Night Crow Master

The sunlight in the afternoon was still strong, and the light spilled on the desk from the window, and also illuminated the pile of gold coins on the desk.

"I want to buy a viscount for this gold coin? No, these things are not even enough to buy a bottle of black iron baptism potion."

Count Seyvor sneered, grabbed a gold coin, and shook it back.

Accompanied by a sharp breaking sound, gold coins were embedded in the door frame.

"Hey, Lord Earl, this is not a good welcome!"

A diminutive middle-aged man opened the door, glanced at the gold coin embedded in the door, pulled it a few times, and after confirming that it could not be pulled out, he walked in.

Seeing him, Count Seyvor couldn't help but smile:

"Long time no see, Elcanford, the potion you made is indeed very good, your potion made me, now, who do you want to make?"

"No, no, no, the church and the nobles strictly control the raw materials, the materials that can make baptism potions, I can't even find any materials now, hey, five years, I can't even make a bottle of black iron potions, my Children who want to be promoted from apprenticeship to black iron must submit an oath to the church or the nobles."

The middle-aged man looked at the Earl of Seyvor, with a sorrowful smile on his lips:

"I hope that my death will bring him a bottle of black iron baptism potion. If you can be promoted to a higher level, I want to beg you to give him another bottle of copper baptism potion."

Seeing his sorrowful smile, Count Seywall looked a little strange:

"El Canford, it seems that you didn't find a new helper today. You want to completely solve the hidden danger?"

Hearing this, the shrunken middle-aged man lowered his head:

"No, I never thought that I would be able to avenge a knight who was about to be promoted to Blue Silver."

Hearing what he said, Count Seyvor paused and laughed:

"Very good, very good, El Canford, others thought I had exhausted my potential, and I could not go further at the stage of the Bronze Knights, but you are different."

His figure disappeared from the place, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the middle-aged man. He lowered his head and approached Ercanford with a smile on his face:

"What are you going to exchange for?"

He asked this inexplicably, and Elcanford took a deep breath:

"Everything I know, anything you want to know, I will tell you everything, as long as you can—"

"A black iron baptismal place, right? Elkanford, you don't need to repeat it twice."

Count Seyvor turned around and tugged at his bow tie:

"No problem, and...you don't need to die."

These words made El Canford suddenly raised his head: "What did you say!?"

"Surprised? El Canford?"

Count Sewall laughed: "Twenty years ago, why did I want to kill you?"

"Because of that woman? No, she is not that important, and she is just my experiment. I have no feelings for her."

Count Seyvor walked to the desk, turned the chair over, and looked at this man who was much older than twenty years ago with a smile on his face:

"No, I admit, I do have feelings for her—"

"It's a shame for such a beautiful woman to die like this. Moreover, she has the potential to become a warlock. If I give birth to a child, I can extract the potential from that child, and then I can become a warlock. "

The Earl of Seyvor stated his ugly purpose without any concealment:

"The reason for pursuing you is because you have ruined my plan, and it is very important to me that you can make a baptism potion, even if it is just an imitation, which can give me a lot of money."

"Hunting you, I want to obtain the skills to make potions from you, and worry that you will promote me to black iron by using your baptism potions, rather than being promoted to black iron without using any potions. genius."

"I, need to maintain the name of genius, so that I can get the support of old Seyvor, successfully become his bodyguard, and then let Miss Seyvor marry me."

Count Seyvor raised his right leg and looked at him:

"Now? Do you think I still need to hunt you down? No, make potions? I can get more, higher status? I am now Earl of Seyvor."

"You think too much of yourself, El Canford."

After speaking, he turned around: "I can give you everything you need, and you need to do a few things for me."

"It's only been twenty years. As a warlock apprentice and experiment, you haven't forgotten all the techniques?"

.......

On the other side, the hunters, carrying their prey, tried to return to the Earl of Seyvor just before sunset.

However, they failed, and the sun has already set.

Fortunately, they estimated that they could return to the Earl of Seyvor soon after the dinner began.

After all, they are only twenty kilometers away from the Earl of Seyvor.

Fokker Seyvor couldn't help but feel a sense of irony in his heart as he looked at the group of young people gathered around, and at their pleasing smiles.

The other students around the Marquis of Andes all have a noble status.

The descendants of several princes of the Kingdom of Droft, even the sixth princess and the 17th prince of the Kingdom of Droft, were apprentices to the Marquis of Andes.

And he, the identity of the son of Count Seyvor, didn't have any height there.

He can be said to be the one with the lowest status.

Normally, he flattered and flattered other people, but now, when he returned to this place, he saw other people showing him the expression he hated most.

And at this moment, he suddenly turned his head and turned his gaze to the forest on the right.

Rustle rustle...

The dense sound, in this team of dozens of horses, is difficult to distinguish compared to the sound of the hoof landing.

But for several Dark Iron Knights in the team, these voices are just like someone talking in a quiet room.

It was very clear, and it was enough for them to discern the specific direction.

"There are enemies!" Behind Fokker Sevor, the several dark iron knight guards immediately notified the rest of the team.

When they heard the intensity of the sound, they smiled:

"With less than a hundred people, the strength is not high."

Several dark iron knights pulled up the reins hard and kicked the horse under the seat with their legs.

Herod! ! !

The painful war horse stepped on its four hooves, raising its speed to a level in a short time.

"Mr. Seawall, be careful." A dark iron knight drew a long sword and rushed over with his horse.