Warhammer Wizard

Latest URL: "Do you want to be a consul?"

The Duke of Silver Star showed some surprise on his face, and then said in a puzzled manner: "You have even given up the opportunity to enter the Supreme Council. Why do you still want to be a consul? The more you go back?"

"Nothing, I just want to experience it."

Rennes explained casually.

Queen of the Storm looked disgusted, "What is there to experience? The consul is just a puppet of the Supreme Council, so worrying about so many things, it is better to be a real nobleman."

You don't understand.

Renn smiled inwardly and didn't speak any more.

"You are still too young, and you will regret it when you become one. It's a waste of time." The Duke of Silver Star hummed twice, thinking that Renn had too little experience and was sensible, and felt that the title of consul was very powerful, so Want to taste the taste of power.

The Queen of the Storm has the same idea.

Ren glanced at Anse Verdaus next to him. There was no expression on the teacher's face, and there was no clue in his expression.

The Duke of Silver Star flicked on something and asked, "Ryan, how many years have you been thinking of becoming a consul?"

"Yes." Renn nodded.

"Do you think Kelston knows?" The Duke of Silver Star asked again.

Rehn immediately understood what she meant. It was not a secret that he was preparing to run for consul. In the past few years, he has frequently contacted Mordu Empire legislators to lay a foundation for contacts. Anyone who is interested can guess something.

Ganeus was one of the first people to know, and several of his confidants must also know.

A secret that more than two people know is no longer a secret.

Kelston must have an eyeliner by Gnieu's side. If he really assassinated the consul, he could easily get this information from the Secretary of the Interior, Amber.

Then, the revenge action may be the bait released by Kelston, as long as Renne wants to be a consul, he must participate.

The probability of a trap in Bambe is even greater!

Anse Waldos said indifferently: "It was Kelston who proposed to reopen the consul election in the Supreme Council."

"Did Master Tim Kenan object?" Wren asked.

He was strange before that if he could not open up the election, there are currently only two candidates, and Ottiluk is almost the next consul. It stands to reason that Tim Kenan should not agree, this is damaging the interests of the balancers.

"He opposed it, but it didn't work." Anse Verdous did not explain much.

Rehn understood it at the first thought.

The motion proposed by Kelston was definitely supported by the Netherites, and the balancers only rely on those two or three votes to prevent the formation of a resolution.

What he is curious about is the teacher's attitude.

If the teacher and the Mordus support Master Tim Kenan and no longer open the campaign registration, then his plan will undoubtedly be delayed for ten years.

Judging from the results, the Mordus apparently passed this proposal.

"The teacher also voted for it?" Renn asked pointedly.

"nonsense!"

The Queen of the Storm didn’t know what was going on, thinking that Rennes was stupid, “How could Ansi object? Or let the Olutik pick up the title of consul for nothing. As long as the campaign registration is reopened, the next consul will be our Mordu. Sent by someone."

"Yes." Renn looked at the vague teacher.

"I just didn't understand what Kelston meant." The Duke of Silver Star suddenly realized, "It turns out that he's setting you up."

Then she gloated and said, "Ryan, do you dare to go to Bambe city?"

"What dare not."

Rennes sneered, "Not only will I go to Bambe city, but I will also make the greatest contribution and become an undisputed consul."

"I'm really not afraid of death..."

The Queen of the Storm murmured, but her eyes were full of appreciation. Renne's style of doing nothing and never backing down fits her temper. "How can I miss such a lively battle? I will also wear a red robe. The Legion goes to war."

"Dreelsa, how about you?" The Queen of Storm provocatively looked at the Duke of Silver Star.

"Humph…"

The Silver Star Duke was unwilling to be weak, "Although this is not in line with my plan, I have been preparing for so long, and there is no reason to give up halfway. The Secret Fire Guard and the Silver Knights can participate in the battle at any time."

The imperial army sent troops more than ten times larger than her personal plan. There is no need to looting the city of Bambe and retreat. There will be plenty of time to search for the spoils and get more benefits. Even if there are many forces vying for it, the final result will be Things are also worth a lot.

The two witches did not say that they were going to dispatch the floating city.

There are eight floating cities in the empire, and they are generally not easily dispatched. Only one floating city is enough to deal with a Gupta kingdom.

In the screen of prophecy just now, only the Floating City of Flannes was seen.

