"Your Majesty, what kind of person is the most powerful in your opinion?" Rabel said. Although he wanted to tell the king and all the ministers here about what he saw, Rabel knew very well that the king might not be able to listen. If he wanted to let the king understand his meaning, his speaking skills were very particular.

"I know what you want to say. The heir of the Medin family is a magic apprentice. Everyone already knows this." Label's head-on-headed Lord of the Judicial and Political Affairs Office interrupted.

Rabel has always disdained this immediate boss who is full of heart and mindful of how to make money.

He continued to ask, "Your Majesty, which kind of magician is the hardest to deal with?"

Everyone looked at each other when they heard Rabel's question.

Now no one can guess Label's intention anymore.

"I have no way to answer this question. I can only ask Master Vach and Chairman Nile Erre, and maybe I can get an accurate answer." The king shook his head and said.

Marquis Keane seemed to suddenly understand what Rabel meant. He leaned over to the king and whispered: "Vissue Ista means that the magicians standing on our side are not difficult to deal with, but the magicians standing on the enemy are all in great trouble."

Hearing this sentence, the others showed a sudden enlightenment.

Only Rabel shook his head and said, "I admire Marquis Keen's wisdom, but what I really mean is that the most difficult magicians to deal with are those who are unconventional. Your Majesty, do you still remember your great grandfather, the bloodthirsty magician whom His Majesty Franz 14, who once sieged the whole country? In ten years, more than 30,000 people were killed, and the terrible plague that affected the entire kingdom, and a magician was sacrificed. Have you ever heard of a magician who is even more difficult to deal with than him?"

Everything Rabel said made everyone creepy. The disaster that swept the Kingdom of Frons, the demonic blood magician was once one of the most feared nightmares of the kingdom. Although half a century has passed, everyone here will not forget the years when everyone feels worried. Most of them have reached the age of sensibility when the Blood Magician was rampant. Those tense and terrifying years have carved deep scars in their hearts.

"You mean that little magic apprentice, who is also a normal mental madman?" the king asked, sitting upright, his tone seemed solemn and nervous.

"No, Your Majesty, it's worse than that. There is a kind of person that is more terrifying than a madman. No king in this world dies at the hands of a madman, but there are many people who die in their hands. Even the wise and powerful king will feel terrified and afraid of them." Rabel said.

The court adviser obviously understood what Rabel meant. He took a breath and muttered to himself: "Assassin, an assassin who is proficient in magic." This time Rabel nodded.

Marquis Keane's words were like a raging snowstorm that had been introduced into this warm conference room. The big men couldn't help but shrink their necks.

"What the hell is going on? You don't have to go around in circles anymore. I already understand what you mean and tell us what you have found." The king's expression became solemn. The word assassin was enough to make him frightened.

A wise and powerful king like Folang Shi V, his chest could not contain the small Folang Shi. Thousands of troops and the strongest magicians in the world were all gathered under his command. The world was almost mastered and in his palm. But an assassin who did not leave his name in the history book ended the life of the greatest king of the Folang Shi Kingdom and also ended the most brilliant and brilliant era of Folang Shi. If the brutal and terrible blood magician was the shadow of the king's heart, then his fear of the assassin was deeply imprinted in his bone marrow.

Before this, he had only anger and contempt for the Thursburg and the Medin family. Even though the Robert incident made him stand on the edge of the cliff of power, the king did not regard Thursburg as an opponent that threatened him. The Elder House, Prince Phillips, and the Holy See were the enemies he really cared about. Originally, in his opinion, the incident in Thursburg was just that he accidentally brought the vitals to the other side, and the real pain that made him feel came from the other three enemies. But now, a magic-proficient assassin appeared in front of him. If this was the real killing of Thursburg, then Thursburg would be far more terrifying than any opponent.

Whether it is the Elder House or Prince Phillips, they only want their own throne. But the assassin is completely different, and their own life is their goal. Fear spreads across him, burning his soul like wildfire.

"Label, please help me solve this problem and completely solve it." The king roared hysterically.

"My Majesty, if this is your will, I have to obey it, but my Majesty, I must say that this is the worst choice." Rabel replied calmly.

"Your Majesty, I agree with Viscount Ista." Marquis Keane also persuaded:

"The real purpose of Serthburgh is only to retain the ownership of the Medin family's hereditary territory. To be fair, this requirement is not excessive. The situation has developed to this point, which has exceeded the original expectations. What's more, we know very little about Serthburgh. Your Majesty, do you know that there are still more powerful killers who have not appeared before us?"

