Lord and Mage

As time went on, some things were finally on the agenda.

The young city lord has finally become no longer young. He is 28 years old this year, and it is time to choose a city lord wife.

Years have precipitated his temperament, and he has become more and more handsome.Because of such talent, appearance and ability, plus St. Derian's wealth, the girls who are willing to marry him can circle the kingdom three times in a row.

But the city lord rejected them all.

The kingdom sent all kinds of lobbyists, some with thousands of camels, some with elite guards, and some with tons of grain and farm equipment, all of which were owned by wealthy businessmen. Sincerity - if the city lord is willing, they have more dowry.

"Maybe I should consider adopting a son..."

"...This is impossible, my lord."

The city lord winked at his conscientious interior chief: "But if I don't love that girl, it's not fair to her."

"How could it be?" said the chief of the interior in doubt, "They are all the best ladies in the kingdom, with the best talents and looks. If you don't even love them, who else can you fall in love with?"

The mayor let out a long sigh.

"Maybe it's an angel I'm in love with?"

"You're joking again."

"Hmm...probably."

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The incident finally caught the king's attention.

The city lords want to protect their citizens downward, and upward to reassure the king. No qualified successor is not allowed.

The acting city lord was a very serious-looking person, his clothes were neat and tidy, every button was firmly in its proper place, and even his neck was tied tightly.

The city lord twisted his neck uncomfortably, and said, "I will trouble you while I am away."

The acting city lord pulled a stiff smile: "Okay. Please rush to the imperial capital as soon as possible, the king needs your explanation."

I hope my citizens will not be trained as soldiers by you, thought the Santo.

When he was packing his luggage, he heard a knock on the door. He thought it was the Chief of Internal Affairs, but it was Mr. Yin who came in.

"I heard you're getting married?"

There is nothing more frustrating than hearing this sentence from someone you like. The castellan slumped his shoulders and said with difficulty: "Yes."

"Oh……"

Mr. Yin's thoughtful appearance made the city owner feel a little hopeful—whether...

Could it be that Mr. Yin also likes himself a little bit?

They have gotten closer since that battle. Mr. Yin would come to his house from time to time and ask him to play that piece of music, and he would also talk about his previous travels. Views.

They will also get together to say bad things about a certain minister, for example, the Minister of Internal Affairs forgot to tie his bow tie again today.His spell can even tell which minister has been beaten by his wife again.

Mr. Yin has gradually become more and more real, and is no longer so illusory and unreachable, but the city lord has never dared to ask that question——

Mr. Silver, do you like me?

He didn't even dare to ask his name.

"That……"

"What's the matter?" the city lord asked cautiously, with some hopes in his eyes that he didn't even know.

"It's nothing, be careful on the road." Mr. Yin handed a wooden sign to the city lord, with some strange patterns drawn on it. "Take this with you. Crush it if you're in danger."

"Thank you."

Watching the back of Mr. Yin leaving, the city lord looked at the wooden sign with a wry smile.Extravagant hopes are extravagant hopes after all, and it is just his own fantasy from the beginning to the end.

Just keep the relationship like this.

He will marry a wife, fulfill the duties of every husband, respect her, care for her, treat her tenderly, and when he will give birth to a son or daughter in the future, he will sit with Mr. Yin and talk about the interesting things he has experienced in the past, Talking badly about a minister.

To meet Mr. Yin, he has exhausted all his luck in his life.

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From camel to carriage, all the way from north to south, twists and turns, and finally arrived at the imperial capital.

From a distance, you can see the towering spiers forming a forest, arranged in a patchwork manner, and the magnificent momentum is far beyond that of St. Delion.

The last time he saw such a scene was when he was just the city lord.

"Dear Lord Saint-Delian, please come this way."

The guards in red led the city lord forward, passing through the heavy iron gates, and the magnificent palace was overwhelming.

The city lord looked up at the high dome, it turned into a beast's mouth, and rushed towards him——

"City Lord?"

It turned out to be an illusion.But the palpitations still linger in the chest, making one's scalp numb.

