87_87643 "Lord Kiscain, the Pyrolysis Pool is ready!" a high-ranking mage cautiously reported to the old mage who was dozing off in his chair, only to receive a meaningless mutter.

The mage looked back in embarrassment at the cracking pool that had begun to emit a faint green light, and this could not be delayed, and if it was not fully activated, it could not be expected to deteriorate in an hour or a few minutes.

"Your Excellency Kiscain, we need your instructions, should we put the constructs in the pyrolysis tank for initial slag filtration now?"

“......”

The "Kiscain Court ......" mage was preparing to report for the third time, and the old mage was finally alarmed.

"Oh...... Oh, has it already begun?" Kiscain looked left and right, but no one dared to talk, how to concoct this constructor was personally studied and decided by Chairman Singh and this Master Kiscain, and even the other four Supreme Commentators didn't intervene much, and now if he talked too much, wouldn't he become the one who gave the order to start the real thing?

There was silence in the room for a moment, except for the sound of bubbles popping in the cracking pool and the disdainful grinding of forty-seven teeth in mid-air.

"Hmm...... Well, first of all, we need to get rid of the purgatory power that remains on this construct...... "Kiscain finally remembered to read the test plan: "These impurities will affect the purity of the core, and they must be completely removed before the next test can be carried out......"

"Then let's get started!" Kiscain finally gave the order when he had completely forgotten that the plan was mainly drafted by himself.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, at this time, some strange changes suddenly occurred in the cracking tank, which made the dark green oily liquid that had been bubbling suddenly quiet.

Luminescent liquids are a strong source of pollution. Dare to get so close, radiate to death you idiots! If I open this Raushzi, I'll shoot it first.

Forty-seven had a green smile on his face, and he had already begun to imagine the fire on the stage.

His wishful thinking didn't kick off. Because of Kiscain's old dragon clock, the cube prison fell with him into the circular cracking pool below.

The mages around the Lysis Pool all dodged back as if reflexively, and it seemed that they were also very aware of the power of the solution in the pool.

Not a single spill of liquid came out - as the cube fell into the pool, the green solution bulged out of the pool like a mountain bag, as if it had been held together by its own surface tension and did not overflow everywhere, the liquid smooth as a mirror, reflecting the pale and twisted faces of the mages.

Forty-seven in the cube felt a different scene. The cube tilted and slowly fell, finally falling to the bottom of the pool. A little solution seeps in from the outer wall of the cube. Soon they were connected into large swaths, as if they were not hindered by magical barriers like air.

A drop of solution fell on Forty-Seven's shoulder and slid down the nail -- leaving a deep erosion mark in its path.

"What did you think it was...... It turned out that the archmages worked hard to get the ground, but it was just the same trick as the sour snake lizard. Forty-seven sat down cross-legged, not caring at all that the solution was eroding his ass: "I knew that I would be done catching a few in the swamp on the edge of Rain City?"

The pool of solution slowly calmed down, and the mages who were nervously monitoring on the side breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

All that's left is to wait...... Whether it succeeds or not, it has nothing to do with us little people...... The mages exchanged happy glances with each other. Continuing to pretend to stick to his post, no one really cared about what was going on in the pyrolysis cell, and every once in a while he analyzed the composition of the solution according to the procedure, and handed over pages of reports to Kiscain's desk, even though the old mage didn't even read them.

The Empire had gained a huge advantage in the war with the Elves, and the news from the front that it had conquered the heart of the forest sent a frenzy of celebration across the country.

Of course, any of the Argus citizens rejoiced that the Empire had defeated the Elves, even though many could not find any reason to hate the Elves at all, and many of them had never seen the high nobles who had been vilified as demons by the Empire, and their dislike for the Elves was probably simply due to the fact that the war between the two sides had made their lives more and more embarrassing. Or maybe it's a long-standing habit, anyway, from their parents they not only get life and wealth, but also hatred for the elves, and about this hatred, most of their fathers also come from inheritance - love the empire then hate the elves.

