Chapter 862 Weird
The rainstorm was still there, but the lightning and thunder had gradually become rare, so the night became darker and darker.
In the basement of a manor in the suburbs, Fernando sat in the corner with a gloomy face, and Roland walked back and forth anxiously, quietly sneaking out from time to time to find out the news.
In fact, even the owner of the estate is unaware that the evil magicians have turned the basement of his estate into their stronghold.
"The night watchman was confused by our arrangement and chased in the wrong direction." After a while, Roland quietly flashed in, dodging a few traps while telling Fernando the news he had heard, "According to the previous training, the others were divided into groups and hid in other strongholds.
Fernando neither nodded nor shook his head: "What I want to know is, why can the black-clawed dog find there?"
His bright red eyes seemed to hide a brewing horror storm, which made Roland, a friend who was very familiar with him, subconsciously take a step back.
Roland said with a calm face: "Yes, this is also my question, that stronghold is very hidden, and it is the first time we have activated it, and there is no sign of being followed by the Black Claw Dog along the way, I think maybe someone can't hold on any longer and takes refuge in the Black Claw Dog."
His tone was not weak, and betrayal, killing, and fleeing were the themes of the later Dawn War.
"Investigate secretly, don't provoke big noise for the time being, a good traitor may be able to 'help' us, and now two or three people are hiding separately, except for the two of us, no one knows where the other group is hiding, and it is difficult for traitors to cause too much loss." Fernando's attitude was unexpectedly calm, and he thought he would be furious, roar, and eager to find out the traitor and torture him with all kinds of magic to help Ingrid avenge him.
Roland nodded gently: "I know how to do it, to be honest, Fernando, I thought your temper would get out of control."
Fernando's face didn't have the slightest smile: "My anger is waiting for the right time to explode."
He sighed secretly in his heart, although he and Roland have known each other for many years and are old friends, but he still doesn't know himself very well, he loves to pick on thorns, he has a grumpy and impatient personality, he likes to roar, he looks down on others, but he can control himself and understand the situation, even if he doesn't admit defeat, he will not stubbornly insist in the face of conclusive facts and truths, and most of the time he is right about things and not right people, and now what decision is best, he knows very well, anger will slowly accumulate, and wait until the day it breaks out.
"Judging from the habits and signs of shooting, it is the 'vulture' who commands the Night Watch squad today." Roland shifted the topic to analyzing today's sneak attackers, "He's been hunting us down for a long time."
"Vulture" is their derogatory term for a high-ranking Night's Watchman, who is the top thirty powerhouses of the Night's Watch, the Eighth-Level Sky Knight, codenamed "Hunter".
"Yes, at the end of the evacuation, he was hit by my 'Shadow Arrow', and he also shattered my defenses, if it weren't for the spell triggering, maybe I would have to find a way to transform into a lich." Fernando affirmed Roland's guess, and then said with anger that was hard to suppress, "We have to plan an operation to secretly strangle him, so that all the night watchmen, priests and knights who dare to pursue us will be afraid and stop working so hard!"
"Assassinating the ranked night watchman, this will provoke a backlash from the church, maybe there will be a legend to hunt us down soon, are you willing to give up the foundation here?" Roland didn't agree with Fernando's idea, the "Magicians' Union" he and others were to was very weak, and it was time to avoid attention and grow silently.
"Because of our weakness, we need to do something big to make the magicians understand that there is hope to follow us, anyway, there are traitors, most of the foundation of Perforth County will have to be passively abandoned, and our next goal is very clear, that is, to win over the nobles who are dissatisfied with the church and hide behind them." Fernando said as if he knew Roland's thoughts, his black hair hung down messily, and the previous battle with the "Hunter" was not easy.
Roland said hesitantly: "Let me think about it again, let's discuss this matter after we receive Douglas."
"Okay." Fernando replied briefly.
Looking at Fernando, who was silent, Roland seemed to see a humanoid storm.
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The sun, the clear sky, and the faint smell of the sea in the wind make Puerto Padre a charm that is different from other places.
Fernando and Roland dressed as merchants who came to pick up the goods, walking back and forth in the fixed area of the dock, out of the corner of their eyes to the place where the sailboat docked, according to the agreement between Garros and Douglas, this would be the meeting place, and the white gloves they wore and the dark red handkerchief in their jacket pockets were identification.
A classic-style sailboat slowly approached, and Fernando and Roland's eyes lit up at the same time, which was the boat Douglas was on, which was a day later than the scheduled time - the weather conditions in the Stormy Strait were bad, and it was very normal for the ship to be late, and the two were not surprised.
"Black-clawed dog!" Suddenly, Fernando's face changed slightly, and he saw several men covered in cloaks leading dozens of noble knights and attendants to the place where the ship was about to dock, their distinctive black gloves revealing their identity.
Roland's face was gloomy: "Is it a routine check-up, or is it specifically for Douglas?"
