Soul of Burning Steel

Revenge for mother?

Gee.

Standing aside, listening to Israel's words, Joshua glanced at Di Moore, who was silent and seemed to be reflecting, and looked at the expressionless His Majesty the Emperor, and countless classic plots suddenly appeared in his heart.

In previous lives, people often questioned why Israel wanted to conceal Di Moore’s identity and sent him to the army to conceal his identity for training? With the talent of this second prince, wouldn't it be a pity if he accidentally died in a war with an orc or the Kuroshio?

The general answer is nothing more than real fighting can honed the strong, or the dead genius is not a genius, the emperor has no friendship, and so on.

But now it seems that this problem seems to have a new explanation.

With only a few words he heard before, Joshua roughly guessed the context of the plot, it was nothing more than the court struggle between the throne, which led to the death of the second prince’s mother. Israel is half protection and half training. He sent Dimore out of the imperial capital--but the warrior didn’t like this kind of story, so he didn’t think about it. Anyway, he already knew the end of the future. The second prince killed all his brothers and sisters at the last minute and completed himself. For his revenge, he succeeded in becoming the emperor of the empire.

Then again, Joshua shifted his gaze to Israel. This majesty, the imposing imposing emperor, has been a bit horrible from just now, his brows are slightly wrinkled, as if he is enduring some pain, although The concealment is very good, but it can't hide the observation of the soldiers.

A legendary strong man will never show any physical discomfort, and it is definitely a serious injury or a hidden injury to make him show such an expression.

This may be why Israel will suddenly die in the future. Qiao Xiuya silently thought that the hidden wounds that the legendary powerhouse could not withstand must have harmed the essence of life. All the means to heal this injury depend on luck, whether it is the bud of the tree of life or the great magical technique. It can only guarantee relief, but cannot cure it.

On the side, Israel seemed to have finished speaking. After all, Di Moore was not a fool. As long as he pointed out the other party's problems, he would naturally correct his mentality quickly. Then, His Majesty the Emperor turned his head and looked at Joshua.

"Secretary Radcliffe, first of all congratulations to your advanced level, the empire has one more pillar-this should have held a grand banquet to celebrate, but according to what you said, it is indeed not allowed to be more. words."

Perhaps the previous discussions with the ambassadors of the various countries were too cumbersome. Now facing the familiar Joshua, Israel directly waived the corresponding etiquette. He said concisely to the soldiers: "The plague you named melanemia, Can you provide a sample for the Mage Association to study?"

"indeed so."

And the old mage standing behind Israel also nodded, agreeing: "As long as the corresponding healing spells or potions can be researched, then no matter how many conspiracies and tricks those cultists have, there is no way to set off too much. riot."

"I locked the source of the plague in the dungeon of St. Laurent's Cathedral and sealed it with a magical circle. If you want a sample, you can do it at any time."

Qiao Xiuya didn't say much, and agreed to this request. In fact, the soldiers can directly report the raw materials of the healing potions, but this is too shocking, and the follow-up treatment is also extremely troublesome, so he is going to wait until the mages get the plague. After the sample, a sentence or two is suggested in the general direction to speed up its birth.

"Then you will go to the association later and select people. Teacher Nostradamus will accompany you."

His Majesty the Emperor looks very tired now, and he does not have the aura that he had when he played against Joshua half a month ago. He originally wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head: "That's it for the time being, although I'm sorry. , But I’m tired... Don’t worry, the empire will never treat meritorious officials badly."

This was an obvious sent-off sentence, and Joshua would naturally not understand it, he would naturally leave without a word, and Nostradamus and Di Moore would also leave together.

After everyone left, the main hall door closed slowly, leaving Israel alone standing in the center of the palace. He looked at the Pyxistar above his head in a fascinating manner, and the iron crown above his head was icy silver-gray. Guanghua.

After leaving the hall, the old mage glanced at the waiting attendants around the corridor. These attendants all walked quickly towards the reception hall on the side when they found their target appeared.

He naturally knows that there will be many old friends of his own, or the minister of the kingdom will come to ask him what he discussed with the emperor, and whether he can reveal one or two so that they can be prepared.

Maybe the words will not be so explicit, but the things they do must be the same. Political creatures have always been like this, and Nostradamus didn’t like it, so he whispered a word to Joshua and others, and then a group of people He quickened his pace and disappeared into the corner on the other side of the corridor before the others came.

