Night Crow Master

Looking at Viscount Rosa's unchanged smile, art's smile was slightly stiff.

Old fox.

Of course, he was not so stupid. He threw this sentence directly on the face of the wizard who thought he was close to Apocalypse level.

He could not explain that mercurial count had not reached any agreement with Viscount Rosa, and even if he did, not many of them would believe it.

Looking at the people who had already adjusted their movements slightly and were facing in their own direction, Yat felt a little itchy on their scalp. He had never thought about dealing with these guys before.

Fortunately, viscount Rosa also knew that it was possible to make mistakes in letting these people pry for information. Looking at the eager guests, he picked up a glass of red rose wine from the maid tray beside him and held it up:

"ladies and gentlemen, I think you should hold up your glasses rather than chat with Sir clarido, right?"

Viscount Rosa's words also made everyone temporarily stop thinking about "truth".

"The land of red roses, the land of fire and flowers, I, Bessie horn Rosa..."

Viscount Rosa began a lengthy banquet speech, and a group of invited guests also listened to Viscount Rosa's annual speech, which lasted for half an hour, with a smile on their faces.

But standing in the corner, who has stopped using the faint light and fear to hide, has a smile on his face, but thinks about other things in his heart.

The information he searched for was that this banquet was different from other banquets. Every year, the banquet held by the Viscount lasted from noon to evening and lasted for a very long time.

The first part is an ordinary banquet - tasting all kinds of food and wine prepared by Viscount Rosa, during which everyone can communicate with each other.

The second paragraph is about Viscount Rosa's announcement of deals with various forces. From yvey's mouth, the news is a bit like bidding for enterprises.

In the third section, and in the evening, there will be a dinner party. After that, all the people leave the castle. Those nobles who come from various territories will live in their houses on the other side of the castle and leave the next day.

Art thought as he listened to the Viscount's sterile speech. Then he pressed his hat slightly and closed his eyes.

Change of perspective.

Familiar, trance high-altitude perspective.

The crow flying over the castle has some kind of humanity.

"Sure enough..."

having removed visual sharing, Yat looked up as if nothing had happened. However, he could not help thinking.

After half an hour, viscount Rosa finally finished his long speech without nutrition. Besides the Vatican and the guild of mercenaries, the guests also clapped their hands and grinned, as if the speech, which had been heard once a year, had not changed at all.

Art noticed that the appearance of the priest, who was older than Viscount Rosa, had a stiff smile on his face.

A Dutchman who was not very flattering.

Yat thought.

However, he did not look down upon the Dushi.

He also understood the name of the Vatican.

Deacons, clergymen, priests, dudlers, bishops, bishops, archbishops, popes.

Deacon -- in the Holy See, the inner ones are originally intended to be the lower level names of the clergy. They mainly carry out the work at the bottom of the church. In essence, they are the servants inside the Holy See, just like the servants who humbly withdraw from the outside with food.

Clergy - ordinary clergy.

The priest, the highest clergyman in the church led by knights.

Dustrel, the highest clergyman in a church under a baron or viscount, corresponding to a baron or viscount.

Bishop - Earl's territory, the highest clergy in a county, corresponding to a count.

Diocese - the highest clergy in charge of a church in several Countess counties or a marquis County, corresponding to a marquis.

Archbishop - only one Duke's collar, corresponding to one Duke.

The Pope, the leader of all regional churches and the spokesman of God, only knew that this "Pope" was located in a certain country on the other side of the sea.

These are digressions, and the message that att got about this durst was that he was also strong.

Among the numerous dustrels, the Orlando priest was also an outstanding one. The power of the holy light that permeated the other side all the time made Yat understand that even if he was inferior to the Viscount of red rose, it would not be much worse.

At the same time, art did not have the idea of dealing with the dustrel. Although the Lord olank did not look so "smart", but...

who would believe that a not smart dustar could compete with the Viscount of red rose?

Although on the surface, viscount Rosa's influence was biased towards Viscount Rosa, he found from the attitude of some chambers of Commerce towards the holy see that the church's status in essence was much higher than that on the surface, and there was a vague sense of resistance.Aware of this, art did not intend to deal with the dustrel.

