"Maybe it's because I believe you can truly understand the fear that exists in my heart. We are all those who escaped death in that catastrophe." The chairman said and stood up slowly.

"That nightmare will always exist in my memory." Prince Phillips sighed long.

...

The scenery on Lilac Avenue in the evening is very charming. Most of the nobles who live in Lilac Avenue are not interested in the powerful nobles who are proud of their youth, so there is a bit more leisure here.

An old man walked slowly on the sidewalk alone. Although his pace was still extremely steady, his hunched body showed that he had entered the twilight years of his life. Perhaps for him, there were few opportunities to walk in the dusk sunset so leisurely.

A handsome middle-aged man in a straight dress with two beautiful beards walking leisurely, looking no different from any of the little nobles everywhere in the capital.

But no one could have thought that this elegant middle-aged man possessed powerful and magical power. He was a magician, and his skill was not common even among magicians.

After Count Darkru greeted His Highness the Prince, he walked side by side with him, as the two seemed to be old friends who had known each other for many years.

Earl Darkru knew very well that something important would have happened, otherwise His Highness would never have taken the risk of revealing his whereabouts.

"Have you ever heard of the 'Wrath of God'?" Prince Phillips asked leisurely. The chairman started with this topic. His Highness wanted to see what his number one think tank would react.

"The name sounds quite majestic. It must be a great thing to take such a big risk. Since it should be a magic to attract me, the magic that deserves your attention must be related to the great magician Kaimildit. Before that, the person who had the closest connection with Kaimildit was the only one of his disciples, the famous little heir of Sethburg. It seems that Mr. Lomel is in big trouble." Earl Darkru said with a smile.

"Your wisdom sometimes scares me." Prince Phillips shook his head and said.

"Thank you for your compliment." Earl Darkru said with a slightly bow.

"You should guess what I want you to do." The prince said with a smile.

"Isn't this our established plan?" said Earl Darkru.

"It can be done a little more obvious now. I have to prove to the Chairman that we have made great sacrifices for this powerful weapon." Prince Phillips said leisurely.

A shrewd figure like Count Darkru naturally understands what the prince implies. In fact, if you have such a good excuse to abandon another ally openly in front of one ally, this kind of opportunity is not always found. His Highness the Prince will never miss such a good opportunity in vain.

"I have another thing you have to do. The 'God' cannot fall into the hands of the little heir of Sethborough. The worst possible is to have to destroy him physically." Prince Phillips said with a serious expression.

"Is this what you mean or is the request of the chairman?" asked Count Darklu.

"This is the view of the two of us. The chairman convinced me about this matter." The prince sighed and said.

"Are you too careful?" asked Count Darkru.

"You absolutely cannot understand our thoughts. This excessive caution is rooted in the fear deep in our hearts," the prince shook his head and said, "It is an indisputable fact that Nile Erre has the ability to predict the future, and he absolutely does not need to deceive me in this matter, because he knows very well that I cannot regard Sethborough or Masque as a candidate for ally."

"Compared with those southerners, Nile Erre is a much more reliable ally." Earl Darkru said with a nod.

"The same is true for Lomel. What Nellerere has always pursued has no conflict with us. As long as he does not offend him, he will be a solid ally." Prince Phillips said slowly.

"So you even let him know such a secret hiding place." Earl Darkru said with a smile.

"It's no good for him to die. Nellerere is a smart man." The prince also smiled, but that smile seemed a little lonely and bitter.

"Maybe you may feel bored, but I still have to say that it is quite dangerous and unnecessary to stay in the capital." Darkru said bluntly.

"Will I be safe when I return to Bires? I would rather stay in the capital that looks full of dangers, and let guys like Nellere know my whereabouts, and I would rather go back to the place where everyone is eyeing me, and not let those who swear to be loyal to me know my hiding place. As for me staying in the capital, you should regard this as the stubbornness of an old man who has reached the twilight of his life." Prince Phillips shook his head helplessly and said.

He smiled bitterly again and said, "You are the only ones I can trust around me who have passed away from birth and death."

"As far as I know, Lotton is equally loyal to you," said Count Darkru humbly.

"I know this, but Lodon is different from you. He has the same trouble as me. We are all old, but behind us is a series of guys who are eyeing each other. If they really can stand alone, I will feel extremely pleased. Unfortunately, these guys not only know how to win over gangs and eliminate dissidents, but they are also making some rumors and gossips. One is useless than the other, but they are all very ambitious, as if they can let go of their hands and feet and do something as soon as they sit in my position." The prince's brows became tighter and tighter. For him, this was the most failed thing in his life.

"Sometimes I do envy the Lord Hyde and His Majesty the King of the Delizhi Kingdom. They have very outstanding successors, but I don't." The prince sighed and said.

"You have something they don't have, too." Darkru said with a smile.

