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"Change your mind, it's a pity that you don't have much choice, survival is the first priority!" Dagulas walked straight in the other direction, looking as leisurely as if he was walking in his own yard, "You won't be stupid enough to admit to the old fellows of the Council that you pushed me down, it won't do you any good!"

"What, then, would it do you to shield me?"

"Another day, dear!" Dagulas threw a flying kiss with her back to Moliel, and left on her own.

Although many of Dagulas's behaviors are different from ordinary people, she will definitely not be a good young lady who is so magnanimous, but because many of her behaviors are different from ordinary people, her purpose is also so vague, but the matter will definitely not end like this......

As Morriel descended the last few steps, he suddenly saw a somewhat familiar figure standing in the shade of the ornamental trees in the square.

This man had brought her the doom she had thought she had escaped, the untold troubles that followed, the past that twisted repeatedly in all kinds of pain and hatred, the confused and gloomy future...... But now, at the sight of this young man in a gorgeous and neat military uniform, who was no longer in high spirits and only depressed when he first saw him, Morriel could not even raise his spirits to be angry.

"Hello, Miss Morrill. ”

O'Sullivan gave an impeccable salute and spoke first. He also looked at Morriel. After Rain City, he had only seen Morriel four or five times. At first, he even thought that this young female mage would not live long...... But now, she stood proudly in front of her, still dressed in a fiery red robe, but embellished with the unique golden ornament of Master Argus, which became clearer and clearer.

"It's rare to see you here, Lord O'Sullivan. Morrill replied coldly but politely: "Council Mission?"

O'Sullivan smiled bitterly. Since when did the counts of the empire beg for an errand under a group of mages like mercenaries?

"No, not yet. O'Sullivan pondered the wording: "There seems to be something wrong with the recent war with the Night Elves...... So I thought if it would be useful for a warrior like me to do a little bit of my best to deal with a new type of enemy that we barely know about. ”

He looked at Moriel's expression, and the other party was still calm: "Oh, that doesn't bother you." The seven Supreme Archmages shouldn't have left yet. I want to take advantage of these two days in the imperial capital to take a break and study some of the mysteries of magic...... Well, I lost my company first. ”

After a few simple pleasantries, the two people who had crossed paths fiercely continued to walk away along their own trajectories - who knows if there will be an even greater collision in the unknown future?

As O'Sullivan walked down the steps towards the Mage Tower, where the council hall was located, he remembered the conversation he had with his father in prison two days ago.

"I think that the first thing to do is to find people in the court who have the same goal, and then we can form an alliance by reaching a consensus, so that I may be able to regain military power, and then you don't have to suffer in this hellish place. O'Sullivan looked at his father's face.

"My child, this place is no different from the rest of the world, and do you think that the courtyard here is not big enough for me, who was born weak? The old earl laughed a little, and coughed.

"How can this be the same?!Sooner or later it will ...... in a place like this."

"Sooner or later, I will die, although your grandfather is very disgusted with my physique, but he also has to admit it, that's why I can live for so long, if he forced me to become a half-hung samurai, then the mages of the battlefield or the council would have killed me a long time ago, my brothers were all the strongest warriors in the empire, but it was me who became the earl in the end, it's ironic. It's like the lucky ones who get an inheritance by accident. Feet's smile was full of self-deprecation.

"Just like me. O'Sullivan's clenched fist was about to explode.

"Don't blame yourself, Count O'Sullivan's battlefield has never been the front line, strictly speaking, inheriting the title of earl is equivalent to carrying the entire family, which is also our fate. ”

"But I ......"

"Sounds like you've got a good candidate? "The old earl has a good time.

"Isabella, one of the eight elders of the Red Robe Mage Society, and her disciples. ”

O'Sullivan looked up at the sky, Shuangri is always one in the east and one in the west in this port city, so the night always seems so short for Watan City, people seem to be driven by Shuangri to run tirelessly according to the trajectory of fate, never stopping.