It's not a good feeling to be played by two forces as chess pieces. Yat is not stupid enough to think that there is only one intelligent person in the world, and he has no strength and power. He has to play with these two old foxes...

that is not very difficult.

The biggest cake has no strength and won't rob it. All he needs now is the blood of the nobility and only time...

these so-called "big cakes" are not really big cakes for him.

Having sorted out his mind and not taking part in any overt or covert struggle, Yat wandered leisurely around the long tables, carrying dishes and picking out food with his clips.

He was more interested in the food he hadn't eaten for a long time than what he didn't get.

"Sir laurido, it seems that you did not have a very good meal all the way." A tepid voice sounded in his ear, letting att grab the hand of the clip.

But after a pause, at the next moment, Yat continued to use the clip to pick up the tender steak in front of him. Without looking up, he said, "yes, wild fruit and barbecue are not delicious food."

It was Viscount Rosa who appeared next to art.

After a brief exchange of words with the mercenary guild and the Vatican, the Viscount went straight to Yat's direction.

"Wild fruit barbecue?" For Yat's answer, viscount Rosa's face showed a nostalgic smile, "when I was traveling, I was also barbecue wild fruit."

Gently shaking the mellow red rose wine in his glass, the red rose Viscount leisurely began to tell about the scheme of barbecue and fruit that he had tried during his travels, and then described his brilliant achievements: "durard berry and Timberwolves have the best meat compatibility. I will never forget that when I killed the group of forest wolves, I sat on the forest wolf carcass to roast meat Light. "

When he talks, it's like talking to an old friend.

As the object of viscount Rosa's conversation, art received more eyes.

Originally, art was found by heros, the other side and President balan's "friendly interaction", had let Yat be watched.

After Viscount Rosa identified Yat's "mercurial count apprentice", he received more people's eyes.

Even the "trendy" young people who have been surrounding Mrs. Raul have turned their attention to art.

"I didn't expect you to have the same experience." Said Yat, taking a small piece of beef into his mouth and feeling the strange taste of foie gras and gravy.

"Of course, every qualified wizard needs to travel." Viscount Rosa slightly narrowed his eyes, as if the eyes of rose thorns swept over those lower nobles, "witches can not be like those ignorant nobles ten thousand years ago, immersed in that meaningless vanity."

the lower nobles who had been swept by his eyes lowered their heads, only a few of them remained unchanged.

"Can a journey that can lead to death make them less stupid?" Art asked, slightly sarcastic.

"No The corners of viscount Rosa's mouth cocked up. "Only the living wizard may become less stupid."

At his side, Yat was silent. He seemed to be able to see the flame in the Viscount's eyes.

As far as he knows, one of the Viscount's sons and daughters passed away during the tour. He had four children, and now only two children are left.

Before he became a lord, the Viscount experienced no less life and death battles than those mercenaries.

It can even be said that the danger experienced by the Viscount during his five years of travel was beyond the reach of the mercenaries for ten years.

"Sir Claudio." As the Viscount Rosa spoke, his eyes swept across the banquet hall. Just like the reaction of the lower aristocrats, they subconsciously avoided his eyes. "What do you think a wizard is?"

"What is a wizard?" Art was stunned, and then remembered that the mercurial count had asked the same question.

Is there anything special about this problem? Art couldn't help thinking.

"Prudence is a good thing, but, Ellen's wizard..." Viscount Rosa drank up the red rose wine in his glass, and the fragrance of the red rose slowly dissipated, "too comfortable."

"The wizard is the seeker, whether the road exists or not, the wizard is the pursuer, whether or not bound. Sir clarido, you need to remember that. " Taking a deep look at art, viscount Rosa turned away with her glass.

Gazing at the growing figure of viscount Rosa, art's eyebrows wrinkled slightly...

at this moment, the huge and brilliant red rose tree still stands in the center of the red rose collar, the flame like flowers are gently waving, and a crow is combing its scarlet feathers.

