Twenty Sided Dice

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With the good mood at dinner, Siegel continued to study spells in his study in the evening. Trying to unlock the secrets of legendary spells with the only information at hand. By the bright candlelight, he examined his spellbook over and over again, tirelessly dismantling the structure of the spell, finding the most hidden connections and structures in it, in order to grasp the essence of magic.

There are often scrolls and letters on the table in his study, so the windows are rarely opened during the day, and the servants here are also told not to come to the study without instructions, so the air in the room is a little stuffy. Siegel walked over to the window, opened the heavy lock, and the refreshing night breeze made him feel better.

Across the courtyard of the Star Fort, he could see that many rooms in the main fort were lit up, and it seemed that His Majesty the King had not rested. Evan has also been very busy recently. He complained a few days ago. He clearly called Siegel as a helper, but the workload did not drop at all. The recent succession of events, from the Orthodox Church, the doomsday prophecy to the situation in the New World, are challenges for the new king. Moreover, the contradictions between the Mages Association and the Federation, Lier and Siegel are enough for Evan to endure. They are all powerful forces, not just a few duchies can deal with. He's a king, which means more responsibility, burden, and pressure, which means he can't do whatever he wants, just like Siegel.

There is no doubt that the royal family of stars cannot get rid of the influence of the academy, and even many lords do not want to get rid of the academy at all. Having a consultant to help with the day-to-day chores can greatly reduce the stress of the job, and City consultants have always done a good job of this. Isn't that the case with Siegel himself? He needs to study magic, so he needs a small council to assist him. For the nobles of the Star Kingdom, the advisor of the Academy is a very handy tool. For a long time, it has never happened that the advisor betrayed the lord. Even the latest doomsday prophecy is not a lie, and if the news really came from the Citadel advisors, they did not cheat or betray.

However, the fact that the advisors of the Academy can act in unison does need to attract the attention of the royal family. They established communications at the lord level through carrier pigeons, ravens, and other means, even on orders given to them by the king. It is also necessary to use this channel to ensure the fastest arrival. Many city advisors are also experts in raising animals and masters in writing cipher texts. To a certain extent, they have mastered the exchange of intelligence, even more powerful than the intelligence chief Wiki.

If the situation in this regard cannot be reversed, can the king's orders be accurately and timely obtained by the lords. It's not what the king said. I don't know if Wiki has any thoughts and plans in this regard, maybe it's time to remind him.

Siegel suddenly discovered that the Academy had already taken root in the Starry Kingdom, and he was fighting against a deeply ingrained system. In this system, unless His Majesty Evan decides to do it all over again. Otherwise, with a new lord rising like a nouveau riche, it is impossible to make a complete change.

Of course, this sentence is not absolute. Goblin technology is the way to go, and their communication system is not at all inferior to the wizard's crystal ball scout. Even if they can't make hand-held communication equipment, their outdated telegraph system is better than pigeons or something. Thinking of this, Siegel immediately sat down and tried to recall the documents he had read. But after only a while, I felt dazed and yawned several times in a row.

It seems that thinking about legendary spells has taken up too much energy recently, and his mind is not without limits. The room had been replaced with fresh air, and Siegel closed the window with a finger. He stretched hard, regardless of whether Evan, who was across the courtyard, slept. He himself is going to rest.

His plan was interrupted by a light knock on the door, and the half-orc Hunk's voice came over: "My lord, someone met you, he put on makeup, but he refused to announce his name."

As soon as Siegel heard it, he knew the man Hunk knew. What is the use of ordinary make-up, orc nose can find out the truth. However, for professional spies, such as Wiki or Janet in the past, they naturally have a way to fool the sensitive sense of smell. It seems that this person does not have such skills, has he tried his best or deliberately concealed his strength?

"Let him in." Siegel waved and closed all the scrolls unfolded on the table. Books and letters are also automatically placed.

The visitor was well-built, with fresh mud standing on his boots, but the tattered look didn't look like it had just been made. He was draped in the thick, waterproof canvas that sergeants used to wear, with a few historic patches on the rough tan fabric. His face was covered by a hood. All the skins are hidden under the cloth.

"You look so desolate, Salk." Siegel scratched his face, and then said, "Do you work in the palace without pay? Do you have to go to the guards to earn money?"

"How did you see that?" Salk said in an eerily low tone. He quickly woke up and resumed his normal voice: "You are an archmage, you have your own means, I can only express admiration. But I feel. The guards at your door also recognize who I am. Could it be that I have the ability to disguise Is there such a big gap with Wiki?"

