the ring.

"Your Excellency, I want to confirm your identity and who is your mother?" asked the magician Perseus routinely.

"Lisa Medin, the daughter of the former lord of Serthborg." Rebow said calmly.

The magician Poseus had obviously noticed that the subject was not affected by his power, and it was obvious that someone was secretly protecting him. The magician Poseus had no need to guess at all, so he knew who was striking behind the scenes. There were not many people with such power in the capital. He did not notice the fluctuations in the spiritual magic energy. There was no doubt that the church was striking behind the scenes. The clergy who could compete with him was probably only the Archbishop and the Priest. However, the magician Poseus didn't care about this. Anyway, he had no intention of controlling the spirit of the boy in front of him. The real killer weapon had not been taken out yet.

The Wizard of Perseus continued his inquiry. The hearing continued in the Q&A.

Except for the Archbishop and the Magician of Perseus, everyone was confused because everyone thought that His Majesty the King held this hearing. The original purpose of the original purpose was to let the heirs of Seth Castle bear the charge of forgery of identity, and to control Seth Castle on the charge of collaborative fraud, and to give Seth Castle a severe punishment. They guessed that His Majesty the King also secretly signed a certain agreement with Seth Castle? Just when everyone was puzzled, a change occurred.

The heir of the Lord of the Serthburg, who was sitting quietly in a chair and answering questions, suddenly stood up, and an angry expression appeared on his face. The little heirs used their left hand to make a strange gesture, pointing their index finger straight to the sky, and the other four fingers stretched forward toward the magician Poseus. On the other hand, the magician Poseus seemed much embarrassed. His face was pale, and sweat beads flowed down his cheeks one by one. The hair that was originally neatly combed was now dispersed in a mess. His eyes protruded outward, his pupils contracted into a small dot, and blue veins on his forehead bulged.

Just as everyone was puzzled, suddenly, the turquoise dotted on the magic wand exploded. The splashing fragments caused a scream of fear among the bystanders. The turquoise pieces shattered one after another and flew away, and the three metal crescents embedded at the top of the magic wand also revealed obvious cracks. As the little heir of Sethburg approached step by step with anger, the cracks became clearer and clearer.

"Why do you do this? Who asked you to kill me?"

Rebow asked in a cold tone, and to make his words look more powerful, Rebow showed a calm and cold look, the most terrifying and angry expression he knew, and this was the expression of Kelle's murderous intent.

Just at that moment, Ribo suddenly felt that the magician Persoz suddenly strengthened his strength, and a powerful spiritual fluctuation hit his forehead like a sharp arrow. At that moment, a numb feeling spread throughout Ribo's body.

Ribo was stunned by this sudden blow. He guessed that this was another special way of temptation by the magician Poseus. At this moment, the magician Poseus's consciousness, full of malicious intention, entered Ribo's brain with the powerful spiritual fluctuation. In that moment, Ribo finally understood that this was the real method used by the magician Poseus to deal with him. The reason why he was safe was obviously because he had part of the spiritual power of the great magician Kemildit.

The mental attack of the Possothian magician was simply not comparable to that of Kemildit. The fatal attack could only make him feel paralyzed. Just as Ribo was hesitant and did not know how to deal with this sudden attack, the second wave of attacks came again. This time it came even more fiercely. Ribo almost subconsciously raised his left hand, and his palm naturally formed a strange gesture. Everything seemed to have been familiar with it and had been practiced repeatedly, so that it formed a conditioned reflex.

Like a drop of water dropping to the water surface, the aggressive attack disappeared without a trace except for the ripples of spiritual invisible by ordinary people. Subconsciously, Ruibo hit a sudden blow and returned to the past. The power sealed in the sapphire ring gathered along Ruibo's right thumb and along his right arm to the tip of his left finger. The powerful force gathered into a sharp needle that seemed to be urged, and shot at the wand in the hand of the magician Pousseus. The sharp needle that ordinary people could not see was just facing the third wave of attack that had just been brewing by the magician Pousseus.

