my magic industry

Chapter 143 Conspiracy
In the afternoon, the Earl of Arnold, located on the north side of Feifa Town, in the large-scale Arnold Castle, a banquet was being prepared.

The guests who came in carriages from all over Helgana wore luxurious and decent silk aristocratic dresses, some of them had old-fashioned lace ruffles around their necks, and they entered the castle in an endless stream.

Then, in the wide banquet hall built by the Arnold family for hundreds of years, which can accommodate 500 people, and in the vast garden next to the Fefa Forest, people gathered and talked in twos and threes.

"Master, His Royal Highness Prince Fermod has arrived in town!"

In a wide room full of various bookshelves at the top of the castle, Earl Hurt was concentrating on looking at a stack of documents. In his hand were the various issues of the "Emperor Capital Xunbao" since its establishment, until Arnold The loyal butler of the family had brought him word that important figures of the Conservatives were about to arrive, and he put down the paperwork sombrely.

"Prepare a coat for me, I'm going down to meet His Royal Highness!"

"Yes, Master."

Earl Hutt got up and told the maid beside him, and waited until the maid brought his well-made woolen dress coat and put it on, Earl Hutt set off for the gate of the castle.

After going down the third floor, along the way, you can see many conservative members holding wine glasses and talking together. When they see Earl Hurt, they all salute respectfully. Although Earl Hurt is not in the mood to talk to them, But also return the gift one by one.

Although these small nobles with titles of jazz and baron are not worth mentioning alone, they constitute an important part of the power of the conservatives. It is with their support that the will of the conservatives can be carried out on the land of the empire. He can't be too negligent.

Hurrying to the gate of the castle, a luxurious carriage decorated with dragon and sun emblems came slowly from the stone road in Feifa Town. Many nobles in the garden recognized the owner of this carriage, and immediately contacted Earl Hutt. Welcome to the door together.

When the skilled coachman stopped the carriage, a young man with golden eyes came out from the carriage. His short flame-like hair was combed meticulously on his scalp, and his every move was full of enthusiasm like the most cultivated nobleman. Elegance and etiquette.

"Your Ann, Earl of Hurt, and your lords! Thank you for welcoming me here!"

Prince Fermod showed a gentle smile to the nobles who were loyal to him, and got off the tall and luxurious carriage along the solid wooden steps brought by his followers. Beside him was a figure wrapped in a black cloak.

"No, Your Royal Highness, this is what we should do!"

Earl Hutt bowed slightly to say hello to Fermod, and then said with his palm:

"His Royal Highness, please sit in the castle of the Arnold family for a while, the banquet is about to begin!"

"Okay, then I wish you all a good night today!"

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness, for your blessing!"

"The glory of His Royal Highness Prince Chengmu!"

In the ardent congratulatory speeches sent by the nobles, Prince Fermod followed Earl Hurt back to the study where Earl Hurt started from a quiet and secret road.

Although there is no fireplace, this huge study room maintains a suitable temperature, which is obviously inseparable from the influence of magic power.

"Earl Hurt, is our plan arranged?"

He led the mysterious cloaked man into Earl Hurt's study room, and Prince Fermod naturally sat down opposite Earl Hurt's desk without being greeted by Earl Hurt, and then asked impatiently.

"Viscount Delal and Viscount Fermango have already arranged the underground affairs, but to enter that place, the other side needs to work hard!"

Earl Hurt nodded and said.

"Don't worry! The Hand of the Dead has already made sufficient preparations. As long as they can get close to Wyrmrest, they will be able to break the protection of Wyrmrest and enter the interior of Wyrmrest Palace!"

When Prince Fermod heard Earl Hutt's affirmative answer, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said in a low voice:
"My father suffers from the curse every day, and it's time for him to be free!"

"But Your Royal Highness, will we really not be exposed by doing this?"

Earl Hutt scanned the cloaked man next to the First Prince Fermod vigilantly, and said with a slightly worried tone in his words.

"As long as we get what we want, the throne of the Sassen Empire will belong to you. Earl Hutt can rest easy. Hasn't Lord Andrek already signed an elemental oath with you?"

The man in the cloak seemed to see the uneasiness and vigilance in Earl Hutt's heart, and persuaded with an unrecognizable hoarse voice.

"Yes, Earl Hurt, as long as we can achieve our goal, so what if it is exposed? The major magic associations that are hostile to the Hand of the Dead all regard the orthodoxy of the empire as nothing, and all express their support for Dorothea That whore!
With that treasure, my dear father, even if it looks like he is going to die in the next second, he can actually live for another year or even several years slowly! "

When it came to forming associations with the Hand of the Dead and magic, Prince Fermod immediately lost the aristocratic demeanor he had just maintained, and vented his dissatisfaction angrily.

"Is that treasure really that powerful? It was only affected by the aftermath of the curse. Viscount Barney Greg, whose strength was close to that of the Golden Knight, was tortured to death by the curse two days ago. Prieter, who has almost endured most of the curse. Your Majesty can still live for two or three years?"

Earl Hurt frowned and asked in surprise.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie! Of course, Earl Hutt, after all, it is the treasure of a golden dragon. Even if it takes nearly a thousand years, it is not enough to completely wear down its power.

If its power is fully erupted, I believe it can be compared to the legendary forbidden curse!
Therefore, even with the help of the alchemist and using this treasure to resist the attack of the curse, I believe His Majesty Prieter can easily live for another three years. "

Seemingly looking down on Earl Hutt's innocence, the cloaked man laughed a few times and explained.

"That's right, Earl Hurt. My father held a court meeting at the beginning of the month. Although he looked weak, do you think he looks like he is about to die? If you want me to succeed quickly, you can only Abandon that treasure!"

Prince Fermod also affirmed what the man in the cloak said. If it weren't for being a prince, His Highness Fermod would often undergo mental tests by the Royal Magic Guard, and he also carries various treasures that resist the effect of confusion. Even Earl Hutt doubted whether he was controlled by the Hand of the Dead.

After all, the weird and changeable necromancers have no moral scruples.If it weren't for their destructive power, the magic world would not have started the war of hunting and killing necromancers throughout the empire 200 years ago in the United Church of the Holy Church.

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