"I said a long time ago, this kind of place will not allow an apprentice mage like you to enter!" Sayes pulled the reluctant Hunter out of the large library: "You mass-produced battle mage has no mentor's guidance, and you don't have comprehensive basic learning, even if you put those thick spell books in front of you, I still have to worry about you being blown into charcoals by the chaotic magical energy! Go, go, go to the docks, and then go back to my house for a drink or two, my cook's cooking is delicious......"

"But...... It's hard to come once......" Hunter wept and turned his head to look at the deep door of the Great Library.

Just now, when he was reporting on the battle situation he saw, let alone commenting on the archmage, he didn't even see a living person, he sat on a strange-looking chair, answered the question asked by the voice that didn't know where it came from, and then he was kicked out without even saliva, and finally dragged Sayers, who had more trouble reading books than, to the big library to take a look, but was ruthlessly rejected by the mage on duty in charge of the spell book area, and even threatened him to use silence if he talked nonsense......

Alas, Hunter hung his head, gave up his resistance, turned away, and slammed into Sayers, who was standing upright and saluting.

Morriel looked at the two stunned little mages in front of him, and the footsteps that he wanted to pass by them suddenly stopped: "What? Do you want to go into the library to have a look?"

"Ah, Commander Moriel!" Hunter quickly stood up, and he could see that he was happy: "Yes, but the mage on duty won't let us in......"

"I didn't expect us to meet again so soon, Commander Moriel, as you said!" Sayyas's foot stepped back half a step and stepped on Hunter's toe, who immediately broke out in a cold sweat, but did not dare to make a sound because Morriel was present.

"It's okay, come with me. Morrill walked towards the library door, and Hunter winked his eyes at Sayers, who immediately followed.

Suddenly Morriel stopped, and Hunter, who was following closely, almost crashed into Moriel, but fortunately Sayers grabbed the collar so that he didn't really hit it, but Hunter also burst into tears because the collar was tightly strangled around his neck.

Morrill was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around, twisted a clasp with certain symbols from the collar, and handed it to Hunter: "You can go in with this, I have something to leave...... What are you crying about?"

The north side of the glorious road, which can accommodate dozens of horses galloping side by side, is almost all kinds of magnificent buildings, and the south side is not only the royal garden, but also some public gardens and pools and other leisure facilities, these fresh and elegant flowers and gardening objects whitewash the peace of the capital of the Argus Empire, highlighting the extravagance and prosperity of the northern district and covering up the poverty and chaos of the southern district, as the capital of Argus and the seat of the royal family, but also as the first major port city in the connection between the empire and overseas colonies, noble luxury and hustle and bustle are not in harmony but helplessly blended together, just like the relationship between the supremacy of the royal family since the founding of the country and the development from an auxiliary union to the powerful Mage Council.

Stanley III slammed the battle report on the royal table.

"Gentlemen!" said the gloomy look on the young emperor's face: "Those bastards of thugs, murderers, and arsonists swept almost half of the Tarnori Plain! Seventeen estates and farms were destroyed in two days! Among the innocent victims were even several lords who had made great achievements for the Empire! Civilians and serfs outside the city fled to the city, and a large number of industries were abandoned -- making people panic, well, if we don't say anything else, the price of pork in the market alone has risen more than fivefold!"

The Emperor paused, his gaze swept over the faces of the ministers standing in the chamber.

"I'm not trying to point fingers at you. But I want to remind you that the conflict between the empire and those elves in the sleeping forest has lasted for hundreds of years, and after more than a dozen emperors, there has never been such a heavy loss......" Looking at a group of silent ministers, the emperor stood up angrily and helplessly, and walked back and forth in front of several cases: "The war has burned to the territory of Argus, if it continues like this, I think that soon the city of Vatan will also fall into the hands of the enemy!"

"The conflict between the Empire and the Elves has been taken over by the Council for a long time, so the courtiers think it is safer to leave this matter to the Council for deliberation before making a decision......" Justice Lucas cautiously voiced his opinion, but was immediately overshadowed by the Emperor's roar.

