"Your Excellency." A farmer who was working in the fields humbly and respectfully greeted his lord, most of them had not yet had time to see the count's appearance, only that they could be surrounded by so many knights, that they could ride the dragon-scaled horse of the divine steed, and that they could wear a gorgeous coat with a collar higher than the back of their heads and cover their ears.
Count Peforth held a dragon-scaled horse between his legs and a leather whip in his hand, and he seemed to have not heard of the greetings of the farmers, which was the treatment that nobles should receive, and there was no need to be surprised.
When he left the manor and turned into the avenue, Count Peforth jerked his horse violently, causing it to speed up and run, passing carriages and pedestrians along the road.
For those nobles who rode in carriages, the Count of Pephos despised, how could the nobles who were knighted by strangling magicians and all kinds of heresies give up their pride, give up their knightly instincts, vanity is also the original sin!
The Pephos family was the first knight family to follow the church and the king to resist the magical empire, and the title of count relied on the powerful strength and immortal merits established by generations, including Count Pephos himself, who had been promoted to knight of the sky before the age of forty, and won the title of "Guardian Dragon", and his hands were stained with the blood of evil magicians and various heretics.
Dozens of dragon scale horses ran quickly and rushed all the way into the city, and the knight attendants guarding the gate saw the Pephos family sign from a distance and got out of the way, not daring to intercept and inspect at all.
Roar!
As soon as Count Peforth pulled the reins, the dragon-scaled horseman stood up, and let out a roar similar to a dragon from his mouth.
The riders who followed behind made similar movements, causing the horses to stop almost at the same time.
"Good evening, Your Excellency." At the door of the villa, there were already two people dressed as nobles.
They wear the popular two-layer jacket inside, with many buttons made of gemstones, and a turtleneck coat on the outside, pinning many accessories.
Count Peforth turned over and nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."
These are the two barons of his county, who today helped him gather a private meeting of the nobles who were relatively close.
"This is our honor." The two barons replied respectfully, leading him towards the villa.
Count Peforth was unsmiling, but he was very satisfied with the attitude of the two barons, which made him feel the glory and authority of the superiors and high nobles.
There were several long tables in the hall of the villa, where steaks, roast chicken, and hungry food were placed, and there were already many nobles holding wine glasses, gathering in groups of twos and twos to talk.
"Good evening, Your Excellency." All the nobles greeted Count Pephos as soon as possible.
Count Peforth raised his right hand and waved: "Good evening, everyone."
He enjoys occasions like this, and the rights and places are always fascinating at this time.
After handing the whip to the accompanying knight, the Earl of Peforth was about to preside over the party, but at that moment the attendant guarding the gate brought in a clergyman dressed in a holy white robe.
"Honorable Earl, Your Excellency invites you to the church." Although the young clergyman spoke very politely, his face was tense, without a trace of a smile, giving people an unusually arrogant feeling, but none of the nobles present felt that it was inappropriate, this was the Lord's shepherd, even if he was dissatisfied with his attitude, he could not show it in the slightest, otherwise the court's watchman would come to the door.
"Is there anything nervous?" Count Peforth asked reservedly.
The clergyman's eyes seemed to be looking at the ceiling: "I don't know, Count, you will know when you get to the church."
Such an attitude made the Count of Peforth secretly annoyed, and the clergy of the church did not even have the most basic courtesy?
But he controlled his emotions and said expressionlessly: "Okay."
"By the way, Count, it is past six o'clock in the evening, and no one can ride a horse except the knight on duty." The clergyman added in a stiff tone.
Count Pephos secretly clenched his fists, only to feel a wave of anger rushing straight to his head, as an earl, as the lord of this city, he didn't even have this privilege?
After the clergy finished explaining, he drew a cross on his chest: "I hope you will hurry to the church as soon as possible, Count, and the truth will last forever!"
"Only the truth endures...... Count Peyforth drew a cross with his eyes deeply and decided to endure, what if he didn't endure? Confrontation with the church? A god-like, nearly fifty legendary cardinals and holy knights, a seraph who can come at any time, what will he use to fight? This is a force that is even more terrifying than the three magical empires of the past!
Moreover, as the remnants of the magical empire were gradually eliminated, 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, when it was dark, cloudy, and it seemed that a torrential rain would fall afterwards.
Rumble!
Thunder exploded, silver and white electric serpents lit up the sky, Count Peforth looked up at the sky, got out of the carriage, and entered the church.
"Good evening, Your Excellency, please allow me to pray to the Lord first." Count Peforth said politely, he had completely eliminated the dissatisfaction and resentment in his heart.
The city is the capital of the county, close to Puerto Padre, and its location is important and relatively prosperous, so the bishop is a newly promoted Cardinal Field, who nodded slightly: "This is your piety."
