The Extraordinary Earl

A secret room underground somewhere in the castle.

Although it is a basement, the environment is not dark and humid at all, but very dry. Candles are lit everywhere in the basement, lighting up the space.

This is a typical mage workbench, or laboratory, because the basement is filled with all kinds of mage tools, and the ceiling, walls, and floor are covered with magical patterns.

Magic lines are flashing on the ground, and the magic array is working. There is a transparent container in the center of the array, and there is a ball of liquid in the container.

The liquid was bubbling and seemed to be boiling.

There were two people standing at the edge of the magic circle. One was a thin young man wearing a black hat and black robe, holding a magic wand.

One was a handsome, slender middle-aged man wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, with a sword casually hanging on his waist.

Although the man's figure is slender, he does not feel weak. Instead, he gives people a sense of leanness and essence.

This one is obviously a knight.

"How long does it take for the potion to stabilize?" the knight man asked the mage man.

"It will take about another hour." The mage man glanced at the gravel funnel in the laboratory, and then said.

"The "Great Knight Potion" can be completed in a child. Soon, I will be a great knight." Although he has experienced many storms in his life, the knight man is still a little excited.

Great Knight.

He was a big shot in the entire Kingdom of Prussia. When he became a Grand Knight, his idea was to go to the capital to join the King of Prussia and become a court noble.

The knights are 90% sure of this matter, because the King of Prussia now lacks prestige and urgently needs to expand its force to deal with the increasingly powerful local nobles.

Even a former thief can transform into a noble by simply changing his appearance.

"Dong dong dong!!!" At this moment, the sound of the alarm bell rang. The expressions of the knight man and the mage man changed. The knight man cursed with an ugly face: "Damn it, who doesn't have eyesight here? time to attack me."

"Those who have the strength to attack the Qiufeng bandits must have matching strength. The opponent must not be a good person. We must delay for an hour. When the potion is completed, we can escape from the tunnel."

The mage man said.

"Can you get out of here? I need your help." The knight man asked.

"The potion can be completed automatically. There will be no problem if I leave." The mage man said.

"Walk."

The knight man shouted and led the mage man out of the basement.

……….

On the other hand, Luther and his party entered the castle, and entering through the gate was the castle hall.

The hall is a circular structure, with only a circular staircase leading to the second floor. There is a platform on the second floor. The platform is now full of people.

There are about a hundred people, and the Autumn Wind Thieves Group only has about fifty or sixty knights, so there are ordinary thieves among them.

Many people were holding bows and arrows or crossbows, staring at Pompeii, his son and others in the hall.

One of the guys was wearing a black robe and holding a wand. He knew he was a mage at a glance.

I just don’t know who the Omima Knight is.

Luther stretched out his head and looked around, looking for Omima among the thieves upstairs, but unfortunately he didn't find it.

Luther was a little disappointed, but still observed the hall with interest. Generally in noble castles, the innermost seat of such a hall is a seat with a carpet on the floor.

There will also be several oil paintings hanging on the walls.

But there are none of these in this castle, but there are ten very strong stone statues two people tall. The stone statues are holding sharp blades and wearing armor.

"These should not be decorations." Luther judged.

"These are clay golems. They have strong defensive capabilities. It is very troublesome to deal with them. They can only be destroyed violently." Mr. Al suddenly said.

The voice was still low and hoarse.

Luther glanced at Mr. Al with some surprise. This mage who seemed so withdrawn that Luther didn't hear a few words he said actually spoke.

That's when the confrontation changed.

The middle-aged knight spoke, and asked in a strong voice: "Who are you, and why did you attack the Autumn Wind Thieves Group?"

Obviously he is the leader of the Autumn Wind Thieves Group, a senior knight with strong wind fighting spirit, Omima.

"Hey, that's a really good joke. Do you thieves need a reason to attack others?" The Knight of Orleans laughed and had a sense of humor.

"Stop talking nonsense, we mainly take off the head of Omima." The Tomahawk Knight said to the Knight of Orleans, then jumped up without saying a word and rushed towards Omima.

The Tomahawk Knight's body was burning with a ball of fire, which was clearly a flame of fighting spirit.

The scorching high temperature immediately brought a heat wave, but miraculously it did not burn the clothes on the tomahawk knight. This knight had very strong control over his fighting spirit.

"Senior Knight!!!" Even though Omima knew that the person coming was evil, his expression still changed slightly at this moment. The knight could only discern the strength when fighting.

The most striking feature is the intensity of fighting spirit.

Obviously, this flame knight is a high-level knight.

If there is a first high-level knight, then there may be a second one, and their Autumn Wind Thieves Group only has one.

"The Bear of Violence."

"The agility of a cat."

"The sharpness of an eagle."

The mage of the Autumn Wind Thieves Group added three group auxiliary spells to the thieves in one breath, raised his staff and shouted: "Fight, Clay Golem."

With a "boom", the clay golems in the hall came to life one after another, their eyes flashed red, and they were particularly fierce. They brandished their sharp swords and attacked the saber-toothed tiger bandits.

"Knight of Orleans, destroy the clay golem first." Mr. Al said to the Knight of Orleans in a low voice.

"Okay." The Orleans knight was filled with earthy fighting spirit. He picked up the thick-handled short ax in his hand and rushed towards a nearby clay golem.

The other knights of the Sabretooth Tiger Knights also jumped up and rushed towards the thieves.

Old Sol glanced at Luther, and also raised his knight's sword to help the Knight of Orleans destroy the clay golem.

Luther immediately understood that the look in his eyes meant he should be careful.

Instead of letting him go.

So Luther stood obediently beside Mr. Al. Because he was a magician of his own, he was at the back of the battle and was protected by two knights.

One of them is the assistant and mistress of the Tomahawk Knight, a female knight's wife whom Luther is very familiar with.

"It should be very safe here. Fighting is the most annoying thing." Luther put his head around and observed the battle carefully, but made up his mind not to take action.

Commonly known as, paddling!

But in this world, little things come true, and more dissatisfaction occurs.

If you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you.