"It is the subjects of the Empire who are suffering heavy losses now!It is the reputation of the Empire! It is not the Senate! Everything is decided by the Senate, what do I want you cabinet ministers to do!" The Emperor sat back on the Emperor's throne with some discouragement, and it seemed that he himself was similar to that seat, but it was just an ornament, for he soon realized his gaffe: "I mean, of course the Senate will make the right decision, but until then, do you have nothing to offer?"

"Your Majesty, I hope I can make a statement and express a meager opinion!" O'Sullivan walked out of the queue and bent slightly to express his wishes. Morriel, who was standing in the crowd on the other side, looked at O'Sullivan - he had returned from the Tower of the Seven Sins, and he still hadn't gone up? Originally, he, like himself, was not qualified to participate in this kind of imperial meeting, and it was really rare for him to ask for participation by name.

"Well, Count O'Sullivan, please speak!" The emperor agreed to O'Sullivan's request before several cabinet ministers who were about to open their mouths: "This meeting is not only to convene cabinet ministers to participate, but also to get more voices and suggestions!"

"Night elves rarely leave the Sleeping Forest, so, first of all, we can't rashly identify the murderer as the Night Elves......" O'Sullivan ignored the resentful eyes cast by Justice Lucas and others, and began to tell his opinion: "According to the battle report, there are only a few people on the other side, and they vilely avoided our elite troops and attacked the almost unarmed inhabitants scattered in the vast Tanori Plain, so that the empire was unable to defend against the enemy's attack and suffered heavy losses!"

"Well, you're right, Count O'Sullivan, but I also know this, so do you have any countermeasures?"

"Since the opponent's combat method is guerrilla warfare carried out with a high degree of mobility, then we should go toe-to-toe and set up a hunting team with a small number of people but composed of elite mages and warriors, I think it is more appropriate!" O'Sullivan paused, and Morriel, who was standing behind several people, felt that O'Sullivan's gaze seemed to sweep to this side: "Of course, this must first be approved and supported by the Supreme Council, so that it can be implemented more effectively, so as to eliminate the group of enemies of the dangerous Agus Empire!"

"Don't be delusional, I know your intentions very well!" Lucas suddenly stood up and spoke: "You are still in the period of reflection, and the Supreme Council has not revoked the punishment of your authority, and you don't want to re-...... in the name of leading a hunting team."

"Lord Lucas, please be quiet for a while and listen to what the others have to say, is it okay?" Stanley III slammed the precious jade cup in his hand, and a slight crack appeared on the shocked cup. It seems that His Majesty the Emperor is really angry, Lucas retreated with a red face, and began to secretly regret it, even if it is used as an ornament, the young man sitting on the throne now is also a person who can take his own life, if he is provoked, even if the backer Supreme Council behind him comes forward, he may not be able to save himself.

No matter how young he is, how he is considered to be just a puppet manipulated by the Supreme Council, but after all, it is His Majesty, Stanley III, the Emperor of the Mage Empire Argus.

The entire chamber fell into a brief and awkward silence.

"I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear just now, of course I remember that the council's punishment for restricting my military authority has not been revoked, I just proposed to build yì, and I didn't intend to be the commander of the hunting party myself, so that Your Excellency the Chancellor misunderstood, it was my fault!" O'Sullivan explained with a smile, and even Lucas had to admit that after years of training, this young earl, who had only been arrogant and instructing others before, had become more and more mature in politics:" If this plan can be supported by the Supreme Council, I do have a candidate......"

Seeing that no one was silent, O'Sullivan continued to think to himself: "That is the Moriel mage who was just appointed as the commander of the Northern Theater not long ago, no matter what point of view, Morrill Mage is the best candidate!"

"Oh?" the Emperor replied softly, and began to search for the mage named Moriel.

Morrill knew very well in his heart - except for the solid-headed fool of Forty-Seven, there would not be a second person who could cause such a big mess in the Tarnori Plains, the rear of the Argus Empire's front, although he had realized something in his heart, but when he heard O'Sullivan's mouth say his name, Morriel's heart still trembled slightly.

