"Is Cialira really that important?" The baron took the silver plate and waved his hand to drive away the waiter.

"It's important, not important." Moerfan frowned.

If he could overthrow the emperor and take away the throne, Cialira would not change anything even if she came back.

But that well-known prophecy still made him feel very uneasy.

The descendants of [Ancient Blood] will eventually rule the world.

"Okay, no matter what..." Mary picked up a snack and fed it to the duke's mouth: "How are you going to deal with him?"

Moerfan turned his head, avoided the food handed to his mouth, and took it directly with his hands.

Although Mary Valerdi is very charming, he still feels awkward from time to time.

After all, she is over twenty years older than herself.

"I believe he is indeed very strong. But no matter how strong he is, he is only one person, and no one knows whether he really represents another powerful country..." Moerfan said slowly:

"Maybe he was just bluffing, just a scattered warrior, or maybe he himself coveted the ancient blood."

"So you're still not sure?"

"I don't know." Morfan looked at Mary, and a hint of ferocity suddenly appeared in his eyes: "But I want to bet."

"Duke, you scared me." Mary angrily.

Moerfan then stretched his eyebrows and said softly, "Mary, you know, I've been waiting for too long at this moment."

He sighed.

That failed attempt a few years ago almost destroyed the entire Furis family.

Fortunately, his father prepared for the future and cut with Bronie and Alda in advance in time, and did not let Enhill catch the evidence. After that, Enhill was always on guard against them.

Although the Merchant Guild is now evenly influential with the Emperor, Enhill never gave up on the attempt to break this balance and eventually destroy them.

Morfan took Mary's hand and continued:

"Originally, Enshire had accepted Cirila's disappearance, and my father and I gave up our original plan and were only ready to maintain this fragile balance. We waited for Enshire to take over the throne after he passed away, but who knew that such a person would jump out of the way! If Cirila was really found back, the emperor's throne he obtained would be gone, and Enshire, who has the heir, would definitely break the balance. He would leave no room for liquidation of all the nobles of the merchant guild!"

Moerfan shook his head:

"I don't want to add a few more stone slabs to the Royal Ballroom!"

"But you know how miserable Vatil ended up..."

"I know." Morfan interrupted the woman: "But no matter how powerful he is, he can only rely on spells. How is Philiba prepared?"

"She has just arrived and has almost prepared."

"That's good. It's really hard for her to not come to the dinner all night. Be careful before you thoroughly understand the true strength of this person..." The Duke took a deep breath. "After the meeting until dawn, everything depends on Philiba."

"Also, find someone to stare at him tonight. If he has something to do with Enhill, or if Enhill is abnormal, we will act in advance!"

"No problem." Mary said in a sweet voice, snuggling into Moerfan's arms.

"My Duke, don't worry anymore. Let's enjoy this night."

Touching the beautiful woman in her arms, her body temperature came through the leather armor, and the charming body fragrance filled her nose.

However, at this time Moerfan had no interest.

"Mary."

"What's wrong?"

"You can leave the city overnight, I need you to supervise the army myself."

"Can't you trust Arian?" Mary looked up at the man.

"We two can't stay here at the same time, and I only believe in you, and Arian only listens to you. We must make sure that everything is foolproof."

"Okay, okay, my Duke, I'll leave now." Mary pushed Molfan away and turned around and left, then turned around and smiled charmingly: "When the dust settles, I want you to double the compensation."

Looking at Mary's departure back, Morfan recalled what Zach said in the end.

He felt a bone-broken chill.

He seemed to have returned to the night a few years ago, when the imperial guards rushed into his home for evidence, and he could only pray helplessly that the other party would not find anything.

The three dukes fell from then on.

After a night, the seven counts and several families of all sizes became hundreds of heads stuck in the golden tower. When people's hearts fluctuate and balance is broken, their power is so vulnerable.

But now it's different.

Moerfan crushed the dessert in his hand.

The army closest to Goswellen City is in his own hands, he is the "sword-holder"

Thinking of this, his mind gradually calmed down. He stood up and looked at the sea outside the window. The lights in Goswellen City had already dimmed.

Countless fishing boats were approaching Xiannied Island.

The sea surface is as calm as a mirror, and a complete and bright moon is reflected on it.

Can a mage be killed by another mage?

joke.

In front of thousands of troops, what is a small mage worth?

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The banquet ended at midnight, and the group followed the waiters back to their rooms to rest.

Zach opened the door and a scent of chamomile came to his face. An uninvited guest was already waiting for him.

"Ms. Margarita, you've gone to the wrong room."

There was no one around, and Margarita posted it directly: "Mr. Stuart, how about you teach me a few magic?"

The door quietly closed behind Zach.

"Wait a minute, how did you come in?"

The golden curly hair brushed on Zach's shoulders, making his neck feel itchy, and his gentle breath blew in his ears.
Chapter completed!