Dear Broom Knight

Arslan was silent for a few seconds before reluctantly responding, "Lowry, aren't you making this enemy out to be a bit too terrifying? If he were truly that powerful, he wouldn't be probing bit by bit like this!"

Valera smiled slightly, "But for our Baron, why take such unnecessary risks? Besides, that's a battle on a divine level!"

What if a certain god suddenly decided they didn't want mortals to see them at a disadvantage? Those who saw it might suffer some special curse because of it.

Especially gods who control laws; if they genuinely detested something or someone, it could resonate with the laws themselves.

Perhaps, to mortals, it would just seem like bad luck, but in reality…"

Valera shook her head, suppressing all the little disrespectful thoughts that surfaced in her mind.

She was indeed powerful now, but only a strong person among mortals.

Even their Baron never thought he was strong enough to participate in divine-level battles, carefully avoiding those existences. What did she amount to?

The longer people followed Lowry, the less they feared the gods, but they definitely respected them.

On the contrary, those who were among them, constantly revering the gods, always did things that offended them.

Like those independent adventurers.

Weren't they very clear about the power and majesty of the Lord of Storms?

Why did they dare to rush into the Storm Church just because High Priest Schroeder was abandoned?

Even if they didn't dare to enter the prayer hall where the statue was located, rushing into the church to cause trouble was already the greatest disrespect!

Not to mention her four siblings, even Mar and Komlan wouldn't do such a stupid thing… even if they loudly complained about the Lord of Storms being too rough when their camp was being ravaged by the storm.

They were well aware that the Lord of Storms could definitely hear these complaints.

However, when Mar and Komlan heard what the adventurers were planning to do, their first reaction was… how dare they disrespect the Lord of Storms so much?

It was clear that even people who didn't think much knew that doing so was wrong.

However, all those shrewd and capable people, who had even been in the adventurer business for decades, seemed to be possessed… Valera knew that there were many spies from other forces secretly instigating and provoking.

But the fact that so many people responded was a bit ridiculous.

These people weren't unaware of what they were doing, but they had to use ridiculous and pathetic excuses that hardly anyone would believe to deceive others and themselves… all pretending to be ignorant while knowing the truth.

Of course, after all, with those spies bearing the main responsibility, everyone was a poor victim who had been deceived.

So, no matter what they thought in their hearts, they would definitely say, 'You do your thing, watching the fun and grabbing some gold is the goal.'

However, people with this idea would never enter the Storm Church while it was still intact; they would only wait for an opportunity outside… and if they couldn't wait, they would simply retreat.

Those who dared to rush in must have had other intentions and were not well-intentioned in the first place.

They didn't expect those adventurers to really help them attack the Storm Church, but they hoped that these greedy guys would rush in after everything was over to share the blame and obscure some of their traces.

Valera chuckled softly, "I don't think there will be any major damage to the Hamilton Storm Church. The Lord of Storms is so powerful and majestic!"

Arslan quickly understood her hint and quickly responded, "That's right, how could these rats in the gutter understand the terror of the storm!"

Then the conversation quickly ended… Grand Magus Arslan actively cut it off.

Cesca's face showed a trace of absurdity, "Grand Magus, he… has he forgotten?"

What on earth could have happened to make Grand Magus Arslan forget that the Lord of Storms had been staying here with them and hadn't moved!

In fact, Cesca had a vague feeling when Arslan first mentioned this lively event, but she didn't dare to believe it.

This was the Grand Magus who had taught Baron Lowry, so he must be meticulous and thorough in his work!

Even if he liked adventure and excitement, he would prepare carefully!

As a result, Valera had already made it so clear, but Arslan was still babbling… he had really forgotten.

Too unbelievable!

Valera breathed a sigh of relief, "The last time I spoke to Grand Magus Arslan, he wasn't so… absent-minded and confused!

Is it, too busy?

It is said that because the Palace Affairs Officer needs a period of special training, most of the palace affairs have been handed over to Grand Magus Arslan for handling during this period.

However, this can't be helped. His Majesty Travis is preparing to abdicate, so there's really no need to train his own people.

Instead, it will leave Lyon with no one to use."