The streets are filled with a happy atmosphere, and flowers and flags are displayed. Merchants put their proud goods in front of the shop windows and shouted loudly, juggling troupes also took the opportunity to go out into the streets to make a fortune, and the taverns sang and danced like a festival.

Most of the emperor's ** team was still stationed in the forest, but as the commander of the battlefield, Kant and the rest of the people were still recalled to the city of Watan to receive the emperor's commendation, and when their guard of honor entered the gate of the city of Watan, the atmosphere finally reached its peak, and all the glory belonged to Kant. Despite the capture of forty-seven, he did not exert much effort.

"Dear Master Kant, please allow me to take the liberty of having a drink with the great heroes. Justice Lucas walked over with a glass in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Oh, of course, how dare I not accept the host's toast!" As Lucas drank his wine, Kant glanced deeply at the Chancellor's wife beside Lucas, and the other party immediately responded.

It is rumored that Mrs. Lucas is as beautiful as a fairy, and it is really good.

The Emperor had just finished a celebration party for Kant. The ministers came to Lucas's mansion one after another, compared to a serious royal banquet. Private parties were even more popular with them - not to mention that Lucas had already invited Master Kant first, and it seemed that the chief justice had spared no effort to get himself in.

There are usually no characters here that they don't feel comfortable with or don't like

Shi was all absent except for tonight's protagonist Kant, and as for the rest of Levine, naturally he would not receive the invitation, and the rest of the people did not seem to be of sufficient level, and only Dagulas attended. She spends the night in and out of the crowd, and while Dagulas is coveted by many as a woman, her bizarre personality and status as an Imperial mage are truly discouraging, not to mention her teacher.

"Master Flickiner is also here at the Humble House, and it's really splendid. Flickiner walked into the hall dressed in a sumptuous court gown, and he had even gone home to change his clothes before he came, though his skinny body looked more like a clothespole.

"Master Kant is worthy of being the great mage of the Empire, your talent has surpassed that of many famous Imperial Commanders, and it seems that the war with the elves will soon be over. You will build feats that no one else will ever be able to achieve. Flickiner ignored his master, Lucas, and walked straight to Kant, who seemed to be still a little worried that Lucas could invite Kant, but when it came to slapping horses, Kant and Flickiner were quite angry.

In front of the Council, the Cabinet is like a wine brew that competes for the wind and is jealous. It seems that this sentence circulated among ordinary people is not unreasonable.

"Haha, where......" Kant glanced at a closed door at the back of the hall, smiled knowingly and went on to greet the other guests.

Frikina wandered absent-mindedly in the hall for a moment. disappeared into that door, this qiē did not escape Lucas's eyes, the person he wanted to talk to and his political opponent had to talk secretly in his own home, and it seemed that this time it was the turn of the chief justice to be angry.

At this moment two more distinguished guests appeared at the door of the hall, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Curitt, and the Foreign Secretary, Spencer, who had never heard of them as Kant's guests of honour, or even if they had never been close to each other, and perhaps even they realized that Kant's victory might well rise to prominence in the Council.

Lucas was standing in the middle of a group of aristocratic colleagues, talking about something, when he saw Curritt and Spencer appear. Instead, he subconsciously moved a little closer to the corner that was not noticed.

Suddenly, Lucas felt a little frightened, and the laughter and opulence of the banquet seemed to suddenly move away from him, and looking around, Kant and Dagulas did not know where to hide, and for a while the hall that had been full of guests seemed to be left alone.

Luxurious in the Lucas Mansion. The guests laughed and the music was unbridled, but at the moment the frenzied Tanvari seemed insignificant, and the city was in a state of boil.

Isabella is overlooking the night scenery outside the Imperial City on the balcony, the people who have been partying all night and the bright city of Watan seem to be holding an unprecedented carnival, the many floats on the road to the Imperial City are accompanied by a fierce rhythm, all of them are drunk and intoxicated in the joy of victory, and no one seems to remember that this road has sent away a deceased beloved and respected Imperial Archmage in the rain not long ago, Yatu.

