Quick Travel: Bringing Revenge System to Flirt with Han

The man only glanced at him indifferently, "I just need you to obey."

"..."

Langdon's eyes flickered and his fists in his sleeves clenched. He had no choice now. At least the evil dragon was on his brother's side, which was much better than being controlled by the two bishops.

When he truly becomes the master of the magic tower, his brother will no longer have to perform such difficult tasks.

After thinking about it, Langdon nodded solemnly, "Okay, I will listen to you."

Xiu Jin stood up and raised his hand to see a contract book appear in his palm. He threw the contract book in front of Langdon.

“I’ll sign him if I think about it”

Oral promises cannot be trusted, and he wants to eliminate any possibility of betrayal.

The contract states that the dragon will fulfill his wish, but he must serve the dragon for twenty years.

This was a sure-profit deal, and Langdon thought it would last him a lifetime.

I didn’t expect it would only be twenty years…

He simply scanned the contract and signed his name with magic. Magic patterns appeared at the feet of both of them, indicating that the contract came into effect.

"I will kill those two black magicians. Whether you can master the magic tower depends on your own ability."

Xiu Jin turned around and walked towards the door. Langdon chased after him and asked anxiously, "When can I see my brother again?"

Xiu Jin's veins twitched. He hated it most when others thought about his wife, not even his children, so he glanced at Langdon with an unkind expression, "Wait until you are able."

After saying that, the evil dragon disappeared in front of his eyes. Langdon stood there and wrinkled his face in displeasure. He suddenly realized, why did his brother have anything to do with this evil dragon?

If the feet grow on his body, shouldn't he be able to see them whenever he wants?

Langdon was young and had a lot of trouble with him. After he figured it out, the clouds cleared and he returned to the inner room with a smile.

The two magic bishops are the most wanted persons of the Magician Association. They did not move around the capital after the failed assassination. This assassination was carefully prepared by them for a long time.

I didn't expect to be interrupted. It's a pity that the child of light almost died.

"It's really hard to kill anyone with a little bit of light," one of the bishops shook his head and sighed.

"No, I still want to sneak into the palace to make up for it. That damn Duke of Berg has been guarding the palace, so there is no chance."

Both of them looked angry when they mentioned Duke Berg, who was the one who forced the black magicians to hide in the Soul Forest, which is known as the place of death.

There is no black magician who does not hate Duke Berg.

"I heard that Cyrus successfully lurked beside the second prince. It's not like we don't have a second chance."

"Hmph, is it the prince who looks weak and incompetent?"

I saw him once from a distance when I was walking down the street. His blond hair and eyes made him look disgusting.

"No matter how capable he is, as long as he is useful to us, that brat Jeff applied for five hundred gold from the Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce, saying it would be used for the assassination plan."

"That idiot? Did you approve it?"

Another magic bishop nodded, "I heard from the contact that he gave the gold coin to Yimi Lei, presumably because Cyrus wanted to use it, so I thought it was lent to him, and he will get it back later."

The Silver Moon Chamber of Commerce is one of the main sources of the Magic Tower's economy, and it all relies on their careful calculation to become bigger and stronger. Throwing away even five gold coins, let alone five hundred gold coins, would hurt them.

In this era when black magicians are struggling, they have to spend more money than magicians to buy some magic potion materials.

Of course, you have to save what you need to spend.

The magic bishop recorded this account in a small book.

the other side

The emperor sat sickly in his chair, listening to the Minister of the Interior talking, and the more he listened, the more he got a headache.

When the political power was no longer in his hands, he was angry at Rong Mo all day long. He hated his son's mother for making him lose his health, and hated his son for depriving him of his rights as an emperor.

Now the government affairs were piled on the desk, and when he saw the densely packed words, he felt like his eyes were being pricked by needles.

Can't see it at all.

"Your Majesty, are you listening?"

The Minister of the Interior was holding a stack of documents in his hand. Huang Di rubbed his brain and said, "Let it go for now. Let's call the doctor."

"..."

Several ministers looked at each other. This was the third time they called a doctor.

The emperor was directly helped out of the office by the waiter, and the ministers finally understood that the emperor was simply taking a break and did not want to manage government affairs.

The Crown Prince was seriously injured and had not yet woken up. The Emperor said that he was ill and did not care about political affairs. The ministers shook their heads in succession. The Normandy Empire could only survive until now because of the Crown Prince.

They had no choice but to go to Duke Berg.

"Grand Duke... look at His Highness's body, when will he wake up?"

Duke Berg was sitting in the study drinking tea slowly, looking happy and not anxious at all.

He knew that Rong Mo was pretending to be ill, and he had long been unhappy with that dog emperor.

If it weren't for the glory of Rong Mo and the Berg family, he would have beheaded the emperor when his daughter died.

Duke Berg put down his tea cup, intertwined his fingers casually, leaned back, and his eyes fell on a few people, "What's wrong with you all looking so sad?"

He carries a gentle and mysterious personality that is unique to a magician. Regardless of his aristocratic status or social status, several people have always respected Duke Berg.

