invisible crown

"...and it can't be changed."

"That's why you didn't become a mage," said my brother. "I remember you hated Marlowe, ever since your apprenticeship."

"It's not a nuisance," Orin frowned.

"He was a genius to be envied, and you get used to being surrounded by geniuses and judging their whims. For that kind of people, their whims are their destiny."

"That sounds exhausting," Olin said, hugging his brother's neck.

"It's so much fun."

"Work is not joyful."

"I asked you to open this tunnel, just to let you understand how to use your innate power. You are not a mage or craftsman in the traditional sense, and no one has ever tried this road. As for how to continue, you need to explore it yourself .”

"It's hard," Orin muttered.

"You broke through the mountains, my little miracle," my brother scratched his shoulders and back, "what else do you want, what else is so difficult for you..."

Orin flung his brother down—he had no strength, no spells—and rubbed happily, undoing the straps of armor that craftsmen are sometimes more familiar with than warriors.The older brother responded to his affection, lying down on his white fur.Orin was pleasing his brother in the fur, and the tunnel was no more affliction to him.

☆、Chapter 87

Moon Lake resumed the hustle and bustle of the apprenticeship period, and from time to time, demon nobles came to visit and sent piles of gifts.Olin thanked his relatives for their kindness, and returned the gifts one by one, feeling shaken in his heart.

The monarch announced to the outside world that Orin was injured by the experiment, and the suspicion among the nobles gradually disappeared, followed by gentle sympathy and pity.Immediately afterwards, Olin received the imperial edict, and the monarch ordered him to build a new palace in Rose Castle, and the construction started half a year later.The drawings were drawn before Olin's regency, as were the budgets and tenders.

Olin understood the monarch's intentions, but still had hope in his heart.As usual, he put his brother's handwriting in his desk.The messenger knight was his nephew Priscian. Besides the edict, the knight also brought Orin's favorite purple silk cloth.Olin accepted it with a wry smile, wondering how much the military pay for the fabric of this size.

Olin hosts his nephew to lunch and asks how he is doing.Except for the increase in age, the nephew has not changed much, and no change is the best.In the afternoon, he replied to the monarch while the knights were taking a nap.As the rain fell, the fishing village in the countryside flashed in his thoughts.

"Karas is willing to accompany me as a human being. I accept that human beings exist in this way. In this way, the safety of the country will not be compromised. I beg the mercy of the monarch and open the door to the Land of Roses for travelers from other places."

The knight took away the letter, wishing Olin a speedy recovery.

Olin burrowed into the shark and lay still in it.The illusion of being protected by the monarch and lover surged into his chest, and quickly dissipated.He opened the crumpled book and reread the familiar and unfamiliar words in it.

"This planet was lifeless for a while, without life and death, and without civilization. It was a dull place. Then it rained for millions of years, and during those millions of years, the rain never stopped. After the rain stopped, the planet With the ocean, there is life and death."

"Is that you?" Olin stroked the book, "'Root'."

He wanted to call the gods to ask what happened, but he couldn't talk about it.

This is what happened during Ade Eta's abdication.

Zuden's moonlight poured into the room, Orin twirled his wrist, and candles lit the room, depicting crows parading on the balcony.Olin picked up the memorial on the table, annotated the reply one by one, until the pain of the wound awakened his attention to himself.He waved his hand, and the crow took the written papers and left with flapping wings.Olin put on white fur, glanced at the unopened memorial, and stretched out his hand silently.

Compared with the royal palace of Rose Castle, Zuden's royal city is simpler and smaller.The Western Continent is only a quarter of the area of ​​the Southeast Continent.However, the style of this land is different, the products and resources are more abundant, and the borders with other continents are longer, which leads to many wars.Ade Eta developed a finer rule, which gave rise to tiring work.

Olin picked up the unfinished memorial, shook his head and put it down again.He is still in charge of the fragile demon industry, making decisions is not much easier than working on site.Thinking that the monarch was doing the same thing with him in the palace not far away, Olin still opened the memorial and began to read it patiently.There were foreseeable differences in some memorials, which he set aside for consultation with the sovereign.

