A private lightweight cabriolet carriage inlaid with a gold-edged exterior painted in a shiny brown, slowly sailed on Lilac Avenue.

A well-dressed waiter was driving the car in front, and an old man in a thick fox fur sat in the back carriage, looking at the rows of exquisite villas on both sides.

Except for the few people who are willing to ride in a cabriolet in this season, the old man has nothing to attract others' attention. Because of this, the officials of the Legal Affairs Bureau patrolling the streets always hurriedly pass by the carriage.

Since the old man was riding in an open carriage, no one planned to intercept the carriage and search it carefully, it seemed to anyone that this was completely meaningless.

Lilac Avenue is one of the places where many upper-class people gather in the capital. The villas here are very suitable for nobles who are not as wealthy as they are or who enter the capital from other places.

It is precisely because of this that no one is surprised that a strange face appears here. The old man took this eye on this and bought a villa in the most prosperous area of ​​Dingxiang Avenue.

The neighbors around him only knew that the old man was a retired diplomat, and he had been staying in Xibai before he retired.

Because of this, this old man, like most people who have been in Xibai for a long time, is covered with a strong dusk atmosphere. Except for occasionally going to nearby salons to play cards on weekends, he rarely goes out.

However, the old man is quite famous in the narrow social circle nearby because he looks a bit like the famous Prince Phillips, and because of this, everyone often calls him "Prince".

Over time, the old man became accustomed to this title, and even had a trace of the princely style before he knew it.

The carriage was parked in front of a frugal but quite old villa. It was an ordinary three-story villa built of wood and bricks. Except for the large lawn in front of the door, it proved that its owner was originally a nobleman, the others were no different from those villas that could be seen everywhere in the capital.

Like most old bachelors, this "Prince" did not hire many servants, and all the work in the villa, from gardeners to housekeepers, was shared by three servants.

The three servants have obviously been by the Prince for a long time, and they are as old as the Prince.

"Prince" usually has no guests to visit, but today is an exception.

After entering the door and passing through a corridor, the living room is the living room. The living room is decorated in a very frugal manner and there are not many luxurious decorations. However, a row of display cabinets are placed on the wall near the window.

The collections inside are all kinds of strange. Although they can't be called antiques, it can be seen that the old man has a rich experience and a very unique taste.

Two layers of cashmere blankets are laid on the floor of the living room, so they look particularly soft and thick. It is obvious that the old man knows how to enjoy, but his understanding of enjoyment is definitely completely different from other nobles.

In the living room that was so frugal that there were almost no decorations, there was a skinny old man sitting.

The tall cheekbones and deep eye sockets made the face very easy to impress, but few people had seen him because he was also a simple person.

The reputation of the Magic Association, the chairman of the Magician, Master Nellerele, is well known in the capital, but few of them have really seen him. This chairman does not like the palace magicians who like to express himself in front of everyone. Most of his time is spent between the star maps and calculation boards in the laboratory.

"Mr. Nileere, what important thing is that you are rushing to come to me?" asked "Prince".

"Prince, have you ever heard of the 'Wrath of Heavenly Condemnation'?" asked the chairman of the Magic Association calmly.

Prince Phillips sat down opposite the chairman. He knew nothing about what Nellere said, but he believed that it could be called "demonishment" and would definitely not be an ordinary thing.

"I believe that should be some kind of magic, and you are an expert in this regard." The prince said calmly. He would never do anything to talk about magic in front of the magician.

"It cannot be said to be magic, but a weapon, a weapon that has no record left but is extremely terrifying. Only a monk from the Holy See mentioned the existence of this weapon in his notes. This is the only record I can find." Neelere said slowly.

"Then this weapon must be outstanding." The prince said with a smile.

"Yes, the person who made this weapon was the great magician Kemildit. Kemildit had three great achievements in his life that have never been made public to the world. This is one of them." Nellerere said calmly.

However, the prince couldn't calm down at all. He didn't jump out of his seat all at once, which was a very amazing performance.

"Please explain in detail what kind of weapon the 'Wrath of Heaven' is, so that even its existence was sealed." The prince leaned forward and asked.

