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Just as the survey team in another world was deeply in fear, a small banquet was held in the corner of the city in the imperial capital.

Surrounded by three rocky mountains, the imperial capital is also called the City of Three Mountains. The three mountains with countless magical magic are more reliable than all city walls. In addition, at the top of these three mountains, each with a magic fortress armed to the teeth as the final line of defense. These fortresses are equipped with Yangyan Magic Cannons that can kill the giant dragon with one blow. Their power can even completely evaporate the river with one blow and turn the hills into flat ground.

In the east of the imperial capital, the decoration is magnificent. Outside the crystal-decorated Earl Morros' mansion, there are five carriages with different appearances being led by the groom to the courtyard stable next to it. However, the owners who were sitting on it had already entered the mansion.

The hall is decorated in an extremely luxurious manner. Although the scale of this private banquet is small, it is very formal in both the surrounding arrangement and the dress of the service staff. Not only that, there are many attendants wearing dresses and elegant manners at the banquet. They are responsible for guiding and serving the real big people. In addition, they are also responsible for the safety of the big people, which can be regarded as another kind of personal guard.

"I heard that you were investigating the dragon slayer in the North recently."

In the corridor leading to the banquet hall, an old man in gorgeous clothes and two huge emerald rings in his hand said to a middle-aged man beside him, "Moros, I'm right? You've been very enthusiastic about the news about the Cold Iron Earl recently."

“Yes, that’s right.”

My heart trembled, but my expression remained unchanged. The owner of this place, the middle-aged nobleman named Morros, shrugged and pretended to be relaxed to say to the old man in front of him: "After all, he is so famous recently, anyone would want to know more about it. I believe that I must be more than the only one who investigated him. Marquis Steinar, don't tell me that you haven't checked it. ↑△Little↓△ . .m]"

"Hahaha, who can resist curiosity with such a well-known person? And if that's the case, that's great."

The old man named Steinal smiled and started walking again. Then he said with some advice: "But you may not know that the dragon slayer is very close to Nostradamus, and the magic academy run by the old man is in Moldavia. The Duke means taking a wait-and-see attitude... Of course, it's nothing if you mean you want to do some business."

The old man chuckled, but his expression didn't look like he was smiling at all: "After all, I want to buy some white dragon materials. You know, the bones of real dragons are difficult to get recently. I want to make a set of armor for my grandson, and maybe I will ask you to introduce them to it."

"...You overestimate me. I have nothing to do with the Radcliffe family. If you want to buy keels, you can go to him by yourself."

"Oh, is that?"

The old man didn't seem to believe what Morros said, and he said softly: "But the Duke doesn't think so... Morros, your recent moves are too obvious, making it difficult for people to ignore them. Are you sure it doesn't matter?"

If I don’t die, I know that I use the Duke to suppress me. I said it doesn’t matter, will you still believe it?!

A curse in his heart, but Morros was not stupid either. He knew that this was the imperial aristocratic faction led by the two dukes now had a slight suspicion of him. Earl Steinal was the one who was sent to beat him during this small private banquet.↑△Little↓△ . .m】

After all, his reputation was not good. He was a famous businessman and noble in the empire. He would do it as long as he had business. No matter whether the other party was from his own camp or not, some even suspected that he was close to foreign forces and even creatures of other races. However, no one has ever caught evidence for so many years. But no matter what, in the eyes of everyone, including the forces on the same side, he has nothing to do with a good reputation.

But this time, everyone who doubted Morros guessed that he observed Joshua because he was simply guilty.

After all, the two demon-blooded dragons that assassinated Joshua started from him.

Even though he had erased all the clues and information about himself, and the dragon slayer in the north did not seem to be too suspicious, Morros still felt a little uneasy, which made him unable to help but search for information about Joshua. It seemed that only in this way could he feel at ease, but he was misunderstood.

"Stenal, Lord Duke...What does it mean? The relationship between us will not make you even hide this."

When he arrived at the door of the banquet hall, he could already hear other nobles greeting each other and greeting photography. Earl Morros stopped, bent down slightly, and whispered and seriously to the old man in front of him: "Don't bend around the bush, I won't be scared by your plans."

Could it be that this group of people really want to attack that guy from the North, and they won’t be so idle, right? That’s a high-level golden rank. The Duke really doesn’t think he is the emperor or not?

"There are no plans? You have been worrying too much. As for Joshua..."

When asked by his acquaintance, Steinal had to show some sincerity. His eyes narrowed into slits and said lightly: "He is so popular, and as a former noble faction, he now falls so quickly to the royal family, no matter what. The Duke once helped his father when he was in trouble. Although he may not know this, no matter what, this is a betrayal."

"We are just taking back what we have done."

The words are so righteous, but the result is not the same. These old nobles are really too corrupt.

Morros shook his head slightly, his expression remained unchanged, but a trace of disdain flashed in his heart: Moreover, when it comes to revenge, you are still one step too late.

This great nobleman, known for his vast relationship, couldn't help but recall the last time he had with those huge monsters with long horns and wings, hiding under his calm appearance, like lava.

A dragon's nest, two powerful alien dragons, and those flying monsters will not suffer such great losses willingly.

Far south, unknown islands, deep caves.

"Have you got his blood?"

"Get it."

A dark and filled with chaotic and dark rock hall, a low voice was echoing constantly.

The side of the hall is more than 100 meters long and is square, surrounded by various strange and twisted decorations and statues. The floor tiles are also carved with ugly reliefs and blasphemous runes. Eight huge stone pillars support the hall, and there are also patterns on the arch top that seem to be made of dried blood. They use the stone pillars as the base point to form a huge magic circle.

At the core of this magic circle, that is, the center of this hall, there is an obsidian altar floating in the air, and two huge figures stand next to this altar, whispering in a strange language.

"This is the armor he used in the army, soaked in the blood of him and those orcs. It took a lot of effort to get this armor."

A thick voice said.

"Will you get the wrong goal?"

A low voice said.

"Then these orcs must be alive. Although we hate that guy, we must admit his strength...Okay, let's start the ceremony."

"Ha ha."

And a low voice laughed: "This is a curse using the power of the true god. No one in the world can resist it."

The thick voice was filled with disdain and anger: "To let the dragon slayer know that killing our kind is to pay life and everything."

Accompanied by their words, a set of broken armor covered with black blood scabs suddenly appeared in the center of the obsidian altar. Countless tentacles composed of black mist stretched out from the altar, and then climbed on the armor. With the trembling of the tentacles, black and red patterns appeared in the altar, with blood vessel-like patterns, and turbid red light, and the blood array on the arch also pulsated with magic power, breathing the breath of chaos like a living thing.

And in the far north.

A tall warrior with black hair and red eyes was walking towards the road to the imperial capital with his own weapons.

(To be continued.).
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