I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 29 Round Table Council (Please Read)

Rainy night, defeated, knight.

Fernando fled in panic, running for eight blocks before he mustered up the courage to look behind him.

There was no demon in the rain, and he finally felt relieved.

The sound of raindrops hitting the cobblestone road became louder and louder, as if sympathizing with Mr. Knight's terrible experience.

But at this moment, a chuckle reached Fernando's ears.

"Humph, that little guy is still as cunning as ever, always trying to hide behind others and not wanting to take any responsibility at all~"

who! ?

Fernando, who was turned into a little loli by Ron, looked around in astonishment.

However, within a range of 5 meters around him, clusters of pale blue flames appeared at some point.

The flame was not affected by the rain at all. Instead, it continued to "ignite" the raindrops and freeze the humid air.

Suddenly, the blue flames expanded violently, drowning the rain and the loli with burnt yellow hair within a radius of ten meters.

At this moment, Fernando felt a chill freezing his internal organs, and a pain like being cut by a knife came from his skin.

His body was frozen and stiff, unable to move, and he couldn't even scream.

The pale blue flame seemed to be composed of special magical power. It was not high temperature in the conventional sense. Instead, it could freeze gold and stone into powder.

click!
There seemed to be a crisp sound in the void.

The yellow-haired loli's body suddenly shattered and turned into starlight, and a figure more than two meters tall suddenly emerged from the spot.

As soon as Fernando's body returned to normal, his legs strangely folded forward.

click-

"what!!!"

The pale bone spurs instantly pierced his skin, causing him to let out an extremely miserable howl.

"Fernando Upton, do you remember how you tortured Huilinte's mother to death?"

"She asked me to say hello to you~"

The mysterious voice was very small, but it still clearly penetrated Mr. Knight's ears.

Waves of severe pain and unresolved panic continued to erode Fernando's nerves and brain.

He could only lie on the ground, flapping his arms wildly.

As his body twisted, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure on top of a tower out of the corner of his eye.

It was a woman, wearing a pure white wide-brimmed hat with black flowers on her head, her graceful figure wrapped in a white dress, and her hands wearing lace gloves of the same color.

She had a lazy temperament, with her chin propped up, and her blue eyes revealed a hint of purple under the reflection of the blue flames. She looked at Fernando who was struggling with amusement, and a mocking arc appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Witch!

Blue Witch!

The leader of the rebel group!

Fernando's breathing stagnated, and the muscles on his face twisted and trembled uncontrollably. He didn't expect that he, who had accepted the mission to hunt down the witch, would actually encounter the witch.

Although no one has ever seen the true face of this terrifying witch, no one's temperament can be so consistent with this name!

"I'm not a virgin!" Mr. Knight gritted his teeth and uttered these words with difficulty.

Apparently, I've heard some strange rumors.

Hearing this, the witch was silent for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"Humph, the Church and the Royal Family are really going to great lengths to discredit me. Who would have thought that those who talk so much about morality and justice could actually fabricate such a ridiculous rumor."

"Backward, ignorant, crazy, unreasonable"

As she spoke, the witch looked at the knight who seemed to be about to be teased with her rather charming eyes, "Now, I ask you questions and you answer them."

"Six years ago, when the old capital fell, what role did your family play?"

The witch's voice was like a spring, and it seemed to contain a mature charm that made people let down their guard and was irresistible.

Fernando's eyes gradually became dull and he kept repeating the same sentence.

"I, I don't know! I don't know!"

Faced with such an answer, the witch was not disappointed, because she was just asking casually anyway.

If the answer was really so easy to get, then it was 100% a trap set for her.

"Okay, don't be so nervous. You can't escape anyway."

"How about satisfying my curiosity before you die?"

The witch chuckled and ignored the knight's painful plea for mercy. Instead, she asked in a charming voice:
"You said you've done so many evil things, stealing other people's wives, killing other people's husbands, and seizing other people's property." "Even the Vatican has turned a blind eye, allowing everything in the world to suffer and live in a false prosperity."

"I've always had a question for you guys."

As she spoke, the witch frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about what words could concisely explain the questions in her heart.

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as she said:

"Aren't you afraid of retribution for doing this?"

-

In the mural hall with countless mythological epics, the black-haired woman rushed forward at an extremely fast speed in high-heeled boots.

She just received news this morning that the Blue Witch appeared last night and killed a brave Templar.

This left Olivia without even having time to eat breakfast.

She is not interested in whether the Templar is brave or not, the only thing she cares about is that witch!
"Your Excellency Olivia, the Pope and His Majesty the King have been waiting for a long time."

The ancient stone door, which was nearly ten meters high and obviously not from this era, was slowly pushed open by the guards.

Olivia walked in quickly and glanced at the old council chamber which was completely different from the outside world.

The space in the conference hall is not very large, with only a round table and seven corresponding seats.

However, three of them were covered with a thick layer of dust.

"There's no need to wait for others. The guys from the Enlightenment Institute went out to sea three years ago to search for other continents, and no news has come back yet."

"There are only three of us left among the legends of the capital."

The person who spoke was an old man wearing a triple crown and papal attire.

Hearing this, Olivia didn't say anything. She pulled open the stone chair violently and sat on it, crossing her legs out of habit.

Seeing this, the old man's eyebrows twisted unconsciously and he snorted coldly:
"Olivia, I think you should respect His Majesty the King."

"Shut up, you old bastard! I'm not here to listen to your nagging!"

Before the Pope could finish his words, Olivia suddenly interrupted him and looked at another person in the conference room.

"Your Majesty, I just want to know where that witch is hiding!"

Seeing this, the tall and crowned Keaton Reinhardt III felt a slight headache.

The Council of Seven was originally formed by the first King Reinhard 1369 years ago, who united with six legends to form a powerful alliance.

To deal with the apocalypse that comes from nowhere and the emergencies caused by being cut off from other continents.

It can be passed to him.
Only four of the seven powerful alliances remain, and one of them went to sea three years ago.

That's not a big deal. More than a thousand years have passed, and there will definitely be a lot of changes compared to the time of the first king.

But what he couldn't accept the most was that every time they had a meeting, they would engage in nothing but verbal battles.

This made Mr. King feel inexplicably guilty towards his ancestors.

"Olivia, the witch is not the point. This is not why I convened the council this time."

"You should know that my eldest daughter has reached adulthood, but recently..."

Hearing this, Olivia's face twitched slightly.

Foolish king!

The witch has come to your door, and you are still thinking about finding a partner for your daughter! ?
She was about to start cursing when she heard the king change the subject and say:

"It's just that she disappeared recently!"

"You should know that Hainlet's ancestors came from the 'Temple', and the golden blood in their bodies contains the secret to controlling the 'Temple'."

"Whether they are rebels or followers of the evil god, they have long coveted the golden bloodline, hoping to obtain this power to overthrow this ancient kingdom."

After saying this, King Cayden III glanced at the other two members of the parliament with a deep gaze and said in a deep voice:

"Whatever the case, we must prevent this from happening."

The atmosphere in the meeting room suddenly became serious. Everyone's expression was very solemn, and they all obviously realized the seriousness of the problem.

Under normal circumstances, the princess's disappearance should not be brought up in such an occasion, but as luck would have it, the leader of the rebels appeared in the royal capital last night.

In this extremely serious atmosphere, Olivia looked at Cayden III and suddenly muttered:

"There are rebels and cultists in the Orlan Kingdom. Shouldn't we look for our own reasons?"

"Is it because the king is not working hard enough and is he lazy in governing the country?"

Who taught you to talk like this?

(End of this chapter)