87_87643The whole Agus seemed to be in a panic, "the thunder over Agus" Gone, all kinds of gossip circulated in any place where there were Argus, whether it was the common people in the city or the farmers in the plains, they seemed to have lost their patron saints, and they seemed to feel extremely lost because of the loss of the archmage who represented the power and victory of Argus, and even the weather was very cooperative.

None of the three who had just returned to Watan were allowed to return to their quarters, but were instead placed in a public resting place in the Tower of the Seven Sins, and although everyone still had their own room, surveillance was still everywhere, which was to be expected—only the three of them were back in a search party of hundreds of people, including a Supreme Council Archmage, and the trial or hearing was inevitable.

Morriel stood in front of the mirror, the high collar of the black robe almost buried her entire face inside, and suddenly remembered that the murderer next door was now going to put on a mourning dress for the person he had killed, and he didn't know what it would be like.

It wasn't until he saw the solemn-looking O'Sullivan again in the hall of the Supreme Council that Morriel didn't guess why—Dagulas was still smiling.

The meeting proceeded unusually quickly and smoothly.

The first is to recreate the image of Asha using her detection magic - the archmages still detected the battle - and most of the footage is focused on Forty-Seven, and the image continues until Yatu becomes a storm, and it looks like Yatu actually died at Forty-Seven's hands.

Morriel looked at Singh as if he had no intention of it, and the old man's expression was similar to that of a dead man, and he didn't even shake his eyebrows in the face of Forty-Seven, who was somersaulting in mid-air. I really don't know if he already knows it, or if he doesn't recognize it as forty-seven at all.

This was followed by a hearing and defense, and the three of them confessed in turn according to the pre-said confessions, but the other party was too strong, and Yatu sacrificed Yunyun in order to cover us.

And then it actually passed guò.

Indeed, for ordinary people, even if they remove themselves, the other two are the Earls of the Argus Empire, and the other is the beloved disciple of the Grand Master of the Supreme Council. No matter how much you think about it, you can't get involved in rebellion, and although you have long decided that you will not be punished too harshly - at least not lose your life - it is doubtful that you will pass so smoothly.

What's more, the other party is the highest-ranking archmage of Agus, and he is not an ordinary person.

Until he walked out of the Tower of the Seven Sins, Morriel still had a feeling of being in a different world.

"Tomorrow there will be a public funeral for His Excellency Yatu, go back and have a good rest, see you tomorrow!" O'Sullivan finished speaking, and walked away without looking back.

With such a young age and this concentration, Argus is not an ordinary person, and he is only a mage.

Morriel stood alone for a moment in the great shadow of the Tower of the Seven Sins. The gusting wind actually made her shiver, and the weather was getting colder and colder.

Although the Uther tribe has been affected by the flames of war several times, it still seems elegant and quiet in this wartime interval.

Forty-seven stood in front of a burned tree trunk that was only half as tall as his, and said nothing, the cottage of Custer where he had spent two nights before, and which was now like his master, and would never be before him again.

"The devastation of war is all over the place, and you think this kind of pointless battle is a very stupid thing!" At the same time, there was a rustling sound.

Forty-Seven turned around, and a short treeman followed Uther to Forty-Seven - the so-called dwarf is compared to the other treemen, and even so, he was still half a body taller than Forty-Seven.

"This is Turang, the chief of the Treants. Uther introduced with a solemn expression, but it seemed that when it was Forty-Seven's turn, he was a little troubled: "This is, this is ......"

"I am a guest who will disgrace the elves. Often referred to here as filthy semi-purgatory creatures, you can call me Forty-Seven!" Forty-Seven glanced at Uther, though his eyes were not as white.

Turan's face, which could not tell whether it was on his head or on his body, slowly changed, outlined by the bulging book cover and deep tree marks, and his mouth, nose and eyebrows were squirming a little, and finally it took a long time to make a look of surprise.

Forty-seven immediately gave up the idea of talking to him, otherwise he might have just finished saying hello by tomorrow.

"The Treant Tribe has forgiven us for our stupidity, so don't be obsessed with it. Uther seemed to be speaking to Forty-Seven, but his voice was low as if he were talking to himself: "Because of you and their efforts." Indeed, the pressure on the Sleeping Forest has been greatly reduced, and I must thank you!"

It seems that for the haughty Night Elves, admitting mistakes and thanking them is not something they are good at.

"Where are they, Filgas?" Forty-Seven glanced at Turang, who was standing behind Uther with his mouth wide open—or rather a tree hole—constantly uttering a single syllable.

"Joelis has ordered them to be brought back to the warrior tribe, and while they can no longer live with us as Night Elves, we will not abandon these fellow citizens. ”

"So I've been relieved of my military authority?" Forty-Seven looked down at Uther, "and they'll come back to me as soon as I whistle, even if it's crawling." ”

"I didn't mean that......" Uther mused, as if wondering how to say it so as not to anger the grumpy tin man in front of him, "they are badly wounded, and should be treated first." ”

"Forget it,

It is for this to come to you the land. Forty-seven waved his hand impatiently, "a plan." But it needs your cooperation. ”

Plan?

