Chapter 676： lure
East, Bailu City.
The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
Pushing the old man in a wheelchair, the young maid strolled leisurely in the courtyard of Bailu Fort, enjoying the afternoon sun.
When the guards in the castle saw the old man, they all bowed and saluted, saying:
"Master Obers!"
Obers Saint-Pros, once also a prominent name.
It's just that no matter how powerful a knight or a noble aristocrat is, they can't stand the ravages of time.
Now that Obes is old, there are no more familiar faces in Bailu Fort, and even the Eastern Realm has become completely different from what he remembered.
If he was ten years younger, if he could stand up again, Obes would not say anything to watch the Saint Pros family degenerate to the current level.
The wheelchair walked through a long corridor and came to a courtyard.
A timid little boy is holding a short wooden sword and is training with a knight.
The little boy was only three or four years old, at a young and ignorant age. He was playing rather than practicing swordsmanship.
A short wooden sword was swung indiscriminately, but it beat the tall knight back again and again, which immediately made the little guy laugh with excitement.
Seeing her son Eckert cheering, the Marchioness Molly also smiled, but the next second, she noticed the arrival of Obes out of the corner of her eyes, and hurriedly stopped her son and brought him forward to greet him .
"Grandpa Obers!"
Obers greeted his grand-nephew with a kind smile on his face, but an uncontrollable disgust rose in his heart.
In his opinion, Eckert, the next duke candidate of the St. Pros family, actually worshipped an earl of the North as his teacher, which was simply a great shame.
And his mother, Mrs. Molly, was actually willing to become Colin's lover, oh right, and the Hall family from which she was born has now betrayed the Eastern Territory and became a vassal of the Northern Territory!
Orbes didn't have to think about it and knew that the East Territory would gradually become a substantial vassal of the North Territory, and there would be no independence at all.
Although full of resentment, Orbes can do nothing about it.
In fact, quite a few St. Pros family knights have come to him in private, hoping that this respected old man of the St. Pros family can stand up and take control of the situation at this critical moment, and not let the Eastern Realm fall further.
But every time, Obers pretended to be old and confused and sent them away.
It's not that Obers is unwilling to help the St. Pros family regain its glory, but that he is powerless now.
What's more, even if he stands up, what can he change?
The mutiny of the Hall family made the Furious River no longer a moat blocking the northern border, and that Colin Angele, I heard that he had just commanded the imperial coalition in the Loire Valley to defeat the orc army.
Orbes understood that the rise of this northerner was unstoppable, and the easterner was powerless to resist.
In this case, it is better to let Eckert be obedient, at least to protect the St. Pros family from being purged.
"Little guy, what are you practicing swords for?" Obes asked with a smile.
"In order to become a powerful knight, like the teacher, defeat all the invading enemies!"
Eckert's milky words stinged Obes' heart again. He didn't even want to maintain the smile on the surface. After a light snort, he let the maid behind him push the wheelchair away.
Eckert looked at the direction in which his grandfather was going away suspiciously, and asked:
"Mother, did I say something wrong?"
Mrs. Molly fondly touched her son's head and smiled:
"No, you're right. Grandpa Obers is just too tired."
The little guy snorted, and then he picked up the short wooden sword reluctantly, and practiced against his swordsmanship teacher again.
On the other hand, Obers no longer had the mood to hang out. After instructing the maid to send him back to the room, he closed the door and sulked alone.
It is said that the older people are, the more they like memories. In fact, it is because in memories, they will not be trapped in this aging body, and can find the original high-spirited self again.
Obes's eyes gradually became dazed, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the faces that were once familiar seemed to be in front of him, making Obes return to his youth again.
Just the next second, a face was frozen in front of him, causing Obers to frown.
"Damn Kurd, you haunted fellow!" Obeis couldn't help cursing, and he reached out and waved a few times, as if to dispel this hateful face.
"Marquis Obers, is this how you welcome old friends?"
The face in front of him suddenly spoke, which immediately frightened Obes.
He blinked and poked out his ears again, thinking he had auditory hallucinations, but the hateful smiling face in front of him could not go away.
Until then, Obers realized in disbelief that what was in front of him was not a hallucination, but a living old friend!
"You... are you really... Kurdish?"
"Of course. Lord Marquis."
"Impossible! Impossible!" Obeis shook his head sharply and shouted, "How can you be so young! It must be an illusion, an illusion, I should rest, rest..."
The Kurdish mage smiled and leaned forward, sending his entire face to Obers, saying:
"Is it a hallucination, feel it yourself."
