Dear Broom Knight

Based on Almes's understanding of that old mage, he knew that after that idiot's actions were revealed, he would definitely resign from all positions and simply go to the Astral Plane... Only in this way could those who wanted him to save people give up.

Although sentimental, he was still a standard mage!

What he was willing to cherish would always be the heart he could let go of whenever he wanted, and forget whenever he wanted.

They would rather stay away from what they couldn't control.

He would help where he could.

If he couldn't help, or if the other party had caused a catastrophe by harming his interests, he would never give anyone a chance to pester him.

Because his image had already been classified as a relatively mature mage, in recent years, Almes had rarely gone to the training ground that mainly served low and mid-level mages... Fortunately, he had gone there the year before last because he had some affairs to discuss with that old mage while managing the greenhouse where the magical plants were located.

Then Almes suddenly realized that this was all the karma created by that previous one... The princes who could immediately find supporters from other countries when Emperor Travis ascended the throne must have been rotten long ago.

Others might not be so rotten, but that doesn't mean they don't know where to find this mud pit.

It's just that Emperor Travis was too powerful, and those guys who were attracted to the strange smell of the mud pit didn't dare to continue going there.

However, when they realized they had a chance and could become a corrupt flower blooming in the mud pit, they would naturally be attracted to it.

It's just that Emperor Travis used to hate them for not living up to expectations, pulling them back and whipping them, hoping to beat them into human form.

But now, he was unwilling to continue working so hard.

For those who still craved that mud pit, Emperor Travis chose to let them go.

Then, what would inevitably follow would be a complete severance.

Almes lowered his head and thought for a while, feeling that returning to Hamilton might be the most correct choice.

Although there were crises everywhere, but... he wasn't really afraid.

On the contrary, the people he left in the capital would be completely ignored because of his departure.

After all, everyone knew that he was extremely careful and never gave his subordinates permission to enter the secret room... not even Bowen's son.

Actually, it wasn't that he didn't want to give it, but that the guy who liked to wander around didn't want it.

If he had access to the royal secret area, he would have to register many times when he entered and exited, which was too troublesome.

Sigh... Thinking about the affairs of the capital is annoying, otherwise, he would still stay in Hamilton for the winter!

Really, why did he have to run into this kind of thing... The key is that he can't remain silent.

He, who was very good at internal strife, understood very well that if he dared to hide this matter because of that bit of impatience, it would really be endless trouble.

Lowry Montes, who was nesting below, and those two storm believers would definitely not mind their own business, but in the current situation, who would believe that there wasn't a proper royal secret agent hiding in the corner peeping?

Sigh~ Why does he have to be the bad guy!

Clearly so useless, even smashing him with the weakness he used as a cover didn't elicit the lure-the-enemy-in-deep scheme he had set up.

So annoying... Almes brazenly covered his mouth with his hand and exhaled a breath, and the eyes of the few enemies outside the cage turned bright red as if they were stimulated, and the frequency of attacking Casimir became faster.

"That's right! That's it!" The woman in colorful clothes roared frantically, "I knew it, you didn't do your best!

Hurry up a bit!"

Granen Sack's face flushed red with anger, and white eyes seemed to appear on his head, but the red crystal rapier he was waving in his hand obviously accelerated.

"Is this the so-called cold face washing underwear?" Toronto muttered in a low voice.

"What are you babbling about there?" Evelyn Costa kicked the rag under her feet in dissatisfaction, "Get to the point!

Tell me quickly what kind of evil trick she's talking about, why didn't I understand it."

"This is not the level of the evil gods in our world." Toronto moved, leaving a thin slit for the cloak to bend near his mouth, "But it should be related to sacrifice.

Probably, it can hurt the main body that bestows these divine powers by extracting some divine power from the flesh and blood of devout believers."

"Ah..." Blair said blankly, "No wonder High Priest Schroeder said he would die without a trace."

"Huh?" Evelyn Costa turned to look at him, "How is that done?

If it's a self-explosion, there should be a layer of ashes!"

"It's very simple. Ah! Ah? Why did you hit me?" Blair was about to explain the principle more clearly when he was miserably punched heavily by Ceres Tia.