This shows that Tim Kenan will dispatch his own floating city, and the floating city of other holy soul wizards should not come to join in the fun.

"Wezeland won't participate." Anse Waldos made a statement.

Ren and the two witches were not surprised.

This incident has little to do with Wezeland, and because Anse Vodads has no territory and lack of financial resources, he has not been able to cultivate a private force. In fact, of the twelve holy soul wizards of the Supreme Council, only five have their own extraordinary legions.

The "Hand of Eight Leaves" of the Duke of Grey Eagle; the "Red Flame Sword Guard" of the Duke of Redstone;

The "Golem Legion" of the Great Sage of Congerald; the "Red Robe Legion" of the Storm Queen; and the "Silver Knights" of the Duke of Silver Star.

There is no doubt about the strength of the Wezeland wizards, but the number is too small. Those who require a large number of manpower, such as occupation, scattered operations, raid, search, patrol and other combat tasks, the wizard group is not powerful enough.

Members of the Extraordinary Legion can be used as consumables.

The wizarding group can't.

If a few wizards die in a battle, it is heartbreaking, and it takes a long time to replenish them.

The Wizarding Group is like a super weapon that is powerful enough to turn the tide of the battle and has a final touch. However, it is extremely expensive and requires meticulous maintenance. In case of a battle failure, it is difficult to make up for the loss, so it cannot be used easily unless it is a last resort.

Ren and the three holy spirit wizards continued to discuss, focusing on being outside the city of Bambe, beware of the black hands of Kelston.

To this end, several pre-plans were also discussed.

More than an hour later, the three holy spirit wizards suddenly received a magic message at the same time, all of their faces changed. Anse Verdaus said: "Duberstein committed suicide at home."

Renn was also taken aback.

Duberstein was Gnieus’ chief of staff and the person he trusted the most during his lifetime. He wanted to meet with Duberstein afterwards. Maybe he could get useful information, but he died unexpectedly.

And still commit suicide!

After the accident in the morning, Duberstein was called for questioning by the Church of Justice, which was also a kind of protection in disguise. Until Duke Grey Eagle took over the power of consul, he was called back to the Dutch palace.

"Sure it was suicide?" Renn couldn't help asking.

"This is the conclusion that the Justice Church came to after inspecting the scene." When Anse Verdaus spoke, his face didn't look good.

What a waste!

Rehn secretly cursed in his heart that the name of the Church of Justice was very scary, but the few times he had contact with them, he didn't see them doing anything.

This group of holy swordsmen have a strong combat power and are good at dealing with evil monsters, but they are too amateur in investigating and solving crimes.

The Public Security Bureau and the Demon Slayer were originally suitable, but these two departments are not strong enough to deal with ordinary Cthulhu followers and monsters. When it comes to legendary or even holy rank powerhouses, they can only stare at them and have no right to speak.

There is no institution in the empire that has powerful powers, has powers such as investigation, interrogation, intelligence, and law enforcement, and is independent and subordinated only to the chief executive.

There was once, called "The Hand of the Emperor".

But more than a thousand years ago, after the establishment of the Supreme Council, the hand of the emperor was disbanded.

Successive consuls often shackled when encountering major incidents. However, no consul dared to change the status quo, or even dared to mention it. Needless to say, the reason is.

"When I become a consul, I must re-establish the hand of the emperor."

"But I have to change my name."

Renn made up his mind secretly.

He was not interested in visiting Duberstein's house. Whether he committed suicide or was suicided, it didn't matter anymore.

The mastermind behind the scenes must wipe out all the clues.

The three holy soul wizards discussed for a while, but they didn't come up with any conclusions, so they could only disperse separately.

Ren said goodbye to the teacher and teleported to Malingo Manor.

Viola was still waiting for him to dine together. The two of them had dinner and went into the study to talk. He told Viola what he knew, and the half-elf said with concern: "Rene, you must go to work. Bay City? That's the Duke of Redstone..."

She couldn't imagine how she would survive if she provoked such a terrible enemy as the Duke of Redstone.

"You can't go if you don't."

Ren shook his head and put his arms around the slender waist of the half-elf, "Don't worry too much, I already have a way to deal with it. No matter how powerful Kelston is, he is just a mortal. He is not Master Ogulevi. No one can kill me in the main material world."

