Law of the Devil

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Chapter 116 [Emperor Du] (top)

The room is now full of Duvi and Clark the Mage, and the cavalry. The cavalry was a small leader of these guards who followed Dewey back to Empire this time.

Dewey sat there in silence with a gloomy face and had no idea what was in her mind. The cavalry is also heartless. Army-specific ordnance came out. These assassins were carrying these things to assassinate them. I'm afraid the opponent's starting point is quite small...

For a while, the room calmed down and only the Rollins' cavalry outside was busy cleaning up the mess. Six of the Rollins' cavalry were killed and four wounded in the assassination. Everyone was busy gathering the bodies of the dead and healing the wounded.

The cavalry leader watched the young master not speak, dared not walk away, dared not say anything, could only stand silently in front of Dewey.

After a long time, Dewey raised her head and ignored the cavalry leader. Instead, she walked to Clark first, respectfully saluting him, and smiled a little: “Thank you for your hand, Master Clark, otherwise, I'm afraid I'm a corpse now. ”

Clark's magic drained a lot and his face was pale, and he stood up quickly to be polite. Dewey shook his hand and said positively, "Be gentle, I'm telling the truth. If you hadn't saved me, I'd have been killed by these people. It's just that it's not easy...”

Speaking of which, Dewey paused deliberately and didn't go down.

Clark was also an intelligent man, and he glanced at Dewey and said, “You are a Bachelor of Magic from the Magic Union. If you need anything, just say it. ”

Dewey smiled and his eyes were still gloomy, so he turned around and looked at the cavalry leader, pointing at several pairs of military crossbows on the ground, fading away: “Burn these things immediately and leave no trace. After what you just said to me, don't mention it again when you get out of this door. It's rotten in your stomach! I don't think it's very reliable. It's probably some kind of poisonous counterfeit, you know? ”

The cavalry leader looked up and looked at Dewey with cold eyes. Although he was a little boy, Dewey was still the first son of the Count, and after so many things, he naturally had a sense of majesty. The cavalry leader nodded immediately. “Yes! Young Master is right, maybe I was wrong, I left the Imperial Army for many years, many things are wrong, it is also possible. I was talking nonsense, please don't blame the master! ”

Dewey waved and sighed: "Okay, you go out, you tell everyone to pack up their stuff here, and you send someone to the big town nearby to find a place to guard it and let them know about it. You don't have to say anything else, say there was a robber who greedily plotted the cargo in our convoy, and that's why we were attacked. Do you understand? If you say half a word you shouldn't...”

Speaking of which, Dewey hummed softly, his hand pressed gently on the armrest of the chair. For a moment, the wooden armrest was immediately wrapped in a layer of ice crystal. A silk chill appeared. Dewey's hand pinched hard and sounded clear. Although the armrest appeared complete, the inner part had already been destroyed by the chill. Dewey pinched, and suddenly smashed! Dewey then took a deep look at the cavalry leader.

The head of the cavalry couldn't help but lose his scalp. I just thought that the young master in this family's eyes, though young, were really scary. What kind of cold eyes is that like a 14-year-old boy? I'm afraid none of their generals in the army necessarily have such a gloomy eye. Hurry up and nod.

Dewey just laughed: “You go... go to Managing Director Mudd and collect a hundred gold coins, I reward you. ”

The cavalry leader was afraid to speak again, hurriedly bent over to salute him, then lifted several bows on the ground and turned around and went out.

Dewey, this is just a glance at the Clark Master, and the smile on his face relaxes a little: "Sir Clark, can you see how I handle this? ”

Clark is also a dark surprise: where is this young master of the Rollins, such a mind machine and a means of handling things, like an adult teenager? Needless to say, this steady and insidious only, in Didu, few of the descendants of the Homen nobility that I know are comparable.

Almost died just now, so quickly can calm down, in the situation of things fluttering away, still understand, silent, endured. Such a mind machine...