"The great magician may have done this because this weapon is too terrible. The reason why it is called "Heavenly Condemnation" is because this weapon can summon meteorites floating among the stars in the sky. The falling meteorites can destroy all targets on the ground, a corps or a city." Nilele said with a serious expression.

"I think this secret must be preserved in a very strict manner. How did you find it?" the prince asked with a frown.

"It is all thanks to the talented boy. I don't know the specific situation, but I know that he accidentally made a discovery during the weeks he spent in the castle where the fifth generation lived and studied in his childhood in the suburbs at the invitation of His Majesty the Queen." said Nile Ere.

Prince Phillips naturally knew who was the genius boy in the president's mouth. It was absolutely impossible for him to have a second one except for the famous little heir of Sethborough.

"Will Mr. Rebe have other plans? Maybe he had heard the name of 'Wrath of God' from his teacher, Mr. Masque," the prince said with a frown.

As long as it concerns the little heir of Sethborough and the affairs around him, Prince Phillips has to spend more energy to think from all aspects and even make the worst considerations. This is the lesson he has learned from his past failures.

"Like you, Prince, I have had the same doubts, but as far as I know, Mashik does not know the existence of the 'Wrath of Heaven', and even Mr. Ribo himself may not have heard of this name. If this matter was fabricated out of thin air, it would be easy to see through me. Prince, you should be very clear about how much energy I have spent on collecting things about Kemildit. The monk who recorded the 'Wrath of Heaven' is only the clerk of a bishop friend of Kemildit. I have also spent a lot of energy to study the trivial matters he recorded. I do not think there is a second person in the Magic Association who has been as diligent as I am." The Chairman smiled and said.

Prince Phillips absolutely believes everything Nellerere said.

He knew very well that this magistrate's desire for power had made him an absolute paranoid, and that he could not find a second guy who was exactly the same as him in the magic association.

It is precisely because of this that when I gained the secret of "bloodthirsty power", the first collaborator I thought of was this chairman.

Perhaps it seemed to others to be extremely crazy, especially when he had a magician who supported him, it seemed even more crazy and incomprehensible, but the adventure at the time proved to be absolutely worth it.

Prince Phillips has always been extremely interested in what Kaimildit left behind, not to mention that the "Wrath of Heaven" in his opinion far exceeds the powerful power of the giant stone statue and the gaseous life form that the Magister Masque is studying.

Everything seems so small in the face of this power. The strongest country on the continent, the nominal authority and supreme Holy See, has an insurmountable strait, an island country with almost no worries, and a huge empire ruled by pagans who are regarded as natural disasters.

At this moment, Prince Phillips even suspected that the wise and powerful His Majesty, the wise and powerful His Majesty, and the sudden disappearance of the great magician, Camildit, were related to this extremely powerful weapon. After all, if His Majesty had this weapon, the greatest ancestor would not have abandoned it. If His Majesty had this weapon, the entire continent would have been under his control, and history would have been completely rewritten.

But this is not the case. Considering that the assassination of the V and the disappearance of Kemildit occurred almost simultaneously, perhaps because of this weapon, there was an irreconcilable crack in the relationship between teachers and students.

However, the prince did not intend to figure out the true appearance of history. He was not as paranoid as the chairman.

"You are taking a huge risk to come to me. You should have something to ask me to serve you." The prince said with a smile.

"Prince, I don't think it's enough to compete with the little heir of Sethborough in terms of strategy. This is the biggest deviation between me and Vach. At best, all I can do is keep a close eye on Masque and Andeli, buy one or two traitors around them, and put a few eyeliners in it." The chairman said slowly.

"Let the experts do the work of the experts, and you have the same idea as I do." The prince smiled and said, "Can you tell me what our dear little Count has done?"

"This is exactly what convinced me that this little Count was not deceiving or deceived us. He contacted his teacher through the magic mirror. He also stayed in the library and collection room of the Magic Society all day in recent days." Nile Ere said.

"He is collecting information? Is there any effect?" the prince asked with a serious expression.

"Your Excellency should be very clear that learning magic is not only talented, but experience and time are more important. The genius boy has amazing talent. Unfortunately, he has too little time to learn magic. Moreover, his teacher Maske is obsessed with research and has no time to teach this genius student. In my opinion, it is almost impossible for him to rely on his own strength to find the answer. However, what surprised me was that he obviously knew how to collect information. I had explored the method he adopted for ten years before he mastered it. Like me, he would not let go of any information related to Kaimildit, even if it was just a letter or a poem related to Kaimildit." The chairman said in detail.