"Um…"

Viola wanted to speak again, but seeing Ren frowning, she couldn't help asking, "What's the matter?"

"Hold on."

Ren's attention synchronized to Gotham City.

Highland Fortress, Franka Ska suddenly came to the teleportation formation. There were four extreme fighters and two Thunder-cast heaven soldiers guarding. She walked up to a Thunder-cast heaven soldier and whispered: "My lord, I have an urgent matter to talk to the lord. Your lord reports."

She couldn't see the face under the golden mask.

Renn told her that if there is something very urgent, you can ask any Lei Zhu Heavenly Soldier to find yourself.

Ren's voice came from under the golden mask: "Franjaska, what's the matter?"

Frankaska listened to the familiar voice, although there was a slight difference, but the very oppressive aura was the Lord Lord. Undoubtedly, she knew that it was Ren himself who was talking to herself, and she was surprised and did not understand. how did you do that.

She suppressed her curiosity and quickly replied: "My lord, Ms. Ashley hopes to see you as soon as possible."

"The Chancellor of Exchequer Ashley?" Rehn asked rhetorically.

"Yes." Frankaska said quickly: "She is in a dangerous situation at Northriel's house, but she can't contact you. She can only send a magic message to Dean Margarita, and then I will pass it on. ."

Her tone was very nervous, afraid that Renn would be angry about it.

This was the first time she contacted Eratusa Academy after she came to Rennes. It was not what she wanted, but Dean Margarita strongly demanded that Ashley is too important to the Academy, whether it is her strength or Position, can't just watch her accidentally.

And Ashley used to have a lot of pictures of herself, and the relationship between the two is good.

A few seconds later, Lei Zhu Tianbing said: "I see."

Then he stopped talking.

Franka Ska breathed a sigh of relief, and heard Ren had agreed, and after saluting the Lei Zhu Heavenly Soldier, she withdrew from the teleportation hall.

In the study of Marlengo Manor, Renn got up and said, "I'm going out soon."

"good."

Viola saw that Renn was in a hurry and didn't ask much, but exhorted: "Go ahead, be careful."

"Wait for me to come back." Renn lightly kissed her lips, turned and disappeared.

The foreground image of the eye changes.

Wren teleported to the sky above Northriel in an instant, and the rainbow cloak made him invisible. Looking down on the city below, he found the Castle of Futbert, the magnificent Rick Palace and the tall statues of Goddess, Truth, and Holland at a glance. palace.

It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and the lotus palace was still brightly lit.

The number of patrols in Rick's Palace was three times more than usual, and Northriel also enforced a curfew, not the bustle of the past.

Ashley's home is not far from the palace, it is an exquisite and luxurious courtyard.

Ryan observed from a few kilometers away, Ashley’s house had two teams of Rick Janissaries, but these people did not give her a sense of security in the slightest. Through the roof, the All-Seeing Eye saw Ashley walking back and forth in her meditation room, looking restless.

Otherwise, there is no other danger.

At least it can be confirmed that Ashley's home is not a trap set by the enemy.

But Renn was still very cautious and immediately cast the mirror image technique, ten mirror images appeared beside him, and they were invisible as soon as they came out.

He sent one of the mirror images to Ashley's meditation room.

"Who?"

Axilei noticed the wave of magic, and she instantly opened the ice shield outside her body, and also condensed a ball of fire explosion in her hand, staring closely at the location where Ren had transmitted it, her expression extremely alert.

Ren's mirror image showed up, and UU read www.uukanshu.com and asked: "Ms. Ashley, what can you do with me?"

The sorcerer was overjoyed: "Speaker Rennes!"

"You are finally here." She breathed a sigh of relief, and removed the Pyroblast technique from her hand, "I knew Frankiasca would be able to contact you."

Ren nodded.

He was very curious, what could scare an eighteenth-level natural disaster warlock into this situation, and the surroundings seemed to be safe.

"Let's talk about business, I don't have much time." The eight-ring mirror image technique can only last for fifteen minutes.

Ashley's expression became serious, "Speaker Rennes, have you heard about Duberstein's suicide?" After receiving Renn's confirmation, she whispered: "Duberstein had long expected that he would die. So I left a letter and asked one of his servants in my house to pass it on to me."

She took out her letterhead: "Speaker Rennes, please read it."