"It's a pity that I have no time anymore. If the Supreme Father God can give me ten years of mercy on me, a person who has struggled for a lifetime, maybe I can get what I have always dreamed of. Unfortunately, I know very well that this possibility is not great. I have grown old and have grown very fast in the past two years. It's extremely difficult for me to straighten my waist now. Alas! The aging of my body is an inevitable and unstoppable thing." The prince sighed heavily, and his sigh made him look even older.

"I found that I sighed too many times today. I'm afraid this is a sign that aging is accelerating." As he said that, the prince sighed again, and he waved his hand to signal Darkru to leave.

Darkru bowed slightly to the prince and left straight.

Looking at the straight back and elegant steps of Earl Darkru, Prince Phillips shook his head again, and he seemed so lonely and desolate under the sunset at dusk.

...

For Ribo, there was nothing more happy than the handwriting on the magic mirror, but when he saw clearly that the message passed to him on the magic mirror was obviously not from his teacher, Masque, Ribo was indeed shocked.

The lines of the text written on the mirror are extremely smooth and elegant, obviously from the hands of a very cultivating noble child, and the content written is even more unlikely to be related to Teacher Maske.

Only a few simple lines of text are left on the mirror.

The vines lingered the sky tightly, darkness and shadows shrouded the forest and the earth, the warrior's long sword stabbed into the sky, and the cold light illuminated the road in front of him to victory.

Ribo could not guess the meaning of these words, but he was absolutely sure that this would not be someone's prank, because the only one who could contact him in this way was absolutely the magician.

Magicians often have no chance of humor, at least the magicians he has seen are all serious characters.

If this is not a prank, then it is just someone who wants to pass on some message to themselves.

First of all, Teacher Masque was excluded, and the mysterious old man who followed His Highness Deli to the Prince should not be very likely. If he wanted to tell himself something, he could convey it when he visited His Highness.

Could it be the message passed by a magician in the Magic Association? But the font full of aristocratic flavor dispelled Ruibo's idea, both aristocratic and a magician. As far as he knew, he seemed to be the only person with such an identity, not to mention that this matter exuded an extremely strange atmosphere.

Rebow was in confusion, and at such moments, the ones that could best help him were Eckert and Frera.

With questions, Rebo walked towards the hall.

Everyone gathered in the study again, this is the only place in the mansion where there is no need to worry about being spying on magic.

Both Eckert and Frera were puzzled by the mysterious words, but experienced them smelled a strong and dangerous smell.

"Let's sort out who will send us a message." Eckert said, pressing his temple with his fingers, which was his habit when he was thinking.

"Excluding those who seek fame or are not known to us, let us assume that the person who delivers the message is those who have a relationship with us, the leader, Master Masque, the Holy See, His Majesty the Queen, the Marquis of Farrul, the Elder House, the neutral faction represented by the Duke of Auburn, those who are the most closely related to us are these forces."

"Let us organize the people who can convey the message in this way, Master Masque, the Holy See, His Majesty the Queen, those who are the best, the Magic Society and His Highness, I believe you can recognize the two lists I have listed." Eckert said slowly.

"The possibility of Master Masque and the Holy See is obviously much smaller, but I will still go to the Archbishop to confirm. As for His Majesty the Queen and the Delixun, if there is anything to let us know, they will probably have a better solution. The possibility of the last two people on the list is relatively greater."

"Let's imagine what is there to send us messages in this kind of puzzle-like form?"

"First of all, assuming that these mysterious words are not some kind of warning, at least I can't see that the words contain warnings, and then rule out that there is no possibility that the words contain any meaning, then this should be a whistleblower. What will the Magic Association and His Highness want to tell us?"

At this point Eckert paused and wanted to hear other people's opinions.

"Maybe the court magician and the chairman of the Magic Society broke up with each other." Frera leaned into Rebe's arms and carefully repaired his nails with a file: "Or it was His Highness the Prince who planned to abandon his allies and tell us about Lomel's whereabouts."

"When it comes to darkness and shadows, I prefer a second possibility," Ribo said.

"So what does the first sentence mean? Is Lomel's power spread all over the capital?" Frera asked.

"There is this possibility." Ruibo nodded, and the vine reminded him of the intricate and dense eyeliner under Mr. Hyde, which was indeed a pretty definite way of describing the thief.

"It can also be explained that it is related to the Legal Affairs Office. It is not impossible for Lomel to hide inside the Legal Affairs Office." Eckert said, and the vine reminded him of the net, and it is also difficult to get out if something falls into the vine.

"So how do you explain the Warrior's long sword?" asked the madman Peter with great enthusiasm. Obviously, his interest in guessing riddles is far more interesting than figuring out the current situation.

"Generally speaking, this description refers to a slender building," Eckert explained.