"Will this kind of effort bring about any results? The correct method is the basis for success, and the words of the sage are absolutely correct." The prince sat upright and frowned.

"Previous people have also said that the sea is the result of countless water droplets gathering. He worked very hard but did not have enough time." Nellerere said with a smile.

"So did Masque react?" asked the prince.

"He has not checked the messages his disciple has sent to him. He is very busy and very busy. His research is at the most intense stage." The chairman paused when he said this. He glanced at the prince before he expressed his true intention of visiting: "In your opinion, should I let Mashik know about the new amazing discovery of his disciple?"

"Are you sure to cheat all the information from the little heir of Sethborough?" the prince asked with a smile.

"This is exactly why I am concerned. Perhaps Masque is much easier to deal with than that boy. After all, he is not an expert in conspiracy." Nile Ere said, shook his head.

"I'll ask again, are you sure you can learn that amazing discovery through observation?" asked the prince.

"The boy knows how to hide it. I believe that part of this secret is in that castle, while the other part is kept in the collections of the Magic Society. The boy obviously did not intend to share this secret with us. He pretended to be interested in every collection." The chairman of the Magic Society sighed and said.

"Since that's the case, you should be quite clear that we will not be able to obtain any information without going through Masque. In my opinion, what you should do now is to instruct you to arrange the eyeliner around Masque to remind him to pay attention to the messages his disciples passed on to him. Perhaps it may even be necessary to persuade Masque to temporarily put down his work." In order to emphasize his tone, the prince tapped his fingers on the table.

"I will do what you suggest, but what are you going to do, Prince?" Nellerere's eyes stared at his allies.

The prince sighed and scratched his head with his hand, saying helplessly: "There are too many things I have to do. I must change the plan I had already designated. It seems that it is crucial for us to protect the safety of that talented boy for the time being. For this reason, I will have to give up an ally who is extremely helpful and powerful to me."

"The ally you mentioned must be the thieves who helped you successfully assassinate Monstock," said Nile Errey lightly.

"I had a lot of things that I had to ask them to help me solve, and they built a bridge for me to contact the Kingdom of Ing. You have to admit that giving up on them requires a lot of courage and perseverance for me." Prince Phillips said with a serious expression.

The Chairman of the Magic Association did not know that for His Highness the Prince, the thieves had long lost their value of exploitation. He tried to persuade His Highness, who was "indecisive": "Is the most brilliant achievement of the great magician Kaimildit not as good as a group of desperate people who killed and set fire in the eyes of the Prince?"

"Maybe you don't understand what the problem is in front of me. Lord Hyde, who likes darkness and his ally who takes action behind others, has been old friends for many years. There are some grudges and entanglements between them that are difficult to describe for a while, so that my ally wishes to use the life of the little heir of Sethborough to make his old friend realize his existence. As far as I know, Lord Lord has taken care of my ally's most beloved child in the same way."

The prince sighed and said in a low tone: "This incident will be unforgettable to my ally for life. You can definitely imagine that even with my influence, my ally will not be able to give up his plan, even if it is just to temporarily postpone his already arranged plan."

Hearing these, Nellere frowned. He was not a fool, and had understood what it means to the prince to make a trade-off between the great discovery of Kemildit and the thieves' allies.

"It seems you really have to give up on your allies altogether, but I think everything should be under your control, right?" Nellerere said with a smile.

"It's not that simple. Don't underestimate those people walking in the dark. The respectable Monstock died under their hands. Mr. Chairman, you should be very clear that I have evacuated my troops from the capital. It may be too late to summon them back now. Even if you can do it, it will be useless. Earl Farrul has already set up a net of heaven and earth in the capital." The prince said.

"Are you going to let me help the little heir of Sethburgh and the Magic Society protect the life of this talented boy?" asked Neerere.

