Chapter 209 The second master, the first master is gone! (55)
On this day, Faerun did not go to the mage guild.
Although it was not a break, he was old and didn't get a good rest last night, so it was reasonable for him to take a day off temporarily.
When refugees poured into Silver Moon Castle, he stayed in Qinglu Manor, about thirty kilometers southwest of Silver Moon Castle.
The manor is naturally the property of the Sano family, and its location is right between Linhu Town and Silver Moon Castle.
Linhu Town is one of the six towns in Huangshui. The town plus surrounding villages have a total population of more than 130,000, making it the largest town in the highlands.
The lord of Linhu Town is Baron Alex Sano, the Duke's chief weapon refiner, and Feren is the Baron's younger brother.
He stayed at Qinglu Manor, patiently waiting for the good news from Silver Moon Castle.
He was not waiting alone. In fact, he was sitting on the rooftop of the manor, playing justice chess with a middle-aged mage.
If Rosen saw it, he would find that this middle-aged mage was an old acquaintance of his, the middle-level mage Horus who he had dealt with many times.
"Judgement!"
Fearon pushed up a chess piece and declared victory in the game.
Horus immediately complimented him: "The president's chess skills are really superb, especially this trick of multiple trials. He uses it so superbly that it's like being possessed by the Holy Spirit."
Fearon was in a cheerful mood and couldn't help laughing.
"It also depends on which Holy Spirit is possessed."
Horus was startled: "Is the Holy Spirit different?"
"The Holy Spirit and the Holy Spirit are naturally different. Some have a high status and strong power. Some have a low status and weak power."
"If you want to follow, you must keep your eyes open and choose the former, otherwise you will have no future."
Speaking of this, he looked deeply at Horus.
"Do you agree with what I say?"
A trace of cold sweat broke out on Horus's forehead, and he nodded repeatedly: "President, you are absolutely right."
Feilun smiled slightly: "I can see that you are a smart person, and your magic talent is also good. Your magic power should be at the intermediate level, right?"
Horus nodded respectfully: "It has been almost two years."
Feilun took out a spell book and handed it over with a gentle smile on his face.
"You are a Sun Mage, and so am I. This book "Fire of the Sun" records my experience when I was promoted to a high level, and it may be helpful to you."
Horus suddenly felt like he had found a treasure, and his breathing became heavy with excitement.
He stretched out his hands to receive it respectfully: "Thank you very much, President, for your generosity."
Without thinking, Feilun's hand retracted, leaving him to catch it.
Horus was startled: "President?"
Fearon smiled slightly: "You are wrong. I am not generous at all. I only value exchange of equal value."
He was smiling, but his eyes were cold and indifferent.
"Fubosi is a reckless man. It's a shame for you to follow him."
"Tell me all the information about him, including his meals, sleeping, playing with women, and even the time he poops. Can you do it without missing any details?"
Horus hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."
"Very well, then this book is yours."
He then handed the spell book to the other party's hand, and the latter immediately hugged this precious knowledge tightly in his arms.
At this time, a rider came quickly outside the manor. Judging from his appearance, he must be a messenger.
Feilun laughed: "Ah ha, there should be good news."
He turned to look at Horus: "Come, listen with me and see what kind of fun is happening in Silver Moon Castle."
"It's an honor, President."
The two of them walked down the rooftop one after another and came to the manor hall.
Faerun sat on a thick leather chair, while Horus stood respectfully beside him.
After a while, the messenger was brought in by the manor's steward.
As soon as he arrived at the hall, he quickly walked a few steps and fell to his knees with a bang.
"Master, the situation is not good."
Feilun's eyebrows jumped, and the smile on his face quickly dimmed like sunshine obscured by dark clouds.
"Did the count step in to clean up the situation?"
He did this very secretly, but he didn't expect that the count would notice it.
Although I had expected failure for a long time, I was still very disappointed when I heard the news.
The messenger shook his head: "No, it was General Chapollet who did it."
"Chapollet? How is that possible?"
Fearon didn't understand.
The messenger took out a scroll and handed it over respectfully.
"Master, the details are written above."
Feilun's thoughts moved slightly, and the mage's hand opened the scroll and took a closer look. As he looked at it, his face gradually became gloomy, and there was a deep murderous intention in his eyes.