This is what you want to see, what you always strive for. Stubborn old guy.

"What are you thinking?" she said, and a person slowly walked out of the darkness, two glasses in hand, the taste of red wine was rich and intoxicating.

"It's nothing, it's inevitable to sigh when you're older. She took the cup and laughed so much, but she didn't want to return to the darkness, so she lay on the railing with a lonely expression.

The beautiful and graceful figure is so attractive in the moonlight, and the long brown hair is shiny and flowing, and the smooth skin is not lost to any young girl. Set off her beautiful face, looking at her is really reminiscent of old age.

The latter sighed softly. I didn't say anything flattering, just looked at the night scene thoughtfully.

To be honest, it's really a mystery about Isabella's age, she can be among the ranks of the eight mentors of the Red Robe Mage Society, not only by relying on extraordinary talent, but also need to accumulate over the years, the vast knowledge provided by the magic net needs to be constantly figured out and practiced, the Red Robe Mage Society is the leader among many mage groups, its magic strength is enough to compete with the Empire, and an archmage like Singh is not willing to fight with the Red Robe Mage Association lightly.

As the envoy of the Red Mage Society to the Empire, Isabella also enjoys enough respect in the Argus Empire, and although she is only a guest minister, she is qualified to participate in many high-level meetings of the Imperial Mage Society. It shows the strength and influence of the Red Robe Mage Society.

Of course, this is not a good errand, the red-robed mages will always be ambitious and do not want to settle down, they have coveted the rich Notari Plain for a long time, and the purpose of sending envoys is self-evident, and of course it is tacit as an empire, this is just an ordinary diplomatic means. But from another point of view, Isabella is not only an outstanding red-robed mage, but also excellent in other aspects, and has won the full trust of the red-robed mage club.

Isabella did a very good job, she constantly mediated in the upper echelons of the Empire, constantly fought for the interests of the Red Robe Mage Society, and was able to skillfully avoid Argus's power struggle, and for many years she used her good connections to maintain a delicate balance between the Empire and the Red Mage Society, until the Empire sent an assassin without warning, that is, the deceased Archmage of Yatu. He was ordered to carry out the assassination himself.

Master Yatu is upright and violent, always puts the interests of the empire first, and is committed to all kinds of measures that are beneficial to the people, because he is a fierce and impartial person and is deeply loved by the people, he is the closest to the people among the archmages, and he and Isabella are quite talkative.

The moment he made a sneak attack, Isabella even felt incredible, such an archmage, it was really hard to imagine that he would actually take despicable means. As a result, Yatu was unable to kill Isabella, and when she reappeared behind the round table in the Archmage Chamber, Yatu's shock was palpable, and he could not believe that Isabella would have survived in that situation.

Judging from the situation that the empire did not hesitate to assassinate to obtain Moriel, Morriel was in charge of the important things that the archmages of the empire were restless, but because of his own negligence, he did not get the first chance and almost died. Having lost Moriel, she did not panic or fight because of the Empire's murder, but simply accepted it very calmly. In this way, the big things have become small things.

She knew very well that if the red-robed mage learned that she had lost such a clue, even if he almost paid with his life for it, he would not have any encouragement for his selfless and loyal behavior, but would be questioned or even dismissed because of it.

Her only option was to swallow the bitter fruit and wait for her chance.

Opportunities come unexpectedly.

"Would you like to dance?" she smiled, turning her head sideways.

"Very honored. But I'm not a good dance partner, and I don't have time. The person next to him put down the cup.

"That's a shame. ”

"Please unravel their magic and arrange a reasonable memory for the time I am gone. Following the direction of the finger, two men stood on the corner of the street under Isabella's windowsill, shaped like sculptures, motionless.

"Willing to help. Isabella waved her fingers.

