Lord of Glory

Chapter 125: Wizard Bericolando

The doors opened in full view and the robed doppelganger followed a few guards in. When Marquis Carmon waved his hand to let the guards retreat, Paladin, who was sitting on the chair, stood up violently, with tears of excitement in his eyes, quickly stepped forward, and put his hands on the doppelg?nger's shoulders, and said with tears in his eyes, "Brother, fortunately, you are fine, otherwise, your younger brother would feel guilty for the rest of my life!"

The doppelganger smiled faintly and said warmly, "Brother, everything is fine." Saying so, the doppelganger got down on one knee and saluted all the nobles present, "Baron Sindeep, Alfred, Flamel." Marquis Carmon waved his hand, allowing the doppelganger to get up. Before pointing to the seat behind him, he said, "Sit down, Lord Baron. There is something we would like to ask you." The doppelganger nodded and sat down separately from Paladin. He also made a point of glancing at Orinna, who gently tapped her chest in relief. Causing the latter's face to blush again. Search for the latest updates at

"Lord Baron, it is rumored that an assassin infiltrated the fortress and tried to assassinate Father Paladin, who is your younger brother. Then you went out of the city in pursuit and tangled with that assassin. Is that right?" Marquis Carmon crossed his arms and calmly voiced his doubt, the doppelganger nodded, but suddenly threw out a weighty bomb, "I was entangled with the assassin, but the assassin who tried to assassinate my brother was already seriously injured, and the one who confronted me was another assassin."

"Oh? Is it also H-assassin's assassin?" The nobles present were immediately startled, and Marquis Carmon's brows unnaturally furrowed as he asked so. A single assassin was justifiable, someone hired an assassin to assassinate, but more than one assassin, the political relationship between the H-assassin Alliance and the duchy that was implied in this could be huge. If this matter spreads, people with a heart will have an idea just by thinking about it. The Hassassin Alliance, which was wanted by the Holy See and judged to be a heretic, was helping the Kingdom of Aixinzhe to carry out attacks at every turn. To strike at the Duchy of Kasmi. So is it fair to say that the Aisinzhe Kingdom is actually a gathering place for heretics? Or maybe the top brass was controlled by heretics?

Marquis Carmon didn't dare to imagine. Although it was said that the Aixinzhe Kingdom would immediately go up in smoke if it angered the Holy See. But for the Duchy of Kasmi, the Holy See's involvement in the war between the two countries was really not something to be happy about. It was because many of the Holy See's monastic knights' and swords men's orders, as well as the members of the three great knightly orders. Not only were they first-class elites, but they were also crazy fanatics and despicable bandits!

If these assholes were allowed to set foot in the duchy, it was not good to say that once they looked at any point of the duchy, they would be opened up by these madmen looking for some inexplicable reason! This was something Marquis Carmon absolutely did not wish to see. Because to that extent, all the nobles of the duchy, including the Grand Duke, already existed in name only. One's own territory would be collected and appropriated by the Holy See in a bad way. For these people who valued their family territories more than their lives, this was like a sharp knife thrust into their hearts.

But just as Carmon was secretly worried about the subsequent development, considering whether or not to secretly execute Alfred and this Paladin, lest the matter be leaked. Instead, the doppelganger said once again, "But in my opinion, this assassin should not be someone from the Hassassin Alliance. This is because the one who fought me was a mage, and an archmage with high magical attainments who could utilize multiple instantaneous magic!" Everyone, including Marquis Carmon, had their eyes glazed over and their feet trembled, all of them were so frightened that they pushed away their chairs and jumped up. But before they could speak, a thick voice suddenly came out from the wall next to them, "Impossible!"

The doppelganger and Paladin immediately shuddered and inclined their heads to take a look, only to see a white-haired old man wearing a white robe and holding a white staff, gradually emerging from the wall like a shadow! It is worth mentioning that, unlike the shock of the two Paladins, all the nobles present saw this shadow, but immediately bent over with great respect, his right hand floated in front of his left chest to pay homage, and said in unison, "Master Bericolando, good night."

This old man with a white body and a wrinkled face was actually the head of the Hellite Mage Guild that was rooted in the Duchy of Kasmi! Wizard Bericolando! Moreover, Paladin was able to visualize, through his elemental vision, the huge amount of elements that were spread out like waves! It was running more than just around this Bericolando. Roughly counting, there were at least five thousand elements! What a genuine magician!

Leaving aside the scruples in Paladin's heart, and the ghostly thoughts of Marquis Carmon and the others. Bericolando only nodded indifferently in the face of these nobles' greetings. That pair of pointed eyes looked very eerie at the moment. Only to see that his hands didn't make any movements, he just walked towards that long table, and a chair closest to him even moved by itself, resting on the floor and making a clicking sound to slice it apart. And Bericolando also calmly came to the table, just sat down a moment, that chair is as long as the eyes of the same back to the original position again, to this magician to sit down.

So customary usual behavior. The Marquis Carmon and the others were already not surprised. However, Paladin was in a great shock! This old man's comprehension of magic had already reached a realm. He had just not sketched out any magical constructs, nor did he have any enlightening aided movements. It was able to make that element listen to his will for magical condensation! Although the one just now couldn't even be called magic. It was just a crude use of the elements to move an object. However, this operation technique that was even more subtle than instantaneous hair gave Paladin the feeling of being a frog at the bottom of a well.

Without any constructs, as well as with the help of movement and magic props, Paladin was also able to instantly cast spells like this Bericolando, and was even able to utilize high level spells that were beyond this old man's reach! But the problem lies in the fact that the one who can master the All-Seeing Eye and possess the Stone of Truth to fuse elemental power is only himself!

These mages, all of them were trained by their own hands and feet! For a Hellite branch head to be able to possess such a level, then the true master of Hellite. How about the level of that Grand Magician? Not to mention the two master guilds that were on par with the Forest of HeHelle Towers. What about the Valley of the Helm of Embinyte and the Holy Sword Castle of Mantrolla? Wouldn't there be even stronger people?

Just as Paladin fell silent in shock, this Bericolando let go of his grip on the staff, and the staff that was as tall as a man was suspended in mid-air. However, he saw this old man looking at the seated doppelganger and asked: ''This Baron Lord, you said that there is a mage who helped the assassin and came to deal with you? Do you know what his identity is and what his name is?"

With such a question, the doppelganger was dumbfounded. Because he indeed did not know who this fellow who gave him a sense of familiarity with ice magic was. Seeing that the doppelganger was silent, Bericolando's snow-white eyebrows wrinkled even deeper, "Young man, think about what you say. It's normal for young people to be impulsive, but speaking out of turn will cause trouble." At the end of his words, Bericolando looked at the Marquis Carmon on his left. Looking at the latter, he immediately lowered his head and coughed, pretending to cough to hide his heart.

In reality, he really hoped that the mage who helped the assassin was a mage of Hellite. In that case, the anger of the Holy See would only be transferred to Hellite. It had nothing to do with his duchy. He could even use the opportunity to curry favor with the Holy See. Why not? But obviously, he somewhat underestimated the comprehension of this magician. When the doppelganger had just said that there was a mage, and was about to speak out to hint if it was Mage of Hellite, this old thing came and stirred the pot. "Ai, just have to take one step at a time. I hope this Alfred doesn't talk nonsense." The somewhat frustrated Marquis Carmon murmured so.

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