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    At this moment, everyone who had been having a heated discussion fell silent.  No one is willing to find a moody and mysterious mage. He has a thousand ways to make people die without knowing how they died. And because of the legend left by the great warlock Octo, people who can do magic  It is the most terrifying creature in the world, no less than demons and demons.  This fairy tale, which has been heard since childhood, makes everyone have the most fundamental fear of wizards and warlocks in their bones.  Seeing that the scene was so deserted and everyone was avoiding Baron Sihart¡¯s eyes, Sihart¡¯s eyebrows wrinkled.  The face of the fat man who made the suggestion changed again and again, and he finally gritted his teeth and said: "I am willing to go! But I ask for priority trade rights with the warlock in the Black Castle!" Sihart nodded and said: "I agree. Still.  Who wants to go with me?" When he looked around again and no one answered, a young but firm voice came from behind him.  "Father, I am willing to go." The thin, silver-haired Hart stood up and replied.  After activating his magic talent, Hart has been learning the teachings of the Frost Goddess from Duncan and is now a first-level priest.  But because he did not study magic, he never obtained the level of a mage.  Duncan opened his eyes and took a closer look at his disciple.  Then he withdrew his gaze again, as if he was indifferent.  Sidhart frowned.  To be honest, he likes this son very much.  Every time he saw Hart, he was reminded of the tender-skinned young lady from the southern wizard family. That was the true aristocratic style.  But for the future of the barony, like Duncan, he prefers his eldest son, Bahan, his son who was born to his wife when he first started his adventurous career, a woman who was also a warrior.  When Sihart first started his adventurous career, the garbage mercenary group he formed only had two first-level warriors, himself and the red-haired woman, and there was Duncan, who was nothing but dreamed of becoming an archbishop.  So there was never any doubt about the heir to the barony.  But the attitude towards Hart is not so clear.  The last time Hart privately led a team of cavalry to participate in the battle to siege Black Castle, when he came back, the entire team was basically wiped out, leaving only Sim who was seriously injured and had broken through the fighting spirit.  He also brought back the head of a crampon.  At this moment, the head is still placed deep in the Temple of the Ice and Snow Goddess, being studied by Duncan.  At the same time, Hart also underwent a drastic change, awakening the mage bloodline from his mother's side and becoming Duncan's disciple.  So Westhart also wholeheartedly hopes that Hart can become a wise man like Duncan and assist his brother.  What he was most worried about was that the two of them would fight each other over the issue of inheriting the barony, and they would kill each other.  Now that he saw Hart standing up on his own initiative, he was both happy and worried.  But his many years of decisive killing as a mercenary made him quickly abandon this inappropriate idea.  "Very good, then Sir Montesquieu will be the captain of the envoy, my son Hart will be the deputy captain, and Sim will be the captain of the cavalry. They will lead a cavalry team to negotiate with the wizard in the Black Castle."  When someone was willing to go to Black Castle as an envoy, other nobles became active, sent cheap blessings, and expressed jealously that they had really gotten a big deal by showing their faces.  Montesquieu looked at the people around him with a wry smile. Now he has no strength to challenge other nobles. If there is no war and it continues to be peaceful, his family will inevitably continue to decline and eventually become a commoner.  Now that there is a chance for war, the only way to gamble on the fate of one's own family is through this dangerous strategy.  Then his eyes fell on the second son of Baron Sihart.  About the inheritance of the title of Baron Sihart, the entire Northland has heard about it.  Moreover, in order not to weaken their own power, the lords of the North are usually very mean to those young masters who cannot inherit the title. It is basically impossible to get along well in the North.  ¡°Has this young man also realized that he is desperate?  Montesquieu didn¡¯t have time to think so much before he was arranged by Baron Sihart to prepare for his mission to Black Castle.  While they were marching towards the Black Castle, a girl wearing a tall knight's uniform and carrying a big sword on her back was walking quickly on the land of the North.  It is said that she is fast, because every step she takes covers a distance of tens of meters, and her speed is very fast.  She is said to be strolling because her posture is very leisurely, as if she is walking in her own back garden.  Look at the way this girl is moving forward?, also Black Castle.  Not long after, the girl saw the cavalry team heading north, and when she saw ordinary humans, she slowed down her pace a bit and approached the cavalry team at a normal speed.  "Who? Don't come near!" The cavalry scout spotted her immediately and shouted loudly.  "I am Lezli from Dalshore. I heard that there is a mage living in the evil Palestine Castle, so I came here to check." The girl stood calmly outside the warning circle and said loudly, speaking like an authentic upper-class noble.  accent.  "Rezlie!" Montesquieu and Sim, who were leading the team, suddenly turned pale and looked at each other with disbelief and panic in their eyes.  Hart was a little confused and asked Sim quietly: "Who is this girl? Why are you so panicked?" Sim swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with difficulty: "Lezli is a bronze dragon girl who has been a human girl knight all year round.  The figure lives in Dalshore and is an absolute neutral, but the only thing he cares about is the things in the Black Castle" Just as Sim was explaining to Hart in a low voice, Montesquieu had already dismounted and walked over.  He respectfully performed the courtesy of lowering his rank and said respectfully: "It turns out to be the noble Lady Lezli! We are so lucky to meet you!" "I am honored by you." Lezli replied lightly.  The ceremony was carried out meticulously and full of everyone's style.  "It seems that your direction is towards Palestine Castle. I happen to be going to that place as well. Can I come with you?" Lezli asked.  Montesquieu rolled his eyes, sweat dripped from his forehead, and said: "Since Lord Lezli has this intention, of course we are flattered! Let's go together!" After that, he instructed a cavalryman to move his cavalry.  The horse was brought over and let Lezli ride, while he changed to another more ordinary horse.  It can be seen that the horses can also sense Lezli's extraordinary status. The fierce horses that originally jumped away are also obedient in front of Lezli, not daring to snort more, and are as docile and obedient as the mare.  When Lezli walked into the team and prepared to mount her horse, she glanced at everyone, especially when she passed by Hart and Sim, her eyes paused slightly.
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