"You are such a little thing who is looking for death. If I don't come to trouble you, you will take the initiative to mess with me!"
Rosen has been performing very well recently, and he has done harm to him unintentionally in the past, but after all, he is still a little person with no foundation, and he has never really taken him seriously.
Even if they had a quarrel a few days ago, it only made him feel very annoying, but he was not in a hurry to deal with it.
He just planned to give him a harsh lesson once he had some free time.
But he didn't expect that the other party was hiding in the dark like a poisonous snake, and when he was not prepared, he hit him hard.
Just like that!
The plan he had carefully planned for a long time and spent a lot of family resources on preparing came to nothing.
No, it is not a bubble, but it has become a ladder for Chabolai to rise to power!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his teeth gritted in anger.
'This boy deserves to die!'
Horus, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but get angry when he saw Faerun's appearance, so he wisely said nothing.
Soon, after reading the information brought back by the messenger, Faerun had an idea and the mage tore the scroll into the finest powder.
"Horus, do you remember Rosen?"
As soon as Horus heard the tone of his voice, he knew that Faerun was planning to use him as a knife again, and he was going to stab the same person.
To be honest, he really didn't want to mess with a promising divine grace mage, even if he had humiliated him before.
But he also knew that he had no room for refusal, otherwise with Faerun's temper, the spell he would taste would be cruel in an instant.
So, he said: "Of course I remember, I always dream of revenge, President."
"very good!"
Fearon's eyes were cold: "Didn't Rosen open a new gallery?"
"Yes, it's called the Purifying Soul Gallery. I went to see it once and the paintings were quite good."
Fearon said: "You think of a way to burn down the gallery. It's best to burn all the people inside, leaving no one alive!"
Horus was shocked: "President, there is a temple behind the gallery."
Fearon sneered: "Behind my back"
Halfway through the sentence, when he saw the messenger still kneeling in front of him, he raised his foot and kicked him over.
"Why don't you get out of here? Is this something you can listen to?"
The courier was kicked in the face, and his nose suddenly started to bleed, but he did not dare to stop at all, and ran away as if he was rolling and crawling.
After he walked away, Feren continued: "It's true that there is the Highland Temple behind the gallery, but behind me is the Temple of Winter City. My brother is the chief weapon refiner of the Duke, and the Duke is the son of God!"
"Don't even burn his gallery. Even if I send Rosen directly to the Kingdom of God, I will only pay compensation."
God said that things in heaven are up to God, and things on earth are up to mortals to take care of themselves.
As long as he doesn't touch Rosen's soul and only destroys his body, it will be useless even if Rosen is favored by God.
"Horus, you don't have to worry about Rosen's revenge! Because I will find an opportunity to kill him myself!"
"I'll kill him and pay his wife the money."
"I'll find a young and handsome guy to seduce the lonely widow and get her money back. After that, it's like I haven't spent a penny, and maybe I can make a fortune, hehe."
Horus felt that Faerun looked like a scoundrel at this time, and couldn't help but remind him: "President, Rosen's wife is also a high-level mage."
"I know she is a high-level mage, but she is just a nerd who only knows concentration spells. She is easy to deceive."
Horus felt that these words were very unreliable, but seeing Faerun's anger burning, he wisely did not refute.
"President, I have to plan carefully for burning down the gallery. It may take a month."
Fearon nodded and was about to speak when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid horse hooves hitting the manor. After a while, a messenger rushed in quickly.
This messenger is the family's loyal servant Allen, who is about thirty-five or six years old. He is an orphan raised by the Sano family. He meditates all the year round and has low-level and extreme magic power.
Allen is the most loyal to his family and is usually responsible for delivering some confidential information within the family.
After he saw Faerun, he knelt down on the ground and cried loudly.
"Second Master, something big has happened!"
Feilun was confused and didn't understand a bit.
"Alan, what's going on?"
After he finished speaking, seeing Horus still beside him, he immediately waved to him: "Go back to the rooftop and wait for me."
Although Horus was very curious, he did not dare to challenge Faerun's patience and immediately turned around and returned to the rooftop of the manor.
Fearon then released a home protection spell, completely covering the two of them: "Tell me, what happened?"
Allen was already crying bitterly: "The second master, the eldest master is gone!"