Leaving Morlai Palace, on the way to the Royal Mage Association, Di Moore kept his head down and kept silent. He seemed to be thinking about what his father and Joshua said to him. Hotaru and Rin were not so serious. People are talking softly and seem to be discussing what to eat for dinner.

The old mage provoked a conversation with Joshua.

"Joshua, I think you should know what happened in Far South."

As he walked, he said in a clear and serious voice: "As you might have guessed, although the plague has not spread there yet, summer is coming, and the corpses of dragons and beasts and people will decay on a large scale. In such an environment, even if it is not the plague of the evil gods, the spread of ordinary diseases will become a big problem. It is because of this that the church and the messengers of the Far Southern Kingdom come, and they also foresee the epidemic after the **** war."

"But they were powerless to stop, and they didn't expect this evil god's plague to be so terrible."

Joshua nodded and said: "The crazy dragons have attracted all their energy, and now they have to ask the empire for help."

"Yes, the cooperation between the followers of the evil **** and the five-color dragon race is deeper than we thought." Nostradamus' voice was low and low: "We have evidence that there are mad dragons appearing in all parts of the mainland, and they seem to have been sent there specially. , Infectious madness, if cultists use the same method to spread the plague, we have almost no ability to stop it."

"It is meaningless to guard against these. Even if the road is blocked, the cultists can pass through the Black Forest and throw the diseased dragon beast into various countries."

Thinking of some things in the previous life, Joshua sneered: "These lunatics are not afraid of death. It doesn't matter how much they fail. As long as they succeed once, they will win."

"indeed so."

Nodding slightly, Nostradamus seemed to be worried. He said softly: "Your Majesty is going to announce this news after the medicine against the plague has been developed. It will not be a secret soon. The believers will definitely be desperate, and the plague is likely to break out early."

"There are gains and losses, inevitable."

Joshua was not stupid. He noticed that the old mage was in a bad mood. The soldiers naturally understood that this was because of Israel’s injury. At this point of view, if something went wrong with the ruler’s body in the empire, it would be true. It will have the effect of a complete collapse, just like a previous life, when a group of princes and princes competed for the throne, almost splitting the huge empire into seven small countries.

Maybe, His Majesty the Emperor also noticed the problem of his physical condition, so Di Moore was called back to the imperial capital. He has no time to wait slowly, but wants to cultivate himself as his default heir as soon as possible.

However, what kind of injury was this that made a legendary powerhouse who had just conquered the orcs worried to such a point?

"Dragon plague, plague."

The old mage on the side was still talking to himself softly: “The ruins of the Black Forest have intensified the competition between the Guantian White Pagoda and the Council of Seven Luminaries. Disappeared, thinking differently."

"Every country is caught up in disputes, big or small, with internal and external troubles, and there is no time for him to take care of it. Those cultists seem to have spotted this opportunity, and they immediately used all their power to spread as much as possible. Death and fear, chaos and despair."

Nostradamus seemed to be very emotional: "Obviously, I have finally defeated the orcs. The empire can develop for a while, lick the wounds, and make up for the weakness caused by years of war. However, the current situation does not allow half a moment of relaxation. ."

Qiao Xiuya didn't answer. The white-haired old mage was just talking about his worries, and even if he answered, it didn't make any sense.

Is it possible that he still has to tell Nostradamus that everything you say is just an appetizer~www.novelmtl.com~ There will be more in the future, and greater disputes and disasters will come to this world?

No one is so stupid.

As the group walked silently towards the exit of Morlai Palace, there was a sudden wave of magical power on the old mage.

Frowning, Nostradamus took out a communication circle from his robe. He glanced at the name displayed on it, then activated the circle, and said calmly: "Vera? What can I do? ?"

"Master Nostradamus! An unknown black mist appeared near the Royal Mage Association!"

The voice in the communicator was extremely rapid, and the mage named Vera was very nervous: "This black mist is very corrosive. As long as you touch it slightly, your skin will be severely burned. The city guards have evacuated the surrounding people urgently. The black fog is still spreading, and many buildings have collapsed. The citizens have been affected. There is no way for the mages present to stop it!"

"Black mist?"

The old mage was not nervous, he thought about it calmly, then frowned, and cursed in a low voice: "Damn, that bunch of trash, studying a box can cause an accident!"