The Legend of Fatality

Eisenheim-Schneider stood up and drew the curtains to cover the closed windows, trying to block the cool wind desperately drilling in from the outside. For a moment, through the gap of the blinds, he saw the snowy roof of the building opposite.

Unlike all other people, he didn't like the scenery. Kaslov snowed too early this year. Something affected the weather here. If this event happened just as the army of evil gods approached Prague, Eisenheim-Schneider thought it was no coincidence.

He turned to look at Angelica, who was lying there wrapped in a thick quilt. If the cold snap continues, she needs more warming measures, otherwise the cold snap may destroy all the work of Eisenheim-Schneider.

But now, she sleeps with a feeling that keeps people recovering from the disease healthy. The crisis has passed, and he is really no longer needed here. But no matter what, he stood there, watching her sleep, praying for the goddess of healing, and thanking her for saving her life.

Some people would say that Angelica was cured because of himself, but he doesn't think so. Like even if she would never belong to him, he was very happy that she could survive. He walked over, stroking her forehead, watching her gradually recovering, then gently tiptoed to the door.

His energy and magic have been exhausted, just like he has walked for several days without eating anything, he knows that he needs to replenish physical and magic power. He walked towards the tavern downstairs.

The people downstairs gave him new respect, surprise and even fear, and looked at him with these thoughts. Eisenheim-Schneider is familiar with this look, whether it is goodwill or hostility, but he will never like it.

Somehow, it was reported that he rescued Angelica from the devil's plague. No one wants to offend him now. After all, if they contract the disease, he may be able to save them.

Eisenheim-Schneider knew that this matter would cause trouble sooner or later. Although he wanted to save so many people, he just had no power to save so many people. Saving Angelica almost killed his life. He wondered if anyone else in this city could make him care enough that he wanted to risk his life again to save the other party.

Of course, it is easy to think about it now, and it is easy to reject them now sitting among these rude and cruel people. But then again, what if a noble came to save him? For Eisenheim-Schneider, refusing the nobility is as easy as refusing the mob in this tavern, but refusing the nobility may have some impact on his reputation.

But what if a tearful, whirling mother came to him tomorrow and asked him to rescue her child? This is a request he can hardly resist. Well, when things happened, he was worried again. It doesn't make sense to think about tomorrow's troubles now.

He ordered some food from the maid, ordered some tea, and returned to his room. His own room has ...

It's a little bit cold. But he did not like to face the gaze of the men in the common room, nor did he like to drink wine.

He wanted to be clear-headed and not let anything distort his power. He wanted to know where Bai En and the dwarves were. He guessed that these people were likely to go to the news of the hired killers last night.

Eisenheim-Schneider did not know whether he could help. But even if there is a place where he can help, his current state is unlikely to help them. He needs to save every effort until he recovers completely.

Even so, if the person they are looking for is a cultist, he is unlikely to do much. These people are usually well protected against the crystal ball divination spell. Because if they want to survive without being discovered, this is the first thing they must learn.

Eisenheim-Schneider didn't know if the assassins would come to him and Angelica, or they were only looking for Brian and Guerrerogen. He is very worried about the former, he is not worried about his safety. As a master graduate of the Marnus Imperial College, after experiencing enough adventures, he understands how to face the assassin ’s sneak attack, which is any one can survive Compulsory course for the magician.

But he still worried about Angelica, at least she can't resist now. Maybe he can provide her with some protection. No, he thought about it, the two assassins chose not to appear in the White Boar Tavern, which proved to be safe here. The most important thing for him now is to recover quickly.

As for Bane and Grerogan, considering the power of Grerogan's axe to the demon, maybe the person who sent the assassin has a reason to get rid of him, but what reason does the other party have to find other people?

Forget it, why bother to understand the logic of those evil admirers, Eisenheim-Schneider thought. Too much effort in this direction may distort your own thinking. He knew this had happened before. Those who try to understand the path of evil are often tempted by them. This is something he is often warned about, so he will not do it.

While these thoughts were tumbling in his head, he felt that the magic flow in the air suddenly changed dramatically. If this were the rumbling of thunderstorms in the distance, it would be obvious. He glanced outside the window, awakening his vision of the mage.

He immediately found his doubts right. Huge turbulence of magic began to affect the huge dark magic cloud above the army of evil gods. A huge vortex of magical energy spins down, bringing all the energy together in one place. He wanted to know what happened? This must not be a good thing, which is for sure.

At this time someone was knocking on the door. Eisenheim-Schneider walked over carefully and checked the bolt. It's still there. "Who is it?" He asked.

"Are you Mr. Schneider?" The voice was calm and majestic.

Eisenheim-Schneider wants to know who the other party is. Is this a trap? He carefully used some of his power, risking being occupied by a crystal ball ...

The danger of Bu. The phantom of the man outside the door flashed in his mind.

He is a tall military figure, wearing a tabard decorated with Prague wing lions. A badge marking the Sergeant Major was also hanging on his cuff. Two other soldiers were waiting outside with him. Eisenheim-Schneider did not know whether these people were sent by the Duke. This is very likely. However, this is not the first time those denominations that believe in evil spirits have imitated power. He didn't want to take risks while Angelica was weak.

"What are you asking about this?"

"I called the Duke." This at least seemed true. The man had a rolled parchment in his hand. However, how much can this parchment cost? Eisenheim-Schneider asked himself. He prepared a powerful attack spell in his heart, attracting the magic around him to himself. If these people were assassins, they would not find him unprepared.

He opened the door with a slit. No knife was inserted. The sergeant major looked at him strangely, as if his behavior was a little abnormal. If this person really behaved like he did, Eisenheim-Schneider thought he would make such an expression himself.

"I have a patient here who may still be carrying the plague. You better pass the message to me and wait downstairs," Eisenheim-Schneider said ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is the most critical moment. If these people are hired killers, now is the best time for them to launch attacks.

He saw the Sergeant Major's face pale, and the piece of paper quickly came out of the door. "You are right, sir," the sergeant said.

Eisenheim-Schneider checked the scroll. It does look very realistic, with a winged lion print on it. He didn't feel any magic power attached to it, so, as far as he knew, it was not a magic trap. But his theory is that no matter how careful you are, he uses his mage's senses to detect, and he finds nothing. He shrugged, closed the door, and opened the seal.

He read the contents of the letter quickly. This was a simple request to go to the palace. This letter was addressed to Mr. Eisenheim-Schneider at the Marnus Imperial Academy of Magic. It seems that Kaslov's ruling family wants to hire him. Eisenheim-Schneider thought ironically that they probably wanted an additional treatment staff to prevent the plague.

He turned to look at Angelica. He doesn't want to leave her now, and doesn't want to leave her in an unprotected place, but Prager is a war-torn city under martial law; refusing the ruler's request may be interpreted as treason.

He studied the information again. It didn't say when he should be reported to the palace, but if he departs now, he must have arrived very late. He thought for a while, looked at Angelica's sleeping position, and decided to risk offending the Duke. There will be enough time to see the Duke tomorrow morning. He hastily wrote a reply and went downstairs to give the letter to the sergeant.

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