Even close relatives can't use the same team… who the subordinates listen to is very important to those who control power.

Unless His Majesty Travis doesn't really want to abdicate the throne and give up control of the Northern Kingdom, he would never do such a harmful thing.

It's not good for Lyon who is about to ascend the throne, and it's not good for those young people he has chosen.

But just targeting Grand Magus Arslan alone… By the way, the Affairs Officer, whom His Majesty Travis trusts more and doesn't need pre-enthronement training, has returned to his hometown.

If he doesn't want to create trouble, such as letting a minister who has a close relationship with a certain Affairs Officer do some 'hidden dangers' that may create misunderstandings, then His Majesty Travis really can't use anyone.

Including his Minister of Finance.

Tsk tsk~ It's really too normal for Grand Magus Arslan to be so busy that he's dizzy.

Cesca looked at the pile of documents on her desk, "Fortunately, our Baron doesn't have any ambition to strive."

Valera couldn't help but laugh, "I remember, twenty, no, ten years ago, you still had the spirit that you could work for another three hundred years! Cesca."

"No… I must have had something burn my brain back then." Cesca pressed her brow with her fingers twice, "Although, my energy is still very sufficient, but I really think I need to drink some energy potions to clear my mind."

Although her face was still that of a twenty-something-year-old, and her body was much stronger than when she was really twenty, Cesca didn't feel like she had that drive anymore.

"It's not my fault." She murmured, "Those who have enjoyed leisure understand the bitterness of busyness the most."

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Almes listened to the knight's report with a solemn expression, "Qingfeng Territory said it so clearly and responded so quickly… It seems that Mage Lowry was already in contact with the capital!"

Pearl looked up at the scroll that was already one-third burned, and the bright moon that had not reacted, "The Schroeder family, is this, trying to survive in desperation?"

"Actually, it's also the right choice, but it's a bit ruthless." Almes sighed, "Ordinary people can't do it.

It's impossible for them to really be willing to die for the family like this."

"All voluntary? Including those fourth-generation members who are not even twenty years old?" Pearl said in disbelief.

"Didn't Qingfeng Territory say it very clearly! The number of people who die is equal to the remaining lifespan of Macmillan, and it is estimated that there will be two more." Almes replied, "Under the eyes of the Lord of Storms, they cannot do this in a way that has future troubles.

So, what should be used is the Prayer Technique.

Using one person's life to exchange for one year of life… it must be a heartfelt prayer to be exchanged successfully.

It's like a candle, each layer that is burned requires one person's life as a combustion aid.

Well… there must also be a medium who knows how all this works.

That is, a person who has the common bloodline of the two families, and may even be the biological child of Vice High Priest Macmillan, voluntarily becomes the wick of the candle that is lit.

Macmillan, really, died without injustice.

If the Schroeder family didn't have to pay everything for the miscalculations of the past, they would have been played to death long ago."

Pearl trembled twice all over her body, "How is this done!"

A person who has the bloodline of two families can't not know that he is just a tool, but he obviously doesn't plan to betray this dog P family… What method can be used to brainwash a person to this point!

Pearl is very clear that a person who can preside over this kind of ritual can never be an idiot, let alone be manipulated by anyone.

He must be clearly aware of all this, but still approves of this approach.

"High Priest Schroeder obviously has a lot of research on bloodlines, Gezal, Gezal's bloodline originally has the ability to neutralize and even fuse abnormal bloodlines.

This is not a secret, but no one has ever cared about it.

After all, wind is a law with a master, and no one dares to study it excessively.

Who would have thought that there would be such a kind of great high priest of the storm who really has this ability?" Almes anxiously bit his fingernails, "He who can do this can never fight a battle without a chance of winning.

Tell us, it is better to miscalculate than to be the first to rush into the Storm Church.

That guy must be prepared, you must not go to die."

In the depths of the alley, dimly lit by the firelight in the sky, someone quickly accepted the order.

But Pearl suddenly grabbed Almes' arm: "Brother, the reason why High Priest Schroeder and Duke Schroeder dare to take the strong members of the family to die together, is it because they are sure that the Macmillan family will never dare to attack those two children?"

After all, if there can be one candle wick, there can be a second.