A few flashes of thought flashed through Olin's mind, most of which were the figure of the monarch tossing and turning under him.What is the difference between hugging the monarch and hugging someone else?Olin himself couldn't tell.There is no fundamental difference between the life of Zuden and Rose Castle, even more busy and simple.If it weren't for this, I'm afraid it would have been hard to get through.

Thinking of the monarch's solid body, Olin couldn't help feeling up, and happily picked up the last book of memorials. The binding of this book was the same as the others. Olin turned the paper, and the magic power rolled out from between the pages.

The crow flew over impatiently, Olin tensed his whole body instantly, and cursed in his heart, before he could form an effective resistance, the spell had already formed.By the time he realized it, he was already in another library.Olin stabilized his figure, and there was a magic circle under him, and the powerful force delimited his range of action.

One job is done, now another.

"It's done, it's done!" The man's happy voice sounded behind him.

Orin turned around, and the summoner was not much better than him, with a thin body, dark circles around his eyes, and a rumpled robe.

"What's the matter, Mr. Stranger?"

Olin folded his arms. For some reason, the human in front of him didn't give him the slightest sense of crisis.Although he just summoned him here with an unknown spell, he was trapped in a small magic circle.

"I'm sorry to disturb your life," the summoner bowed, "My name is Karasculaflo, and I'm Dylan's historian."

Dylan is a kingdom that hunts demons.Olin raised his eyebrows, but there was still no fluctuation in his heart.

"I found a way to summon demons while reading ancient books, which is different from the conventional one," Karas explained, "Do you often get summoned?"

"it's not true."

"Really, you are so calm, I thought it was common to be summoned."

"Trouble is the norm."

"How may I address you?"

"up to you."

"Hey, let me explain the situation first. The usual summons need to rely on the demon's own objects, which may be body parts, scales, feathers, horns; it can also be the creation of the devil, such as weapons, books, etc. Please take a look , Do I have anything related to you, all my belongings are here."

Callas opened his arms, and the restraint of the magic circle was lifted.Olin rubbed his stiff arms and floated in the room.This is a storage library, and there are some superficially good things, but most of them are books, and the value of books is difficult to see at a glance.

"I didn't find it," Olin concluded.

"That's it, I succeeded. This spell is to call out demons through simple screening," Karas walked to Olin's side naturally, "sense, strength, insight, plus a little gentleness."

"Congratulations on your success," Olin yawned, "please take me home."

"You are very busy?"

"I have children to take care of."

"Have you no wife?"

"If yes, of course I would like to stay and chat with you. But my child has to eat goat's milk three times a night, and within half a candle, she will call me."

Karas chanted two spells, and a shallow magic circle appeared under the demon's feet.

"Are all human beings as unreasonable as you?" Orin's leather wings moved as if shrugging.

"Sorry, I have something I want to know." Callas raised his head and looked directly at the demon's sad face. "As a historian, I have always been curious about what the history of the demon looks like."

Olin frowned, put his right hand behind his back, and began to analyze the spell formation formation.

"A purely demonic story without a human hero," Callas added, his eyes illuminated by candlelight. "Maybe it doesn't fit human logic, but it's absolutely unprecedented."

"History is not my specialty," Olin said. "I'll bring you a historian next time if you need it."

"Dispatch the authority of the historian, are you a noble in the southeast continent?"

"I used to have a position."

"Then are you an official from the Southeast Continent?"

"'Official,' used to be."

A brief and intense paralysis climbed up along the right hand, and then disappeared quickly. This is not a spell that he can analyze, it must be left by some god.Olin clenched his teeth, and shook his hands nonchalantly, most of the paralysis disappeared, and the slight aftertaste reminded him of his current situation.

"I will know your name, dear prince or prince. Before that, please answer my question," Karas tied up his sleeves, "I don't want to treat you like a demon hunter and mess up the scene .”

Orin looked into the eyes that were shining brightly in the candlelight.

"If that's the case, I have the corresponding means," Callas picked up the pen and paper.