Yes, maybe I'm really the best candidate.

Morrill walked out of the crowd quickly and saluted the Emperor: "Commander of the Northern Theater of Operations, Moriel, see Emperor Majesty!"

The emperor doesn't know much about this mage who has risen from silence to a hot celebrity in the council in the past two years, although he has heard a lot of rumors about her, but the only provider of the rumors, O'Sullivan, is also vague and half-understood, and now that she is the commander of the Northern Theater directly appointed by the Supreme Council, the emperor does not have much way to conduct a more in-depth investigation.

"Commander Morriel......" The Emperor muttered for a moment, he believed that O'Sullivan's choice today had his reasons, but on this occasion, nothing could be said too clearly: "I want to hear your opinion, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

This damn tin bastard, in order to protect him from too much attention of the Supreme Council, he has been deeply involved, but this guy seems to be completely rusted to death if he doesn't make some trouble in a day! But there is no guarantee that the Supreme Council is completely uninterested in the rumors about Forty-Seven, the mysterious appearance of steel structures, and the ability to devour and destroy constructed weapons...... In particular, Singh, who didn't say a word at the hearing, is an old thing who is better than the devil, what is he thinking? And what kind of calculation is this O'Sullivan?

"Judging from the current situation, Earl O'Sullivan's construction is undoubtedly very appropriate, as for my nomination, I am really ashamed, I am only going back to the city this time to attend the hearing convened by the Supreme Council and complete the debriefing report, and in fact I do not have an official military position in the Empire, so I ......"

Morrill turned his brain quickly, while trying to answer the emperor's questions as decently, for the delicate relationship between the council and the emperor, Morriel just wanted to avoid it as much as possible, not to be involved, but now O'Sullivan's words have pushed him to the cusp of this knife edge, could it be ......

"That's okay, Commander Morriel. Since you can be authorized by the Council to command the formation of troops, is it still an important question whether you have the false name of the emperor?" "The Minister of War, Darna, a tall middle-aged man flicked the cuffs of the general's uniform with some dissatisfaction, his wife is the aunt of Stanley III, who is very close to the royal family, and has a lot of complaints about the current situation of the mage holding the power of the empire, but as a logistics manager who can actually command more than a hundred or so civilian personnel under his hands, complaining is already the limit. The lessons of the O'Sullivan family are not fake.

"Okay, the specific arrangements will be discussed later, and this operation really needs to listen to the opinions of the Council," the Emperor raised his hand slightly, stopping his uncle's grumblings: "But if the current situation continues, the consequences will be unimaginable! Then, Count O'Sullivan, since you are the initiator of this military operation, it is up to you to report to the Council and make a decision, so be it!"

In the hallway outside the chamber after the crowd had cleared, Justice Lucas walked at the back, apparently still haunted by the gaffe he had just made at the meeting.

"Your Excellency Lucas, it seems that this council will not be able to veto the resolution of His Majesty the Emperor!"

When Lucas looked up, a shriveled guy who could almost hang on the wall as an oil painting looked at him with a grin.

"Yes, Your Excellency Flicina, but as His Majesty the Emperor said, the archmages will not allow such atrocities to exist, no matter what, the enemy will be destroyed!"

"Ho ho, that's right, ah, I'm going back to the palace with His Majesty the Emperor, please go slowly, Lord Lucas!" Frikina said and walked away with a few shakings, like a pile of walking paper.

Although he also has the Supreme Council as his backer, this guy always seems to be waiting to see my jokes at any time and place - with the status of Minister of the Interior, this bastard is gradually gaining the favor of those mages by taking advantage of the advantage of being closest to the Emperor, wait and see, sooner or later you will not laugh!

Walking out of the palace, Lucas looked at the last round of the sun that was about to sink into the sea, the night was coming, followed by another long day, and he really didn't know when the day would come when he would really raise his eyebrows......

I'm so sorry...... It's a boring meeting again...... I'm about to vomit myself......

Thank you again for those who can still watch it