After praying in front of the cross, Count Pephos smiled and said, "I don't know what you are looking for me, my lord?"
Field said kindly: "According to the Night's Watch's report, there are signs of magician activity in this area recently, I hope the Count can put more effort into tracking it down."
"This is my responsibility." Count Peforth replied casually, waiting for the bishop to discuss more important matters with him.
"Very good, then the count, you can go back and make arrangements." Field smiled.
"Is there anything else?" Count Peforth blurted out in astonishment.
Field raised his eyebrows: "What else do you need?"
As soon as he was free, the anger in Count Peforth's heart rose, and he summoned me over for such a trivial matter? Just send someone to tell me!" What am I? Church dogs? Call around casually?
"Or maybe you don't think this matter is important enough, Count." Field's smile gradually faded.
Count Peforth tried to suppress his anger: "Please forgive me for my urgency to dedicate myself to the Lord, Your Excellency, since there is nothing to do, then I will go back immediately to arrange the investigation."
He walked out of the church with an unchanged expression, entered the carriage, and sat in his seat like a stone statue until the carriage drove a certain distance, the roaring thunder kept sounding, his face suddenly turned blue, and golden scales grew on the back of his hand.
"It's so hateful! They don't treat us nobles equally at all!" Count Peforth gritted his teeth secretly.
The howling wind blew the branches and leaves of the trees on the side of the road, and leaves and debris fell on the carriage from time to time.
Popping, raindrops hitting the roof of the car, as if playing a musical instrument, Count Peforth looked at the vast night outside the window, his heart could not calm down for a long time, his expression was slightly confused, this is the true status of the nobility?
Dong dong, dong dong, dong dong, three consecutive rhythmic banging sounds sounded near the car window, and the Count of Peforth turned his head in shock and roared: "Who?"
Being able to approach silently without being noticed by oneself, a level six heavenly knight, the opponent's strength was enough to be called terrifying.
"A reckless visitor." A slightly muffled female laughter came from outside the car window, but the coachman in front and the rider behind him were unaware.
"Who are you?" Count Pephos narrowed his eyes, a layer of golden dragon scales appeared on his exposed skin, and his pupils turned into golden vertical pupils.
A slightly magnetic female voice chuckled and said: "Count, why don't you invite me in and sit down? Are you worried to this extent, I really want to sneak attack, I won't remind you just now, for a strong person of your level and me, what is the blocking of the carriage?"
A person who is very proud and likes to hit others...... Count Pephos made a judgment in his heart, and after some consideration, he carefully opened the window.
A bright red figure flashed in and sat opposite Count Peforth.
A high-level magician...... Count Peforth's vigilance was raised again, ready to do it at any time, but his eyes suddenly lit up, because this was a young beauty as bright as fire, she was petite, wearing a bright red magic robe, her facial features were exquisite, her pupils were like blood, and her whole body was full of life.
The rumors that female magicians like to transform their appearance seem to be true, but doesn't it mean that high-level mages will have a lot of strange appearances due to the in-depth transformation of their bloodlines and the pollution of various experiments? Count Peforth subconsciously thought, why did such a high-level magician come from another country without any impression?
"Being in a daze doesn't help solve any problem." The bright beauty opposite seemed to have a bit of a temper, and said without detouring, "Count, don't you want to change the status quo?"
"Current situation?" Count Pephos repeated in a low voice, and then sneered, "Discussing the current situation with a stray dog-like magician? Madam, we are not on the same steps, by the way, what should I call you?"
The petite beauty's face darkened: "Just call me 'storm', as for the current situation, I think domestic dogs also have to worry about their own status."
Is this an attitude of communication? Count Pephos couldn't laugh or cry at the magicians for sending such a lady, and he refused to suffer at all!
However, his expression became solemn, and although the lady was rude, her words pointed directly to the problem she was worried about just now.
"Time is running out, I'm almost at your villa, I'll just say it." Ms. "Storm" didn't care about Count Peforth's change in attitude, and said impatiently, "The value of your nobleman's existence is to help the church fight against magicians, against elves, dragons and other heretical races.
She narrowed her eyes slightly: "Moreover, compared to ordinary people, nobles with good strength will be secretly guarded against by the church and slowly weakened, so you must understand where your value is reflected and you must not let it be lost."
After saying that, she didn't wait for Count Peforth's answer, she turned into a shadow and disappeared into the carriage.
Count Peforth looked at the dark night where she disappeared, his expression was solemn, his eyes flickered, and he fell into deep thought.
Outside the window, there was a heavy rainstorm, thunder roared, and it was dark everywhere, like the end of the world.
(End of this chapter)