Dear Broom Knight

But Count Gezahr himself was willing, and High Priest Schroeder, who had long coveted that family, would certainly not refuse.

However, he wasn't entirely unaware that there was something wrong with Count Gezahr.

All they wanted was the Storm Spirit Fetus... that thing only looked like a fetus, but in reality, it was a combination of magical power.

Although the source of its birth was very evil, in essence, they weren't eating real people.

The Gezahr bloodline was very special, especially the girls in their family.

They were excellent wind-type vessels.

They could use certain organs to convert a person's 'wind-type seed' into wind-type essence with the same attributes as that person.

Although it required some special potions and crafting methods... only they could do this.

Young girls were pure enough, but their organs were not mature enough.

But older, physically mature girls had absorbed too much useless energy, completely obliterating their inherent traits.

So, of course, they could only capture young girls and raise them in the purest wind-type environment until they were ready to be used.

Unfortunately, those good days were completely over.

With Gezahr in the hands of the Tower Master, without the influence of the Gale Wolf's bloodline, even if they had children, they could no longer produce such pure wind-type bloodlines.

High Priest Schroeder somewhat suspected that the Tower Master was being so friendly to those Gezahrs in order to see if they could give birth to the girls he needed when combined with the elemental energy the Tower required.

Heh~ When that time comes, their fate might not be any better than when they were in their hands!

High Priest Schroeder only needed to endure these few years, waiting for the Tower Master's side to have the same incident... The Gezahr bloodline was inherently unruly, and the way they schemed against them would be the way they schemed against the Tower.

Unless the Tower Master didn't use this method.

But... the evil Tower Master would never really not use it.

He would only do it more excessively.

Schroeder dared not eat people, but that didn't mean the Tower Master dared not.

He only needed to wait.

Baron Qingfeng, who had dealt with Sebephia, couldn't possibly not understand the Gezahr family's affairs.

When that time came, Yagris and her beloved son would naturally have more important enemies to deal with.

And their Schroeder family might very well be let off the hook.

Of course, he, and Duke Schroeder, who orchestrated all of this, would have to pay a sufficient price.

But at least, if it dragged on long enough, there might be a chance to save their lives.

High Priest Schroeder glanced lightly at Baron Watson and that scroll... The premise was, don't play any more petty tricks.

Looking at the indifferent High Priest Schroeder, Baron Watson couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

He just couldn't understand, they were already dogs under someone else's knife, what were they pretending to be calm for!

He didn't believe that High Priest Schroeder was really willing to pin his life on a vague opportunity!

Baron Watson sighed heavily: "Forget it, I'm just a middleman who gets paid to do things.

Whether you accept this thing or not, it only has this one use.

"He really left?" High Priest Schroeder leaned his scepter on the ground, turned his head, and looked at the scroll again, "A spell scroll from the Lord of Knowledge?

Who would believe that?"

A guy like Baron Watson, who was eager for quick success and yet lacked courage, could never choose the Lord of Knowledge over the Lord of Storms.

The Night Goddess was a bit more likely.

After all, people who constantly talked about what was valuable and what wasn't were the easiest to be bewitched by that group of Dark Moons... The Lord of Wealth was impossible.

After all, that guy didn't accept unrighteous wealth that came out of nowhere.

Even if you got a treasure map, you had to have the process of searching and digging before it could be considered a legitimate wealth.

The high-level believers of the Lord of Wealth were basically all merchants and mine owners who were good at business.

Even if they relied on depriving others of their interests to obtain hefty profits, that was also a means of business.

Good or bad, success or failure, were all the process and result of business.

Of course, if you messed up because you squeezed your subordinates too much, then it was just a failed business... The Lord of Wealth wouldn't stop looking at you because of your first failure, but if you lost three times, then there would definitely be no more chances.

However, according to the current situation of the Wealth Church, people who lost three times in a row wouldn't need any chances anymore.

So, the believers of the Lord of Wealth could only fail twice in a row.

But the Night Church didn't care about these things.

Darkness was originally the protector of all that was shady.

As long as there were no victims, then it was wealth that was taken for granted.

As for how this victim disappeared, there was absolutely no need to discuss it.

Moonlight would cleanse away all evil.

