I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

"Kill him, Knight Allen. He won't be manipulated."

Alan glanced at the Rose Duke who made the proposal angrily, and mentioned that Bennett was planning to leave the scene.

"Put Sera down first, and I can go with you."

Perhaps because he had lost hope, Bennett's voice was hoarse and tearful, and his gray eyes looked through his brown hair, empty, strange and lifeless.

Alan pulled out the long knife, and Sera collapsed to the ground like mud. She could finally see Bennett, but unfortunately she could only watch Bennett being taken away like a chicken.

Tears slowly fell with despair. She no longer had the ability to fight and she was about to die.

The three knights who followed Sera at the beginning came over and laid her down. The dust on her red hair expressed her unwillingness. She still couldn't swallow this. Even if living one more second would be painful, she still had to look at Bennett to the end.

Alan sighed and mentioned Bennett again.

"Where are you taking my apprentice?"

A voice like a crow's bad news sounded, and a pair of mummy-like hands tore a black crack. He was wearing a worn-out shirt and trousers, and a brown vest, just like the figure in the sunshine in the Mage Tower that year. He stepped out of the crack, his sunken eye sockets emitting a dark white light, his dry white hair swayed in the breeze, and his cracked lips moved slightly:

"Put him down. You don't want to anger a Scourge mage, kid."

There was nothing wrong with Mervyn calling Alan a kid, Alan was too young compared to these old monsters.

The knights of Razlan looked at Mervin, their eyes lit up, and the lord's eyes also flashed with excitement.

The look in the eyes of the Grand Duke of Rose turned from gloomy to calm. Sacrificing a divine knight would be a huge blow to any noble, but what he couldn't get, the king couldn't get either. At least the situation didn't deteriorate to the extreme.

Helen's expression has not changed from the beginning to now, it is not her turn to express her attitude.

"Save Sera, teacher. Save the red-haired girl, teacher."

Bennett finally waited for the last straw, but the mage had no ability to heal, because the miracle of magic is ultimately magic, and Sera's injuries were too severe, it was completely a blind call for help.

Bennett realized this as he finished speaking, his voice becoming quieter and quieter until it turned into a sobbing murmur.

"Please, anyone can come and save Sera."

The white light in Mervyn's eyes flowed, and the blue runes were temporarily placed on Sera's body. There was a crackling sound from her body, and the light dissipated. Sera's figure became thinner.

Alan glanced at Mervyn, whose cheeks were sunken, let go of Bennett, and turned to stand aside.

The gray in his eyes turned blue. Without having time to ask the teacher how he did it, Bennett rolled over to Sera and held up her face to confirm the situation.

Sera looked at the dark blue light in Bennett's eyes and held Bennett's hand with heartache.

Although Sera's eyes were full of tears, Bennett could still see his own reflection in them, and the two kissed each other passionately.

Mervyn noticed the gray eyes of his disciple just now, opened his mouth but felt it was inappropriate, so he gave up.

The lord glanced at the knight behind him, then turned his gaze to Grand Duke Rose and said coldly, "We need to talk later."

Grand Duke Rose smiled and said, "Sure, that's exactly what I meant."

The lord walked towards the earl of Cook Territory, looked at his pleading eyes, and without saying any more words, he swung his sword and cut off his head, then walked towards the other members of the Cook family.

Alan spoke up at this time: "Okay, Morgan."

The lord looked at Alan: "What do you mean."

"The king will not allow an earl to disappear in civil strife."

"Do you know how many people they killed?"

"They didn't kill him, they killed him from the plague."

The lord took off his helmet, and his look of astonishment turned into anger: "Are you kidding me?"

Allen had a blank expression on his face and said in a cold tone: "No matter how they died, they were infected by the plague."

The lord threw his helmet to the ground and shouted angrily: "That stupid pig wearing the crown has gone crazy for power. I tell you, let me let Cook and his group of devils go. This is impossible."

Alan straightened his collar, looked the lord in the eye and said, "How many have you killed?"

"what?"

"How many civilians did you kill?"

"I didn't actively kill civilians."

"What's the difference?"

The lord was speechless now, his face was livid. Alan's words were clear enough. If he did not agree to the conditions, Razlan would massacre those civilians. No one would listen to the reasons. They would pounce on him like hungry wolves and devour everything in Razlan with blood.

The gauntlet had been clenched to the point of breaking, with fragments piercing his palms and blood dripping from the cracks in his fists. He picked up the helmet on the ground, and blood flowed through the mask, as if the armor was shedding tears.

Of course, armor cannot shed tears, but the honor of the knights can. The knights of Razlan took off their helmets one after another. They came here with anger, and got such a result. The lord's golden hair had no luster anymore, and the white was so cold in the sun.

"Alan, where is your glory?"

Alan turned and left, his voice reaching everyone's ears: "My belief is to protect the rule of the lion."

The remaining members of the Cook family were trembling on the sidelines. The lord didn't care about them at all, and neither did the others. The war came to an end here. The Rose Territory lost a God-given knight and an earl who supported him. The king lost nothing and could win over more idiots who were only interested in eating, drinking and having fun. Razlan seemed to have lost nothing. The disunity of a single person's heart was more terrible than death.

In the final analysis, it was Grand Duke Rose who lost the most, but he watched it all with a smile on his face.

"Where is your army warehouse?" came the lord's low voice.

A timid man was pushed out by the Cook family: "I am in charge of the warehouse, I know where it is."

"Lead the way for them."

"Yes."

The knights followed the man and left.

Sera also wanted to get up and leave.

Mervyn spoke up: "Don't move around right now. The newly grown spine is still very fragile."

The two knights got a stretcher from somewhere, lifted Sera up, and left. Bennett and Mervyn followed them.

Everyone behind him left, and Grand Duke Rose approached the lord: "Please come in, Count Giant Wolf."

"Let's go, Grand Duke Rose"

The two came to a study. The lord picked up the red wine in the study, poured a glass for the Duke of Rose, and then poured a glass for himself.

The two of them tasted the wine in silence, and the lord spoke up: "Rose Territory's wine tastes good."

Grand Duke Rose narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's a pity that it's just banquet wine."

The lord glanced at the Rose Duke's eyes and said, "It's a good choice to taste it on a daily basis."

"Helen wants to learn magic from Bennett." Grand Duke Rose still hasn't given up on Bennett.

"I think Helen and my son Kenny are a good match." The lord did not answer the question directly.

Grand Duke Rose didn't understand what the lord meant, but it didn't matter, he believed in his daughter and she just needed a chance.

Touching his chin, Grand Duke Rose said, "How many years can Helen study in Razlan?"

"That depends on her ability."

Grand Duke Rose raised his glass, smiled brightly and said, "Cheers to our future."

The lord also raised his glass: "Cheers."