"Your Majesty, he is in weak health, and there is no one to handle these government affairs..."

Duke Berg sneered, "Then you can go to His Majesty's palace and read it to him."

"???"

It was hard to imagine that these were the words spoken by the Grand Duke, and the ministers were speechless for a moment.

"It's not like you didn't see His Highness being assassinated. Even if you wake up, you can't worry about it. As the emperor of the empire, your Majesty should be responsible for state affairs. As a father, you should also be considerate of His Highness. When you talk about government affairs, just let the palace doctor wait by."

Even the dog emperor's body, which is lazily chirping, will not die even if it takes more than ten years. How can he pretend to be critically ill?

If you have the guts to die, show him.

A few people were afraid that Duke Berg would misunderstand that he came to care about the Crown Prince because of state affairs, so they quickly explained with a smile, "We don't mean to force His Highness..."

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Duke Berg raising his hand. He didn't want to know what it meant. If it wasn't for the sake of the Crown Prince, he would have returned to his territory long ago and wouldn't have looked at that provocative picture in the royal capital. Bored face.

"I won't accompany you if you have nothing else to do. There are a lot of important things for the Magician Association."

After saying that, he stood up and left the study.

The few remaining interior ministers sighed. Nobles rarely interfered in government affairs. Under normal circumstances, they would not appear in the royal capital unless the capital was trampled to pieces by the enemy's cavalry.

This made it difficult for several ministers to survive in the cracks between the emperor and the crown prince.

Duke Berg stood on the balcony on the third floor, watching a few people leave, and gloated at the corners of his lips.

He would be happy if the emperor was unlucky. If it was the emperor who was assassinated, he would clap his hands below.

Unfortunately, he could not stay in the capital after the ceremony.

Duke Berg sighed softly, thinking of the tall man.

"I can feel more at ease with him here."

Although the man's origins were unknown, it made sense for him to be trusted by Rong Mo.

He had seen his skills, and they were indeed good, but his aura was not quite right. Every time he encountered someone, he had the urge to hit him with a magic wand.

Duke Berg guessed that this should be a friend Rong Mo met in the Magic Tower.

So he didn't go out of his way to check this person's origins.

Suddenly, the magic bird standing on the table opened its mouth and shouted: "President! Traces of an S-class black magician were found outside the city!"

S-class black magicians are on the wanted list. There are only a few on the list, and each one is a very dangerous person. How dare they appear in the royal capital?

Could it be related to the assassination of the crown prince?

Duke Berg's eyes narrowed slightly, he turned around, took off his magic robe and disappeared into the bedroom.

The magician who sent him the message was in a forest outside the city, and Widley was also there when he arrived.

Seeing Duke Berg, Widley immediately stood up and went over to greet him, "Teacher, is His Highness okay?"

The crown prince was injured and no one was allowed to visit him. Even his friend was blocked from the outside. He went to beg Duke Berg to let him see the crown prince. As a result, the teacher who was kind to him told him not to mess around for the first time.

Duke Berg glanced at him, then ignored him and came to the magician who was delivering the message. "Where is the magician you said?"

Widley, who was ignored, froze on the spot. The teacher was a friendly person. He spoke softly to everyone except the emperor, and taught him attentively.

He definitely didn't feel wrong, the Duke was distant from him.

What exactly is going on?

Widley licked his nails, puzzled.

"President, the magic wave we feel is around here." The magician held the detection crystal and pointed to the woods not far away.

After the crown prince was assassinated, the king was unable to enter or exit the city. Imperial knights and magicians from the Magician Association would come to patrol the city on time.

It was during the inspection that they felt the fluctuations of black magic, and the fluctuations directly touched the detection crystal. This is something that only pure black magic can touch.

They knew that they might be in big trouble and did not dare to act without authorization. After getting the news, they decisively informed Widley and Duke Berg.

Lord Berg looked in the direction of the magician's finger. There was indeed dark magic left here, very pure but not much, as if it was left behind after a short stay here.

Not right.

Duke Berg narrowed his eyes suspiciously. If he hadn't been seriously injured, his short stay would have left no trace at all. There were no signs of fighting nearby.

Duke Berg summoned his magic wand, and the shining eternal light captured the remaining aura of black magic, and then the aura of black magic in front of him turned into a black line.

It meanders deep into the woods.

"Let's follow"

The magicians followed quietly. As soon as they left, a figure appeared on the tree not far from them. Xiu Jin swept past Widley at the end of the team.

Killing intent flashed through his cold eyes.

"Is he the one pestering Rong Mo?"

Blackbird nodded weakly, and the owner who recovered his memory became jealous again, clearing all the relationships between the characters around Rong Mo.

Also divided into levels.

Imire and Widley both want to kill Nalan...

Fred observed in the waiting area, and Langdon remembered that the partnership exempted him from the death penalty, but he was also included in the list of people who could not meet with Rong Mo.

"Master, he probably has other identities." It means that Widley is not easy to kill.

"I didn't want to kill him." Xiu Jin retracted her gaze and jumped down, her clothes arcing in the air.