Holding this tenet, how could High Priest Schroeder think that she was really kind?

He sincerely believed that among the seven gods, the one most likely to slip into evil was Night.

Although he himself wasn't anything good, High Priest Schroeder was very clear that the reason he could live so freely until now was that the Lord of Storm's persistence and bottom line were too clear.

If he were in Night, he would have been played to death by that group of lunatics long ago.

Conspiracy and strategy were things that could only survive in a 'harmonious' environment.

In a place like Night, where nothing was left after a move, where was there any room for conspiracies and tricks to be used?

Don't look at them as if they were always calculating each other, but in essence, as long as they could stand in that Dark Night Main Temple, the most fundamental position must be consistent... People who didn't conform to the underlying rules would have died long ago.

It's just that, in the Night Church, these cruel situations only existed at the high level, and the ordinary believers at the lowest level lived quite happily.

High Priest Schroeder coldly glanced at the scroll and turned to leave.

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"Huff..." A small whirlwind appeared beside Lorry's desk, making a sound like a sigh.

"What's wrong again?" Lorry grabbed a lock of hair that fell beside her ear and asked absentmindedly.

"Schroeder, why is he always so clever with a lot of stupidity?" The Lord of Storms really couldn't understand.

"What did you see that made you come to this conclusion?" Lorry put down the rune pen in her hand and looked curiously at the Lord of Storms.

"Schroeder was approached today..." The Lord of Storms slowly explained the cause and effect.

"Baron Watson?" Lorry couldn't figure it out, "Isn't he doing pretty well in the border army? Why would he be so clueless."

"You have to think of the cause and effect in reverse." The Lord of Storms reminded, "He was clueless first, and then he got this good result."

Lorry nodded in understanding: "Sure enough, nothing can be hidden from you in the Northern Territory."

"There's a lot of fun here." The Lord of Storms replied honestly, "The people on both sides of the border between the Icefield and the Northlands are taking turns being foolish."

Then he suddenly remembered something and immediately added: "I really didn't pay attention to the Montes family.

Their family has been around for a long time, and they haven't had any fun.

Your father is also a confidant of the King of the Northlands... Suddenly turning out like this, it's not just me who's surprised.

Even the Lord of Ice was very surprised that the Ice Dog King could really be born in a proper noble family like Montes Castle."

Although his believers were involved, as long as they used secular means, the Lord of Storms wouldn't pay attention.

Including the small actions of the Tower and Ice, they were ignored by him because they were too ordinary and secular.

Lorry couldn't help but shake her head: "Don't mention it."

The Ice Dog King's divine power level had increased a lot because he took advantage of the gaps in the Northland Kingdom's great nobles... Evil gods would gain 'negative faith' because their evil deeds were spread.

Although these beliefs would make them more and more chaotic and evil, it didn't really have much of an impact on something like the Ice Dog King.

What difference would it make if a dog that originally loved to bite everywhere was even crazier?

As long as the Lord of Ice could still control him, then he was a good dog.

Although the Lord of Storms had long confirmed that Lorry didn't resent him because of her father's family's affairs, he was still relieved by Lorry's attitude.

He really liked the two wind pillar mountains in Qingfeng Territory.

Although he didn't really need to ask for Lorry's permission to hang on them, Lorry, this little crazy child, could really publicly declare that 'the Lord of Storms staying in my territory is an unwelcome existence, but I just can't drive him away'.

He couldn't blame an underage young dragon for this kind of thing, he could only lose face himself.

As for Lorry's mother's family... In fact, they all understood that the tragedy of the Gezahr family did have the Schroeder's factors, but the root cause was that Gezahr, who was very likely to be controlled.

The Lord of Storms looked at High Priest Schroeder in the distance with a bit of regret: He looked awake, but he was already finished.

Did he really think that there were any wind-type spirit fetuses in this world?

Even if Schroeder himself hadn't swallowed that thing, how could he not be affected at all by being in frequent contact with that group of people, or even performing divine sacrifices together?

If the Gezahr family's blood was really that easy to exploit, would it still be his turn!

The Lord of Storms shook his head with a sigh: Why were there always waves of people who loved to play petty tricks?

"He, suspects the Night Goddess?" Lorry finally summarized a conclusion, "Is he that, stupid?"