"Lord Count."
A farmer who was working in the fields greeted his lord humbly and deferentially, and most of them had not yet had time to see the count's face, but only knew that he could be surrounded by so many knights, that he could ride the dragon-scale horse of the divine steed, and that he could wear a magnificent tunic with a collar high on the back of his head and covering his ears, and that there must have been only the noble Earl, and besides, the fellows in front of him were also saluting.
The Count of Pefors, with his dragon-scale horse between his legs and a leather whip in his hand, greeted the peasants as if they had not heard of it, and there was no need to be surprised.
When he had left the manor and turned onto the avenue, the Count of Pefors jerked his horse and let it run faster, overtaking carriages and pedestrians along the way.
For those nobles who rode in carriages, the Count of Pefors was despised, how could a nobleman who was knighted by strangling magicians and all kinds of heresy give up his pride, abandon his knightly instinct, vanity is also the original sin The Pefos family was the first knight family to follow the church and the king against the Magic Empire, and was able to obtain the title of earl by virtue of the strength and immortal feats established by generations, including the Count of Pefos himself, who had been promoted to the knight of heaven before the age of forty, and obtained the title of "guardian dragon", and his hands were stained with the blood of evil magicians and various heretics.
Dozens of dragon-scale horses galloped and rushed all the way into the city, and the knightly attendants guarding the gate saw the sign of the Pefors family from a distance and got out of the way, not daring to intercept and inspect at all. roar As soon as the Count of Peforth pulled the reins, the drake-scaled horseman stood up, a dragon-like roar coming from his mouth.
The knights who followed behind made similar movements, stopping the horses almost instantly.
"Good evening, Lord Count."
At the door of the villa, there were already two people dressed as nobles.
They wore the fashionable two-layer jacket inside, with many buttons made of precious stones, and a high-necked coat on the outside, pinned with numerous accessories.
Count Pefoss rolled over and bowed slightly: "Thank you for your hard work." ” These were the two barons of his county, who had helped him to gather a private gathering of the nobles who were closer today.
"It's our pleasure."
The two barons replied respectfully, leading him towards the villa.
The Count of Pefors did not smile, but he was very satisfied with the attitude of the two barons, which made him feel the glory and authority of the superior and the high nobles.
In the hall of the villa, there are several long tables, where steaks, roast chickens, and hungry food are placed, and there are already many nobles holding wine glasses, gathering in groups to talk.
"Good evening, Lord Count."
All the nobles greeted the Count of Pefors at the first time.
Count Pefors raised his right hand and waved, "Good evening, everyone." ” He enjoyed the occasion and the right and place were always fascinating at this time.
After handing over the horsewhip to the accompanying knights, the Count of Pefors prepared to preside over the meeting, but at that moment the attendant at the gate brought in a clergyman dressed in holy white robes.
"Your Excellency, Your Excellency, please go to church."
Although the young clergyman spoke politely, the skin on his face was tense, and there was no trace of a smile, giving him an unusually arrogant feeling, but none of the nobles present felt that it was inappropriate, this was the shepherd of the Lord, and even if he was dissatisfied with his attitude, he could not show it in the slightest, otherwise the night watchman of the Inquisition would come to the door.
"Is there anything nervous?"
asked the Count of Pefors, reservedly.
The clergyman's eyes seemed to be looking at the ceiling: "I don't know, Count, you'll know when you get to the church." ” Such an attitude made the Count of Pefors secretly angry, and the clergy of the Church did not have even the most basic courtesy However, he controlled his emotions and said expressionlessly, "Okay." ” "By the way, Earl, it's past six o'clock in the evening, and no one can ride a horse except the knight on duty."
The clergyman added in a stiff tone.
The Earl of Pefors clenched his fists secretly, and felt a rush of anger rushing to his head, as an earl, as the lord of the city, he did not even have this privilege After the clergy had finished explaining, they drew a cross on their chest: "I hope you will rush to the church as soon as possible, Count, and only the truth will always remain."
"Only the truth lasts" Count Pefors drew a cross with deep eyes, and decided to be patient, how can he fight with the church if he is not patient, a god-like, nearly fifty cardinals and holy knights of the legendary rank, and a seraphic angel who can come at any time, what can he do to fight against this is a force that is more terrifying than the three major magic empires in the past Moreover, as the remnants of the Magic Empire were gradually eliminated, the Church relied less and less on its own nobles, and its attitude became worse and worse.
The carriage drove slowly to the city church, when it was dark and cloudy, and it seemed that the rain would fall later. rumble The thunder exploded, the silver-white electric snake lit up the sky, and the Count of Pefors looked up at the sky, stepped out of the carriage, and entered the church.
"Good evening, Your Majesty, allow me to pray to the Lord first."
The Count of Pefors said politely that he had completely eliminated the resentment and resentment in his heart.