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Looking at Viscount Rosa's unchanged smile, art's smile was slightly stiff.

Old fox.

Of course, he was not so stupid. He threw this sentence directly on the face of the wizard who thought he was close to Apocalypse level.

He could not explain that mercurial count had not reached any agreement with Viscount Rosa, and even if he did, not many of them would believe it.

Looking at the people who had already adjusted their movements slightly and were facing in their own direction, Yat felt a little itchy on their scalp. He had never thought about dealing with these guys before.

Fortunately, viscount Rosa also knew that it was possible to make mistakes in letting these people pry for information. Looking at the eager guests, he picked up a glass of red rose wine from the maid tray beside him and held it up:

"ladies and gentlemen, I think you should hold up your glasses rather than chat with Sir clarido, right?"

Viscount Rosa's words also made everyone temporarily stop thinking about "truth".

"The land of red roses, the land of fire and flowers, I, Bessie horn Rosa..."

Viscount Rosa began a lengthy banquet speech, and a group of invited guests also listened to Viscount Rosa's annual speech, which lasted for half an hour, with a smile on their faces.

But standing in the corner, who has stopped using the faint light and fear to hide, has a smile on his face, but thinks about other things in his heart.

The information he searched for was that this banquet was different from other banquets. Every year, the banquet held by the Viscount lasted from noon to evening and lasted for a very long time.

The first part is an ordinary banquet - tasting all kinds of food and wine prepared by Viscount Rosa, during which everyone can communicate with each other.

The second paragraph is about Viscount Rosa's announcement of deals with various forces. From yvey's mouth, the news is a bit like bidding for enterprises.

In the third section, and in the evening, there will be a dinner party. After that, all the people leave the castle. Those nobles who come from various territories will live in their houses on the other side of the castle and leave the next day.

Art thought as he listened to the Viscount's sterile speech. Then he pressed his hat slightly and closed his eyes.

Change of perspective.

Familiar, trance high-altitude perspective.

The crow flying over the castle has some kind of humanity.

"Sure enough..."

having removed visual sharing, Yat looked up as if nothing had happened. However, he could not help thinking.

After half an hour, viscount Rosa finally finished his long speech without nutrition. Besides the Vatican and the guild of mercenaries, the guests also clapped their hands and grinned, as if the speech, which had been heard once a year, had not changed at all.

Art noticed that the appearance of the priest, who was older than Viscount Rosa, had a stiff smile on his face.

A Dutchman who was not very flattering.

Yat thought.

However, he did not look down upon the Dushi.

He also understood the name of the Vatican.

Deacons, clergymen, priests, dudlers, bishops, bishops, archbishops, popes.

Deacon -- in the Holy See, the inner ones are originally intended to be the lower level names of the clergy. They mainly carry out the work at the bottom of the church. In essence, they are the servants inside the Holy See, just like the servants who humbly withdraw from the outside with food.

Clergy - ordinary clergy.

The priest, the highest clergyman in the church led by knights.

Dustrel, the highest clergyman in a church under a baron or viscount, corresponding to a baron or viscount.

Bishop - Earl's territory, the highest clergy in a county, corresponding to a count.

Diocese - the highest clergy in charge of a church in several Countess counties or a marquis County, corresponding to a marquis.

Archbishop - only one Duke's collar, corresponding to one Duke.

The Pope, the leader of all regional churches and the spokesman of God, only knew that this "Pope" was located in a certain country on the other side of the sea.

These are digressions, and the message that att got about this durst was that he was also strong.

Among the numerous dustrels, the Orlando priest was also an outstanding one. The power of the holy light that permeated the other side all the time made Yat understand that even if he was inferior to the Viscount of red rose, it would not be much worse.

At the same time, art did not have the idea of dealing with the dustrel. Although the Lord olank did not look so "smart", but...

who would believe that a not smart dustar could compete with the Viscount of red rose?

Although on the surface, viscount Rosa's influence was biased towards Viscount Rosa, he found from the attitude of some chambers of Commerce towards the holy see that the church's status in essence was much higher than that on the surface, and there was a vague sense of resistance.Aware of this, art did not intend to deal with the dustrel.

