Duke of Grief

Ziegler looked up at the time, "Isn't anyone here yet?"

With a little eagerness in her words, even the goddess of wealth couldn't help turning her head to look around, as if she had never seen him look so impatient since she knew this red dragon.

However, he has always been very interested in this thing since he learned about the ‘Master’s College’ plan, so it’s not surprising that he has such a reaction.

The maid sat behind her desk, her fingertips over the letterhead, and her eyes shifted as her fingertips moved.

These are all letterheads sent by other mages. In the letters, they are either sternly swearing or persuading, but there is a kind of petition in the line-let the maid give up and continue to build the academy.

But what really makes the maid interesting is that there is no letterhead from ‘Legendary Master’, it seems that all Legendary Masters are sensible or watching.

Ordinary mages, even great magicians, do not need to bother about it. The only thing that can shake the maid’s mind is the legendary mages, but until now, they still have ambiguous attitudes and have not expressed any opinions about it.

Cervantes sat on the side with his arms folded, listening to the busy footsteps in the hallway constantly entering his ears, each step was like stepping on his nerves, clearly visible.

In the clutter of footsteps, only one footstep with a little panic, and is quickly approaching the office.

Heilong opened his eyes and said indifferently: "Come!"

As soon as the voice fell, the office door was knocked. Everyone turned their eyes, and the maid's mouth slightly curled.

"Please come in!"

At the next moment, the door was violently pushed open, the doorstep was just stepped into the office, all eyes fell on him, and his eyes also looked at the people and things in the whole room.

Then, as if being poured from the bottom by a basin of cold water, the rage suddenly disappeared, and even the body became stiff.

The visitor is well-dressed, but the etiquette is not good, and it is not worthy of his ‘jinyiyu belt’.

Looking at the visitor, the maid blinked a few times and smiled and asked, "Bishop Walkland, I don't know why you came here?"

It was the noble church that took the lead...

Bishop Walkland's gaze wandered in the room, glancing across the big men one by one, and a few drops of cold sweat on his forehead.

The quiet red dragon's lips are light, blowing the "green jade" like the lake and water in the Zou Cup, taking a sip of green, smelling the fragrance of the nose, and saying nothing.

The black dragon next to him was generally half-open, and his eyes were always on the bishop who pushed in, but the maliciousness in his eyes made the Bishop Walkland chill.

The black dragon on the side did not squint, his eyes fixed on the tea in the glass, did not taste, nor put down the tea cup in his hand, the pressure on him was not weaker than that of the red dragon.

The Goddess of Fortune looked back, her eyes full of curiosity, showing that there was no slight unpleasantness in the previous communication with Serena the maidservant.

Bishop Walkland bitterly took a deep breath and looked at the maidservant—

The maid narrowed her eyes and smiled sweetly. When she saw the pink lips, she asked again: "Bishop Walkland, may I ask, why are you here at this time?"

"me……"

Bishop Walkland opened his mouth to answer, but felt his tongue froze, unable to say a word.

Darkness was spreading under his feet. At this moment, he seemed to be in the abyss, and indescribable fears approached him from all directions.

Fortunately, in this dark tide, Bishop Walkland can still keep a clear mind, unfortunately, he can still keep a clear mind.

Time seemed to be pressed at the moment when the stop button was pressed. The bishop of the aristocratic church stood desolately in the middle of the darkness, and his brain was more awake than ever.

‘I shouldn’t be here! ‘He regrets it.

‘But, this is the mission given me under the crown! 'He is struggling.

‘No, I knew this result from the beginning...’

"Ugh……"

Bishop Walkland let out a long sigh in a trance, as if the spine had been pulled away, and the tall body suddenly languished.

"Maid Serena, don't know if you can..."

The middle-aged bishop was worried, hesitated for a moment, and asked with difficulty: "Stop the construction of the Master College?"

He gave up his pride and tried to make the woman in front of him soft-hearted with a begging gesture, but he didn't know that the more he was, the less likely the woman in front was to give up.

"Bishop Walkland, you should know," the maid still smiled, "this is impossible!"

Bishop Walkland shuddered and lost and murmured: "Yes, I know... Then, I won't bother..."

The middle-aged man closed the doors on both sides and closed the dark face outside the door. At once, the atmosphere in the office became active again.

"Perfect!" Ziegler smiled and praised, not knowing whether he was talking about the tea in the cup or the performance just now.

Latinia also grinned and lay down on the desk, "That woman should be deflated now!"

Cervantes took a sip of his own tea, and was very satisfied with the warmth and taste of the water. "The aristocratic church took the lead. Who will be next?"

"Who knows..." The maid lifted a strand of golden hair in front of her and chuckled, "Anyone is possible?"

The aristocratic goddess and the mage met at once, but her followers were just like her, almost bullying and hard-working, and they were a typical'modern noble'.

But it is not clear who will come afterwards, because ‘everyone is possible’.

But it should still be a priest of a church, and I don’t know which church?

…………

"Master--"

Ashley looked at her adoptive father in shock, "Martial arts master, you want to let "they" enter that college!?"

"I'm not a "Martial Skill Chief" anymore..."

The blinded drow elf chuckled: "Aren't we also people in the Duchy of Wailing Wind? I remember you but we said that we have all received the'resident ID'."

Ashley said nervously: "I got it, but..."

After the martial arts chief raised his hand to stop his adopted daughter, he softly persuaded: "The maid grew up personally promised, "anyone" can enter the college to learn, then we should be the same. That maid can be Not as narrow as you think, otherwise this country cannot develop to the present level..."

"...Is it really okay?" Ashley tried to get the answer from her knowledgeable adoptive father as before.

The martial arts chief could not see it, but he could hear the hope in Ashley’s words.

Like he has been difficult to break away from the tradition of drow society, Ashley is even more impossible.

She respects him, but when she treats her brother, she will unknowingly show an attitude of "instructing others"~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Even her brother treats her with a corresponding attitude.

‘Mage is much more noble than warrior’ — this concept is the result of traditional education and is difficult to eradicate.

"If you don't believe it, you can go to the city hall and ask yourself." The martial arts chief raised his hand and gently stroked the head of his adopted daughter. "Did you say that? "Any questions about people's livelihood" can be answered in the city hall. "

"I can't see it, but the experience is still there, and I won't be blinded by one's appearance. I can more directly'see' how a person is. If you don't believe it, just ask! But I still say that , I believe that the maidservant is not that narrow-minded."

Some tweaked Ashley pursed her mouth, and her body with a little fear stopped shaking.

She wants to integrate into this country, otherwise it is not just her, her ‘father’, her ‘brother and sister’ are going to die...

So she must do it!

"Yes, father..."