"Are you sick?" Ceres Tia asked unceremoniously, "You were really planning to start from lighting the fire for something that could be done with a ball of sacred fire?"

"Oh... Oh!" Blair smiled awkwardly and chose to shut up.

Evelyn Costa looked back and forth and showed a sneer: "Heh~".

But she also understood that Ceres Tia was normal like this.

Their Lord of Valor was powerful, but he was also a god of faith, and there were always some incompatibilities with those innate gods.

That sun god couldn't completely trust them either... Sacred fire was obviously something unique to innate gods.

No wonder the work of destroying the fragments of divine artifacts was better done by the old three major churches in those years.

Their valiant knights could only dominate in the other few churches with great effort.

Ceres Tia knew these things very well, so she would stop Bishop Blair from saying some embarrassing things, such as 'Isn't that how it's done?' and so on.

Then, she suddenly realized that the attacks outside had suddenly become more violent.

Evelyn Costa asked hesitantly: "They, seem to be coming for your sacred fire!

That's right, they're all playing with fire."

Ceres Tia blinked, looked at Bishop Blair, and looked up at the silver moon in the sky that was about to be covered with red dots, and said something irrelevant: "Dawn is coming."

Almes, who heard this sentence, suddenly perked up: "Ah~ Then I have to put in some effort."

The slender, triangular-shaped leaves that could only be seen with careful observation on the Thousand Silk Spiderweb Vine suddenly opened at the same time, and endless colorful water curtains rushed towards the enemies who were attacking Casimir.

Several people who were caught off guard quickly retreated but still couldn't escape... Except for Granen Sack, who used the people around him as shields.

Then, the few people who fell on the ground, like being poured with strong acid, began to rot into mud while screaming.

There was also one who used his last bit of strength to curse Granen Sack... He was actually almost able to escape, but unfortunately, he didn't notice that there was a more vicious person next to him.

Granen Sack hesitated for a few seconds, then immediately yelled at the woman in colorful clothes with righteous indignation: "Isn't that the poison you're best at!

Hurry up and detoxify them! Look how painful they are!"

"What I can control is water." The woman in colorful clothes seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of her, and she spoke with more logic, "And cleaning up the poisons I put down myself.

If I could really control all the poisons, why would I play with rain and ice, I might as well simply become the god of poison, that would be really powerful!

It's also okay to let me extract the water inside, but, you have to accept the result after the concentration becomes greater.

Oh, I haven't done such delicate work for a long time, and it's also possible to draw water from the blood..."

Granen Sack rolled his eyes irritably: "Dried corpse plus acid?

You're really useless!"

At this time, he still had the mind to retort the words of the woman in colorful clothes.

"No wonder he can be the leader! He really has the flavor of a cult!" Evelyn Costa nodded in satisfaction, and then asked curiously, "Almes, do people in your Hamilton family like rainbows very much?"

The face of the always calm natural mage instantly distorted... He realized for the first time that Islah would choose the colorful crystal cover among those luxurious but useless decorations, probably because of him.

In his old father's heart, the Hamilton County would definitely be left to him.

Even if Almes had no descendants, it didn't matter, anyway, natural mages all lived long.

There was no need to worry about anyone being dissatisfied, there was still Lowry Montes next door who was likely to live as long as the heavens!

When he became the master of the castle, the Thousand Silk Spiderweb Vine would naturally take root and grow wantonly... Wouldn't that rainbow-like tangle of silk threads and colorful crystals be a good match!

He really hated that he only thought of this now!

Almes couldn't help but bite his lip... Even though he understood Islah's love for him, past habits still made him easily ignore his father's care and love.

Although this concern was so nonsensical that he himself couldn't believe it.

But... would there really be someone who would pay attention to such subtle details?

And it was for him.

Almes silently lowered his head and no longer opened his mouth to deny Evelyn Costa's words.

The people in the cage all looked at him with strange expressions, a little embarrassed.

Although the level of appreciation was undoubtedly poor, the family relationship of the Hamiltons was really close!

Even Ceres Tia McMillan, whose family atmosphere was still good, couldn't help but look at Almes with envy... When she first took a fancy to this guy, she felt that he had a temperament that could attract her very much.

Ceres Tia now suddenly felt that it might be the unique taste of a child from a loving and close-knit family.