Since the fall of Antifore, more and more magicians have come to the Kingdom of Holm, and the church has begun to pay attention to the inspection of ships.
"How do I know!" Fernando roared in a low voice, "You have to look at the strength of the night watchman to judge."
At this time, a neatly dressed merchant walked in from outside the dock, and the two immediately stopped discussing and continued to pretend to be waiting for their goods.
"Good afternoon, gentlemen, have your goods arrived?" The businessman was tall, about thirty years old, with a tall nose, thick black hair, a full forehead, and facial features that could only be regarded as upright, not handsome, but those deep blue eyes gave him a unique temperament, a temperament that Fernando was quite familiar with.
Roland laughed and said: "Not yet, it is estimated that the sailboat carrying our goods was blocked by a storm, what about yours?"
He communicated enthusiastically like a real businessman.
"My goods have arrived, right in front of me." The businessman said with a smile, his tone was gentle, making people feel like a spring breeze.
"What?" Roland was stunned for a moment.
Fernando understood and whispered: "Douglas?"
Roland looked at the other party in astonishment, and then noticed that the young businessman was also wearing white gloves and had a dark red handkerchief in his chest pocket.
"Yes, you are friends of Garros?" The young businessman calmly admitted his identity and asked kindly, as if he was not afraid of the night watch on the opposite side, nor was he worried about an ambush nearby.
"Yes, you, why did you come in from outside?" Roland felt a little confused.
Douglas laughed: "I got off the ship early, came from the bottom of the sea, and waited for you at the port for a day."
His smile was slightly joking, and he seemed to have a childlike cleanliness that was untainted by the world.
No wonder he wasn't worried about encountering the night watchman and ambush, he was afraid that he had already carefully checked the surroundings before, and Roland suddenly realized.
"The goods are delayed, let's come back tomorrow, let's have a glass of wine and communicate." Fernando said in the language of a businessman, feeling a little disgusted with Douglas in front of him, because he was also a head taller than himself! And not as skinny as Roland!
While the watchmen were checking the sailboat, the three magicians left without attracting anyone's attention, and like the other merchants on the docks, they boarded a makeshift wagon and returned to the capital of Peforth County.
After changing several carriages in a row, the coachman became a member of the "Magicians' United Union", and at this time, Fernando and Roland officially introduced themselves.
"I am the president of the United Trade Union in Peforth County, Fernando Barista, you can just call me Fernando, I don't like my last name very much." Fernando curled his lips quietly.
"Fernando Barista?" Douglas repeated in a slightly raised tone, and then smiled, "The 'Dark Storm' at the 296th position of the purification sequence?"
Roland nodded in place of Fernando, indicating that it was him.
"If you can be included in the purification sequence when you first enter the advanced level, and after reaching the seventh ring, you will rise to the top three hundred, Fernando, your magic strength is probably much stronger than that of a normal high-level mage." Douglas smiled and admired.
During this period, most of the strength of the Magic Empire remained, there were many archmages and high-level magicians, and there were seven or eight hundred purification sequences.
Fernando hesitated: "Just mastered and improved some spells, and killed the cardinal, how can you compare to you, the archmage of the Nine Rings."
Without paying much attention to Fernando's unconscious tone, Douglas smiled and said calmly: "Me? I couldn't even line up the purification sequence."
"I've always wondered about this, you're a great mage, how could you not enter the purification sequence?" Roland learned of the purification sequence from the killed Night's Watch, but Derek Douglas' name was not on it.
Douglas laughed softly: "I have always been considered a strange guy in Antifleur, I will not have any magical future, I can become an archmage, it is by the accumulation of time, the teacher's legacy, the tempering in the Dawn War, the adventures I got by chance and my own little ideas, it is normal not to be taken seriously by the church, after all, the mages who have defected to the church will dispel their thoughts and tell them that that Douglas will never be able to become a legendary magician, and he will not have any ambitions. He will only ask his own questions and wait for death slowly, it is not worth wasting too much strength."
He made fun of himself, not at all annoyed by being looked down upon.
"Strange?" Roland and Fernando asked rhetorically at the same time, in the previous conversation, Douglas not only did not show anything strange, but also spoke humorously and had a kind attitude, which made people unconsciously listen to his words, as if he had a natural leadership temperament.
At the same time, Fernando's impression of Douglas has improved a lot, but he admits that he can become an archmage by accumulating time.
Douglas smiled: "Yes, I'm good at asking questions."
"What's so strange about this." Fernando was puzzled, and then continued to introduce himself.
Douglas interrupted him abruptly, "You should be good at elemental storm and lightning spells, right?"
"Of course, the Night's Watch is rarely mispronounced when it gets a nickname." Fernando nodded slightly.
Douglas fell silent and muttered, "Why can lightning kill...... How does lightning come about......"
Fernando and Roland looked at him in astonishment and blankness, isn't it natural that lightning can kill people? And asked why? What a weirdo......
(End of this chapter)