Olin slowly fell back to the ground. In his long life, he has seen many similar persistence.Losing a night's sleep is nothing compared to getting this nuisance dealt with quickly.

"The history of the ethnic group I belong to is not independent. My ethnic group was born later than human beings and intermingled with human beings. It does not have its own words and records, and its culture is all borrowed from human beings. Although the individual is stronger than human beings, it has no culture. Support, to a human being, should be no joy."

The historian wrote vigorously, his face full of disbelief.

"Don't rush to deny it. Think about it carefully. Would your ancestors have studied the civilization of eagles and elk? If they could speak human language."

"It's different," Callas shook his head. "For me, demons are a subspecies of humans. It's like a rare ethnic group with unique characteristics."

"Human fantasy is really... rich and colorful," Olin said with a wry smile as he crossed his hands and kneaded his stiff joints. "It's even more interesting than reality."

"What is a human being to you?"

"A distinctive . . . common people."

"I've seen a few demons who either couldn't respond because they had no reason, or only got one-sided feelings," Callas put away the pen and paper, "but you, you seem to have ended the problems that have plagued me in my life-I mean one of them. one."

"Enough." Olin curled his fingers, "Is the summoning spell one-way?"

"No, you can ask me for something in return."

"The mechanism of the summoning spell, so as not to see someone like you again," Olin said, "wasting my time for irrelevant things."

"Ah, of course." The official historian was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his thin face. "Although I was a little surprised, your request made me feel a feeling that I haven't seen for a long time. It's probably... joy, yes, joy. Please Come closer to me."

Callas waved his hand, the magic circle first faded and then disappeared.Olin squatted down and let Karas approach him. There was a smell of newly made books on the historian, which was incompatible with this ancient library.

"Spell is one of the ancient and unknowable technologies. Nowadays, people rarely innovate and just want to continue to use the old spells. For some reasons, I can't become a court mage. I can only study the old history here... read In study and study, there is more solitude than joy of discovery."

The corner of Orin's mouth twitched, and the human confession easily aroused his shriveled resonance.Olin never invented a strictly new spell in his life. The monarch once asked him to, but he didn't complete a single bit.Whether it's because of being busy or because of other unspeakable reasons.

As for joy, at that time, only embracing the monarch could make Orin feel a little joy.Apart from the closeness brought by blood, what he tasted was the relief of being forgiven.

"But I worry if it's too difficult to understand."

Callas stood before the demon, so that if either of them moved, they could touch the other's face.

"But it doesn't matter," Olin said, pulling a scale back.

☆、Chapter 88

After a brief explanation, Olin put away the scales, thankful that he still had room to record.He can only understand one-third of this spell.Karas is not a dumb person, but a secret in the art, which may only be revealed by Olin's first mentor.But this way has been cut off, and the monarch he served has abolished all gods in every continent.

"It's really complicated," Olin waved his hand, "I understand, send me back."

"You don't understand, how could you understand," Callas's ears turned red, "How can you understand what I have spent five years to understand?"

"In short, you and I have achieved our goal. This is the end of this matter, send me back," Olin raised his hand to cover his yawn, "It's time for my daughter to eat night milk."

"Come and do me a favor," Karas pointed to the bookshelf, "the top row, No. 15 scrolls from the left."

Olin followed his pointing direction, hooked his fingers, and a scroll that was almost decayed floated down and unfolded on the ground.

"It wasn't difficult at first, but it's a bit difficult now." Karas picked up the carbon strip and drew a few arrows on the ground near the scroll. "Help me draw these magic circles."

Olin glanced at the shape of the magic circle. He had never seen it before, and the shape was strange, so he couldn't remember it.Callas took the letter opener, pierced his wrist, and reached over.

"Very good." Olin took the historian's hand and dipped in the blood, "You are more generous than I thought."

"It could have been done in a flash."

"You've talked a little too much for a stranger today."

"I rarely have the opportunity to talk so much," Callas said, raising his arm with pain. "My thoughts are in books that no one reads."