And the magic of the little show of hands can instantly destroy a wooden armrest with cold air, such a level of magic, I'm afraid has reached level 4.

Clark thought about it and laughed immediately: "Young Master Dewey, you handled it well. I'm afraid it's not easy, and it's not quiet right now. ”

The two people smiled at each other, but their faces were very intimate even though their hearts were counted separately.

Something so big happened in this giant wood town, Dewey didn't dare to rush the road even at night. There were not many people around him this time. God knows if the people who assassinated him left behind. It would be difficult to rush on such a night. Otherwise, it would be bad if the other party ambushed themselves halfway through the wild.

A quick horse was sent to the nearby big town to inform the local guards, and Dewey let the remaining Rollins guards guard the hotel's doorway until dawn.

By the next morning, several of the cavalry sent out had returned and a team of 300 local guard cavalry troops had arrived in a large nearby town. The guard officer in the nearby town heard that Count Raymond, the eldest son of Imperial Army Commander No. 2, the young master of the Rollins family, had encountered such a thing in his own jurisdiction, risked his life and was shocked. Fortunately, Dewey was not dead. Otherwise, he was probably responsible for a lot of things. Hurry up and bring your best 300 cavalry.

Seeing Dewey, Dewey's face was pale and his body was injured. Although it was much better under Clark's magic therapy, after all, Clark was good at dark magic and the treatment was not very high, so Dewey's wounds were still not completely healed. The local guard commander was heartbeat and ordered his men to go out and search for the "bandits", and brought good medicine. Thanks also to the cleverness of the chief guard, a clergyman was hired from the temple in the city before the trip.

The temple is very powerful on the continent of Roland, with temples in every big town, and is responsible for collecting taxes from believers everywhere, on the one hand, and for promoting the influence of the temple, on the other, and temples everywhere are the strongholds for believers to pray and serve the gods. And the people of the temple, the best at the spells of the light system, even the lower clergy, the treatment of the light system is not low.

Originally, Dewey carried with him the magic baggage left by the old magician Gandhoff, which contained the youth fountains he had brought out of the ice-covered forest. This spring water has tremendous healing properties for injuries. But Dewey didn't want to use this spring to heal his injuries, because he had a strong desire to learn magic, and he planned to have opportunities in the future, and perhaps learn about deformation, which would be greatly affected if he drank the Fountain of Youth.

Dewey was polite to the guard officer who brought the temple, while Clark was arrogant and ignorant of the temple people. Obviously, the relationship between the Magic Union and the temple was not harmonious, and the two sides naturally had nothing to say.

With the help of the clergy, Dewey's wounds healed quickly and then proceeded on the road towards the Emperor, protected by the elite cavalry of the garrison.

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Along the way, Dewey was relieved with a large group of men and horses to protect him. Just looking at the Clark Mage riding with himself in a carriage, Dewey also thought:

This guy is also weird... The Magician sent him to give me a gift, but sooner or later, he came halfway to find me. And all the way to me, I'm afraid... to protect me? Did the magician already know that someone was going to be bad for me?

If someone assassinates me, it means someone doesn't want me to live to die! And the Magician needs me to go to Emperor...

What does my little teenager have to do with these guys?

These questions are in my heart, and Dewey doesn't say anything, so I'm just heading north.

On this day, we finally arrived outside the capital.

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The Emperor of the Roland Empire, since the founding of the Empire's founding Emperor Aragon Roland nine hundred and sixty years ago, must have been here and gone through the great repair of the Emperor of the multi-belt dynasty in nine hundred and sixty years, the Emperor has become the undisputed first male city of the Roland mainland!

The natural and wonderful geographical environment, facing the canals, the rivers are developed, infinitely vibrant to the emperor, the rivers, the merchant ships to and from constantly. And hundreds of years spent repairing roads with countless financial forces, emperor centered, even more so! So on the continent of Roland, there is a famous saying: A road leads to the Emperor!

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