Poseus condensed all the power at the top of the wand, condensed in the center surrounded by the three metal crescent moons. It was also the target of Rebbo. The needle suddenly pierced the power gathered by the magician Poseus, and the energy ran around along the spells and magic patterns at the top of the wand. The spells deep inscribed on the wand, one after another. Finally, the source of power was provided to the wand, one of which was shattered. One by one, when all the turquoise was broken, the raging force retaliated towards Poseus. Poseus struggled to throw away the wand in his hand, but his hand had lost control.

Seeing all this, Ruibo didn't know what to do.

Suddenly, the archbishop's voice sounded in his ears: "Hurry, continue chasing, put as much pressure as possible to the magician Perseus, and let him give the mastermind behind the scenes. In this way, your Majesty will not have time to get too entangled in the matter of Sethborough."

After hearing what the Archbishop said, Rebow gave up the idea of ​​stopping the attack. Kelle taught him that he would never give him a chance to breathe when facing the enemy. Even if he wanted to keep a living and fetch information from his mouth, he had to make the other party have no room for resistance. Rebow always obeyed Kelle's teachings. It was easy for Rebow to pretend to be a vicious look, because Kelle was the best role model. Rebow was very familiar with Kelle's expression and behavior, so it was extremely easy to borrow and could be called vivid.

The magician Poseus could no longer retreat because his legs had lost control. Although he wanted to stay away from the vicious young man in front of him as much as possible, his body was completely stiff, and the backlash of spiritual magic was destroying his nerves. This was the most terrifying punishment, even more terrifying than becoming an idiot. In the end, he would become a zombie, a zombie who could think, have consciousness, but could not move at all. Poseus turned his head with all his might, and he wanted to ask His Majesty the King for help. But from His Majesty's eyes, all he saw was fear.

His Majesty the King widened his eyes in horror. He seemed to feel that the person whose life was threatened was not the magician of Poseus, but himself. Now His Majesty the King no longer doubted Rabel's original judgment. Anyone who saw the little heir of Sethburgh would believe that this young man who usually looked ordinary was a dangerous person who did not take human life into consideration at all. Poseus had obviously become the prey in the hands of this boy.

"Answer me, who was the Lord who made you attack me?" Ruibo asked again.

Poseus glanced at the king in despair. He knew that His Majesty the King would not stand up and save him because he was too busy to take care of himself. Poseus tilted his lips and the numbness had already reached his chest. He even felt that breathing became extremely difficult, let alone speaking.

"Yes..." Poseus tried his best to spit out a note. He took a deep breath and wanted to say it all.

At this moment, a golden-red bird floated from a distance, and its flying feathers seemed to be illusion and reality.

Seeing this cute little bird, Poseus's face turned pale immediately. He wanted to dodge, but his body was stiff and unable to move. He wanted to call out the name of the Lord's messenger, but the feeling of paralysis had extended to his tongue. He wanted to ask for help, but he found in despair that it was impossible.

The fiery red bird was originally erected between the huge square formed by the four pillars, but suddenly, the four pillars lost their original magical power. The magic barrier was quietly removed, and the bird was no longer blocked. It floated on Poseus's body. In an instant, Poseus's body was wrapped in flames. He was so stiff that he couldn't even struggle, just like a roast goose on the grill being swallowed by the blazing flames.

For a moment, everyone in the venue became panic. Have the nobles ever seen such a terrifying scene? A living person was lit and burned in front of their eyes. From time to time, the miserable and hoarse howls of Perseus came from the fire. This terrifying scene made the nobles lose their minds, and they fled one after another, as if the fire would spread to them.

The magic flame was much more fierce than the usual fire. Ribo saw Poseus turning into a pillar of fire in front of him, but he had no choice but to do anything about all this in front of him. He had only a very shallow understanding of flame magic. Such a traumatic flame magic is definitely not something he can deal with.

In the pillar of fire, Poseus' figure gradually disappeared. When the flames were extinguished, there was no trace of ashes on the ground, and there was no trace of burning by the fire. The summoner disappeared without a trace in front of everyone.

Suddenly, two fiery red birds flew out from afar. This time no one was immersed in their beauty again, because everyone knew that these two little things that looked extremely cute were actually the god of death sent by the demon god of hell.