"If you are willing to leave this world of nut shells, more people will listen to your opinions," Olin narrowed his eyes, and the spell slowly unfolded in front of them.

"For some reason, I cannot become a court mage, that is the exclusive position of the orthodox family."

"Are you an illegitimate child?"

"Bloodline, inherent trouble."

"Great achievements can make people forget their identity. It is not always true that they are forgotten. Most of them are temporary cover-ups. This identity will drill into your thoughts during the long sleepless nights."

"You are not like me, why do you have this experience?"

"Only speaking of status, my situation is not much better than that of an illegitimate child," Olin frowned, "I don't have enough blood, and I don't think you know how to hurt a person."

"I'm sure you're better at this than I am, please."

"If it wasn't for returning home, I wouldn't want to treat lonely human beings like this," Olin sighed, took the letter opener, opened the wound and stopped, "But, I think your body shouldn't be able to Support this technique. This technique needs to have... the root support."

"I am," Callas said.

"I don't know how much you know about this spell. According to my judgment, this is a spell that reverses the nature of space, rather than the cause and effect of giri, so it requires greater power. Using this spell with a human body, you will Killed," Orin stopped the spell and magic, "the ensuing diplomatic dispute is obvious."

"That's right, this spell is different from any god's spell you have ever learned. You are very knowledgeable, and you will definitely be able to help me complete it."

"Humans, I have lived for hundreds of years, learned countless spells and made some achievements. However, the mystery of this spell is still not something I can covet. The uncertainty in it is obvious, and I cannot accept such a risk," said Olin He lowered his hand and put away his magic power, "Please buy a boat ticket."

"You must have received extraordinary magic education, as well as rich practical experience and... the responsibility of management," Karas held Olin's hand, and the historian's hand was dry and thin, "But have you ever thought that a wealth of knowledge sometimes turns out to be the opposite? Will it be an obstacle to knowledge?"

"I need to go back as soon as possible and tell me where the nearest pier is."

The scribe watched him, his shining eyes condensed with a light beyond the flames.It wasn't fanatical ego, it was more like a joyful acknowledgment.Olin sensed the long-lost complex of emotions his mentor occasionally had, usually with incomprehensible regret.

This time is different.

"Your judgment, based on experience and professionalism, works well in ordinary situations. For a number of reasons, I call you here. This is accidental, unknowable territory. But trust me, I am willing and able to send You go back," Karas said softly, "I just want to... see you again."

"If I don't shoulder the responsibility of worrying, it's another situation." Olin hesitated, "You summoned me here with a spell. I admit your accomplishments, but I can't receive you like a scholar. If you Feel free to write me if you are happy to cut other investments. I would love to hear what you find, and maybe within my purview you can get a...better position, but I don't promise better pay."

Callas had a happy expression on his face, as if he should be when he learned the truth.If he hadn't stepped over the scales and kneaded Orin's palm, this expression would have convinced the two of them.

"Where is the address in the southeast continent?"

"I am currently living in Zuden in the West, please mark this on the envelope."

Olin waved his hand, and a counterclockwise fire ring appeared in the air. He flicked his fingers, and the fire ring burned on the ground, leaving red and black marks and the smell of scorched earth.

"Three years ago in 190, Queen Feliaia of Rose Castle attacked Tempertus, a small border country, intending to unify the southeast continent for the third time. According to a certain principle, the southeast continent will always belong to Queen Feliaia and her descendants , until the withering of the fate of the planet comes," Karas let go of his hand, and started pacing around the ring of fire in a clockwise trajectory.

Olin frowned. He hadn't used this symbol in a long time.Vague memories surged and fell in his mind, mixed in the long and unremarkable time.

"The queen made sufficient preparations before the war. I thought it was only a matter of time before the small border countries were conquered. The general in charge of the front line, Weibo, has followed the queen to unify the continent twice, and he knows the whole continent like the back of his hand," Karas stopped at Olin's front door. Opposite, "Unexpectedly, Tempertus has a general named Julian Van Dilin, he is a peerless strategist and tactician, and turned the tide of the battle."

