Dong Dong Dong! The sudden knock on the door echoed in the stone tower, and the wooden door was now smoky, and the aroma of barbecue wafted in the air.
"Come in." The lazy voice seemed to remain unchanged for thousands of years, but when he opened the door and walked in, he was instantly stunned by the scene in the room.
"You're not here to confess your love to me, are you? I'm sorry, I don't like men." The desperate voice sounded again, accompanied by the burnt aroma of chili powder and powdered sugar.
"Uh... Sir, Mother Hannah is having dinner in the city, and there are rumors that she will give alms to the poor during Prince Caruso's absence."
The adjutant in armor lowered his head and carefully reported everything he had seen and heard before. There was no trace of laughter on his expression, and even his temples were already covered with beads of sweat.
"Since my sister is still hanging out, what are you doing back here? Are you hungry? Then sit down and eat some roasted beef tongue, or I'll let you eat my share first."
The man sighed, and then lazily leaned against the balcony railing. He looked up at the sky, but the orange-red sunset stung his eyes.
"This subordinate deserves to die! I will return to my mother now. Sir... you have eaten well." The adjutant lowered his head again, and there was even a tremor in his voice.
"Forget it, I'd better go and see for myself. You should also learn more. If I die one day, I can take over as soon as possible."
A gust of breeze appeared out of thin air, and the air in the room seemed to be pulled out instantly. The crackling charcoal fire was quietly extinguished, the beef tongue was skewered on the iron stick, and the sound of footsteps slowly appeared outside the stone tower.
When the guards in the palace saw this person, they all bowed and saluted, and their reward today was naturally a skewer of charcoal-grilled beef tongue for each person.
The sound of chewing in the helmet was heard one after another, and even some lucky servants harvested this adult's food. However, this man was yawning and moving forward slowly.
The originally poetic and picturesque tree-lined path became full of dangers. The man either fell into the flowers or embraced passionately with the tree trunks.
Although the other three people not far away kept kneeling on one knee, their trembling figures betrayed the expressions in their armor.
"Have you all had dinner? If anyone hasn't eaten yet, then he's still hungry." The man chuckled and took the lead in putting on a gray linen hood, hiding his figure under it.
"Sir, aren't you talking nonsense? I asked about the aroma of barbecue from a long way away. Where are the things?" one of the young adjutants asked softly.
"How presumptuous! Who taught you to be so humble? Why don't you confess to the adults quickly and pray that you can live to see the sun tomorrow!"
The other old man froze when he heard this, and then a fighting spirit comparable to that of a knight of glory erupted in his body. The person who spoke earlier grinned, but did not say anything anymore.
"Okay, okay, we are all our own people, why should we be so serious. Let's just go out for a walk tonight, eat and drink when we should."
As the man spoke, he walked out of the palace. The four people accompanying him also changed their armors into gray hemp hoods, following behind like mercenaries.
Hannah's figure was still sitting in the shop, and the surrounding pedestrians were still crowded. The guards were always tense, fearing that some spies would take advantage of the chaos to assassinate her.
But just as they were struggling, five people hidden in gray linen hoods squeezed out of the crowd and walked straight into the shop.
"Bold madman! We are the guards directly under the royal family, why don't you retreat quickly!" The guard captain drew his sword, and his whole body was wrapped in fighting spirit.
Bang! The leading man chuckled, and then a staff appeared in his hand. Although the object was slender, the end was as sharp as a pointed cone.
The several-inch-thick bluestone pavement was easily penetrated by it, and it was only then that the guard captain saw the other party's face. A frivolous expression, dead fish eyes, and sparse beard.
"See Sir Charles!" The guards bowed and saluted, and then made way for a narrow passage. This person's identity is very special, and he is definitely not a small character that he can mess with.
Charles, Hannah's brother, and Prince Caruso's brother-in-law. He is known as the "young lady killer" in the aristocratic circle, but few people know that he is also a great wind mage.
Charles had no intention of assisting Prince Caruso, and did not even bother to show his identity as the Grand Magister. He was very similar to the young King Fernando of Ogu, who would either lie in bed all day long or take four people with him.
The adjutant ran to Hurricane Plain for a picnic.
Caruso was angry and refused to argue, and Hannah often persuaded him to serve the principality. But Charles was always like this. In addition to drinking and picking up girls, he spent all day and night in bars.
"Here you are, your beard has just grown out, and you haven't shaved yet." Hannah took the ale away and then gave Charles a cup of hot tea.
"Sister, if you don't stay well in the palace, if something happens, your man will definitely kill me." Charles sighed and lay facelessly on the table.
The dinner ended early because of Charles's message. Hannah finally returned to the palace safely, but Charles and his party stopped far away.
Ale, bards, graceful girls, and vulgar conversations. Charles poured cups of ale into his mouth, while the four lieutenants around him had a headache.
But no one saw his increasingly cold eyes, and his right hand that was always shrunk in the gray hemp hood. Time passed slowly, and people coming in and out of the bar came and went. Charles quietly stood up and followed someone into the dark.
Lane.
"Where are you from? Let's talk." Charles asked with a smile.
But what answered him was a dagger. The strange color flashing on it had clearly been smeared with some kind of poison. As a spy, the most basic quality is to kill everyone who sees through it.
Ding! The youngest among the adjutants was the first to stand in front of Charles, and then blocked the dagger with his sword. The other four blocked the alley, with traces of fighting spirit pouring out of their bodies.
"My brother-in-law left suddenly this time. I was already in a bad mood. Now you are unlucky and I don't bother to interrogate you." Charles held out his ram's horn staff, his eyes filled with ice.
"The suffocating space is deathly silent, trembling, buzzing, isolated, a cage filled with flesh and blood, a paradise for the ignorant, in my name, the wind column!"
A coercion unique to the Great Mage suddenly appeared in Fata City. The professionals stopped one after another and looked somewhere in shock.
Although the wind pillar is slender, it takes into account the ordinary people around it. However, the magical fluorescence that rises into the sky does not hide it at all.
The spy's body was drawn into it, and his flesh and blood were instantly separated from his bones, and finally disappeared out of thin air. At this time, Charles was not as frivolous and playful as usual. His expression was very ugly, and he even angered a certain wild cat. "Tell me! Are you also a spy? Or are you the contracted beast of that person? What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will strangle you to death!" Charles squatted on the ground and kept roaring at the wild cat.
The four adjutants were already accustomed to this, and they immediately pulled Charles out of the alley while signaling the city guards not to destroy the scene.
"That cat looks down on me! It's not afraid of the pressure of the stake, it must be a powerful contract beast!" Charles squatted by the sewer ditch and retched, and kept mumbling.
"Yes, yes, sir, have you vomited it all? We haven't eaten yet." The youngest adjutant replied with a smile, but what he got in exchange was a heavy beating from the old man next to him.