The city is the county capital, close to the port of Padre, the location is important and relatively prosperous, so the bishop is a newly promoted cardinal Field, who bows his head gently: "This is your piety. ” After praying before the cross, the Count of Pefors smiled and said, "I don't know what you have to do with me, Bishop."
"According to the Night's Watch report, there have been signs of magician activity in this area recently, and I hope the Count can put more effort into tracking down." ” "It's my responsibility."
The Count of Pefors replied casually, waiting for the Bishop to consult with him on more important matters.
"Very well, then the earl, you can go back and arrange it."
Field smiled.
"Nothing else," blurted out the Count of Pefors, astonished.
Field raised his eyebrows: "What else is needed?"
After a moment's time, the anger in the heart of the Count of Pefors rose, and for such a trivial matter, he summoned me and sent someone directly to say it, and I was a dog of the church who called me around "Or maybe you don't think it's important enough, Count."
Field's smile faded.
Count Pefors tried to suppress his anger: "Forgive me for my eagerness to devotion to the Lord, Lord Bishop, since there is nothing to do, then I will go back at once to arrange the matter of investigation." ” He walked out of the church with the same expression, and entered the carriage, where he sat in his place like a stone statue, until the carriage drove some distance, and the roaring thunder continued to sound, and his face suddenly turned iron-blue, and the back of his hand grew one golden scale after another.
"It's so disgusting, I don't treat us nobles as equals," said Count Pefors, gritting his teeth.
The rain poured down, the night was even darker, and the howling wind blew the branches and leaves of the trees on the side of the road, and from time to time leaves and debris fell on the carriage.
Popping, the rain hit the roof of the car, as if playing a musical instrument, the Count of Pefors looked out the window at the vast night, his heart was difficult to calm down for a long time, and his expression was slightly confused, this is the true status of the nobles Knock, knock, three rhythmic knocks in a row sounded near the car window, startling the Earl of Pefors and turning his head in astonishment, and roared, "Who" Being able to approach silently without being noticed by himself, a sixth-level heavenly knight, the strength of the other party is enough to be called terrifying.
"A reckless visitor."
A slightly muffled female laugh could be heard outside the window, unnoticed by the coachman in front and the knight behind.
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"Who the hell are you" Count Pefors narrowed his eyes, a layer of golden dragon scales appeared on his exposed skin, and his pupils turned into golden vertical pupils.
The female voice with a bit of magnetism said heaved: "Earl, if you don't invite me in to sit down, are you worried to this extent, I really want to sneak attack, I won't remind you just now, for a strong person of your or my level, the blockage of the carriage is nothing" The Earl of Pefors, who was very proud and liked to strike at others, made a judgment in his heart, and after a moment's consideration, he carefully opened the window.
A bright red figure flashed in, and sat across from the Earl of Pefors.
A high-ranking magician, Count Pefors, raised his guard again, ready to make a move at any time, but his eyes suddenly lit up, because this was a young beauty as bright as fire, she was petite, wearing bright red magic robes, delicate facial features, eyes like blood, and the whole person was full of life.
The rumor that female magicians like to transform their appearance seems to be true, but doesn't it mean that high-level mages will have a lot of strange looks because of the in-depth transformation of their bloodlines and the pollution of various experiments?
"Being in a daze doesn't help solve anything."
The bright beauty on the other side seemed to be a little quick-tempered, and said without detour, "Earl, don't you want to change the status quo?"
"Status quo," Count Pefors repeated in a low voice, then sneered, "Discuss the status quo with a stray dog-like magician, we're not on the same steps, by the way, what should I call you" This petite beauty's face sank: "Just call me Storm, as for the current situation, I think the domestic dog also has to worry about its own status." ” Is this the attitude of communication, the Count of Pefors couldn't help but laugh at the magicians for sending such a lady over, and he refused to suffer at all However, his expression became solemn, and although the lady was not polite, her words were directed at the problem she had just been worried about.
"Time is running out, I'll be at your villa soon, I'll just say it."
Lady "Storm" didn't care about the change in Count Pefors's attitude, and said in a hurry, "The value of your nobles' existence is to help the church fight against magicians, elves, dragons and other heretical races, if you lose your value, then there is any difference from the general public, and what kind of place you have depends on the mood of the church." ” She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Moreover, compared to ordinary people, nobles with good strength will be secretly guarded by the church and slowly weakened, so you have to understand where your value is reflected and you can't let it be lost." ” After finishing speaking, she did not wait for the answer of the Count of Pefors, she directly turned into a shadow and disappeared into the carriage, this kind of thing, it is impossible to talk about it at once, it must be contacted and communicated step by step.
The Count of Pefors looked at her vanishing night, his expression calm, his eyes flickering, and he fell into deep thought.
Outside the window, the rain was roaring, the thunder was roaring, and it was pitch black, like the end of the world
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