Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 66 The Poet Who Can't Escape
Although his mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, Pat, who was blocking the door, kept changing his posture flexibly, leaving the bard from the Church of the Storm no room to maneuver.

As for the windows… Even though he was badly betrayed by his own son, the defensive formation in the center of the castle was still controlled by Count Montes himself.

The main body of the castle, including the left and right wings, is now surrounded by a film of light.

No one dared to jump out of the window without the permission of Count Montes.

This is the Earl's Castle, the last defense of the entire North.

Including Pat, she only had the power to move freely inside the castle. If she jumped out directly like Madam Yagris, she would be seeking death.

Therefore, the only way for Allen Marshall to leave was to defeat Pat in front of him.

However, although he is good at playing with people's hearts, he is still a supporting type!
As for his true identity and true power, even if he died here, Allen Marshall would never dare to use it.

The Lord of Storms is indeed unable to pay attention to what the people in the church are doing due to various reasons, but that is because they are all covered in a disguise.

More than thirty years ago, no one knew what had happened, but the Storm Lord, who had always been indifferent to the mundane world, became furious and even deprived dozens of powerful high priests of their divine power!

The Storm Church, which had once been able to compete with the King of the North, was completely ruined from that time on.

Although the Lord of Storms still did not care about the matter, he added a layer of shackles to all his clergy... Anyone who used the magic he bestowed for evil would be directly deprived of all his gifts.

Obviously, they were thinking about the great Lord, hoping that He could once again look down on the world from His sovereign position. However, the Lord was not willing to see their efforts!

But it doesn’t matter, even if it requires twice the effort, they will still stick with it.

The only problem now is how should he deal with this knight who is said to have fought for more than ten years?
Their levels are similar, but he can't use his strongest skills. It's really troublesome!
Alan Marshall pondered for a moment, and tentatively sent out his most powerful enchanting sound... Cross-professional spellcasting is not an easy thing to do in this world, but Storm's followers can easily learn to use sound with the help of the wind.

He might not be able to blend into the music like a real bard, but Allen Marshall could still learn some of the more common skills.

For example, a hypnotic pattern that can make the enemy relax their vigilance.

Pat didn't react at all.

Sometimes, she didn't know why the Lord of the Tower liked her so much and often whispered in her ears.

But Pat still knew a little bit about what he and the Lord of the Tower had in common: they really didn't like music with vocals.

Especially the singing of bards.

She didn't feel annoyed and noisy because she heard the Storm Lord's war song. She hated it if it was just pure music or someone was singing.

The Lord of the Tower seemed to be the same. He could tolerate any ordinary sound from an instrument, but would become very annoyed if someone joined in singing.

Whenever he heard Lowry's harp, he thought it was still acceptable... Although Lowry's musical talent was indeed very good, how much better could a beginner be?

At the very least he had to practice the same piece of music over and over again.

Pat felt much the same, but she still couldn't understand why a god would act this way.

Of course, such a minor problem is not without benefits.

Pat always ignored the distractions created by the bard's music.

This kind of music spell is based on the turbulence of the soul level, and it is not that you will not be affected if you don't understand the music. Even if the bard is strong enough, even the deaf cannot be immune to their attacks.

Therefore, Pat still knew that his attribute was a bit special.

She even suspected that the Lord of the Tower had always been nice to her just because of her congenital defect.

The bard was really at a loss as the strongest harassment spell had no effect at all.

If he couldn't even handle Pat, then let alone Mrs. Yagris, who was seduced away by someone unknown and might appear again at any time.

Alan Marshall painfully took out the spell scroll he had bought at a high price, tore it open with a grim face, and threw it directly to the door.

Several flame shock waves rushed towards Pat from above, below, left and right.

Although the female knight was fast enough, two shock waves still hit her one after another.

Although this spell scroll releases a fourth-level spell, it was obviously sealed by a wizard of a higher level.

Not only is it faster and more damaging, but there is actually some coordination between the spells.

Otherwise, Pat wouldn't have been hit by two consecutive shockwaves... She didn't expect that the spell she thought was the weakest would actually send her towards another stronger shockwave.

This kind of special spell scroll is basically made by 10th-level magicians for students who do not have enough mental power. Even if it is circulated outside, the price is comparable to that of a five-ring spell scroll, or even a little higher.

Of course, the reason why I can think so much is because Pat is unharmed.

It was just a little embarrassing.

After all, she was really knocked against the wall and rolled a few times.

“How… is it possible?” The bard’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “You… you are definitely not level 10!”

Pat tilted his head and said, "I seem to have always told others that I am level 8?
You, the Storm Church, do have many spies, even in the King’s Army.

Well, there are only so many people who know about my story. If I count them one by one, I will definitely find that person.

However, I am indeed level 10... it's just that it's not quite what you think."

Pat squinted his eyes and smiled, brushing off the dust on his body nonchalantly: "So, now, you'd better choose to tell the truth."

Alan Marshall hesitated and took a few steps back, leaning his body against the wall and moving closer to the window… Although the magic circle outside the window was very ferocious, if it was absolutely necessary, he could give it a try even at the risk of serious injury.

Then he suddenly sat up straight, looked back at the wall in surprise, and even touched it a few times.

"You, you, you! It's Gaota!" He stuttered a few times before he could make his words clear, "How is it possible? Haven't you been in the army for more than ten years?
You replaced Pat... No, no, no, Madam Yagris is level 12, you are not that capable!

How can it be? "

He was really scared this time.

Madam Yagris's cronies might not care about their Storm Church's covert attack on the Montes family, but the Tower Church would never let a Storm Priest go.

(End of this chapter)