It's not a good feeling to be played by two forces as chess pieces. Yat is not stupid enough to think that there is only one intelligent person in the world, and he has no strength and power. He has to play with these two old foxes...

that is not very difficult.

The biggest cake has no strength and won't rob it. All he needs now is the blood of the nobility and only time...

these so-called "big cakes" are not really big cakes for him.

Having sorted out his mind and not taking part in any overt or covert struggle, Yat wandered leisurely around the long tables, carrying dishes and picking out food with his clips.

He was more interested in the food he hadn't eaten for a long time than what he didn't get.

"Sir laurido, it seems that you did not have a very good meal all the way." A tepid voice sounded in his ear, letting att grab the hand of the clip.

But after a pause, at the next moment, Yat continued to use the clip to pick up the tender steak in front of him. Without looking up, he said, "yes, wild fruit and barbecue are not delicious food."

It was Viscount Rosa who appeared next to art.

After a brief exchange of words with the mercenary guild and the Vatican, the Viscount went straight to Yat's direction.

"Wild fruit barbecue?" For Yat's answer, viscount Rosa's face showed a nostalgic smile, "when I was traveling, I was also barbecue wild fruit."

Gently shaking the mellow red rose wine in his glass, the red rose Viscount leisurely began to tell about the scheme of barbecue and fruit that he had tried during his travels, and then described his brilliant achievements: "durard berry and Timberwolves have the best meat compatibility. I will never forget that when I killed the group of forest wolves, I sat on the forest wolf carcass to roast meat Light. "

When he talks, it's like talking to an old friend.

As the object of viscount Rosa's conversation, art received more eyes.

Originally, art was found by heros, the other side and President balan's "friendly interaction", had let Yat be watched.

After Viscount Rosa identified Yat's "mercurial count apprentice", he received more people's eyes.

Even the "trendy" young people who have been surrounding Mrs. Raul have turned their attention to art.

"I didn't expect you to have the same experience." Said Yat, taking a small piece of beef into his mouth and feeling the strange taste of foie gras and gravy.

"Of course, every qualified wizard needs to travel." Viscount Rosa slightly narrowed his eyes, as if the eyes of rose thorns swept over those lower nobles, "witches can not be like those ignorant nobles ten thousand years ago, immersed in that meaningless vanity."

the lower nobles who had been swept by his eyes lowered their heads, only a few of them remained unchanged.

"Can a journey that can lead to death make them less stupid?" Art asked, slightly sarcastic.

"No The corners of viscount Rosa's mouth cocked up. "Only the living wizard may become less stupid."

At his side, Yat was silent. He seemed to be able to see the flame in the Viscount's eyes.

As far as he knows, one of the Viscount's sons and daughters passed away during the tour. He had four children, and now only two children are left.

Before he became a lord, the Viscount experienced no less life and death battles than those mercenaries.

It can even be said that the danger experienced by the Viscount during his five years of travel was beyond the reach of the mercenaries for ten years.

"Sir Claudio." As the Viscount Rosa spoke, his eyes swept across the banquet hall. Just like the reaction of the lower aristocrats, they subconsciously avoided his eyes. "What do you think a wizard is?"

"What is a wizard?" Art was stunned, and then remembered that the mercurial count had asked the same question.

Is there anything special about this problem? Art couldn't help thinking.

"Prudence is a good thing, but, Ellen's wizard..." Viscount Rosa drank up the red rose wine in his glass, and the fragrance of the red rose slowly dissipated, "too comfortable."

"The wizard is the seeker, whether the road exists or not, the wizard is the pursuer, whether or not bound. Sir clarido, you need to remember that. " Taking a deep look at art, viscount Rosa turned away with her glass.

Gazing at the growing figure of viscount Rosa, art's eyebrows wrinkled slightly...

at this moment, the huge and brilliant red rose tree still stands in the center of the red rose collar, the flame like flowers are gently waving, and a crow is combing its scarlet feathers.

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