Throne of Magical Arcana

"Lord earl." A farmer working in the field greeted his lord humbly and respectfully. Most of them hadn't had time to see the earl's face clearly. They only knew that they could be surrounded by so many knights and be able to ride With that magnificent dragon-scaled horse, who can wear a gorgeous coat with a collar higher than the back of the head and covering the ears, there must be only the noble Earl here, and the guys in front are not also saluting.

The Earl of Pefors had a dragon-scaled horse between his legs and a leather whip in his hand, as if he had never heard of the farmers' greetings. This is the treatment that nobles deserve, so don't be surprised.

When he left the manor and turned into the avenue, Earl Pefors jerked his horse, causing it to run faster, passing carriages and pedestrians along the road.

Earl Pefors despised those nobles who rode in carriages. How could nobles who were knighted by strangling magicians and various heretics give up their pride and knight instincts? Vanity is also the original sin!

The Pephos family was the first family of knights who followed the church and the king to resist the magic empire. It was possible to obtain the title of earl thanks to the tyrannical strength and immortal feats established by generations, including the Earl of Pephos himself. Before he was ten years old, he had already been promoted to Sky Knight and won the title of "Guardian Dragon". His hands were stained with the blood of evil magicians and various heretics.

Dozens of dragon-scaled horses galloped all the way into the city, and the knights guarding the gate stepped aside when they saw the sign of the Pefors family from a distance, and did not dare to intercept and inspect it.

Roar!

Earl Pephos pulled the reins, and the dragon-scaled horseman stood up, roaring like a dragon.

The following knights made similar movements, stopping the horses almost at the same instant.

"Good evening, Lord Earl." Two people dressed as nobles were already standing at the entrance of the villa.

They wore the currently popular two-layer jacket inside, with many buttons all made of precious stones, and on the outside they wore high-necked coats with many accessories.

Earl Pefors turned over and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

These are the two barons in his earldom, helping him call a private gathering of nobles who are close to him today.

"It's our honor." The two barons replied respectfully, leading him to the villa.

Earl Pefors was serious, but he was very satisfied with the attitude of the two barons in his heart, which made him feel the glory and authority of the superiors and high nobles.

There are several long tables in the hall of the villa, with steaks, grilled chicken, and fat and hungry food. Many nobles have already gathered wine glasses and chatted in groups.

"Good evening, Lord Earl." All the nobles greeted Earl Paphos immediately.

Earl Paphos raised his right hand and waved: "Everyone, good evening."

He relishes occasions like this, and rights and places are always fascinating at this time.

After handing over the whip to the accompanying knights, Earl Paphos was about to preside over the party, but at this moment, the guards at the gate brought in a clergyman in a holy white robe.

"Dear Earl, Your Excellency Bishop invites you to the church." Although the young clergyman spoke very politely, his face was taut and there was no smile, giving him an unusually haughty feeling. No one thinks it's wrong, this is the Lord's shepherd, even if he is dissatisfied with his attitude, he can't show it in the slightest, otherwise the night watchman of the tribunal will come to his door.

"Is there anything tense?" Earl Paphos asked reservedly.

The eyes of the cleric seemed to be looking at the ceiling: "I don't know, Earl, you will know when you arrive at the church."

Such an attitude made Earl Paphos secretly annoyed. Don't the clergy of the church even have the most basic manners?

However, he controlled his emotions and said expressionlessly, "Okay."

"By the way, Earl, it's past six o'clock in the evening, and no one can ride a horse except the knights on duty." The priest added in a blunt tone.

Earl Pefors clenched his fists secretly, feeling a surge of anger rushing straight to his forehead. As an earl, as the lord of this city, he doesn't even have this privilege?

After the clergyman finished his explanation, he drew a cross on his chest: "I hope you, Earl, will arrive at the church as soon as possible, only the truth will last forever!"

"Only the truth endures..." Earl Pefors drew a cross with deep eyes, and decided to be patient. What if he couldn't bear it? Against the church? A god-like figure, nearly fifty cardinals and holy knights at the legendary level, and a seraphim who can descend at any time, what do you have to fight against? This is a force more terrifying than the past three magic empires!

Moreover, with the gradual elimination of the remnants of the magic empire, the church relied less and less on nobles such as itself, and its attitude became worse and worse.

The carriage drove slowly to the city church. At this time, the sky was dark and cloudy, and it seemed that the heavy rain would fall later.

boom!

The thunder exploded, and the silver-white electric snake illuminated the sky. Earl Pefors looked up at the sky, got off the carriage, and entered the church.

"Good evening, my lord bishop, please allow me to pray to the Lord first." Earl Paphos said politely, he had completely wiped out the dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.

This city is the county capital, close to Puerto Padre, and its location is important and relatively prosperous, so the bishop is a newly promoted Cardinal Field. He nodded slightly: "This is your piety."