When Marquis Keene saw His Majesty the King gritting his teeth, he seemed to have not heard his words into his ears, he had to strengthen his tone and said, "Your Majesty, don't forget that Mr. Bairndit is the last legal heir of the Medin family. If he dies, the Medin family will lose the way to solve the problem through legitimate channels. If you kill Mr. Bairndit, wouldn't you force the Medin family to use the killer?"

The words of the court legal counsel shocked the king.

"Yes, Your Majesty, why did you forget that your real enemy is your younger brother, Prince Phillips. The control of Serthburgh is just a trivial matter. Even if you do not take back the control, the taxes paid by Serthburgh every year are already quite generous. In this way, Serthburgh is in our camp. If they are forced to force them to get over by Prince Phillips, we will be in trouble at that time." Marquis Farrel hurriedly helped. After all, if he broke up with Serthburgh and Serthburgh sent assassins, he would be responsible for the king's safety. This is a thankless and quite dangerous thing.

"Your Majesty, now is the best time for us to deal with Prince Phillips. The agreement signed with Delizhi can make us legitimately reduce military expenses. With Prince Phillips' financial resources, such a huge army, he can last for at most two years. What else is there to be scary if there is no army? But once Serth Fort joins forces with him, things will not be like this. Although Serth Fort's financial resources are not enough to support such a huge army maintenance cost, if you let Prince Phillips last one more day, the threat to your Majesty will be greater, and other wealthy families in other places may also see the wind turning the rudder. By that time, the situation will not be as optimistic as it is now."

The scheming Marquis Keane's depth of viewing the problem was naturally different, and his words made the king fall into deep thought.

"Rabel, please come here to invite Master Vach, I want to listen to his opinion." The king said with a frown.

Marquis Keen was always a little disgusted with the court magician Vach. He looked at His Majesty the King helplessly. He had been invading him in this circle for so long, and it was clear that His Majesty the King had not fully accepted their suggestions. Before deciding how to treat the heirs of the Lord of the Serthburg, he summoned the court magician, but in fact he had already put the weight on the wrong side.

Vach is an extremely conceited person. His opinions will only make His Majesty the King have blind confidence. Conceited people are also unwilling people. Marquis Keen can even guess what advice Vach will make to His Majesty the King. Marquis Keen felt deeply helpless, and he could only hope that Master Nile Erre, chairman of the Magic Association, could turn all this around. Master Nile Erre is a true wise man.

As Marquis Keane expected, after the arrival of the palace magician Vach, everyone was driven out of the conference hall, and the master of the magician wanted to have a separate conversation with His Majesty the King.

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After leaving the kingdom, the Director of Law and the Inspector General boarded their respective carriages. Marquis Keane came on a sled like Rabel, but Marquis Keane's sled was much more exquisite and beautiful, and the sled was four ponies.

Marquis Keane glanced at Rabel's sled and said with a smile: "Mr. Ista, your priest is in good spirits. I also played this sled when I was a child."

Rabel shrugged easily about Marquis Keane's joke. He knew very well that Marquis Keane was one of the most unbiased people of all ministers, and his jokes were all kind-hearted jokes.

"Sir Ista, would you like to walk with me?" asked Marquis Keane.

Rabel naturally would not refuse the invitation from the Marquis. In his eyes, Marquis Keane was a respectable figure.

On the sled, Marquis Keane put a blanket on his knees. Such cold weather was really unbearable for an old man like him.

"Vissary Ista, what do you think of the heir of Serthburg?" asked Marquis Keane.

"There are four ladies who walk with him. I don't think he was here to assassinate His Majesty the King on this trip, but he is one of the most dangerous people I have ever seen. His actions, manners, and eyes all prove that he has been rigorously trained and is the most terrifying dark night assassin." Rabel said.

"Dark Night Assassin? This is the first time I have heard this term." Marquis Keane said with a smile.

"Marquis, this is our classification of assassins. The Dark Night Assassin refers to those who have received the most stringent assassin training, proficient in various weapons and infiltration escape skills, and rely on the cover of the night to conduct assassination. There is also an assassin called the Performance Assassin. These people have not undergone special assassin training, but they cannot be distinguished among ordinary people. They can be nobles or civilians. Finally, there is also an ambush assassin. They often act in groups, are proficient in joint attack tactics, and are good at using heavy weapons and crossbows." Rabir explained.

"This is strange. As the heir, training him to perform assassin is the most suitable choice. With the Count and the magician, he will never guess that he is actually an assassin." Marquis Keane said to himself.

