The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

Baron Jimmy hurried back after getting Vattini's handwritten instrument.

This time he wants to wipe out all the troops in Melo town in one go and make the entire Melo area their back garden.

On the way back, Baron Jimmy happened to collide with Aslan who was heading to the Magic Tower.

It was the first time the two met, whether it was in the past or in this life.

In the previous life, Aslan was crushed by strength, and Baron Jimmy did not even have the qualifications to kneel in front of him. In this life, Aslan, because of his contempt for him in the previous life, did not take him seriously.

Baron Jimmy just glanced at the boy in front of him curiously, only surprised at his pomp, and he was surrounded by two heavily armed knights.

Judging from the style and workmanship of the knight's armor, there are not a few hundred gold coins that can't be taken.

A knight who can wear such a gorgeous armor is naturally extraordinary.

The two passed by, and Baron Jimmy nodded to Aslan out of aristocratic manners.

Aslan is also very cooperative with the chest in return.

If Lancelot was here at this time, he would definitely tell Aslan that this is our enemy Baron Jimmy this time.

Aslan reported the search to the Marquis Medea, especially the small fish and shrimps, but Aslan did not arrest anyone.

When I left, I didn't say anything, just deliberately making Eckert suspicious. As for the small fish and shrimp, the Marquis Medea sent someone to monitor it.

The Marquis of Medea has controlled Billy City for so many years, it is impossible without any special means. As for the secret department, Aslan firmly believes that there will be, or how to control the big Billy City.

"This time you did a good job. Compared to them, you made me more worry-free."

The Marquis of Medea looked at the list given by Aslan. Although it looked like two or three small fishes and shrimps at first glance, it was enough to be certain that they were from the court. With these small fishes, she had Be sure to follow the vine to find the big fish.

"As long as I can help the teacher, I will be very happy." Aslan responded with a smile, but he deliberately put on a puzzled look.

"Teacher, do you think Earl Uther would be? I clearly remember that when he told her that he was going to check the city defense army camp, his face showed anger and anger. I was worried?"

The Marquis of Medea didn't care about waving his hand, and said casually.

"It's just a failed suitor, and still has unrealistic illusions."

The casual and indifferent tone made Aslan awe-inspiring, and she really deserved to be a woman who could kill her husband with her own hands.

Women are big trotters, and this is the most appropriate word for the Marquis of Medea.

If the Marquis of Medea didn't show any interest, Earl Uther would follow him. Now that the Marquis of Medea is in a good situation, he wants to kick him away.

"That's it!" Aslan said lightly.

The Marquis of Medea frowned suddenly, subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub his temple, and began to sweat continuously on his forehead.

"Teacher!" Aslan yelled subconsciously.

The Marquis of Medea raised his head abruptly, his pupils dark and fierce.

Aslan was shocked immediately.

"I fuck!"

"Boom!"

The door behind him slammed shut, and complicated scary magic patterns appeared on it.

Aslan swallowed subconsciously and watched as the black light in the Marquis Medea's eyes became stronger and stronger, and even black air came out of his pupils.

He couldn't help taking a deep breath, and said with unprecedented worry and concern.

"Teacher stays steady, you must stay steady, and the students will accompany you to tide over the difficulties together."

Sure enough, when the Marquis of Medea heard Aslan's words, the black light from his eyes slowed down slightly.

Aslan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. The Marquis of Medea had seen this situation in his previous life, that is, when the magician was meditating, his soul was traumatized. This kind of soul trauma may slowly heal over time.

However, there are also some magicians who have been unable to recover their soul wounds for a long time. After losing control again and again, they eventually come to the end and become a magical monster that loses its sense, referred to as demon for short.

He encountered it once in his previous life. It was a magician with a deep hatred. After losing control again and again, he eventually became a demon, a monster that could only kill.

The demon is an extremely terrifying monster. He has mastered all the magic of the magician before his death, and all of the intermediate and high-level magic can be emitted instantly without chanting, and his own magic power has also increased by a level.

Aslan remembers clearly that after the magician turned into a magician, his magic power reached the level of a great magician, because he could instantly cast a lot of intermediate and high-level magic, and coupled with the terrifying magic resistance, the combat power reached the magician. Level.

If the Marquis of Medea became a demon, Aslan suddenly understood everything.

Why did Joshua, the guardian of the kingdom, value the Marquis of Medea so much, and in the end he led people to siege the Marquis of Medea himself.

Because at that time, the Marquis of Medea was on the verge of collapse under successive blows.

At the same time, Aslan also thought of Marion, who had disappeared inexplicably in Black June, because when Aslan entered the city of Billy, he had indeed heard of the eight disciples of the Marquis of Medea, but among them, he was ranked fifth. Sister Maru has never heard anyone mention it, and it is said that it is still a taboo in Billy City.

She should have run into the Marquis Medea who was on the verge of losing control at this time, and Marquis Medea also suddenly realized that he had killed the disciple he cared about the most.

"Why is I so unlucky!" Aslan had just finished cursing in his heart, there was a knock on Marathi outside the door.

"Teacher, I brought you your things."

Aslan's body trembled slightly. He knew very well that he was on the line of life and death. He had to calm down and he must calm down the emotions of the Marquis of Medea as soon as possible.

"Aslan, take Marathon and go quickly." The Marquis Medea's voice trembled, apparently aware that she had reached the limit.

Aslan wanted to run on his feet, but he didn't do it because he knew very well that once he did run, the last line of defense in the heart of the Marquis Medea would collapse, and he could run, and he could run as fast as he could. The magician!

Aslan righteously said: "Even if the teacher is dead, I will be by your side."

The dark eyes of the Marquis Medea stared at him faintly.

But he didn't dare to show the slightest expression of fear, all neuropathic patients were extremely sensitive to the surrounding emotions, and so was the current Marquis of Medea.

Aslan's eyes were firmer than ever before, and he continued to cheer himself up. The Marquis of Medea in front of him was not a demon, but a peerless beauty who was stripped of his clothes, waiting for him to pamper him.

"I feel like I can't control it anymore."

The voice of the Marquis of Medea trembled, an indescribable softness, which was pitiful.