The Legend of Fatality

"My master?"

Count Robel-de-Toulouse escaped from his sad thoughts, and he narrowed his eyes in the dark banquet hall. When night fell, there were no servants to light the fuel lamps. They followed the lonely command of this lonely person. No one dared, nor was anyone willing to disturb him in front of the sad count.

Even if the luxurious furnishings in the dark hall appear shadowy in the dark, some furniture has formed a weird shape, pulling out a more weird shadow. The fireplace, statues, and some decorative shadows also seem to hide terrible monsters.

But on the marble floor at the foot of the throne, he could still see his son's pale, lifeless face. Although more than a day has passed since Sir Daniel's body was removed and prepared for burial.

Sorrow reappeared on his face again, and it was transmitted through his eyes. Maybe I had hallucinations, including the voice, the count could not help thinking.ァ 新 ヤ ~ ⑧ ~ 1 ~ 中文 网 ωωω.χ ~ ⒏ ~ 1zщ.còм

"My master?"

Asked the weak nasal voice again. This time, when the earl looked into the darkness, he saw a curled figure standing not far from his throne. Earl Robert recognized him as a servant of his own. The man named Oat Straw maintained a quirky posture on one foot.

Oat rods used to be Earl's stable manager until a horse kicked him and broke his back. Although the lame civilian was in a low mood and reminded him of his sick body, the count still decided to keep him alive with a kind heart.

"What are you going to do, sneak in the dark like a hunched cat?" Count Robert asked, throwing a glass of wine at the head of the oat straw.

Oatmeal tried to avoid, but his disabled body could not make such agile movements. The metal goblet slammed into the farmer's head. He whimpered.

"I have no intention of disrespecting you, my master." The cowering man pleaded.

"Then explain it yourself, and hurry up," Count Robert said sharply.

The hump-backed servant bowed deeply, holding the marble floor with his dirty hands, and appeared in front of the earl's throne. "Servants have been talking about what you said to Sir Raymond here."

"I have forbidden to say the coward's name in the castle," Count Robert roared. "He is afraid of the scum of Lancaster who killed my son. And I am not afraid, if it is a complete person, I will pick up my own sword to deal with him! I want Charlie Du Lancas I especially mourn for his children, just like I mourn for my children! "

Oatmeal heard his master's roar of pain and anger, and flinched back a bit, then a sympathetic smile appeared on his face.

"This is what they are talking about," he continued, and nodded eagerly. "They said you wanted to kill Sir Daniel's murderer, and they didn't care **** it."

Earl Robert glared at his servant. "What do you want to say?" He asked. "You think you can kill a knight! Even if you are not a crippled man, Sir Lotel will peel off your skin alive without any effort."

The oat stalk lowered his head down, wincing at the scorn and ridicule of his master. "I don't mean this, and there is no hint that you can do it."

"What do you mean? Are you going to tease me?" Count Robert continued to growl, and he soon lost patience with the servant's cowardice.

"Magic, my master," said Oatmeal, his voice reduced to a whisper. "Revenge Sir Daniel with magic."

After hearing it, Robber shook his head and giggled. "Magic? Witchcraft? Is this your suggestion?"

"Can your court mage do it?"

Earl Robert sneered contemptuously and sneered. "Let that mage kill a knight? His spell can be used to mash the crops, it can also be used to make milk sour, and maybe it can also dry one or two fields! But kill a knight? The mage does not know how to do it, even if he does not dare. "

Oatmeal nodded, but his words were not consistent with his master's.

"Master Master only released some small magic for you, because you only provided him with some small things." He said. "If you promise him more, maybe he can pronounce better spells."

"Unfortunately you don't have enough money for him to treat your back, which is too bad." Count Robert sneered, but this kind of ridicule sounded a bit empty.

This servant's suggestion is worth considering. Although this violated all his virtue of knights, Count Robert wanted to know whether magic could win under the cold and merciless steel blow.

"Go to the mage and tell him I want to see him." Earl Robert said to the oatmeal.

But the oatmeal did not move, but thought about something with a worried and hesitant expression, and it seemed that he did not hear the earl's order at all.

"Damn, what are you thinking?" Earl Robert was angry that he ignored his orders.

"My master, forgive me. I was thinking ..." Oatmeal was interrupted by the earl's words, but he still hesitated to tell the earl what he knew.

"What are you thinking?" The count asked angrily.

"I know a person who may be owned by you, to be exact a woman, but I am worried that so many will have a bad influence on you ..." Oatmeal stopped his words again, and he began to regret to Lord Earl Make this suggestion.

"A woman?" Earl Robert narrowed his eyes and stared at the oat straw, changing into an undoubted and dangerous whisper. "You mean you know a witch?"

"No, not ..." Oatmeal quickly tried to deny that the witch was not allowed in Burtania. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest computer terminal: https: //

This part benefits from the belief of Ms. Liming, and partly from the female prophets belonging to Ms. Liming. They will seek and destroy any evil witches found. However, because the territory of Burtania is large enough, and the number of female prophets is scarce, the girl witch is still hidden in the countryside and forests, trying to survive while hiding herself.

Count still stared at the oatmeal, and there was no trace of trust in his words in his eyes. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"It's outside the castle ... the village women." Oatmeal tried hard to explain. "They ... they said there was a witch in the forest, they would hold regular ceremonies, they would help them treat diseases, they would ..."

"What will happen?" Count Robert sternly asked.

"I will preach, my master." Oatmeal was startled and said quickly. "They said that the witch would preach. It is said that she also believed in a lady. I ... I don't know if you believe in ... the lady."

"A witch?" Earl Robert murmured to himself. There were several female gods he knew. But who would be a witch, a witch hiding in the forest?

"Do you think she can help me kill a knight, why?" Robert turned to his servant again and asked.

"They ... the village women said, which witch they saw had killed a monster." Oatmeal answered honestly. "They said she killed a huge wild boar with huge fangs and a height higher than people in the forest."

Count Robert knew that the beast he was talking about, Toulouse had only one beast like that, but even a martial knight was very dangerous when facing it. Its body is larger than a knight riding a horse. If the witch can kill such a beast, then she may be able to help her son complete revenge.

"You are looking for that witch," Count Robert decided to see the witch first to see her strength. "Tell her I want to see her."

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