A plan for a construct.

"First of all, I need to be closer to the edge of the forest. There were also warrior tribes, all of which moved to the priest tribe. Forty-seven didn't notice Uther's somewhat puzzled expression, and said to himself: "Soon the Argus will come and occupy this place, and I will organize a counterattack, and you don't need to worry about losses at all......

Uther's expression became more and more puzzled, as if hundreds of years of age did not help him to learn more about things beyond the forest.

"Hey. Did you hear me, old man!" Forty-Seven began to openly bang the venerable old druid's head with his knuckles.

"This, I can't do this kind of thing alone, I have to discuss it with the high priest and the acting chief of the warriors......" Uther looked at Forty-Seven, feeling that the other party was joking: "Besides, we need a reason. ”

"Trouble!" Forty-seven was turning his joints in different directions, giving the impression that this was a way for him to express his irritability: "Then let's discuss!"

"Hello, delicate construct......" It wasn't until now that Tulang finished his first sentence.

The grand funeral took place as scheduled in the square in front of the palace. Members of the royal family, mages of all ranks, lords of nobility, and all the heads and faces of Argus gathered to see off Archmage Yatu.

As with all the other elaborate ceremonies of the vast empire, the funeral was lengthy and tedious, with representatives of various groups, including Emperor Stanley III himself, taking the stage to pray and bless the deceased Archmage Yatu, and finally Archmage Singh, who was about to doze off in the audience began to shake their spirits, who was the de facto holder of the highest real power in Argus, just look at the influence.

“......”

Everyone held their breath and waited for Archmage Singh. At the same time, it was the attitude of the Supreme Council - whether it was a war on a larger scale or the shrinking of the battlefield out of consideration of the will of the people, it was a matter of his words.

However, Singh didn't say a word.

He raised the staff in his hand abruptly, and a white light pierced through the sky like a swift dragon, and the dark clouds that were gradually hit began to glow with white brilliance, and the gloom that had covered the city of Watan for days gradually collapsed, and the light of the two suns was seen to shine through the cracks in the sky, spreading over the heads of the people and the entire plain of Tanori.

"Beautiful!" returned to the dark and luxurious mansion, and Isabella was still full of praise.

"Do you mean that spell?" O'Sullivan obeyed Isabella's gesture and sat down in the guest's seat: "Truly spectacular......"

"I don't mean that. Isabella shook her head, a little unimpressed by the young earl's knowingly question: "All along. Yatu's influence among the people is the highest among the seven archmages, and in terms of strength, the 'Thunder over Argus' is not in vain, his death is a huge blow to the confidence of ordinary people, and even the royal family, and this qiē. It was all solved by a small spell by Singh. ”

"You mean......" O'Sullivan decided not to be too stupid in front of this woman: "The recent rainy weather is also a masterpiece of the Council?"

"Ho-ho, I didn't say that!" Isabella motioned for a handsome young man to put the tea-tray down, and then waved his hand, and the boy quietly retreated.

This damn ...... But the last time I came, I remembered that the tea field was a bald man......

"However, the people are blindly obedient, and in any case, the crisis of the Argus Empire can be regarded as surviving. Isabella's words pulled back O'Sullivan, who was still looking at the young man who had withdrawn.

"As far as I can tell, there seems to be some misunderstanding between Lady Isabella and Miss Morriel. O'Sullivan picked up the teacup and put it in his hand, and he didn't know when to talk about it after such a roundabout, so it was better to go straight to the point. There's always going to be a showdown anyway.

"So to speak......" Isabella looked languid and seductive half-reclined in the depths of the scarlet couch - if her actual age was not known, "even the Supreme Council had planned to assassinate me in order to take her away from me......"

O'Sullivan's hand shook slightly, and the tea in the cup made a splash that couldn't be smaller—not only because he was surprised that the Council had attempted to assassinate the elders of the Red Robe Mage Society, but also because Isabella had taken the lead in the attack.

"I'm sorry, this news is so shocking!" O'Sullivan put down the teacup in his hand, his surprise was not far-fetched.

"It's nothing, whether in the mage's world, or elsewhere. This kind of thing happens every day. Isabella hooked her fingers slightly, and the teacups on the table flew flat towards her. Generally speaking. High-level mages are very disdainful of casting such ostentatious spells in front of people.

"Yet you are still in the city of Watan, and in addition to your strength, your courage is indeed admirable. O'Sullivan clasped his hands together and looked sincere: "But those magic pages left by Master Lum are really so heavy that the Council will not hesitate to risk having a bad relationship with the Red Robe Mage Guild to assassinate you, and even so, you still insist on staying?"

