Lord of Glory

Chapter 128: The Wanted Order Is Issued

So the matter was settled, and the crowd dispersed. The Marquis Carmon had specially arranged for him a new room. It made sense that this would be the case. However, when Paladin passed by a dark corner, he saw that the guard who had originally come to report the information and had been rewarded with ten gold coins from Marquis Carmon, was currently lying in a pool of blood, dead beyond repair. The blood-stained hand was still holding those ten gold coins. At that moment, it also let Paladin know deep down that Marquis Carmon was not a kind person either.

However, Archbishop Sarrier, who had watched himself acting from beginning to end, accompanied himself all the way without saying a word but was surprised. Paladin couldn't endure this feeling and stopped in the corridor and said helplessly, "My honorable Archbishop, what is the meaning of this smile?" "It's hard to see, it's really hard to see. You're so hypocritical that you can't see a bit of hypocrisy." .

Sarrier uttered such words that he didn't know whether it was a compliment or praise. It only made Paladin roll his eyes and be speechless. But right at this moment, the sound of throwing iron boots suddenly echoed in the corridor. Paladin turned around to look, but he saw that the personal guard who hadn't seen anyone for a whole day, Macedonia, was coming to the two of them with a silent face as if he was treating Paladin as air, bending down and saying to Sarrier, "Your Excellency the Archbishop, the matter has been completed."

Paladin frowned and whispered with some annoyance, "The Templars responsible for protecting me, ah. Macedonia, do you know that someone tried to assassinate me not long ago?" Macedonia, who had his head bowed, was silent, and to Sarrier's ears, it sounded like he was blaming him. Solely smiling and snorting, he patted Paladin's shoulder in a very friendly manner and said, "This matter is my fault. How about this, I'll treat you to a good meal tomorrow to apologize to you." Saying that, he immediately pushed Macedonia in front of him, and the latter immediately confessed and led the joyful Sarrier to turn into the corridor, out of sight. As for Paladin, who was standing in the same place, his face was somewhat calm, but he secretly kept an eye out.

The next morning, when the Doppelganger put on the clothes, looked at Orinna blushing face with a sweet look, re-change that light armor. Immediately pulling Orinna full of love, went forward to last night's meeting hall to go. Along the way, Marquis Carmon and Count Torch also walked out. When they saw the two of them, the doppelganger and Orinna, who were glued together like newlyweds. Count Torch was shocked beyond words, straightening his open mouth as he looked at the birdlike Orinna. It was as if the worldview was instantly shattered. Marquis Carmon, on the other hand, was calm. Just looked deeply at the doppelganger and didn't say anything. Straight away, he walked into the conference hall as if he hadn't seen anything.

Waiting for a few moments, he saw that the people had basically arrived. Marquis Carmon curiously asked Archbishop Sarrier, "Where is Father Paladin? How come I haven't seen him?" "Oh, brother, he was shocked last night and is still in deep sleep. Thought it would be the same for me, the brother, to come. So I didn't report it to the Marquis, so please forgive me." This was the doppelganger speaking. Although this excuse was crude, but these noble lords didn't care about the stay or go of a small priest, and Marquis Carmon was merely asking politely. Suddenly, the wall next to him twisted, and Bericolando stepped out of the wall with his staff and a crystal ball in hand. He raised his head full of long snow-white hair, glanced at the nobles present, and placed the crystal ball on the tabletop. Speaking softly, he said, "Keeping the promise, everyone please remain quiet."

Saying so, he slowly and methodically took out a wand from his sleeve that was only about a foot long and dark. It gently tapped on the surface of the crystal ball. Suddenly! The crystal ball emitted a gentle silver light! It disappeared in the blink of an eye. The originally crystal clear crystal ball suddenly became pitch black. And to the shock of the Marquis Carmon and others present, the crystal ball slowly flew up, and a dead thing full of darkness emitted a sense of oppression like breathing! As if this crystal ball is living like magic!

But at this moment, one side of the standing Bericolando suddenly bent down with his staff across his chest, acting in a very respectful manner. And that black crystal ball floating in mid-air suddenly issued a hoarse voice: "All of you Kasmi Duchy nobles. This is my first meeting. I am the magical guide of the Forest of Hellite's title, Sequoia Tree, Nasimodo."

