Night Raven Master

Chapter 525 Attack
The afternoon sun was still strong, and the light fell from the window on the desk, illuminating the pile of gold coins on the desk.

"Do you want to buy a Viscount title with this amount of gold coins? No, these things are not even enough to buy a bottle of black iron baptism potion."

Earl Sewall sneered, grabbed a gold coin, and flung it back.

Accompanied by the sharp cracking sound, the gold coin was embedded in the door frame.

"Hey, Your Excellency, this is not a good way to welcome you!"

A middle-aged man with a shrunken face opened the door, glanced at the gold coin embedded in the door, struggled to pull it a few times, and walked in after confirming that it could not be pulled out.

Looking at him, Earl Sewall couldn't help showing a smile:
"Long time no see, El Canfort, the potion you made is really good. Your potion made me. Now, who do you want to make?"

"No, no, the church and the nobles strictly control the raw materials, and I can't even find any materials to make the baptism potion. Hey, five years, I can't even make a bottle of black iron potion. My If a child wants to be promoted from trainee to black iron, he must submit an oath to the church or nobles."

The middle-aged man looked at Earl Sewall, with a sad smile on the corner of his mouth:
"I hope my death can bring him a bottle of black iron baptism potion. If you can be promoted to a higher level, I want to beg you to give him another bottle of copper baptism potion."

Seeing his miserable smile, Earl Sewall had a strange expression on his face:
"El Canfort, it seems that you haven't found a new helper today, and you want to completely solve the hidden danger?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man with a wretched face lowered his head:

"No, I never thought that I would be able to take revenge on a knight who is about to be promoted to Blue Silver."

Hearing his words, Earl Sewall paused and laughed:
"Very good, very good, El Canfort, others thought I had exhausted my potential, stagnated at the stage of the Copper Knight and could not go any further, but you are different."

His figure disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the middle-aged man. He lowered his head and brought his face closer to El Canfort with a smile on his face:

"What are you going to exchange for?"

With his unclear question, El Canfort took a deep breath:

"Everything I know, anything you want to know, I'll tell you, if you can—"

"A black iron baptism quota, right? El Canfort, you don't need to repeat it twice."

Earl Sewall turned around and tugged at his bow tie:
"No problem, and...you don't need to die."

These words made El Canfort suddenly raise his head: "What did you say!?"

"Surprised, El Canfort?"

Earl Sewall laughed: "20 years ago, why did I want to kill you?"

"Because of that woman? No, she's not that important, and she's just my experiment. I don't have any feelings for her."

Earl Sewall walked to the desk, turned the chair over, and looked at the man in front of him with a smile who was much older than 20 years ago:
"No, I admit, I do have feelings for her—"

"It's a pity for such a beautiful woman to die like this. Moreover, she has the potential to become a warlock. If she gives birth to a child, I can extract the potential from that child, and then I can become a warlock. "

Earl Sewall stated his ugly purpose without any concealment:

"The reason for chasing you is because you ruined my plan, and it is very important to me that you can create a baptism potion, even if it is just an imitation, which will allow me to obtain a large amount of money."

"I hunted you down because I wanted to obtain potion-making technology from you, and I was worried that you would promote me to Black Iron by using your baptism potion, not by not using any potion. genius."

"I need to maintain the title of genius, so that I can gain the support of old Sivore, successfully become his bodyguard, and then let Miss Sivore marry me."

Earl Sewall raised his right leg and stared at him:
"Now? You think I still need to hunt you down? No, making potions? Can I get more, higher status? I'm the Earl of Sevor now."

"You think too much of yourself, El Canfort."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said, "I can give you everything you need, but you need to do a few things for me."

"It's only been 20 years. As an apprentice and experimental product of a warlock, you haven't forgotten all the techniques, have you?"

On the other side, the hunters were carrying their prey, trying to return to Earl Fort Sevor just before sunset.

But, they failed, the sun has set.

But fortunately, they estimated that they could return to the Earl of Sewall soon after the dinner started.

After all, they are only [-] kilometers away from Fort Earl of Sewall.

Falk Sewall, looking at the group of young people gathered around him, seeing their ingratiating smiles, couldn't help feeling a sense of irony in his heart.

The other students around the Marquis of Andes all have distinguished status.

The descendants of several princes of the Droverte Kingdom, even the sixth princess and Prince No.17 of the Droverte Kingdom, are all apprentices of the Marquis of Andes.

And he, the son of the Earl of Sewall, didn't have any heights there at all.

He can be said to be the one with the lowest status.

Normally, he was the one who flattered and flattered others, but now, when he came back to this place, he saw the expressions he hated the most on others.

But at this moment, he suddenly turned his head and turned his gaze to the forest on the right.

rustling rustle...

The dense sound, in this team of dozens of horses, compared with the sound of the horseshoes landing, this small sound is difficult to distinguish.

But for several black iron knights in the team, these voices were like someone talking in a quiet room.

It is very clear and enough for them to discern the specific direction.

"There are enemies!" Behind Fokker Sevor, the black iron-level knight guards immediately notified the rest of the team.

When they heard the density of the voice, they showed a smile:
"Less than 100 people, the strength is not high."

Several black iron knights pulled the reins vigorously, and kicked the horses under their seats with their legs.

Herod! ! !
The painful war horse stepped on all fours, raising its speed to a higher level in a short period of time.

"Mr. Sevor, be careful." A black iron knight drew out his long sword and rushed over on his horse.

(End of this chapter)