The Legend of Fatality

This is not the first time, she hopes that she can make good use of the relationship with the duke family. They are distant cousins ​​with in-law relationships. She could have asked the Duke to meet in private, but she did not do so.

Her inherent fairness does not allow her to do so. Her affairs are very important to her, but for anyone else, they are not important to interfere in the affairs of the country.

She decided to use public time to do this. After all, what she really wanted to do was to know if there was news of her father. The Duke is unlikely to know these things.

She trembled, trying to control her worries. Her father will be fine. He experienced nearly half a century of war, famine and plague. He will survive. He is indestructible. At least, she hopes he is. He is the only real family member she has left in this world.

The Duke's voice increased, interrupting her contemplation. He lost patience with the little nobles and yelled at them as if they were naughty children in need of strict discipline. "If any of you dare to come here to waste my time, I will see that both of you are flogged and deprived of a place on the battlefield. Do you understand?"

Angelica was stunned. These people may be stingy and narrow-minded, but they are nobles. It ’s unusual for anyone to talk to them like that. Like all Kaslov nobles, they will be very sensitive, and besides, they have their own private army and assassins. Such public rudeness is usually the cause of the duel. One of the nobles made this clear.

"After this battle, Count Mikar, I am happy to please you." The Duke said with a sneer, his tone clearly showed who he thought would win in any duel. "But at this time, if you haven't noticed, we have more important things to do. It is even more important than the question of which of you has priority to choose their position on the outer wall. However, if you wait long enough Those beasts outside the wall may cut off your fool's head and turn your problem into an academic problem. If I don't let my guard do it first. You can leave in front of your duke. Now! "

The anger in the Duke ’s voice was unabashed, Angelica had no doubt, and Duke Winter was telling the truth. Even so, she thought, he was too stupid. In the days to come, he will need the voluntary support of these people and their army.

Willam also saw this, because after he whispered a few words in his brother's ear, he hurriedly followed them and said a few words of comfort to them. The Minister of the Court carefully looked at his reference list, tapped his cane on the ground, and ordered the other two to move forward.

They were tall, wearing well-maintained armor, wearing long cloaks, and wolf head amulets hanging around their necks. There was a frantic look on their thin faces. No one needs to introduce them, and even before they speak, Angelica knows who they are—the demon hunter.

Demon hunters are very popular in Kaslov and may be related to the hostile attitude towards magic here. Of course, there are indeed some wrong targets, but there are very few devil hunters in the north of Angelica. In his father ’s territory, even for Mrs. Casler, it was too far away and dangerous.

"Your Majesty, within the walls of Prague, there are admirers of fallen dark power. We must lead by example. Burning a few people will set a good example for citizens."

"You must know who needs to be burned to death, Urgo," the Duke's voice showed obvious sarcasm. Angelica is surprised; Duke Winter is known for sympathizing with witch hunters and as enemies of evil forces.

This is one of the few things that made him popular among his people. She watched carefully. Maybe he just didn't like these two people. The answer is the second witch hunter, his voice is smooth and sophisticated, in fact, he and Bai En's voice is very similar.

"His Royal Highness, we took the liberty to prepare a list," he said. The Duke greeted him to go forward, took the scroll from his outstretched hand, looked around for a while, and laughed.

"Does it feel fun, Your Highness?" The man murmured. There was a dangerous tone in his voice. He is not a habit of being mocked.

"Only you, Cech, can find that half of the management class of the Temple of Ulrich are heretics."

"His Royal Highness, they did not search for people deceived by the darkness with enough enthusiasm. Any pastor of Ulik doing so is a betrayal of human cause, so he is indeed a pagan."

"I believe the Archbishop will not agree with you, Cech. This may be why he wants to remove you from the priesthood."

"His Royal Highness, I was expelled by hidden pagans. They were afraid of being exposed to the light of truth. They knew they would see me shamed, otherwise they would be exposed as servants of demons. They-- "

"Enough, Cech!" The Duke said calmly and threateningly. "We are in a state of war right now, and I will explain it only once. I am calling you here to tell you something-not to listen to you nagging. So, listen carefully and listen carefully."

"Those who you think are pagans will not be further persecuted by you or yours unless I order them! Unless I allow them, we will not exhort the public to burn the homes of those you think are not fanatical enough! That fanatical private army will play a role in the next battle, but I will not tolerate you taking the law in your own hands. If you do not listen to me at this point, I will take you before you have time to speak Nailed to the spear. Do you understand what I mean? "

"But, Your Highness—"

"I said: Do you understand what I mean?" The Duke's voice was cold and deadly.

Angelica watched, not sure if she agreed with the Duke. Fortunately, the Duke of Winter took a tough attitude towards anyone who was unruly in the crowd, especially troublemakers like Urgo and Cech.

However, these people are all powerful people, and their reasons are just. He should not offend them with such a bossy tone. She began to understand why Duke Winter was not as popular as his brother.

"Yes, Your Highness." Cech said. His tone was dangerously nearly rude. Angelica began to suspect that the Duke's intervention might be counterproductive. Witch hunters and their servants wear masks to complete their work, which is nothing new.

"Then you can go," the Duke said.

Angelica was so concerned about the departure of the witch hunter that she almost didn't hear her name. She hurried forward, and bowed her knees.

"Cousin." Said the Duke. "Can I help you?"

"Your Highness, I want to know if you have any news about my father."

"I regret to tell you, no. If I receive any information, I will notify you immediately. I believe my attendant knows where to find you."

"Yes, sir."

"Very good. Then you can leave."

Angelica felt very embarrassed. Even according to the standards of the Kaslov nobility, this is a despising despise. She turned and left. Anger swallowed her ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she turned around and almost made a fierce attack. She stopped seeing Willum smiling at her.

"You must forgive the Duke," Willum said. "He is not a patient person, and there are a lot of things that upset him recently. Now this time is not easy for any of us."

"He is the ruler here. This is war. There is nothing to forgive."

"I believe Winter will agree with you, but forgetting the etiquette is never good, especially when dealing with blood-related relatives. Unfortunately we did not receive a letter from your father. However, there is hope. The pigeon It will go astray, and the messenger will disappear or be killed. I will not despair about it. From the perspective of the large army of evil troops outside the city, I suspect that no messenger will be able to go from the north for a long time by."

Angelica heard concerns in Willam's voice, and her attitude began to relax. She already feels better. "Thank you," she said, and seriously.

"Please don't worry about it. It's my pleasure to serve you. Don't worry, we will survive. As far as I know, you came with the dwarf oath taker and his fellow wizards and swordsmen. I ’m sure they are all very charming people, and they must be very heroic. I hope you can come to the palace to have dinner with me one night. I want to take this opportunity to talk about that magical spaceship, and more Know this beautiful cousin. "

Angelica tried to imagine the scene of eating with this polite man, but failed. However, Bian and Eisenheim are another matter. "I'm happy," she said.

"I will make sure to send out an invitation. Until then—"