"You still don't know what a mage is, young Earl. Isabella didn't catch the flying teacup and let it spin around in midair. It's as if it's depicting a weird and inexplicable magic array:"

If the teacher loses his curiosity, then his mage career should be about the same, of course, I have some other reasons......"

"So, you still have a great curiosity about the core part of the Argus Empire's construction technology?" When the time came, O'Sullivan took out a roll of paper from his bosom, not much, but it was very important information from the coat of arms of the Supreme Council gilded on the roll head: "Then, you will definitely be interested in this." ”

Isabella's eyes seemed to light up. O'Sullivan, who was sitting in a slightly brighter place, even felt the light flashing across the darkness.

"The construction information of 'Tower No. 8'?"

The only word that Sullivan could read in this text came out of Isabella's mouth effortlessly, and it seems that this woman has not worked hard.

"This is what I found in the relics that Archmage Yatu left behind in the town of Wilk, and it is worthless to me, but I think it may not be the same for you. ”

Isabella was still curled up in the couch motionless, and the look in her eyes had dimmed at this moment.

"Yatu died a miserable death...... Isabella said in a calm tone, but O'Sullivan was sure that the fish had taken the bait: "So, what can I do to be worthy of your hard-won gift?"

Obviously, the other party has guessed the facts, so he has nothing to hide.

"For you......" O'Sullivan leaned back in his chair, his hands crossed and pressed against his lips. He looked unusually relaxed: "It's as easy as a snap of time." ”

"Get the murderer back! Dig three feet into the ground!" The atmosphere in the Supreme Council chamber was tense and almost exploded: "Argus must not allow this to end here."

Although Quentin has always regarded Yatu as his rival in the past, after all, he is also the Grand Sanhedral Archmage - if it doesn't happen this time, then it won't be a big deal for my Quentin corpse to appear at the head of Watan tomorrow.

"It's natural, but whoever wants to catch it, the other party will even kill Yatu. Kant retorted with some yin and yang weirdness.

"Actually. Yatu's death is very suspicious in itself!" Tanolanti tapped his finger on the table, "I think there will be a re-hearing of the three Dagulas, maybe they missed important details - I still don't believe that the construct could have killed Yatu." ”

"There is no surprise that there is a sky out of the sky, and it is imperative to re-face the people and carefully consider the war with the forest. Aretha methodically pushed her glasses, though no one ruled out the possibility that she was opposed to Hearing Flood because she wanted to protect Dagulas.

Eventually, all eyes fell on Singh—and as for Kiscain, he was still dozing.

Singh was expressionless, and Forty-Seven continued to flutter and move above the hall until the ceiling was illuminated with a concoction cannon, and the battle footage of Forty-Seven kept replaying until Singh suddenly reached under Kiscain's nose next to him.

Everyone was a little baffled by the archmage's actions. But then Kiscain began to fumble around in his robes, eventually pulling out a handful of gold coins and placing them in Singh's palm, the other mages were even more incredulous - especially when Kiscain was still snoring in the process.

"Master Quentin is right, the sinners must be punished!" Singh cleared his throat, his tone was unusually stern and fierce, "I have decided to still let the three of Dagulas lead the team to capture the murderer!"

The other mages looked at each other, and it seemed that after Kiscain, Archmage Singh also showed symptoms of Alzheimer's disease - Yatu died at the hands of the other party, and those three young people were not a piece of cake for others?

"That's not right!" Archmage Thanolanti, who is known for his uprightness - or pedantic, will openly raise his objection to Singh: "This is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg!"

"Gen Singh must have his own disposal. It seems that Kant must also be famous for seeing the wind and making the rudder and patting the horse's ass.

"So......" Singh stood up, and it seemed that the meeting was coming to an end. And the order that was given immediately would be without leeway: "This time Master Kant will lead the team." ”

Moriel's apartment is located in the northeastern corner of Watta City, although it is also in the mage district. But compared to the towering and majestic buildings, the entire building in the vicinity is very small, it is a three-story mage tower, although it is called a tower, but it is more like an ordinary house in appearance, and it is a residence for high-ranking mages - not counting the seven council archmages, who all live in the Seven Sins Towers.

Although the specifications were the same, Moriel's dwellings were more austere than the other mage's quarters in the vicinity, and the exterior walls were devoid of any ornaments, still maintaining the appearance of the tower when it was first built, and the interiors were so simple that apart from the places for sleeping, eating, and magical experiments, as well as tools, there were no other items that might reveal the owner's preferences.

Compared with other mages and nobles, Morrill was clearly more politically unsavvy - a person who did not care about the pleasures of life was often seen above all as suspicious or even dangerous - as can be seen by the garden-like courtyard of Earl O'Sullivan's mansion and the children of the nobility who often gathered there to eat, drink and play.

These were the first thoughts of Sayes before he came to Moriel's apartment