Master Lich's Knight Steward

Maybe the silver hair of the moon is more precious?Master Lawrence, who was also the blonde and blue-eyed beauty most similar to an angel, thought sarcastically.

"Anyway, it seems that my second brother who is one month older is not my father's seed."

"Probably, even the princes were just born with brown hair, green eyes, and slightly brown skin—just like the current queen, my old friend deliberately found a woman who was similar to him in the past, in order to hide the false Bloodline. Then they will awaken the blood of the family of the gods after the baptism day... The temple is using this method to control the not-so-safe royal family."

The people are always the ones who are easy to deceive. They don't understand the difference between acquired gifts and innate favors.

"But why did there appear to be a Ralvin mixed with birdman blood? And it was recognized by the three parties... Maybe the Duke didn't recognize it."

On the surface, the second son who returned to his ancestors seemed to be a symbol of the royal family's eagerness to reach out to the Willinghild family. Therefore, there was already an heir like Victor who completely resembled him, and the Grand Duke would naturally not like Ralvin.

What Ludwig finds interesting is why the royal family and the temple need to do so much. As long as they have been baptized and are Marian's children, aren't ordinary human children easier to control?And it won't arouse the Grand Duke's paranoia in the short term.

"Louis, are you thinking too much?" The Lich young master, motivated by this chaotic blood and inheritance relationship, poked at the contemplative servant: "Maybe this is just an accident of making mistakes, you have to know that Yiren is right. Human women are attractive."

Grabbing his hand and rubbing it habitually, Potato Knight reacted, his handsome face froze instantly, and looked at his master with disbelief: "You mean, that lady cheated unplanned?"

"This kind of thing is very common...it's just for reference." At least in the novels, I often read stories of a noble lady who is unwilling to be lonely, or a lich who leaves a child for her first love who has a different status. , writhing uncomfortably, secretly blushing for his increasingly vulgar thoughts.

Cough, it seems that I will read less entertainment novels in the future... The Lich is reflecting.

"This guess is actually quite reasonable..." After the initial surprise passed, Ludwig thought seriously and found that it was not impossible.

"The birth of Ralvin was just a coincidence. It is very likely that even Mrs. Marian who had an affair did not expect that he would have such obvious "sacred" features, and then—before the Duke's mansion could hide it, people with ulterior motives had already put this The matter spread out, so all parties began to make plans around the second young master to seek benefits.

"The Grand Duchess needs this son who is not liked by her husband to develop her own power. The royal family wants to rely on this pawn to get rid of the control of the temple... As for what the temple is thinking, maybe the appearance of the winged people has something to do with them?"

So the earliest key question, how did this child come about, no one cares about it.

"The temple itself may also be split. The belief system of the God of Creation and the God of Light is difficult to justify. At least my mentor suspects that Angora Linstarui is just a pure God of Light who has obtained part of the memory of the God of Creation."

The Chuangshi God controls chaos that was created out of nothing. It doesn't make sense that after the world system is stabilized, he only has light and a godhead... Of course, Lich is not interested in explaining this complicated belief system to a muscular man.

"The faction that firmly believes that Angola is above all things may raise winged people... After all, they are creations older than humans and other species on the main continent of Demeyer."

"Well... Anyway, it's good to know that the temple is not united." Even if the Lich tried to simplify it as much as possible, Ludwig, who was born and raised in Demeyer and was only responsible for worshiping and praying to the gods, was still dizzy. Fortunately, he was able to find the point.

"Your Excellency the Duke, the Duchess, the eldest son and the second young master, at least two sects of the temple, the royal family... so many forces are enough for us to fish in troubled water──"

"I made a profit out of it." The Lich continued with a tacit understanding.

Of course, his advantage is not only to complete a drizzle-level imperfect contract and a stable experimental environment, but also means the experimental material that has never been seen before—Wingman.

The young lich, which has existed for hundreds of years, has also only seen this legendary species in books.

"In this way, we have reached a consensus. The first step is to contact this 'Second Young Master'." Ludwig solemnly placed Larvin's portrait on the table, and added a golden invitation card.

"The opportunity is here."

It seems that Victor is already taking advantage of the appearance of the unrecognized third young master to spread some bad rumors in the small circle of high society close to him.

