"Wake up the test subject. If the subject loses consciousness or shows signs of depletion of magic power in his body, then give him another bottle of No. 2 potion."
"Being blind is expected, but what's going on with this shrunken hand? I need you to explain it to me in three days!"
"Idiot! Abandoned magic crystals can still be ground into powder. Are you all King Ogu or Grand Duke Shayer? Don't burden the Principality of Zeon anymore, even if it's a piece of black bread!"
"Keep the temperature of the wooden box in shifts, and remember that it must not be higher than the temperature on a cold rainy night. These are our efforts, and they are also the hope of the Principality of Zeon."
"I came to replace the team early this morning. If anyone can't support it, just ask someone to replace him. There will be no accidents. There is no need for heroism here, let alone anyone to step forward."
Creak, creak! The wooden wheels rubbed against the stone floor, making a series of noises. The candlelights on both sides of the corridor swayed slightly due to the night wind, and the smell of blood mixed with the musty smell made it even more nauseating.
This huge secret room is located under the main hall of the Jean Palace. It is not only the life-long effort of Grand Duke Jose, but also the biggest secret of the Principality of Jean.
There are no special products, no top experts are in charge, and even the tutors of the Principality Academy mostly need part-time jobs to make ends meet.
The Principality of Jean is helpless against the cruelty and ruthlessness of the frost giant Ymir, but even more hates the other principalities' cold looks and even their aggressive faces.
In this helpless situation, Archduke Jose took the lead in betraying the gods and choosing to fall into the arms of the devil. Following closely behind were the twelve Jean loyalists in this huge secret room.
After more than ten years of traveling between the sun and the moon, they lived in darkness underground. From the day they stepped into this place, they had no intention of ever seeing the sun again or reuniting with their family or friends.
In the past ten years, the number of high-level professionals in the territory of the Principality of Zeon has plummeted, and even many wanderers who have traveled here have disappeared silently.
These people were sent into a secret room, or became experimental subjects of the Principality of Zeon, or were directly inserted with steel needles and sharp blades. Under this almost crazy behavior, the Principality of Jean finally stopped its decline, at least there was no need to worry
Being instantly subverted by a certain force.
The family emblem of Grand Duke Jose is a tricolor elk, but in the eyes of today's world, this tricolor elk has the word "Crazy" engraved on its forehead.
"Although the Principality of Jean is impoverished, it is not a white rabbit that can be slaughtered by others. Those demon-like warriors do not know pain, and life is just a bargaining chip in their eyes." This is the impression that other principalities have of the current Principality of Jean.
A dangerous wolf, a wounded mad dog huddled in a dark corner.
Not choosing to go to war with it is not because of fear or lack of hope of war. All this is because the Principality of Jean is too poor, so poor that even Grand Duke Jose has not had a scepter to take advantage of since he succeeded to the throne. But it is also precisely because
Because of this, the Principality of Zeon was able to take a breather and gain peace for more than ten years.
The door slowly closed, and the goblin wooden chair exuding the aroma of camphor wood was parked by the window. This was a gift from Archduke Jose, a goblin technology product that can move freely with the help of magic crystal.
Wisps of white mist spread in the room. The old man reached out and pushed open the window, but because he was underground, the scenery was only bricks, stones and moss.
This person's name is Lorenz, an explosive mage from the Principality of Zeon, an amputee, the master of the Static Touch (one-handed stick), and the old Grand Duke's personal guard.
Lorenz was originally extremely talented, and he was a magic prodigy that was rarely seen in the Principality of Jean in ten thousand years. At the age of twenty-five, he had already become a magician, and he was very likely to reach the peak of his abilities at the age of fifty. p>
That year, the "twelve monsters" frost giant Ymir tore through the defense line. The gates of Fore City were as vulnerable as rags, and the exquisite palace was filled with smoke.
That year, he fulfilled the old Grand Duke's last request and protected Prince Jose, but he only managed to hold on to the only child of Gene.
That year, he was seriously injured by a casual blow from the frost giant Ymir, and finally survived after paying a heavy price for his legs.
That year he fell from the peak of genius, that year he lost all his relatives and partners, that year he thought about death, that year he shed his last tear.
Lorenz lived in such a state of confusion, hoping every day that Prince Jose would be an adult and take over the control of the Principality of Jean as soon as possible.
In the end, Jose became the new Grand Duke, but Lorenz disappeared. No one knew whether he died or left the city of Fletcher.
"Godfather, this is my birthday gift to you. I will never be able to repay your kindness to the Principality of Jean even in my lifetime. But please rest assured that as long as I am still breathing, I will never let the Principality of Jean be destroyed by anyone.
Annexation."
"Also, I will send someone to repair your family's graves. If you have time, you can go and take a look."
A simple sentence, thick and powerful ink marks, and those high-grade magic crystals filled with brocade boxes. Lorenz sighed, and then shook his head with a wry smile.
He now only regards himself as the old Grand Duke's personal guard, and he can only accept this identity. As for the so-called "godfather", he is unwilling, let alone unworthy.
Because in Lorenz's eyes, the world is still the same as it was when he was eighteen years old. The Principality of Jean is prosperous, and the old man makes fun of himself every day, but he is the kind old man who protects his shortcomings the most.
But now he has become an old man, and his strength has long stopped at the level of a magician. The appearance of the peak powerhouse has gradually become blurred, replaced by the endless nightmare of losing both legs.
The surface of the Static Touch wand was uneven, and even the base inlaid with magic crystals had a crack. Lorenz took a sip of tea, and the bitterness entered his throat along with calmness, and eventually turned into a ray of warmth in his belly. "Old Master, it seems that I am going to the Hall of Valor too. I wonder how you are doing there? Are you not used to it, or are you still worried about the Principality of Jean and Prince Jose?"
"The little prince has grown up now. He looks very much like you did back then. He is also very wise and looks like a great prince."
"My subordinate has never been able to fulfill his promise, and I will probably end up being a magician in this life. But please rest assured that as long as I am alive, the Principality of Zeon will not make the same mistake again."
"My son should be twenty years old in a few years. If you are bored, you might as well teach him in the Hall of Heroes, so as not to be as frustrated as me after reincarnation."
"I don't know if a guy like me who has betrayed the gods will be able to go to the Hall of Valor in the end. But if you really make my choice again, Lorenz will still stand in front of you without hesitation."
The magic crystal in the goblin wooden chair emitted a burst of fluorescence, and it creaked and slowly began to move forward. Lorenz, who was sitting on it, put away his depressed expression.
A plume of black smoke came out of the fire, Archduke Jose's autographed letter had long since been reduced to ashes, and the only window had not been closed for some time.
A new day is about to begin, and Lorenz has no time to dwell on the past, let alone that kind of hobby. He only hopes to find a way to protect the Principality of Jean before his death, and at least make himself worthy of his original glory.