Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

The guard at the door was a young mage. After carefully checking the passes of Firmia and the others, he said, "Welcome to the Freemaid Mage Tower, Her Royal Highness Princess Firmia."

Firmia nodded slightly at him, and released mana to him, and a golden vortex suddenly appeared in front of several people.

"Please come in, Your Royal Highness." The mage said, "This vortex door can take you to the corresponding floor, and Chairman Hodemit is waiting for you there."

"Thank you, Master Mage." Firmia said, and then led Coslin and other knights through the vortex teleportation array calmly.

After a few breaths, Firmia and the others arrived inside the mage tower. With a bang, Coslin's heavy iron boots fell to the ground, and the loud noise shocked everyone.

"Who is it?" A blond young man who was reading a book raised his head and asked.

Firmia looked around. It was a very spacious hall. At this time, dozens of mages were busy. low-level spells.

"Second Princess, Her Royal Highness Firmia," Coslin said in a deep voice, "Today I have an appointment with Chairman Hodemith, and I am here to meet you."

Hearing this, there was a commotion in the hall, all the mages stopped what they were doing, and rushed to look at Firmia, all wanting to catch a glimpse of the rumored commoner princess.

Among these people, a few older mages had seen Firmia before, but most of them saw her for the first time, and they all admired in their hearts: Your Highness the Second Princess is so beautiful!

Among them was a young trainee mage who was practicing water polo, controlling a crystal clear water polo to float above his palm, but his attention was completely attracted by Firmia.

Snapped--!

The water polo fell straight onto the head of the mage sitting beside him. The other party's clothes were immediately soaked, and his long hair stuck to his face in embarrassment. He looked like a drowned rat.

"Glint!" the mage yelled angrily, "What did you do?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The trainee mage called Grint hurriedly apologized, rolled up his sleeves, and wiped his face indiscriminately.

"Hahaha—!" There were bursts of laughter in the hall.

Firmia suddenly found it funny, and covered half of her face with a folding fan, her water-green eyes curled up in laughter, the mages were like geese being strangled by their necks, the laughter stopped abruptly, and they were all fascinated by her.

"What's the noise? What happened?!"

When the old man's voice sounded, the hearts of all the mages thumped, and they immediately fell silent. An old man came out more and more, and immediately saw Firmia and the four knights.

"Good day, Your Royal Highness." The old man smiled, "I made you laugh, this group of ignorant students!"

"Good day, Master Hodemit." Firmia saluted the royal family, and said considerately: "It's okay, the mages are practicing hard, and they look very energetic."

Hodemit walked to the side of the hapless mage who was drenched, and raised his hand, the water droplets seeping into the clothes seemed to have life, like countless diamonds, rising slowly from his body, and recondensed into a ball of water.

Hodemit returned the water polo to the instigator, and scolded: "Next time you are so sloppy, see how I will deal with you."

"Master President, I'm sorry." The trainee mage was about to cry, and vowed: "Be careful next time, I promise that this kind of thing will not happen again."

The roar of laughter rang out again, and Hodemit sternly said: "What are you laughing at? Do what you should do! You, and you, you group of interns, if you fail the magic exam next month, you will all be punished." I'm going to fuck off!"

Several trainee sorcerers shrank their necks, hurriedly acted like birds and beasts, and continued to practice.

"His Royal Highness, let's chat in the reception room." Hodemit said to Firmia.

Firmia said hello and followed Hodemit into the reception room. Koslin closed the door and guarded the door with the other three knights.

Hodemit served two cups of black tea, and sat at the round table with Firmia. The black tea was steaming white, and looked extraordinarily warm in this cold winter. Firmia took a sip, and then held The bone china cup warmed his hands, and he was not in a hurry to speak.

After a while, Hodemit was a little impatient, and said firstly, "Your Highness, I don't know why you are here today?"

Firmia put down her cup, smiled brightly, and said warmly: "Master President, I think you should have heard about it. His Majesty the King learned that the Magic Association has recruited a new wood mage, who is also a viscount. The King admires him very much. I want him to enter the palace to serve the royal family."