Orin nodded, signaling Karas to continue.

"The war lasted for decades," said Callas, walking briskly across the remaining semicircle, "until the queen's young son returned from some unspeakable learning, with mysterious spells that no one had seen before. Fire fell from the sky, from The underground surged out, forming a counterclockwise closed loop, and the whole country of Tempertus was burned to ashes, and finally became an ordinary city on the map of the empire."

Orin yawned.

"After another 50 years, people in the southeastern continent have forgotten the taste of mythical wars and started a complex secular life," Karas turned around and returned along the same road, "The second monarch, Ed Eta, ordered the construction of the mainland road network to facilitate commerce..."

Olin snapped his fingers, and Karas froze in place, his hands folded and folded on his stomach, like a weathered statue.

"You," Olin pointed to the annoying historian, then pointed to the remnant of the magic circle that summoned him, "do business."

"Are you angry, Prince Olin?" Karas pursed his lips awkwardly, and moved closer.

Orin turned sideways, his arms and wings formed a small gap, just to escape the specious caress.

"Okay, offending a friend when we first met," Callas muttered, "please hold out your hand, I'm going to start."

Olin glanced at Callas with a half-smile, and raised his left hand.The historian took the demon's hand and rubbed it lightly as if he had found a treasure.Olin twitched the corner of his mouth, the magic power surged, and the magic circle illuminated the ancient library, opening the deep and mysterious portal.This spell has never been seen before, Orin gritted his sore teeth, and the new reality only added to the nothingness of the years.

"I kind of envy you," Callas said suddenly.

"what?"

"Live a long time and experience a variety of lives."

"It's not what you think."

Olin couldn't help feeling melancholy. One-third of his life was spent on construction sites in the wilderness, one-third in different study places, and one-third in the halls of the palace.

"You have a perfect family, an ideal family that doesn't look like an aristocrat. If humans had a family like yours, I'm afraid there would be no more disputes in the world."

"It's not what you think."

Orin looked into Karas's shining eyes and repeated what he had said.The historian has a deep understanding of history, but knows nothing about the political affairs in progress.

"If I had the chance, I'd like to know about your life, before you met me."

It didn't matter, Orin didn't remember it himself.He shook his head in a trance, not noticing that the historian stood on tiptoe and left a kiss on his chest.Not fatal, but wonderful.Orin floated into the portal, and he felt the gaze behind him, which made him feel hot all over, and he didn't dare to look back.

☆、Chapter 89

The autumn is not yet cold, the sun shines through the shade of the trees and casts scattered light spots.Ed Etta listened to his younger brother's statement in silence. As they walked, the sound of the stream got closer and closer.

"It's about the foundations of governance," concluded the younger brother.

"I don't agree," Ed Etta broke off a leaf. "This spell is difficult to master. If you don't understand it, no one in this country can understand it. Dylan's historian is very talented, and he only succeeds once in half his life."

"But it's dangerous, and if he calls—"

The younger brother didn't go on.

"Summoning and ordering are two different things. If he summons me, what means does he have to make me obey?"

"He didn't, no one can order you... But, you can't let this technique stay."

"how do you want to do it?"

Ed Eta popped the leaves, the edges of which were brightly tinted by the sun.He blew, and the leaves floated in his brother's direction.

"I sent spies to Dilan and handed over the scene to them," the younger brother grabbed the leaves, "Dylan's historian is very interested in the history of the ethnic group. If the spies are unsuccessful, I will lure him to the ancestors with the historical materials of the spell." Come on."

"Olin, let's straighten out this matter," Ed Etta put his arms around his younger brother's waist, "a genius mage summoned you in an unconventional way, and said something that annoyed you. This is the only one in nearly 300 years." Come on, this matter is an accident, just like it was an accident that Roselania saw me kissing you here."

"I take this seriously."

"Me too."

Ed Etta raised his hand, brushed across his brother's face, pinched his cheek lightly, and kissed his forehead.Every pore of the younger brother revealed a breath of tension.

"She didn't see it," Ed Etta smugly scratched the bridge of his brother's nose.

