Chapter 917

Byrne, red blood castle.

The dark haired wizard was standing outside the ward door. In the distance, he was disturbed by the continuous bell of the cathedral.

The funeral of Juren Eckert should have ended yesterday - but at Charlotte's strong request, it was turned into a grand mass ceremony and will last for a whole week.

There is only one purpose: to keep the messenger of the Prince (Brandon de saleon himself) in the red blood castle and give outsiders a reason why he can't leave.

What's more, he really can't go now.

On the other side of the door, Charlotte looked anxiously at Lauren with her eyebrows locked, and the letter stained with blood in his hand. She hesitated and didn't know what to do.

Even now, Charlotte couldn't believe what Lauren Turin, who was stunned at that time, told her in a hurry.

Eckhardt de sallion... His majesty, the twelfth emperor of the Empire... Died.

The man who always controls a corner of the Empire and can always predict everything died in his bedroom... In the hands of a small assassin!

Why is that?

Sherlock as like as two peas, she could not guess that her reaction was exactly the same as that of a certain night watchman she had been so disgusted with, and her royal highness, which was a great hatred to her.

Of course, she could not imagine that anyone who heard the news could have a second reaction.

But what really worries her is not the intelligence itself, but Loren Turin.

The death of Eckhart II will completely disrupt his overall plan - even for Byrne, the Turin family and the interests of Brandon de saleon... Loren must devote his energy and resources to the upcoming war on the throne.

This is absolutely contrary to his idea.

If the power behind the Azor kingdom is really as the elf warrior said, if the "black cross" serliol really will return from the void again;

Then even if we gather the strength of the whole empire, there may not be an absolute chance of victory... Let alone an empire divided into two and hostile to each other.

Forced, Lauren, who is in a dilemma, after all

"Charlotte, Charlotte?"

Huh?!

The absentminded Countess suddenly woke up and saw the black haired wizard who had just frowned, standing in front of her with her head tilted, laughing and waving her hand: "what are you thinking, so distracted?"

"No! Nothing!"

The countess with a stiff face snorted angrily and turned her eyes away without hesitation.

Is it really because you Lun is too tired? I'll worry about him even for such a guy?!

"Don't worry, there's nothing to worry about." with a slight smile, the black haired wizard said leisurely: "in a sense, it's a relief for me."

"Alas?"

Charlotte looked surprised.

"I don't know when. As long as I think I can have a smooth sailing, something will happen." at the beginning, the corners of the black haired wizard's mouth aroused a helpless smile:

"Clearly just want to eradicate vampires, but finally want to fight the church;"

"I thought it was easy to be someone else's wizard consultant, but it turned out to be an enemy of evil gods;"

"I'm so unlucky to be threatened that I can still encounter the riots of the living dead;"

"I went to the northern ice sheet and was almost buried alive;"

"When I went to the imperial capital for vacation, almost everyone shouted and beat;"

"Run away to Byrne and live in the red blood castle..." with a funny smile, the black haired wizard looked at Charlotte with a slightly drunk face: "how could he be elected as the new Duke and lead the soldiers to war?"

"Bang..."

The countess turned her head and snorted.

Lauren laughed even happier.

"So don't worry about me at all - this kind of bad luck has long been a common occurrence for me... On the contrary, it has been too smooth in the past two or three years, which makes me a little uncomfortable." scratching his head, the black haired wizard took a long and deep breath:

"Well, the emperor is dead... In case of such bad luck, that means I will... Well, go a little better in the next period of time."

"After all, even if God wants to torture people, he has to give a buffer period."

Charlotte can't understand the incredible theory... She doesn't want to understand it now.

"I don't care what you think, but it must be handled properly. It's important not to interfere with the mass ceremony in the cathedral and the funeral of Youlun." Charlotte raised her chest and said with unquestionable strength:

"There are many important things to do next. The earls and Knights of the thirteen leaders will gather in the cathedral to watch the ceremony. This grand event will disturb the whole Bain, and there is no room for mistakes."

"In addition, please... My Duke, think carefully about how this chaos should end, and don't make it as irreparable as the original imperial trial!"

The voice fell, and the Countess of red blood Castle bowed "respectfully" and left Loren alone outside the ward without looking back.

The dark haired wizard smiled.

When on earth did she become so "tacit" with Charlotte?

Without much to say, she could guess in what direction her next plan would change - whether it was a mass ceremony or a ceremony that startled the whole principality, there was only one purpose

Awaken the war potential of the whole principality again and concentrate in this red blood castle city.

The death of Youlun Eckert will ignite the anger of Byrne people, and the angry Byrne knight is willing to go through fire and water for his Lord.

A week's time was enough for the 13 earls to find out the situation and reach a proper agreement with Loren; Whether the result is to encircle the principality or compete for the throne... The more time-consuming the situation is, the more we should take our time.

Of course, more importantly... She has to set aside time to convince Brandon de saleon.

This is likely to detonate the whole imperial civil war, and Bain must take the initiative to a certain extent.

Whether it is helping Brandon ascend the throne or reaching a compromise with Conrad to some extent... Byrne cannot be completely tied to a chariot and become a consumable for the interests of others; We must make the decision of maximizing interests according to our own needs.

Therefore, Loren must first convince Brandon to stabilize the restless Prince and let him accept his ideas, rather than let Byrne completely obey him.