Ever since the assassination incident, Hodemit had guessed that there would be such a day when the old King Ken turned to the Magic Association for help in order to live forever, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

For a long time, the Magic Association has been oppressed by the Church of Light. Although it has a place in the royal family, it has never been valued by the king. Therefore, sending the mage into the palace was originally Hodemit's plan, hoping to improve the status of the association.

Ever since Salinger became a full member, Hodmit took him in as an apprentice, taught him spells, and wanted him to quickly become a top mage. In addition, he had the energy of the life element wood, so he might not let him Since then, His Majesty has treated the Magic Association differently.

But before the plan was implemented, such a big incident happened to the Church of Light. Not only Red Thorpe was assassinated, but even several important clergy were not spared. The Illuminati Church has become an empty shell.

The sudden reversal made Hodemit change his mind, and he is not in a hurry to send people in now.

In the past, there was a strong competitor, and Hodmit had to take the initiative, but now the situation has changed drastically, and the Magic Association has become the only one for Scorpion Papa, so naturally he has to take Joe.

Otherwise, how can His Majesty the King reflect deeply on the unfair treatment he gave to the Magic Association?

Thinking of this, Hodemit smiled and said: "Your Highness, Viscount Salinger has just joined the association not long ago, and he is only a trainee mage, so he is not suitable to serve His Majesty now!"

Firmia heard the other party's refusal, and said: "It's okay, my father just wants the life element wood energy of the viscount to help him return to youth. It should not require any magic."

"This is even more difficult!" Hodmit said, "This requires Salinger to dedicate his own energy, which is very harmful to the body. My apprentice is definitely not willing."

"Can I meet with Viscount Salinger?" Firmia said, "I want to chat with him first and ask him what he thinks."

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness." Hodmit said, "Salinger is not in the Mage Tower at this time. If you want to see him, you can only make another appointment."

Hearing this, Firmia frowned slightly, and was thinking about what to do. At this time, the mini communication stone hanging on Hodemit's chest flashed purple light, and a communication request was sent in.

Hodemit didn't think much about it, he just connected, and a young man's voice came, saying excitedly: "The teacher is me, Salinger, I just successfully extracted the healing energy from the moonlight flower, where did you go? I can't find you in the tower, come back quickly and have a look."

Holdemit: "..."

Firmia: "..."

"Uh...um," Hodmit said with black lines all over his head, "I'm in the reception room of the practice hall, entertaining His Royal Highness the Second Princess."

"His Royal Highness Princess Firmia?" the man said in surprise, "She actually came to the Mutual Aid Mage Tower, that really makes the association flourish!"

"Hehe... yes." Hodemit said perfunctorily, "Let's do this first, I'll go find you later."

The other end said yes, then there was no sound, and the communication ended. Hodemit couldn't help rubbing the purple crystal on his chest, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he didn't know how to explain it for a while.

Firmia showed a smile on her face, and thoughtfully helped him out, saying, "The president must be too busy to forget that the viscount is in the tower today."

"Haha, yes, yes." Hodmit wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said awkwardly: "When people get old, their memory is not good, and they are old and confused, and they are old and confused!"

"How could it be?" Firmia said against her will, "The president looks like he's only a hundred years old, not old at all!"

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your compliment." Hodmit forced a smile.

"Since the viscount happened to be in the tower," Firmia said softly, but her tone was uncompromising, "then please trouble the president to arrange for us to meet."

Hodemit could no longer make up a reason to evade, so he had no choice but to agree, then got up and left the reception room, and went to find Salinger.

After a while, there was a knock on the door, and Firmia said, "Please come in."

The door of the reception room was slowly opened, and a young man walked in. He had an outstanding figure and a handsome appearance, especially those pair of deep lake-blue eyes. Extricate yourself.

Firmia was slightly taken aback. She didn't expect that the Viscount was not only good-looking, but also younger than she imagined. After all, in her perception, mages with such powerful energy should be over half a century old. is.

For some reason, she felt a familiar aura from the other party, gentle, tolerant, and energy like a galaxy, which had a magical similarity with herself.

But these are not innate, but from the great black-haired god, the Lord of Dreams.