Obersi gasped for a few short breaths, and after all, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand tremblingly.
But when he met the Kurdish mage, he immediately shrank back like an electric shock, repeating "impossible, impossible" in his mouth nervously.
"Why is it impossible?" The Kurdish mage stood up straight again, his face full of incomparable pride, "Didn't you think that the Paladins were invincible before? But wasn't one killed by one of my students?"
"Your student? You mean, Mr. Ho?" Seeing the Kurdish mage nodding, Obers realized something and immediately said, "Could it be that this is also your newly developed forbidden spell? Which city did you sacrifice to?"
The Kurdish mage shook his head and said:
"This is an experiment I started a long time ago, but there is no need to sacrifice the city, just a young and strong heart."
"Young and strong heart..." Obeis swallowed his saliva, his eyes flashed with unconcealed desire, but he said with disdain, "Then why are you looking for me? Are you showing off to me?"
The Kurdish mage smiled slightly, with an indescribable temptation in his words:
"Of course not. I've come to invite you."
"What invitation?"
"The world is getting more and more boring and degenerate now." The Kurdish mage opened his arms, as if making a public speech, "It's time for us old guys to get back on the stage of the game and drive away those Young and ignorant clowns!"
Obers only felt his heart pounding, but he still maintained the last trace of reason, and asked calmly:
"Don't fool me with this kind of nonsense, what are you trying to do?"
The corners of the Kurdish mage's mouth were upturned, and he said lightly:
"I want to re-establish a new order!"
After speaking, without waiting for Obers to ask again, he turned around and left a light sentence:
"Marquis Obers, think about it. This is a forbidden spell for rejuvenation, and my invitation is not aimed at you alone. I will give you a month, and it will not wait until it expires."
Seeing that the Kurdish Mage seemed to be really leaving, UU Reading Orbes could no longer keep his calm, and asked eagerly:
"Wait! What do you want me to do?"
The Kurdish mage turned his back with a smug smile on his face, and said without looking back:
"You have to show me your worth, otherwise how could such a precious forbidden spell be wasted on a useless person."
"I can control the Saint-Pros family if I want to..."
"Really? Then prove it to me."
"Okay! You wait!"
Obeis roared at the disappearing back of the Kurdish mage, and his excited appearance looked like an old man on the verge of death.
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The sun is just right, the breeze is not dry.
Pushing the old man in a wheelchair, the young maid strolled leisurely in the courtyard of Bailu Fort, enjoying the afternoon sun.
When the guards in the castle saw the old man, they all bowed and saluted, saying:
"Master Obers!"
Obers Saint-Pros, once also a prominent name.
It's just that no matter how powerful a knight or a noble aristocrat is, they can't stand the ravages of time.
Now that Obes is old, there are no more familiar faces in Bailu Fort, and even the Eastern Realm has become completely different from what he remembered.
If he was ten years younger, if he could stand up again, Obes would not say anything to watch the Saint Pros family degenerate to the current level.
The wheelchair walked through a long corridor and came to a courtyard.
A timid little boy is holding a short wooden sword and is training with a knight.
The little boy was only three or four years old, at a young and ignorant age. He was playing rather than practicing swordsmanship.
A short wooden sword was swung indiscriminately, but it beat the tall knight back again and again, which immediately made the little guy laugh with excitement.
Seeing her son Eckert cheering, the Marchioness Molly also smiled, but the next second, she noticed the arrival of Obes out of the corner of her eyes, and hurriedly stopped her son and brought him forward to greet him .
"Grandpa Obers!"
Obers greeted his grand-nephew with a kind smile on his face, but an uncontrollable disgust rose in his heart.
In his opinion, Eckert, the next duke candidate of the St. Pros family, actually worshipped an earl of the North as his teacher, which was simply a great shame.
And his mother, Mrs. Molly, was actually willing to become Colin's lover, oh right, and the Hall family from which she was born has now betrayed the Eastern Territory and became a vassal of the Northern Territory!
Orbes didn't have to think about it and knew that the East Territory would gradually become a substantial vassal of the North Territory, and there would be no independence at all.
Although full of resentment, Orbes can do nothing about it.
In fact, quite a few St. Pros family knights have come to him in private, hoping that this respected old man of the St. Pros family can stand up and take control of the situation at this critical moment, and not let the Eastern Realm fall further.
But every time, Obers pretended to be old and confused and sent them away.
It's not that Obers is unwilling to help the St. Pros family regain its glory, but that he is powerless now.
What's more, even if he stands up, what can he change?