Byrne can send troops, and Loren can fight for Brandon with the thirteen leading knights and the dwarves of silver helmet mountain; But the premise is that we can win, and it is to win the right and happy people.

"Creak..."

The door in front of me was opened.

The two figures staggered out of the ward one after the other.

"Oh, oh, I'm really tired... Two more times, my old bones will probably be completely put in the coffin?"

"What are you talking about, master ashamei - he has recovered very well, even the sequelae of opening the valve last time..."

"My silly apprentice, don't talk nonsense; remember, as an alchemist, your every minute is very valuable; if you let others know that your work is actually easy, those evil employers will try their best to squeeze you!"

"It's nonsense again. Are there any employers in the world who can squeeze you..."

The helpless little wizard, while coping with the answer, helped an elder who was teaching her "life experience". Limited to the height gap between the two, he "limped" to the black haired wizard.

"Master ashamei, ain... How's it going?"

"It's OK. The injury has been basically controlled... It's better to say that he can run back with such a serious injury, and he hasn't been found until Bain's territory. This vitality itself is a miracle."

In an instant, the "energetic" Harlem van ashamei loosened his arm held by the little wizard, and his expression was very relaxed: "in addition, I have to praise the devil hunter boys on the wings of the sky... The first-aid measures are very in place, saving me a lot of things."

This is a matter of course - first aid in an emergency is one of the necessary skills of demon hunters; Since they want to fight monsters alone in the wilderness, Dalton certainly won't forget such an important subject.

"The real trouble is the two empty forces invading his body." the little wizard added: "the empty residue on his body surface and wound is very strong, and ordinary treatment can't be eliminated at all."

Lauren frowned slightly, and the smile at the corners of her mouth gradually disappeared.

"The first is the penetrating wound on him - the wound looks like it was caused by an arrow, but it can't be healed because of the residue of the void, so it can only be closed reluctantly; but this way can only be temporary, and we must find a way to get rid of it." the little wizard said anxiously:

"The second place is on the body surface - a very terrible force of emptiness. It clearly can't see the injury, but it seems to be frozen from head to foot. The physical function and consciousness become very slow. Therefore, it slightly curbs the two penetrating injuries... But it still runs back in this case. This perseverance..."

The little wizard didn't go on and shook his head.

"I don't know the former one, but the latter one is obviously Elbert's usual trick." ashamed slowly opened his mouth: "the empty residue piled up over the years is used as a weapon and fortress by this guy."

"I heard that you, Duke, visited him when you were in the imperial capital. You must have seen the horror of this power."

"Hmm..." the black haired wizard nodded silently:

"I still remember."

The atmosphere became a little cold.

Obviously, whether it is the penetrating injury of the former or the frostbite of the latter, it is not so simple to completely eliminate - even if it can be suppressed, the void residue must be eliminated slowly over time, and there is almost no good solution.

"Although it can't be completely solved, there are still some ways to make him a little more comfortable."

Ashamei suddenly said, "we can cooperate with the Runes of the high-level magic spell to make some painkillers with strong void power to alleviate his condition."

"Wouldn't that let the power of emptiness erode his body?" Ayn doubted.

"Yes, but on the contrary, a stronger force of emptiness will restrain the emptiness residue in his body." ashami shrugged: "as for the erosion of his body... I don't think it's nothing to be eroded by the emptiness residue of elbird."

"I left the tools and some potions for writing runes in my room. My dear silly apprentice, can you help your elderly mentor?"

"It's not a silly apprentice!"

Although he said so, the little wizard turned and left obediently and hurried to ashamei's room.

It was not until AI Yin walked away that the smile on ashamed's face gradually disappeared, and his meaningful eyes turned to the same calm black haired Wizard:

"His highness Brandon de sallion is waiting for you in the ward, Duke."

Loren was slightly stunned and looked at the dark Ward: "when did he go in?"

"He's always there. He just asked us not to tell you." achamay shook his head. "He insisted on seeing Peter FASA and wanted to hear from him about... About his majesty Eckhart II."

"But he was disappointed - even in his coma, Peter didn't say a word about the bloody assassination; from this point, it is very consistent with Dalton kand's evaluation of the night watchman."

A group of people who dig out secrets and keep them secret.

Of course Loren knows what the tutor says.

"He is very angry and frightened now... Like a little son who always complains about his father's unfairness, but really heard the news of his father's death one day... Although it is true." ashamei's eyes are very complex:

"Be careful what you say, my Duke - for now he is very fragile and impulsive; any words that are a little too extreme or inconsistent with his heart may irritate him."

"I understand. It's not the first day I've seen the disgraced prince." with the corners of his mouth tilted slightly, Loren still had the heart to make a little joke.

Asamai nodded and smiled a little, but didn't say much.

Walking into the dark ward, it took his eyes a few seconds to adapt to the slightly dim light before he could barely see the figure sitting opposite the door.

He was alone, motionless like a sculpture, sitting in a chair in the corner, silent.

On one side of the hospital bed lay Peter FASA, who was seriously injured. The bandages all over his body were almost unrecognizable.

"Come in, Loren?"

A deep, hoarse voice sounded in the room.

The dark haired wizard was stunned - if he was not very familiar, he could hardly hear Brandon's tone.

In the dim light, I could only vaguely see his figure. He sat hunched in a chair, his elbows on his knees, his drooping head covered his cheeks with hair, and I couldn't see his expression.

It's like trying to hide yourself from others - it was unimaginable before.

"Just right, I just thought... It's time to talk."