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

"Bennett, are you okay?"

"It's okay, father. I'm fine. I'll be fine after resting for a while. But you, father, why are you wearing this armor?"

Kent showed a mouthful of big white teeth, his face was full of wrinkles, his white hair was flying, and combined with the iron can on his body, a strong sense of funnyness came over him.

"I was going to the front line back then, so I'm not looking down on anyone. You guys lead the way, and we old guys help the people in the back, isn't that good?"

Bennett smiled helplessly. Now he was lying in the carriage, and his treatment was completely different from the soldiers and civilians behind him. He didn't understand old Kent's psychology, but the most important thing was that the old man was happy, so let him be.

Sera went up to greet old Kent, reported the situation to Aimee, and sat outside the carriage.

The carriage passed the Wizard Tower, and Bennett lifted the curtain and looked up.

Mervyn said that everything here would be buried in the dust of history, including himself.

But Bennett knew he would not die.

I looked up, but there was no figure by the top floor window as I remembered.

"Stop, Sierra."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Bennett stood up slightly, thought about it, and then lay down again.

"Nothing, Sierra, let's go."

……

On the high tower, Mervyn sat on the top of the tower and sensed everything below. After seeing the convoy go away, he returned to the room full of petri dishes. Only one day had passed, and the place had changed drastically. Every corner of the room was covered with dense runes.

There was an operating table in the middle of the room, and lying on it was Mervyn's clone.

Mervyn activated the rune on the operating table, and blue magic power drilled out of the clone, turned into a chain, and drilled into the wizard's head.

"what……"

The pain of being cut into pieces with a knife is concentrated at one point, then doubled and concentrated on the head.

The mage was already twitching in pain, but he did not stop, and a blue Mervin was pulled out and attached to the clone.

The clone opened his eyes, and his blue gaze hit the mage, this was the human side of him, and now he had stripped it away.

"You can't do this, Mervyn, he's your disciple."

"I regret."

Mervyn stood up from the ground, his white eyes no longer had any emotions, only calmness and indifference.

The runes on the operating table lit up again, and the clone was gradually melted by the light of the runes.

"Do not……"

What wails is Mervyn’s humanity.

When the light faded, only a raven was left on the operating table.

"Go, go and complete my mission."

A pair of grey eyes looked out of the window. Under his gaze, a raven staggered and refused to obey. A blue rune flashed, and the raven lost its spirituality and flew towards the convoy in the distance.

"Show me how powerful that rune is, Bennett."

……

Lord's manor.

There were still people coming and going in the manor, but there were no more beautiful maids. Instead, there was a group of knights who were happily drinking the wine that they could not take away while maintaining their weapons.

They thought they had received only an ordinary rear-end blocking mission. Now the city was full of their traps, so this mission would be easy. Of course, the premise was that they were really facing a group of orcs without even armor.

So far, the only ones who know the actual situation are the lord, his wife, Bennett, and Aimee.

The lord was also drinking, watching these poor knights drinking.

The struggle for power has no impact on the superstructure.

If Kenny and Brent are obedient, Aimee will not do anything to them and will give them new opportunities in the future.

Of course, the lord doesn't think highly of Kenny and Brent.

These two short-sighted people will never achieve anything great, but they will become nourishment for Aimee and help her truly mature.

The knights gathered around the bonfire and began singing and dancing.

The lord looked at them from a distance and smiled knowingly.

……

In order to prevent the orcs from discovering their flaws, the knights lit the oil lamps in the house before sunset.

So, in Hannibal's eyes, the brightly lit city in the distance was no different from before.

He did not send troops to investigate. To be precise, there were only a few orcs here. Hannibal did not trust dragons and was even more wary of them than humans.

The dragons are coming tonight, and tomorrow is the anniversary of their death.

???

They went to bed early tonight. Is it some special holiday?

Hannibal looked at the territory gradually falling into darkness without thinking too much. After all, it was just a small earldom. Could they do anything weird?

The orcs' thinking is somewhat naive; they could never imagine that there would be a species that would give up its territory without resistance.

Orcs are generally brave. They have never won a war with humans, but they have never given up resistance.

I felt a warm sensation from the dragon tooth broadsword in my hand. What was coming was bound to come.

The hurricane blew up Hannibal's braided hair, bringing with it the stench of sulfur.

"Hannibal, your weakness always refreshes my cognition."

The overwhelming wings blocked the bright moonlight, and the hundred-meter-tall body pressed down like a mountain. The huge red beast eyes stared at the little guy below, and magical steam gushed out of its nostrils.

Hannibal ignored the dragon's humiliation and slowly raised the dragon-tooth broadsword in his hand.

"Hydra, you must obey Hannibal's orders during this time."

"I will follow your orders, great dragon king, ruler of all races."

"Leave the Scourge Mage here to Harald."

"can."

"Well, I wish you a happy cooperation."

The dragon tooth broadsword turned cold, and the dragon Harad snorted and said contemptuously: "You want to command me with a tooth? Don't think too much, ant."

"It's up to you."

The strong hurricane blew his hair again, and the receding dragon made the moon appear in his eyes again.

"Arrogant guy."

……

A meteor streaked across the night sky, and also streaked across the scars in people's hearts.

All the knights in the manor have fallen asleep, only the lord is still on the roof looking at the stars.

"How long has it been since you made a wish, Rod Stark?"

The silent wind blew up his gray hair, and the moonlight rolled onto his black armor. Next to him was his helmet, and there were some bloody tear marks on the visor of the helmet.

……

The dragon's figure completely disappeared from sight, and Hannibal felt so relaxed for the first time in decades.

Legend has it that children favored by the god of war will be blessed by falling stars. Hannibal looked at the falling tail flame and prayed to the god of war for the first time in a long time.

……

The raven circled around and came to the roof of Bennett's carriage, its aqua blue eyes full of helplessness. In this vast night sky, a meteor is really insignificant, but to the place where it falls, it is a devastating disaster.

……

In the wizard's tower, Mervyn's eyes were paler than the moonlight. He was waiting, waiting for tomorrow's prey to fall into his trap, like a meteor falling into the embrace of the horizon.