"Is your Excellency Viscount Salinger?" Firmia stood up and bowed slightly.

Salinger was not surprised at all. Although the second princess was famous for her beauty, this was not the first time they met.

As early as a few years ago, during the celebration of Firmia, he had accompanied his father to the banquet, saw the little princess up close, and also witnessed the whole process of her being certified by the cardinal to have zero affinity for light on the spot.

Salinger still vaguely remembered that King Ken's face turned black when he heard the result, and the second princess was pale. Amidst the discussion among the crowd, she left the scene crying, which suddenly made the young Viscount feel bad for her. sympathy.

Just a cold data can make the princess who is loved by thousands lose everything. At that time, Salinger felt very regretful in his heart.

Although he and she had different experiences, they were similar in essence. They both came from noble families, lived under the shadow of their father's authority, and could not make decisions for themselves.

"Good day, Your Royal Highness, this is Salinger." Salinger saluted Firmia gentlemanly, closed the door gently, and walked to the table.

Firmia smiled and said, "My lord, please sit down."

Salinger sat next to the princess, picked up a new teacup, filled himself and Firmia with black tea, and said with a smile, "The teacher said that you want to see me, what orders does your highness have?"

Firmia knew that Hodemit must have told Salinger the whole story. The reason why the viscount asked this question was out of respect for noble etiquette, so she didn't start from the beginning, but just talked about Ken's The request was simply raised, and then waited for the other party's response.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Salinger said without hesitation: "Your Royal Highness, I think you also understand my own situation. I just joined the club not long ago. Apart from the energy of the life element wood, I am not yet proficient in many spells. I think I can't help the king. Your Majesty, I hope you can find another way so as not to delay your Majesty's condition."

Firmia held the exquisite bone china cup, slowly stroked the mouth of the cup with her slender hand, and said softly: "Master Viscount, to be honest, from my personal wish, I hope you can agree to the will of the king, Enter the palace immediately, so that you can help me complete a small task."

"Small task?" Salinger was puzzled, "Forgive me for not understanding, please speak frankly, Your Highness the Princess."

Firmia looked up, looked into Salinger's blue eyes, and said seriously: "The small task is... to cooperate with me to pull the father down from the high throne."

Salinger: "!!"

Seeing that Salinger was finally touched, Firmia said frankly: "I hope you enter the palace, first give the father energy to bring him back to his peak state, and then take back the energy so that he can be beaten back to his original form overnight !"

"Why do you do this?" Salinger was shocked.

Firmia said in a deep voice: "If a person can easily get what he desires most, and then be deprived of it, then his heart will completely collapse, and he will be even more greedy for everything he lost, so that whether it is physical or psychological, are easier to control.”

"Therefore, I would like to invite you to enter the palace, first appease the father, let him obtain the immortality he desires most, and let him relax his vigilance, continue to ignore the government, and even share some power with me. During this period, I will actively operate, When the time is right, you will cooperate with me to deprive him of his time."

"You want to force the palace and let the king abdicate?" Salinger quickly grasped the key point.

"Yes, Lord Viscount." Firmia admitted with a smile, "I like to deal with smart people the most, this will save a lot of energy, and we will have a better understanding with each other. How about it, Lord Viscount, would you like to stand in my team? come?"

Salinger was only briefly terrified, but quickly calmed down, and did not reply to Firmia, but asked: "Your Highness, I am puzzled by something. We should be meeting for the first time, so why did you tell me everything? Just trust me like this, aren't you afraid that I will tell others?"

Of course Firmia had thought about it, if Salinger didn't cooperate, then she would use the power of the mirror image to assassinate Salinger at an "appropriate" time in the next step, naturally there would be no risk.

Even though it is rumored that this viscount has powerful healing power, it will never exceed the healing power of the holy light, right?She can even kill someone with the power of the Holy Light like Red Thorpe, so what about a newly promoted wood mage?

Even if he can recover in an instant, as long as she and the mirror cooperate with each other and use the power of the mirror image, the other party can't escape.

Thinking of this, Firmia said with a smile: "Master Viscount, since I dare to speak, I am naturally not afraid of you telling the truth, because dead people can't speak."