Just when the investigation team of the other world was in deep fear, a small banquet was being held in the imperial capital of the empire in the corner of the city. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Surrounded by three rocky mountain ranges, the Imperial Capital is also known as the City of Three Mountains, which are equipped with countless spells that are more solid than all the city walls, and at the top of each of these three mountain ranges, there is also a magical fortress armed to the teeth as the last line of defense, and these fortresses are equipped with a cannon of Yang Flame that can kill dragons in one blow, and its power can even completely evaporate rivers and turn hills into flat ground with a single blow.

In the east of the imperial capital, outside the palace of the Count of Moros, which is decorated with gold and splendor and full of crystal decorations, there are five carriages of different appearances being dragged by the groom to the courtyard stables on the side, and the owner who sat on them before has already entered the mansion.

The hall is lavishly decorated, this private banquet is small in scale, but both the surrounding layout and the dress of the service staff are very formal, not only that, but there are many attendants in formal dresses and elegant manners, who are responsible for guiding the real big people and serving them, in addition to being responsible for the safety of the big people, which can be regarded as another kind of personal guard.

"I've heard that you've been investigating the dragon slayer in the Northlands lately."

In the corridor leading to the banquet hall, an old man dressed in a fine costume with two huge emerald rings on his hand walked slowly, and said lightly to a middle-aged man beside him: "Moros, I'm not wrong, right? You've been very enthusiastic about the news of the Count of Cold Iron lately. ”

"Yes, that's right."

His heart trembled, but his face remained unchanged, the owner of this place, a middle-aged nobleman named Moros, shrugged, and pretended to be relaxed and said to the old man in front of him: "After all, he has been so famous recently, everyone will want to know more about it, I believe that I am definitely not the only one who is investigating him, Marquis of Steinal, don't tell me that you haven't checked." ”

"Hahaha, such a well-known figure, who can resist curiosity? And if that's the case, so good. ”

The old man named Steinar smiled and began to walk again, and then he pointed out something meaningfully: "But you may not know that this dragon slayer and Nostradamus are very close, and the magic academy opened by that old man is in Moldavia, and the Duke means to take a wait-and-see attitude...... Of course, if you mean you want to do some business, that's fine. ”

The old man chuckled, but his expression did not smile at all: "After all, I also want to buy some materials for the white dragon, you know, the bones of the real dragon have been hard to come by recently, I want to make a set of armor for my grandson, maybe I need your help to introduce it." ”

“…… You're overestimating me, I have nothing to do with the Radcliffe family, and if you want to buy a keel, you can contact him yourself. ”

"Oh, really?"

The old man did not seem to believe what Moros said, and he said softly, "But the Duke does not think so...... Moros, your recent moves are so obvious that it's hard to ignore, are you sure it doesn't matter? ”

If you don't die, you know how to press me with the duke, I said it's okay, do you still believe it?!

He cursed in his heart, but Moros was not stupid, he knew that this was the imperial aristocratic faction led by the two dukes who were now suspicious of him, and Count Steinal was one of those people who was sent to beat him on the occasion of this small private banquet.

After all, his reputation is not good, but he is a famous merchant and aristocrat in the empire, as long as there is business, he will do business, never care whether the other party is from his own camp or not, and some people even suspect that he has close ties with foreign forces, and even creatures of other races, but no one has caught evidence for so many years, but in any case, in the eyes of everyone, including the forces on the same side, he does have nothing to do with a good reputation.

But this time, all who doubted Moros were wrong—he only observed Joshua because of a weak heart.

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

Even though all clues and information about himself had been erased, and the dragon slayer from the Northland didn't seem to be too suspicious, Moros still felt a little uneasy, which made him can't help but keep searching for information about Joshua, as if this was the only way to reassure him, but he was misunderstood.

"Steinard, Lord Duke...... What does that mean exactly? The relationship between the two of us will not make you hide this. ”

Arriving at the door of the banquet hall, where other nobles could already be heard greeting and greeting each other, Count Moros stopped, he bent down slightly, and said to the old man in front of him in a low and serious voice: "Don't beat around the bush, I won't be frightened by your plan." ”

Could it be that this group of people really wants to do something to that guy from the Northland, and they won't really be so idle, right? That's a golden high-rank, Lord Duke really thinks that he is His Majesty the Emperor?

"What's the plan, you're thinking too much, as for Joshua......"

Asked by his acquaintances, Steiner also had to show some sincerity, his eyes narrowed into slits, and said lightly: "He is too strong, and as a former aristocratic faction, he is now falling to the royal family so quickly - no matter what, it will have to pay a little price." The Duke had helped his father in his troubles, and while he may not have known it, it was a betrayal anyway. ”

"We're just taking back what we've paid."

said it so uprightly, but the result was not that set, this group of old nobles was too rotten.

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

The nobleman, known for his vast connections, couldn't help but recall the last time he had contact with those giant monsters with horns and wings not long ago, and the anger of the other party was hidden beneath the calm exterior, like lava.

A dragon's nest, two powerful xenomorph dragons, those flying monsters, will not be willing to suffer such a big loss.

- Far South, nameless island, under deep caves.

"Did you get his blood?"

"Got it."

In the dark and dark rock hall, a deep voice echoed incessantly.

The side of this hall is more than 100 meters long, in a square shape, surrounded by all kinds of strange and twisted decorations and statues, the floor tiles are also carved with ugly reliefs and blasphemous runes, eight huge stone pillars support this hall, and there are also lines on the vault that seem to be drawn by exhausted blood, they are based on the stone pillars, forming a huge magic circle.

And at the heart of this circle, in the center of this hall, there is an obsidian altar suspended in mid-air, and two huge figures stand next to this altar, whispering and talking in a strange language.

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

Said in a deep voice.

"Isn't it going to be a mistake?"

A deep voice said.

"That also requires these orcs to be alive, and although we hate that guy, we must acknowledge his strength...... Alright, let's start the ritual. ”

"Ha, ha."

And the deep voice smiled: "This is a curse that uses the power of the true god, and no one in the mortal world can resist it. ”

And the deep voice was full of disdain and anger: "Let those dragon slayers know that killing our kind will cost lives and everything. ”

With their words, a set of armor that was tattered and covered with black blood scabs suddenly appeared in the center of the obsidian altar, and countless tentacles composed of pitch-black mist stretched out from the altar, and then climbed on top of the armor, with the trembling of the tentacles, black and red appeared in the altar, like vein-like lines, the turbid red light was flourishing, and the blood circle above the vault also followed the pulse of magic power, breathing out the breath of chaos like a living thing.

And in the far north.

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

(To be continued.) )