Feilun's head was suddenly dizzy, as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer.
His steps were weak, and everything in his eyes seemed to be spinning. He staggered a bit, and hurriedly grabbed the armrest of the chair next to him. It took him a while to regain his composure.
He slowly sat on the chair, took a deep breath, and asked repeatedly: "When did it disappear? Why didn't it disappear?"
Allen immediately said: "Six days ago, late at night, I was sleeping soundly. Suddenly I screamed, and when the servants rushed into the room, the great master was already gone."
Feilun felt his heart pounding and his ears buzzing, and he quickly asked: "Why is this happening? Have the temple priests checked it? What did they say?"
He is only 53 this year. His eldest brother is two years older than him and is only 55. He is still an Archmage and can live to be 90 as usual.
He really couldn't believe it.
Allen cried: "The High Priest Gridan of Winter City came to inspect it personally. He said that the great master violated the third golden rule and was punished by God."
Feilun almost fainted: "What?! How is this possible?!"
How could my brother, a weapon refiner, violate the third golden rule?
Even if he has this ability, there is no need!
"Did the chief priest specifically say which divine law was violated?"
Allen nodded slowly: "I told you, it was because of stealing other people's mana."
"Stealing mana?"
Feilun murmured and repeated these words, and suddenly his heart was shocked, remembering something his elder brother once said to him.
He said that he thought of a meditation method that could quickly increase his magic power.
'Brother, you... you won't really steal mana, will you?'
Although there is no evidence, the chief priest will definitely not talk nonsense.
Therefore, his eldest brother was punished by God for violating the third golden rule and died.
This is both a shame and a great disaster for the Sano family.
Fearon suddenly felt panic in his heart, and he hurriedly looked at his loyal servant.
"Did the Duke say anything?"
Allen cried: "The Duke was very angry about this matter and felt that the great master had embarrassed him.
"But because of the great master's service to him for many years, I only told the outside world that he died of a sudden illness, and I will not continue to pursue the elder master's crimes."
Feilun breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay! Brother, why are you so confused!"
If it hadn't been for the Duke's kindness, this mistake would have almost completely destroyed the family.
But when the eldest brother passed away, the contact with the Duke was gone. Even because of the divine punishment, the friendship with the Duke was all used up at once.
The backbone of the Sano family fell and their protection was gone. Ferun immediately lost the capital to compete with the Omicia family for the highland lordship.
After a full ten minutes of silence, his mind relaxed slightly, but he let out a sigh of relief.
"Alan, I understand the situation. You can go down."
"Yes, second master."
"Don't call me second master anymore. When the eldest brother leaves, I will be the eldest master."
"Yes, sir."
After Allen withdrew, Fearon lay back on the chair and looked up at the ceiling blankly.
"We need to change our family strategy."
He can no longer run rampant like before, he must put away his claws and start dormant again, just like he has in the past thousand years.
And this time, Sophia will never let him go easily. She will probably have to pay a lot of money, and the family's resources and reputation will be greatly damaged.
Fearon sighed again: "Brother, you are so confused!"
After lying there for a while, he finally recovered. He got up and walked to the rooftop, where he found Horus.
"There is no need to burn down the gallery. Just continue to help me keep an eye on Fubos. When necessary, I will send someone to inform you of the next action plan."
"Yes, President."
Horus secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He bowed and left Qinglu Manor as if fleeing.
Feilun stood alone on the rooftop. The more he thought about it, the greener his face became. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that his whole chest was filled with tightness.
He couldn't help it, gritted his teeth and cursed for the second time.
"Rosen, you really deserve to die!"
If Rosen stood in front of him at this moment, he would definitely let him taste all the torture in the world!
But after losing my eldest brother, I can only think about it temporarily.
Inhale for a long time, exhale for a long time, and it takes a while to calm down again.
"Although eldest brother is gone, the glory of the family is still there. Even if he cannot become the Lord of the Highlands, it is not something you, a child, can humiliate."
"You want to push Chabolais to the top, but I won't let you do it!"
Without the eldest brother, the Sano family will naturally not be able to take the position of high lord of the highlands, but they can fully support Vobos and push him to the position of earl.
Even if he doesn't succeed in the end, there will definitely be a vendetta between the brothers, and maybe he can find a new opportunity to rise to the top.