"Yes, Master Chief, you are not a professional after all." Siegel pointed to the seat and said, "Salk, I believe you are not here to discuss the issue of camouflage."

"Yes, Lord Marquis, I am your friend. We have to talk alone. I need your help."

"It seems that the matter is very urgent, and you have the interest to hold a masquerade party within your jurisdiction." Siegel nodded to Hunk and ordered: "You step back, don't let others approach." After the door closed and only the two of them were left in the room, Salk let out a long breath, walked to the wine cabinet, and opened the door with trembling hands.

Something frightened him, the trembling hands couldn't open the cork at all. "If you want something to drink, let me help you. Salk, you are still very safe here. Calm down first, so that you can have a good conversation."

"I'm so sorry, Lord Marquis, I made you laugh." The flesh at the corner of Salk's mouth twitched twice, and then said, "Please, any red wine is fine, sweet, not strong, my throat feels like a Smoke."

Siegel shook his fingers, and the invisible servant took over the job, delivering the drink to Salk. He gripped the glass hard and swallowed it, nearly choking on himself. Then the manager said: "Lord Marquis, I heard the news that someone wants to kill me."

"You?" Siegel was stunned for a moment: "You didn't go to the palace guard, but to me? How do you want me to help you and change you with a puff?"

"No, let me repeat, I was a little flustered and didn't make it clear." Salk wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then said, "Someone planned to assassinate, and the target was me. The other targets might include the king and you. , but one is protected by loyal guards, and the other is an archmage, so they will definitely not succeed. Only me, poor me, have no ability to protect myself. If there is such a thing, no one will care at that time. Get on me, and I'll die."

Assassination in the palace, such a mindless thing... Siegel shook his head and decided to listen to it first. "Where did you get the news, when are they planning to do it?"

"I was walking in the castle and overheard it," Salk replied. "It wasn't very real and clear, but I didn't lie about it. They said to make sure everything went according to plan, and I was It may interfere with the plan, so it must be eliminated. As for what plan they have, I don't know why I can interfere with the plan."

"Could it be to scare you on purpose?" Siegel was a little strange.

"Do you think so?" Salk showed surprise on his face, and then his eyes shook back and forth, looking a little panicked. He immediately stood up, put the cup on the table quickly, and said: "My lord, the Marquis, I only ask you one thing, please let me stay by your side, and if there is any problem, please make me disappear with a puff. Your life is in your hands!"

Siegel stared at him and nodded. Salk turned and left, but when he reached the door, his hand had already touched the doorknob, and he turned back again. "My lord, if I leave like this, won't you help me?"

"Maybe. You're the headmaster, how can you really stay by my side all the time?" Siegel shrugged: "I don't understand what you're doing at all. Yi Rong ran over in makeup and suddenly said that he was going to be assassinated. , Your Majesty may also be a target. Even in a way, they hate you more than His Majesty the King. I rarely rely on a word or two from others to decide anything, so I only visit me when you visit , and then in the event of an accident, if it is within my ability, I will not let the bad guys hurt you, but that's all."

"You are an honest person, I can hear it from your words, this is a rare quality, which is very rare in the capital." Salk let go of the door handle and walked back: "Lord Marquis, you don't It is suitable to stay in Wangcheng. If you have the opportunity, let's go~www.novelmt.com~ Siegel also thinks so, but there is no need to share this with Salk. "My ability to resist assassination is stronger than you, in this It should be that I am more suitable to stay here than you? "

"You haven't figured out who your country's enemy is, and who your opponent is." Salk said: "Of course I believe in your spell strength, whether it's a magic spaceship or a transcontinental long-lasting magic circle. The things that I can't understand but feel very miraculous are miracles. That's why I believe that you have the ability to survive the assassination and conspiracy again and again, but there is always a limit to human power, even you can't see or hear Something that can’t be reached, can’t be prevented. I’m very worried about you in this regard.”

Siegel frowned, why did the topic come to him again? What the **** is the head of the palace doing here, and how many mysteries are hidden in his words? That's why Siegel doesn't like being a military adviser, and why he attends imperial conferences. Obviously want to say something, but just use various metaphors, dark comparisons and historical allusions to communicate, just like using ciphertext for no reason.

"Stop playing the game, I can't understand it anymore." Siegel said: "If you have something to say, just say it, and if you want, just mention it. Guessing and guessing, you are the unlucky one in the end." (To be continued.)

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