"This is also something I find strange. I can only guess that Sethburgh did this to create the strongest assassin. In terms of lethality alone, performing assassins and ambushing assassins are difficult to compare with the Dark Night Assassin in any case. It is not easy to train an excellent Dark Night Assassin successfully. The way of training the Dark Night Assassin is extremely cruel and even distorts human nature. Therefore, the Dark Night Assassin who have been trained will inevitably be different from ordinary people. Their eyes are extremely sharp, their pupils can contract freely, and their eyes are always wandering. A little movement will attract their attention." Rabel said.

"You can definitely be sure of that? That kind of characteristic seems to be visible from excellent swordsmen, and there are also thieves and thieves who are also keen and pay attention to the movements around them at any time." Marquis Keane asked.

"It shouldn't be mistaken. These people give us a completely different feeling. Swordsmen have the temperament of swordsmen. Thieves and thieves are born to be afraid of us, but the feeling brought to us by the Dark Night Assassin is dangerous and a sense of oppression. They are cold-blooded killers who despise human life, and they are no fear or fear." Rabel said.

"How many such dark night assassins are there?" asked Marquis Keane.

"As far as I know, Prince Phillips has trained many assassins, including at least a dozen of Dark Night Assassins. When the Peron family controlled the Elder House ten years ago, the Elder House also maintained some assassins. Among the local wealthy families, only the Wooden family and the Sibiliu family owned some assassins. These two families have assassins for centuries. They are probably the two families with the richest experience in training assassins in the Kingdom of Francis. In addition, the thief unions also have many assassins, and the most dangerous assassination comes from them." Rabel replied.

Of course, Marquis Keane knew that Rabel had hidden some things and said nothing. His Majesty the King must also have assassins, and these assassins were probably in the hands of His Majesty the King's "loyal dog" in front of him. But Marquis Keane would certainly not go to inquire about these things.

"Is there any way you can effectively deal with the Dark Night Assassin?" asked Marquis Keane.

"Marquis, how many kings have been assassinated throughout history? Haven't they thought about how to protect their lives?" Rabel asked back.

"This is exactly what I am worried about. If you don't solve this problem, Your Majesty the King may not be able to sleep or eat. I hope Your Majesty will not make the wrong choice." Marquis Keane sighed.

"Marquis, I believe you won't stand by! Do you have any plans to tell me? Maybe I can help," Label hinted.

Marquis Keane naturally knew what Rabel meant. The Ista family, who served as direct spies from the Wang family for generations, possessed countless unknown information. Many things may not even be clear about His Majesty the King himself, but the Ista family has detailed records.

"I'm going to visit Master Nellerere, maybe he can do something," said Marquis Keane.

"Marquis, do you respect the Chairman so much? As far as I know, the Chairman will not have a conflict with Master Vach, and there may be some tacit understanding between them." Rabel said in a low voice.

Marquis Keane was indeed shocked, and he also lowered his voice and asked, "Does Your Majesty know about this?"

Rabel frowned and said, "Your Majesty trusts Master Vach, and I just made speculations based on some clues. How could I report this kind of thing that is irrelevant to the overall situation and has no real evidence?"

"So who do you think is behind Mr. Bairdit?" Marquis Keane asked again. Although he had guessed in his heart, he still wanted to get more accurate information from Rabel.

"It's hard to say that the Holy See has spent a lot of effort on this matter. Yilei and the Holy See are both indirect and external. If Yilei is training magicians for Serceburg, I fully believe this. What's more, recently Serceburg suddenly has advanced technology to make glass. This was originally a strictly conservative and absolute secret. The secret collaboration between Yilei and Serceburg is no longer just a guess. However, there are also reports that it is the two masters Andeli and Masque who support Serceburg behind the scenes. This is not impossible. Master Andeli and Yilei have a close relationship. Master Masquei has been friends for many years, with Lord Hyde and the chairman of the Southport Commercial Federation." Rabel told Marquis Keen everything he knew.

"Does your Majesty know this?" Keane asked again.

"How dare I hide this? But His Majesty replied that it was impossible that the two masters Andeli and Masque were supporting Serthborg, because Master Nileere confirmed this matter, and the two masters were busy with magic research, and they could not find time to care about the other people's affairs outside." Rabel replied.

Suddenly, Rabel lowered his voice again and whispered: "His Majesty the King has become extremely confident recently, as if it is closely related to the news brought by Master Nile'ere. I guess that the magic research on those two masters may make His Majesty master a very powerful force. If I guess correctly, Master Nile'ere has already set everything beside the other two masters." After saying the last sentence, Rabel whispered: "Marquis, I advise you to keep a certain distance from Master Nile'ere. That master is not the kind of noble character you think. He is not much different from Master Vach, but one does not know how to hide himself, while the other one is much more brilliant."

Marquis Keane looked at the unpretentious secret detective leader in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know whether he would go to the Magic Association.
Chapter completed!