Everyone fled around, and no one could still maintain their original noble image. The nobles who fell to the ground rolled and crawled regardless of their decentness. The nobles who were panicking were leaping up and jumped over the "creepers" who blocked the road. When life encountered threats, all the politeness and etiquette were gone. All people were thinking about how to escape from this terrifying place as much as possible. Although the two firebirds were obviously not coming for them, fear was like a whip and drove everyone desperately.

The king was also frightened. All this was not what he had planned. When Perseus was forced to retreat step by step, the entire "script" was completely disrupted, and the appearance of the firebird made the situation uncontrollable. His Majesty the king knew very well what Perseus' death meant. In the future, there will be no magicians willing to serve him. The reputation of killing and silence will fall on him. No one will be willing to serve a cold tyrant who killed and silenced, and those magicians with special powers are even more so. This is an unbearable huge loss for him. Over the past decade, he has spent countless efforts and turned into nothing with the flames soaring into the sky.

The king sat blankly on his throne, his mind was blank. He didn't even notice that the other two firebirds were flying quickly towards him. Fortunately, there were loyal guards around him, all of whom were loyal members of the Paladin Order who were loyal to the royal family.

The Paladin was a regiment that obeyed King Franxes directly. The Knights of Franx III gradually took shape and the Franxes III era was officially formed in the Franxes era. Every knight of the Paladin had to swear allegiance to His Majesty the King before joining the regiment. Now it seems that they all loyally guarded this oath.

These brave knights rushed up and surrounded Francis XVI in the middle. The shield tied to their right arm, which was raised upward, emitted a faint golden light.

That is the protection of the gods and the magical skills passed down by the great magician Kaimildit.

However, the two firebirds did not fall towards His Majesty the King. Their target was originally Ruibo. The two firebirds attacked Ruibo from left to right.

Although he didn't know how to deal with the crisis in front of him, Ruibo instinctively rushed forward, rolled two in a row, and fled to the side.

This was the escape technique that Kelle taught him. For a while, he had to repeat this exercise countless times every morning. Rebow did not forget Kelle's teaching. Obsessing an attack did not mean he was safe. He quickly turned his head and glanced behind him, trying to see the situation clearly so that he could take more appropriate actions to avoid the deadly threat.

To his surprise, the two firebirds seemed to be solidified in the air, struggling with their wings, but they could not move at all. A faint layer of clouds floated in the air, and the clouds tightly covered the two firebirds like a dense net. Ruibo seemed to understand something and reached out to touch the pocket on his chest. Sure enough, the "gold coin" disappeared without a trace.

Looking at the two struggling firebirds that were trapped in the net, Ruibo didn't know what to do. Perhaps finding a pool to throw them in was an option.

"Are you really going to do this?" The cloud made a very slight sound like metal rubbing.

"Eliminate these dangerous things, I don't want them to hurt anyone," Ribo ordered.

As his words fell, the two firebirds struggled a few times and turned into a scattered Mars exploded with a slight sound. The Mars in the sky were so beautiful, but Ribo would never forget how dangerous they were. He had no intention of enjoying the strange scenery of Mars in the sky. Now that the magician who presided over the hearing was dead, Ribo had no way to guess how the hearing would end. He walked slowly towards His Majesty the King, and only this supreme could give him a clear answer.

"No, don't let him get close, stop him, let him go far." A hoarse shout came from the circle of defense formed by the guards.

The guards put their hands on the swords at their waists, looking like they were facing a great enemy. At this time, Rabel walked out from the side. There was such a big commotion just now. As His Majesty's loyal dog, he naturally had to stand beside the king and protect him.

Rabel knew very well that the terrifying scene just now put His Majesty on the verge of mental disorder. Now the king can no longer bear any stimulation. His Majesty, who was originally a little cowardly, had never seen such a terrifying scene of burning a living person. In addition, he has been under tremendous mental pressure recently. If the heir of the little lord of Sethburg approached again, in this case, His Majesty may be mentally collapsed. Rabel gritted his teeth and came forward.
To be continued...