Judging from their reasoning just now, nine times out of ten it is the bad things about the mysterious life experience of His Excellency Son of Larvin.

"Obviously my poor nanny's strict and respectful personality has not been passed on to her descendants. Master Lawrence's dear brother is happy to make a little publicity about his mother's infidelity in order to grab the tempting fruit."

Ludwig’s voice was full of disgust, and Victor’s behavior reminded him of the traitor Anthony’s mother, who gave the Rockefeller family the last bloodline, the young orphan who has nothing but honor, the nurse who loves all mothers... her little master Murdered by her son, who sat on the most honored throne, while she herself was never heard of.

He needs to make a good plan and use this opportunity to dig out all the truth, so that all those who should be punished will get the bitter fruit of retribution!

"Human nature is a very valuable subject."

The lich's icy fingers fell between his brows, bringing a coolness that cooled the soul.

The truth of a conspiracy is never hard to find.

"Ha! Magic, what a power."

If this sentence came out of Lich's mouth, it would simply make people think that he had completed another experiment.But the one who "praises" in a feeble tone is actually the "law-blind" Ludwig who doesn't like oil and salt, which is very intriguing.

"It's hard for you to say that. Magic is a shortcut." Because the servants didn't cooperate, the lich, who was wrapped up in the expensive ferret fur coat and fighting the emerald buckle, pouted.

Since they accidentally brought up the issue of the soul contract last time, this servant has become more and more rude.Look at his attitude now, how dare he be dissatisfied with his beloved magic?

"But you should have told me earlier..."

The butler of the potato, who was too mentally shocked to even have the strength to eat tofu, adjusted his posture and continued to lie on the sofa to play a dead dog—anyway, seeing the lich's red face full of impatience, he was fighting with the buttons The picture is very pleasing to the eye, at least it can heal his heart that has been severely injured by the omnipotent magic.

told you earlier?

The resentment accumulated from being treated as a doll, playing with three meals a day and eating tofu is finally relieved.

After finally getting rid of the white furry coat, the beautiful lich smiled slyly.He has read a lot of novels about intrigues and tricks, and has had great fun, but when he watched a certain knight butler restlessly and nervously design every line and arrange every plot, in order to obtain the most detailed clues , Enjoyed the thrill of being on the scene again.

But this doesn't mean that he has to follow the usual method of human beings—step by step, careful planning for several months, how can he have that kind of temple time!Mind reading, academy magic, tracking spells... one banquet is enough for him to get the truth.

This is also the fundamental reason why he gets bored of human entertainment games so quickly. It's okay to watch the excitement, but when he really wants to practice it himself, he still prefers simple and direct magic.

"Is there no spirit type in Di Mayer's existing spell system?" He pretended to be innocent with a smile in his heart, blinking his blue eyes that hadn't recovered their blood-red color.

Of course!

Stunned by those eyes, Ludwig rubbed his nose uncomfortably and turned his head away, and finally stopped jumping up and yelling, "Why are you pretending to be stupid?"He suddenly discovered that some things would be unfavorable once in a while. For example, the character of the Lich seems to be getting worse... But maybe this is a good sign?

"At least there are no ones that can be used without detection...especially the nobles who carry a lot of spells and magical amulets."

Where there is a means of attack, there will be a means of defense, so over the years, the upper class has formed such a tacit understanding-they use the art of language to spy on each other, and use various tricks to achieve their goals. The methods were all scoffed at—the root cause was that Di Mayer had never seen a perverted archmage like Lich Hill.

Skill is a joke in the face of overwhelming power.

To dismiss irresistible power as crude is but the envy of the powerless.

Of course, Ludwig is not jealous of his lovely master, but just mourns for his wasted brain cells.Especially when he has to deal with extremely complex "clues" that are almost equivalent to the weight of the entire memory of several people, this kind of sadness is really from the heart.

"How should I see them?"

The resurrected person fiddled with several colorful magic balls feebly, which contained the brain contents stolen by the lich when he was being tempted, ridiculed, or even molested—original goods that had not been screened at all. The Lich's explanation for this was that there were priests and mages enshrined by the royal family present at the banquet, and even he did not dare to maintain the tenth-level mental duplication spell for too long.

God knows if that's another reason to be lazy...