"Of course she didn't see it," the younger brother frowned.

"Even if this person wants to deal with our group, what should he do? Change his career to be a hunter, this trick will be useful." Ed Etta pointed to the bench by the stream, "Being a hunter is another matter. A loner can't be a hunter, modern hunters have to be in groups if they want to be successful. It's the same thing with officials or kings. If the situation continues to deteriorate, this person becomes another person. Ability, stable financial resources..."

Ed Etta stopped talking, his brother's tired face flicked out of the corner of his eye.

"That's impossible."

"We see people in the same way."

"However," the younger brother held his forehead, "the current situation cannot be let go for the time being."

"Tiredness interferes with your judgment. Let me think about it. Is there any way to make you feel at ease without wasting time and money." Ed Etta sat on the bench and patted his legs. "Come on."

The younger brother raised the corner of his mouth and leaned into his lap.Ed Etta hugged his younger brother, soothing his tense body.Unbeknownst to the waiting spies, it was once possible for them to sail across the ocean on secret official duties.

Two months later, Olin received his first letter from Dylan.The letter has a fine counterclockwise ring drawn in ink, and the flames on it are ready to burst.Olin finished reading the letter and asked his brother:

"If I fall in love with someone else, who else can accompany you?"

"That means there is one more, the three of us can sleep in one bed, lest he change his mind," the elder brother replied.

Orin chuckled under his breath.He put a scale in the parchment as a reply.

The other party did not reply, and one afternoon a few months later, Olin was awakened from a short nap, which was the closest he had experienced to a dream, and the calling voice sounded in his mind: "Prince of the Old Country. I Calling you now, if you answer my call, wake up from sleep, come to the other side of the sea, and meet me."

Orin opened his eyes, and the portal floated beside him.The surrounding atmosphere was friendly and gentle, and when Olin walked in, it was as natural as walking into the back garden of a royal palace.His heart was filled with the joy of reunion, and he didn't think about how the door was opened at all.

On the other side of the portal is a dilapidated hut.The hut is full of debris, making it difficult to get out.The historian greeted him unkempt.Orin would hardly have recognized him if it hadn't been for the look in those shining eyes.

"You," Callas held his hand, his voice choked up, "you are here..."

"What's wrong, what happened?"

Olin asked, but the historian didn't answer, just hugged his arms and sobbed, his emaciated body trembling.Olin couldn't help but put his arms around Karas, as if it was his birthright.

"What's got you so flustered?" Orin whispered.

The historian buried his face in Olin's hands.The cold and gentle touch slipped in his hands, and Olin gently raised his hands, stared at the historian's face, and kept wiping away his tears.

"I want to see you," Callas said.

"Here I am. Why aren't you in the library?"

The historian took out a book from his pocket, crumpled like his robe.He wiped his eyes and handed the brochure to Olin.The wizards of the past were so decadent, Olin sighed and asked, "What is this?"

"This is my whole life, the history I have seen, and my death."

Olin took the book, and the historian lowered his arms, revealing the blood on his chest.

"...The truth you have seen may not be understood by others, how could this be?"

"Because reality..."

Callas staggered and fell into Orin's arms.Orin hugged him unconsciously, examining the wound.The wound was on the abdomen, deep, and oozing the smell of viscera.

"What did you get hurt for?" Olin asked.

"I recorded the scandal of the nobles in this book, and I was hunted down by spies. When I escaped, I used spells, and the palace sent demon hunters. Although you have powerful mana, you can't deal with a team of demon hunters alone. It's not far from the seashore and port, please leave quickly."

Orin snapped his fingers, the bleeding stopped and the wound closed.The historian felt the change in his body, looked at himself, and then at the devil.Olin let go and let Karas fall to the ground.The historian leaned against his chest, barely standing wobbly.

"Leave quickly," Karas gently pushed the demon, "This matter is more or less ominous, don't waste useless magic power on me."

"If you died near me, it would be a diplomatic matter," Olin said. "Why did you choose to come here? Is there any relative here?"