"So what will my trip be on this time? I hope it's not too ridiculous. The black-haired young man smiled helplessly, and his figure dissipated in a blink of an eye: "Thank you for your hospitality." ”

"You're welcome, Mr. Earl O'Sullivan. ”

Frikina looked at Master Kant as he pushed the door in, with an anxious look on his face that the sky was about to fall. The same as when he was calm outside: "It's a big deal, Master Kant! I can't find Gen Singh and Gen Kiscain, so I have to report back to you!"

"Don't be in a hurry, what the hell is going on?" Kant was a little absent-minded, and seemed to be still thinking about Mrs. Lucas, who was still gasping in the third-floor bedroom.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, you're about to besiege the Supreme Council!" Flickina leaned over and lowered his voice: "I have no choice, so I came here directly to find you!"

"Siege?" Kant frowned: "Are you drunk, how can there be such a thing!"

"It's true!" it looked like Flickiner was about to cry: "In the palace, I heard with my own ears that His Majesty the Emperor and the Minister of War Darna were discussing this matter. You can't go wrong!"

"You mean, they're going to besiege the Sanhedrin?" Kant stroked his beard. Still looking incredulous: "You dare to say this without evidence? If there is no fact, neither the Imperial Cabinet nor the Council will let you go!"

"So there's no way I'm going to lie!" Flickina suddenly took out a piece of paper from his arms: "Look, this is an order signed by His Majesty the Emperor to the defense troops of Watan City, look at this list of generals, all of them are cronies of the Imperial Cabinet!"

Kant took the paper, but he didn't look at it in detail before raising his head: "The reason? Why do they want to deal with the council, it doesn't make sense at all, I think you should investigate it again! I still have very important things, what a waste of time!"

"Wait a minute, Your Excellency Kant, can you tell me where Gen Singh is, I must report this to him!, or else......" Suddenly Flickiner could not speak, and he looked down in disbelief at the large hole in his chest that almost split his body in two, and then his body collapsed suddenly.

Kant, who had been about to turn around and leave, walked back at this time, scattering some nameless powder in his hand, and the corpse of Flickina, who had been turned into a pile of flesh, disappeared without a trace after a puff of smoke, and the marble floor was spotless as if it had just been wiped.

"Idiot!" Kant stroked his cuffs before turning to leave.

Kiscain slept and woke and woke and slept, and it was hard for him to sleep so soundly in such an uncomfortable chair at his age, occasionally making two gestures or poutings?

By the time Singh re-entered the room, it had been almost a full day.

"Enough. Stop the reaction and drain the lysis cell. Compared with the old man next to him, who was still confused, the order of the elder was straightforward and clear.

The already dark solution gradually descended—slowly revealing a cube cage filled with black liquid.

With Singh's gesture, the cube slowly rises and returns to where it was the day before.

The liquid was gradually draining, and Forty-Seven was not completely dissolved, but it did not quite match what Singer had expected—even Kiscain's faint eyes suddenly leaked a glimmer of light.

A hand clapped against the wall cover of the transparent cage - if that could be called a hand.

As the hand slashed, the cacophony passed, and five long flaming flames remained on it, like staves. What appeared in front of Singh, Kiscain and the others was a terrifying metal skeleton, and it was not entirely accurate to say that it was a skeleton, because it was a humanoid form composed of a large number of complex parts, and the complex humanoid and insect-like skeletal structures were perfectly intertwined and mixed together, and the steel armor that once covered the whole body? The horns are gone, and with every movement he makes, he can see which joints and limb bones are moving, and there are some gaps and hollows in the structure, and he can even vaguely see the scenery behind him through his body, but this is not because of fragility and damage......

Two dark red lit up, and it was forty-seven with bright eyes. His throat and jaw were moving clearly, like a skeleton talking, leaking a little from the loss of the protection of the shell: "Ladies and gentlemen, good morning, noon and evening—oh, there seems to be no ladies." ”。