Creepy! Marquis Carmon, Count Torch and even Orinna as well as the Archbishop and the others, including the doppelganger, stood up with a thump of fright! Hellite's magic guide! This was a magic guide! It was said that the only currently known Archmage Masters were the presidents of the three Masters' Guilds. And none of these three stood at the pinnacle of humanity. Although they never walk around the continent and don't participate in any resolution of things. But even the emperor of the Englan Empire, Lurban III had to lower his voice and be careful when he saw them. And the magician who was only under these three was tantamount to being the true manipulator of the Mage's Guild! The true head of the continent's magic field!

Marquis Carmon, who deeply knew what kind of weighty figure this was, had a very tense face, as dry as a Naked virgin, hurriedly bent down and said with a hundred and twenty-thousand points of respect: ''The great, all-powerful, noble and wise Lord Nasimodo! Your presence adds countless glory to even this humble house!" While the nobles such as the Divergent and Count Torch were kneeling on the ground, not daring to utter a single breath. Marquis Carmon's greeting with the title of Marquis was already considered a bit of an arrogance. Where else would they, the nobles, dare to speak?

But out of the crowd's expectation, this Nasimodo, one of Hellite's magical instructors. However, he was surprisingly amiable: ''Hey, don't be so polite as soon as you meet. That's why I hate you nobles, wasting time endlessly." Saying that and ignoring the frozen Marquis Carmon, that hoarse voice cast straight to the side of the respectful Bericolando: "The things you submitted up last night, I've already discussed with a few other old guys. Have you brought the things?"

Bericolando very respectfully took out a small delicate wooden box from his sleeve. Gently opening it, he said, "Teacher, this is the remnants of magic left behind." The doppelganger's eyes were sharp and immediately saw that in that small wooden box, there was actually a small fragment of ice crystal! It must have been the product that remained that Nashura released his magic last night. However, he couldn't figure it out, even if it was condensed by magic, but it was still an ice crystal, how was it preserved until today? At this time, that crystal ball had no sound and fell into silence. Until after half a sound, that hoarse voice only once again rushed the crystal ball out: "Indeed it is Nashura's magic wreckage. Ai, that student of mine must be trying to quarrel with me."

"Teacher….." Bericolando immediately remembered that there were still outsiders here, and the latter laughed indifferently, "Your kid is just too serious. Never mind, the wanted notice we have already authorized to be issued. It'll spread all over the continent within a month. That's it." As soon as the words fell, a red leaf suddenly emerged from the crystal ball, with magic runes faintly flowing on it. Bericolando caught the falling leaf in one go, but that crystal ball once again emitted a hoarse voice: "That young man over there, it's Archbishop Sarrier, isn't it. This time the matter is really hurtful. Nashura no longer belongs to our Hellite Mage Association. I still hope that you, Archbishop, will discuss this with Gregory."

The half-kneeling archbishop shivered, the Gregory that Nasimodo spoke of was their pope nowadays! Gregory III! Such a significant matter Sarrier certainly could not agree to it himself, nor could he recognize such a disrespectful title, "Master your request will be reported to the Holy See exclusively. As for the outcome it is not for me to decide. It is also up to His Holiness the Supreme Pontiff to decide."

Hearing the Archbishop's incomparably formulaic reply, Nasimodo in the crystal ball immediately grunted in a very uninterested manner and said to Bericolando in front of him, "Yo, remember to make a trip to the Forest of Towers sometime. It's time to meet your friends and classmates as well." As soon as the words fell, the dark interior of the crystal ball gradually disappeared, and in the blink of an eye it had lost its original aura like an ordinary crystal ball. Powerless, it was about to fall to the ground. Bericolando silently took the crystal ball with one hand. Holding the piece of red leaf in his hand, he handed it to Marquis Carmon who stood up and said: "This is the magic seal. You guys can issue the wanted notice."

Carmon froze as he took the leaf. Bericolando also took his staff and crystal ball without a word, turned his head and entered the wall again with a turn of his head and disappeared. Only the nobles present remained, wide-eyed and silent. It wasn't until half a dozen times later that the Count Torch on one side couldn't hold his tongue and opened his mouth, "Alarming the Magician, this matter has to be told to the Grand Duke, right?" "Yes, he should be told." Marquis Carmon helplessly nodded in agreement.