"No, I think that young man himself is an expert in this field, and I do not think you are an expert in dealing with those thieves. I guess Lord Hyde also wants to take this opportunity to make a final decision with my ally. Now he is not moving because he does not know the whereabouts of my ally. Once he gets accurate information, I believe that Mr Hyde will definitely take action. Serthborg is now intimate with the Legal Affairs Bureau. Marquis Farrul will definitely be willing to help Lord Hyde and Mr Ribo. I only ask you to be loyal to His Majesty the King, at least temporarily, and when Marquis Farrul asks for help from the Magic Association, give them the help they need. Another request is to let your ally Mr. Vach, not be too anxious." The prince said leisurely.

"Don't worry, Vach is determined to win the 'Wrath of Heaven', and its urgency is even higher than me. If it weren't for the 'Wrath of Heaven' that belonged to the scope of my life's research, if it wasn't for the temptation that I could not refuse, I would rather give up this opportunity or spend more energy to find the clues of nothingness and ethereality, nor would I let that genius boy become the biggest threat one day." Nile Erre said indifferently.

"I can imagine it, but I never understand one thing. Why did you and Vach believe that the boy would become the second blood magician, not the second Kaimildit? Is this related to his profession and the education he received?" Prince Phillips asked with a serious expression. This question had existed in his heart for a long time.

"Because I saw death, countless people died terrifyingly and miserably. You should be very clear that I have the ability to see through the future. Although the movement of stars to predict the future is far less convenient and accurate than the prophets, there is one advantage that is that my eyes will never be blinded. The powerful force can indeed close the spiritual channels and make people unable to predict the future, but there is absolutely no way to change the trajectory of the stars. With the powerful power of the great magician Kaimildit, what he can do is only to change the orbits of the most inconspicuous meteorites. These meteorites are just dusty to the entire starry sky." Nileere said slowly. The Prince was the second person to hear this prophecy.

"Killing people does not mean that you will become a devil like a Blood Magician. I have also killed people and many people. I believe no one will compare me with the Blood Magician." His Highness continued to ask. He was not intending to excuse the young heir of Sethburg, but just to completely understand the facts.

If the genius boy in the foreshadowing seen by the chairman of the Magic Association was indeed another blood magician, then he had to change his response.

Like Nellerere, His Royal Highness, has also seen the power and horror of the Blood Magician, and is one of the few people who still exist in the world.

The demon who was covered in a blood-colored robe and killed with terrifying magic was also the nightmare he feared the most.

"The stars bring me a foreshadowing, which indicates that there will be severe turmoil in the near future, and everything will no longer exist, and turmoil will spread throughout the continent. Whether it is Francis or Delizhi, even a country like Sibai, or a country like Yilei, a country like Yilei, is not spared. Countless people will die in this turmoil, and countless prosperous towns will be desolate and decay. I originally thought that it was you or the Prince of Delizhi that caused all this, because in my opinion, only you two have such a trick and courage, but when I saw the little heir of Sethburg standing in front of countless bodies from the foreshadowing of the stars, you can imagine how shocked I was." Nellerere sighed.

"Maybe this is just a manifestation of everyone's ambitions. That genius boy is likely to do something big." The prince said expressionlessly.

"But I did not see the rise of a new empire, nor did I show me that there is a battle worthy of history about to happen. No, the foreshadowing given to me by the stars, that terrible killing is not a war, I will never read it wrong. The gray nebula shrouded the stars, which represents murder. The young man murdered the lives of millions of people. Before this, it was hard for me to imagine how he could have such a powerful force, even the power of a magician had its limits, like a blood magician

After all, there are very few such people, and compared with that young man, the blood magician caused much less harm, which kept confusing me. Until I learned that the young man had found the "Wrath of Heavenly Condemnation" left by Kaimildit, I finally had an explanation that was enough to convince me. Indeed, no matter who has mastered the "Wrath of Heavenly Condemnation", the only reason that hindered him from killing more people was physical strength and energy." said the chairman of the Magic Association.

"We seem to be playing a dangerous game." The prince frowned.

"You finally understand my mood." Nile Erre nodded and said.

"It's a pity that the prize is so attractive. Although we know it is a dangerous game, we can't resist the deadly temptation." The prince said, with a helpless and bitter smile on his face.

"This was originally my sorrow, and I'm glad that I now have another sharer." The chairman of the Magic Association said slowly.

"Thank you very much for trusting me." The prince nodded respectfully and said.
To be continued...