The mutiny of the Hall family made the Furious River no longer a moat blocking the northern border, and that Colin Angele, I heard that he had just commanded the imperial coalition in the Loire Valley to defeat the orc army.
Orbes understood that the rise of this northerner was unstoppable, and the easterner was powerless to resist.
In this case, it is better to let Eckert be obedient, at least to protect the St. Pros family from being purged.
"Little guy, what are you practicing swords for?" Obes asked with a smile.
"In order to become a powerful knight, like the teacher, defeat all the invading enemies!"
Eckert's milky words stinged Obes' heart again. He didn't even want to maintain the smile on the surface. After a light snort, he let the maid behind him push the wheelchair away.
Eckert looked at the direction in which his grandfather was going away suspiciously, and asked:
"Mother, did I say something wrong?"
Mrs. Molly fondly touched her son's head and smiled:
"No, you're right. Grandpa Obers is just too tired."
The little guy snorted, and then he picked up the short wooden sword reluctantly, and practiced against his swordsmanship teacher again.
On the other hand, Obers no longer had the mood to hang out. After instructing the maid to send him back to the room, he closed the door and sulked alone.
It is said that the older people are, the more they like memories. In fact, it is because in memories, they will not be trapped in this aging body, and can find the original high-spirited self again.
Obes's eyes gradually became dazed, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the faces that were once familiar seemed to be in front of him, making Obes return to his youth again.
Just the next second, a face was frozen in front of him, causing Obers to frown.
"Damn Kurd, you haunted fellow!" Obeis couldn't help cursing, and he reached out and waved a few times, as if to dispel this hateful face.
"Marquis Obers, is this how you welcome old friends?"
The face in front of him suddenly spoke, which immediately frightened Obes.
He blinked and poked out his ears again, thinking he had auditory hallucinations, but the hateful smiling face in front of him could not go away.
Until then, Obers realized in disbelief that what was in front of him was not a hallucination, but a living old friend!
"You... are you really... Kurdish?"
"Of course. Lord Marquis."
"Impossible! Impossible!" Obeis shook his head sharply and shouted, "How can you be so young! It must be an illusion, an illusion, I should rest, rest..."
The Kurdish mage smiled and leaned forward, sending his entire face to Obers, saying:
"Is it a hallucination, feel it yourself."
Obersi gasped for a few short breaths, and after all, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand tremblingly.
But when he met the Kurdish mage, he immediately shrank back like an electric shock, repeating "impossible, impossible" in his mouth nervously.
"Why is it impossible?" The Kurdish mage stood up straight again, his face full of incomparable pride, "Didn't you think that the Paladins were invincible before? But wasn't one killed by one of my students?"
"Your student? You mean, Mr. Ho?" Seeing the Kurdish mage nodding, Obers realized something and immediately said, "Could it be that this is also your newly developed forbidden spell? Which city did you sacrifice to?"
The Kurdish mage shook his head and said:
"This is an experiment I started a long time ago, but there is no need to sacrifice the city, just a young and strong heart."
"Young and strong heart..." Obeis swallowed his saliva, his eyes flashed with unconcealed desire, but he said with disdain, "Then why are you looking for me? Are you showing off to me?"
The Kurdish mage smiled slightly, with an indescribable temptation in his words:
"Of course not. I've come to invite you."
"What invitation?"
"The world is getting more and more boring and degenerate now." The Kurdish mage opened his arms, as if making a public speech, "It's time for us old guys to get back on the stage of the game and drive away those Young and ignorant clowns!"
Obers only felt his heart pounding, but he still maintained the last trace of reason, and asked calmly:
"Don't fool me with this kind of nonsense, what are you trying to do?"
The corners of the Kurdish mage's mouth were upturned, and he said lightly:
"I want to re-establish a new order!"
After speaking, without waiting for Obers to ask again, he turned around and left a light sentence:
"Marquis Obers, think about it. This is a forbidden spell for rejuvenation, and my invitation is not aimed at you alone. I will give you a month, and it will not wait until it expires."
Seeing that the Kurdish Mage seemed to be really leaving, UU Reading Orbes could no longer keep his calm, and asked eagerly:
"Wait! What do you want me to do?"
The Kurdish mage turned his back with a smug smile on his face, and said without looking back:
"You have to show me your worth, otherwise how could such a precious forbidden spell be wasted on a useless person."
"I can control the Saint-Pros family if I want to..."
"Really? Then prove it to me."
"Okay! You wait!"
Obeis roared at the disappearing back of the Kurdish mage, and his excited appearance looked like an old man on the verge of death.
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