"My friend lives in a city-state not far away. I came to see her. But I can't stay long. There is no other place to go. It can be said that I arrived here in a state of hesitation..."

"That is to say, you have no helpers. If there is a port nearby, I will find a way to take you to Zuden," Olin looked at the hut, "It will take thirty to fifty days for Dylan to go to Zuden. As long as I have enough strength Maintain the spell and you won't die, just suffer."

Callas smiled in disbelief and said softly, "Are you willing to do this for someone you don't know well?"

"It's another matter if you work for me," the devil smiled, "not only you, but also your descendants."

"Even if the result is predetermined, do you want to do it?"

"Except for my mentor, no one dares to say that the outcome of things is a given."

Olin turned into a human form, supported the historian to sit down, and looked out the window.

"How much do you know about this place when you come here?"

"I also... don't know very well," Callas stood up tremblingly, "Please come closer to me, so that your power can be more effective."

"It's nonsense, how can the effectiveness of this spell be affected by the distance of these two steps?"

"You should take a look..."

Karas reluctantly unbuttoned his robe, exposing the wound on his stomach.Orin turned away instinctively, somehow the wound reminded him of Marlowe, of the mistakes he had made with all geniuses.Until Karas stuck to him, the originally cold body became colder and colder.

Although in Olin's cognition, this matter is completely impossible.He quickly switched to a life-support technique, and Karas hugged his waist and pressed against his chest.At this time, there was a commotion outside the house, and the voice of the army was very familiar to Olin. From the sound of footsteps, it sounded like a mixed army of infantry and cavalry, at least a hundred of them.It doesn't take a lot of trouble to deal with a weak historian. The demon hunter must have known that Karas had summoned demons, so he sent such troops.

"Thank you for your tenderness, please leave quickly, don't suffer for it," Karas said softly, if the devil's ears were not sharp, this little prayer would have been drowned in the noise.

"Killing them all without leaving any traces does not constitute a diplomatic incident," Olin thought for a while, "then do that."

"Why do you have to do this?" Callas asked.

Not just for you.Orin closed his eyes, and started the investigative spell.There are twenty cavalry and eighty infantry outside. There are light weapons among the infantry, and the ballista is very likely.Olin frowned, even if his elder brother was here, he couldn't guarantee a decent escape, let alone with a wounded person.

The problem, though, is just decency.Olin snapped his fingers a few times and began to prepare for more complicated spells.There was still some distance between the witcher and the hut, and he had plenty of time.

"Don't do it," Karas said, holding Olin's hand. "Killing face to face will make you a different person. Think about the fire that burned Tempertus back then. Was that your intention?"

Olin stopped the operation, and long-term memories stirred in his mind.He didn't come to the battlefield in person. To him, the spell was probably no different from signing a handbook. It was indifferent, efficient, and could determine the fate of some invisible people.Orin couldn't remember what his mother and the general said, but he remembered their pale faces.Since then, his mother has forbidden him to use some spells, including the one he wants to use now.

"Oh, it's really too much force. Is there anything else you can do to get us out of danger?" Olin asked.

"I can't block the fate of death," Callas shook his head, "but I hope you don't become another person."

"I didn't understand what you meant." Olin stuck up the thin wall and cast defensive spells, "What kind of bad consequences will there be if they are killed? If things are done cleanly enough, there will be no."

"I have no doubts about your strength, but now is not the time, you are not ready, to be brutal for another."

Olin dropped his hands and said, "I once had a subordinate named Marlowe. I believe you have seen his name in the scrolls. He was as talented in engineering as you are in history. My brother believes that genius can accelerate civilization." He ordered us to complete the country he wanted. I agreed, and Marlowe had no choice. His ingenuity created one engineering miracle after another, making the Union of the Continents our country and the country Becoming my brother's empire. I only know how to please my brother, but I have forgotten the limits of human beings. Marlowe died at the age of 50, he was exhausted. Using stupid things to consume genius, I can't allow this to happen again."

"So you think so," Karas smiled, "not skilled enough, but full of warmth and compassion. So I can't watch you fall