The city lord shook his head and smiled at the guard: "It's nothing, please continue to lead the way."

Several officials walked by on the road, smiling and greeting the city lord, and the city lord returned their salutes one by one.

But the next moment the smile froze on his face.

"Mr. Gu Delun!" The city lord looked at the old man who should have died in the war in horror. He was still wearing the blue mage uniform, and the wrinkles on his face did not become more. He still looked serious. .

The old man was startled, turned his head and left in a hurry, the city lord wanted to catch up, but the iron gun stopped him.

"You are..."

At some point, heavily armed soldiers surrounded him, and even the guards leading the way disappeared.

In the blink of an eye, the city lord understood everything——

From the thousands of camels sent into the city to the elite soldiers, the so-called agricultural tools were just weapons in disguise. He was called into the imperial capital for more convenience. I am afraid that the serious and rigid acting city lord is a veritable commander!

All this is aimed at Mr. Yin!

And all of this started because of Mr. Gu Delun!

"Why - Mr. Gu Delun!"

The old man stopped walking, and he turned around slowly, with a sigh and helplessness on his face: "City Lord, you don't understand."

"You have no idea how dangerous that person is."

"As long as he wants, he can destroy a kingdom or even the whole world at any time!"

"Your father was wise, and though he didn't know the secret, he listened to me, and you—you unleashed the demon on day one."

The city lord's face became colder and colder, but finally he smiled.

"Since that's the case, you dare to deal with him with only a few thousand people? Aren't you afraid of being killed?"

The old man stopped talking and just looked at the Santo.

Until the sneer on the city lord's face gradually turned into anger, the old man shook his head: "Yes, I used you, but the city lord, don't blame me. This is all for the safety of the kingdom."

"Then I'm going to threaten Mr. Yin? It's ridiculous, Mr. Gu Lunde, you want to deal with a demon, but you use even more despicable means than a demon—who is the demon?"

"You are hopeless, Santo."

Heavy iron guns crushed the unwilling city lord, and locked him in the deep depths of the castle.

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The wooden sign in his hand was broken.

Mr. Yin raised his eyelids and said, "I'll go with you."

"You are a person who knows the current affairs." The rigid man in the costume of the city lord praised.

"Don't embarrass those city residents, they don't know what I did."

"That's natural."

This wasn't his first time in a prison van, and it probably won't be the last.Mr. Yin frowned, staring blankly at the gradually receding trees outside the window.

But it was the first time that he wasn't feared, feared, repelled, or hunted down by others—the Santo Derian's lord was a very interesting person.

Mr. Yin looked at his hands, they were thin and pale, with veins visible, and the nails were even slightly black. These were hands that had been in contact with chemical agents all year round.

But these hands could wipe out a kingdom in an instant if he wanted to.

He had slain dragons, elves were no match for him, orcs feared his power, but he never knew what he was.

He was born in a world of ice and snow, and he was born with powerful and unparalleled magic power. Even ordinary magic can kill people in his hands.

There are rumors about him circulating in the mainland, and everyone wants to kill him.They are afraid, they are jealous, they hate, they hate themselves to the bone.

On the way to escape, he met his first "friend".

He said that he would not hate his talent, nor be afraid that he would hurt him, and they had a very comfortable time.

He could even hear the tune—it was a beloved tune, the first time he had heard someone play it to him, and he wanted to give him everything.

As long as he wants, as long as he has.

If only the man could hide the fear in his eyes, he would rather deceive himself and have a "friend".

He wants fame, status, money, wealth, beauty, as long as he kills himself, he will have it all.

So he gave his friend the "fire" talent, which is the only ability in the world that can hurt him

He gave his "friend" a knife made of flame crystal, which was the only knife in the world that could hurt him.

……

Mr. Yin looked up at the sky, the thick clouds were leaden gray, and it was about to rain.

It seemed to be the same that day.

My dear friend stabbed the knife into his heart, and the sealer sealed him away, wandering in nothingness for eternity.

As long as you want, as long as I have.