"I have two earth puppets to send for you." The old magician said slowly.

"Two are enough." As he said that, the old man took out a piece of paper from his arms and handed it to the old magician.

"This is the news that needs to be conveyed to our allies." The old man said with a strange smile on his lips.

The old magician took the paper and glanced at it, smiled coldly and said, "It seems that the prince is more optimistic about the prince. Are you in a hurry to completely betray our allies now?"

"Master, His Highness the Prince does not value that Prince Henride, he just wants not to let our ambitious ally get what he wants too easily."

"Our ally is probably planning how to sell us all the time. With Prince Henride restraining him, the covenant between us may continue and become stronger."

"And once all the threats he is worried about are gone, it is probably when he points his finger at us."

"As far as I know, he is obviously still resentful of having to give us the bloodthirsty secrets. He may be very happy to be able to send us to hell."

"For His Highness the Prince, he is also the object that must be weakened or even eliminated. Once His Highness holds the highest power of the Kingdom of Francis, the ally will be the most dangerous enemy. He knows us too much." The old man said with a smile.

He looked at the old magician leisurely, and then said solemnly: "This is politics, a game that you don't know."

The old magician did not comment on what the first minister around the prince said. He patted his hands gently, causing the two statues standing on the corner of the wall to move.

These two finely carved puppets, which could be clearly seen, walked straight to the old magician, even the blood vessels protruding on their muscles and skin.

The center of this secret room, which is where the old man sat cross-legged just now, was not laid with a floor. A circle with a diameter of two meters was exposed with a dark brown soil.

The circle is covered with mysterious magic patterns, making the floor look like a huge magic circle.

The old magician was chanting a mysterious spell, and the low voice was obviously not the language used by any race in this world.

The two puppets stood quietly on the soil. With the sound of the old magician's slow spell chanting, the soil around them seemed to have turned into liquid, and waves rippled.

The rolled vortex swallowed these two puppets, which were no different from humans, bit by bit.

All of this seems so mysterious and weird that for those who cannot understand this strange power, no matter how many times they see this scene, they will feel extremely envious and shocked.

At this moment, next to a small town from Deli to the inland, in a soft and fertile field, four black feet were growing out of the soil bit by bit.

All this was so slow, but it seemed unusually rapid, but no one saw this incredible scene, a barren farmland belonging to a famous noble master living in the capital.

More than two hours passed, and the two puppets finally came out of the soil. Because the soil was different, the colors on the two of them seemed darker at this moment.

One of the puppets knelt on the ground, and it dug out a piece of black soil from the ground.

The soil quickly changed its shape as if it had been alive, and soon it turned into a piece of paper, with clear handwriting on the paper.

When all the words were clearly engraved on this piece of paper that was made of soil, the puppet rolled up the "paper" like sheepskin.

It stuffed this strange piece of paper into its chest, all of which seemed so weird.
Chapter completed!