After praying in front of the cross, Earl Paphos smiled and said, "I don't know what you want from me, my lord bishop?"

Field seemed to be kind and said: "According to the report of the night watchman, there have been signs of magician activities in this area recently. I hope you can devote more energy to the investigation, Earl."

"This is my responsibility." Earl Pefors replied casually, waiting for the bishop to discuss more important matters with him.

"Very good, Earl, you can go back and make arrangements." Field smiled.

"Nothing else?" Count Paphos blurted out in amazement.

Field raised his eyebrows: "What else do you need?"

After a while, the anger in Earl Pefors' heart rose, and he called me over for such a trivial matter? Just send someone to talk about it! When am I? Church dog? Calling around casually?

"Or Earl, you don't think this matter is important enough." Field's smile gradually disappeared.

Earl Pefors tried his best to suppress his anger: "Please forgive me for my eagerness to dedicate to the Lord, my lord, since there is nothing else to do, I will go back and arrange the investigation immediately."

He walked out of the church with an unchanged expression, entered the carriage, and sat on the seat like a stone statue, until the carriage drove a certain distance, and the roaring thunder kept ringing, his face turned livid, and golden scales grew on the back of his hands. .

"It's disgusting! We nobles are not treated as equals at all!" Earl Pefors gritted his teeth secretly.

Hurrah, the torrential rain poured down, and the night became even darker. The howling wind blew the branches and leaves of the trees on the roadside, and from time to time, leaves and debris fell on the carriage.

Crackling, raindrops hitting the roof of the car, as if playing a musical instrument, Earl Pefors looked out the window at the vast night, his heart was hard to calm down for a long time, his expression was a little confused, is this the real status of a nobleman?

Boom, boom, boom, three consecutive rhythmic knocks sounded near the car window, startling Earl Paphos turned his head in astonishment, and growled, "Who?"

Being able to approach silently without being noticed by this sixth-level sky knight, the opponent's strength is enough to be called terrifying.

"A reckless visitor." A low-pitched female laughter came from the car window, but the coachman in front and the knight behind didn't notice it.

"Who the hell are you?" Earl Pephos narrowed his eyes, a layer of golden dragon scales appeared on his exposed skin, and his pupils turned into golden vertical pupils.

The female voice with a bit of magnetism said hey: "Count, don't you invite me in for a sit down? Don't tell me you are so worried that I really want to sneak attack, so I won't remind you just now, for you and me For a strong man of the same level, what is the obstruction of the carriage?"

A person who is very proud and likes to hurt others... Earl Pefors made a judgment in his heart, and after thinking about it, he opened the window carefully.

A bright red figure flashed in and sat opposite Earl Paphos.

A high-ranking magician... Earl Pephos's vigilance has been raised again, ready to strike at any time, but his eyes suddenly lit up, because this is a bright and fiery young beauty, she is petite, wearing a bright red magic robe , delicate facial features, eyes like blood, the whole person is full of vitality.

The rumors that female magicians like to modify their appearance seem to be true, but didn't it mean that high-level mages will have many strange looks due to the deepening of blood transformation and the pollution of various experiments? Earl Pephos subconsciously thought, why such a high-ranking magician has no impression of himself, coming from another country?

"Being in a daze won't help solve any problems." The bright beauty on the opposite side seemed to be a little irritable, and said without hesitation, "Count, don't you want to change the status quo?"

"The current situation?" Earl Pefors repeated in a low voice, and then sneered, "Discussing the current situation with a magician like a stray dog? Ma'am, we are not on the same level. By the way, what should I call you?"

This petite beauty's face darkened: "Just call me 'Storm'. As for the status quo, I think domestic dogs also have to worry about their own status."

Is this an attitude of communication? The Earl of Pephos couldn't laugh or cry when the magicians sent such a lady over, and he didn't want to suffer in the slightest!

However, his expression became serious. Although the lady was impolite, her words pointed directly at the problem he was worried about just now.

"Time is running out, I'll be at your villa soon, let me tell you directly." Ms. "Storm" didn't care about the change in Earl Pefors' attitude, and said in a hasty temper, "The value of your noble existence is to help the church fight against magic. Teachers, if they lose their value against elves, giant dragons and other heretical races, they will be different from ordinary people, and what kind of place they have depends on the mood of the church."

She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Moreover, nobles with good strength will be secretly guarded by the church and gradually weakened by the church, so you have to understand where your value is reflected, and you can't let it lose."

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Earl Pefors' answer, and directly turned into a shadow and disappeared into the carriage. It's impossible to talk about this kind of thing successfully, and it must be contacted and communicated step by step.

Earl Pephos looked at the night where she disappeared, with a solemn expression, twinkling eyes, lost in thought.

Outside the window, it was raining heavily, thunder was roaring, and it was pitch black everywhere, like the end of the world.