"Like those towers of the Magic Society?" asked Ribo, the slenderest buildings he saw were nothing more than those towering spires.

"It seems that it is indeed very likely to be related to the Magic Society, but there are countless buildings that meet this description in the capital." Frera said disapprovingly.

"Instead of the four towers of the Magic Association, I feel that the place we live in is more in line with the words written above. Although this villa is not extremely slender, it is undeniable that there are indeed a lot of vines in the villa, right?" Madman Pete suddenly interrupted.

Of course, Rebow understood what Pit said about arabes represent. The nobles' mansions can always see many curled arabes used to decorate the walls.

"You said it right, maybe you should consider it like this. The first three sentences all refer to a certain noble in the capital." Eck said nodded.

"Does the second sentence also refer to the nobles?" Ruibo couldn't help asking.

"You seem to have forgotten the lessons that Eckert once taught you. Have you forgotten that the forests and the earth often appear on the noble emblems? After getting on bed tonight, remember to lift your butt up and I will give you a punishment class." Frera said with a giggle.

Ribo had no way of doing so arrogantly about Frera. Fortunately, he knew very well that the people around him would never care too much about it.

"This is indeed a clue. A family that uses forests and earth as clan emblems will be clear if they ask the Marquis of Faru to check it out. The noble families in the capital have more or less military achievements. It is reasonable to point them with warriors and long swords. However, I still think that long swords represent a tall and sharp building. I think if a family owns such a building, it should be quite famous. It costs a lot of money to build such things, but it is not very useful. It can only be used for recognition and viewing. Many people must have left a deep impression on it." Eckert said with a frown and thought.

"What does the cold light mean?" Frera asked.

"I think if this news was conveyed to us by His Highness the Prince, the cold light was just used to indicate that the prince who broke the bridge across the river." Ruibo explained: "The weapons used by Kelle and I will never emit cold light. The shiny weapons are not only useless to us, but also become an existence that threatens our own safety."

"In this way, the most appropriate explanation so far is that His Highness, the prince, betrayed his past allies, and every sentence in the puzzle proves this. Can we take any action to prove that the news is reliable? Maybe it is a trap, maybe the prince is not intending to give up his alliance, maybe it is the message that Lomel asked His Highness to convey to us, a very tempting bait." Frera said while repairing his nails.

"Anyway, we have not made any arrangements yet. Although our respected queen has sent a strongly worded private letter to His Majesty the King of the Kingdom of Ing, his Majesty has not responded so far. We have time to investigate slowly." Eckert said.

"Why don't you convey our request to His Majesty the King in the form of a public letter or diplomatic note?" Ribo asked in confusion.

"My dear little fool, this is a manifestation of your lack of experience. One of the greatest benefits of private letters is that they can avoid the ministers' remarks. The official letter must be passed through the hands of the ministers to reach the king. At that time, it must have been a lot of noise. Although it was a private letter, it contained the signature of His Royal Highness the Prince of Delizhi, and a page of attached letters authorized by His Majesty the Pope to sign, and even used the seal of the Twelve Saints that the Holy See did not use easily. You should be very clear about what it means. If King England

If he refuses this small request, he will be declared a pagan. Although the Holy See may not have the power to pull His Majesty the King off the throne, it is undeniable that the Holy See no longer has the glory of the past, the King of England will always be worried about the usurpers around him. It would be a legitimate thing to have the support of the Holy See behind the scenes. In addition, if the two most powerful countries on the mainland join forces to help, it is hard to imagine that His Majesty can sleep peacefully with peace of mind." Frera said with a mocking smile.

"So what is the job we are doing now? Wait patiently?" asked Ruibo.

"You are still continuing your work. The target you need to deal with is not Lomel, but the ill-minded guys of the Magic Society." Eckert pointed to Rebow and said solemnly: "For us, our relationship with His Majesty is crucial. Now we have to change our original plan. It seems that it has become unrealistic to stand in the middle."

"Keller is still staying in the villa, so that everyone can be safe and sound. As for Pete, I need your help. In the past few days, I will risk visiting Earl Farour. Maybe he can give a more accurate explanation of these poems. As for Frera, if you are willing to help, I really hope that you can organize the information, search the map and the aristocratic family genealogy in the capital. You are an expert in this regard, and there is another thing that only you can do. The little thief will obey your command. Although the risk is indeed very high, we need intelligence now." Eckert ordered.

"Yes, as long as you can find the little thief." Frera said with a smile.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the study door, and everyone stopped talking immediately, but soon everyone breathed a sigh of relief because everyone heard that it was Ed.

Eckert stood up and opened the study door. In recent days, he had been waiting for Ed's arrival.

Ed's face was covered with traces of wind and frost, and his eyes were filled with blood. Obviously, this trip to the south made him exhausted.
To be continued...