The skirmishes on the side of the road did not escalate further because of D 'Addario's timely intervention.
After the banquet, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves. Facing Reinhardt VII, the ruler of the strongest empire in the human world, Painter still showed the appropriate courtesy. He held a glass of wine and responded to the Duke princes of the empire, but his thoughts were already elsewhere.
Rob. Although he had been trying his best to drive this name out of his mind, it always haunted him.
Painter shook his head and tried his best to cheer himself up, only to find that a little princess of the royal family had appeared in front of him. The latter was standing there holding her diary, looking very timid. According to the princess who accompanied her, this was Reinhardt VII's most beloved princess, Princess Carmela. She had been autistic since she was a child and almost never communicated with anyone other than her parents and siblings. No one expected that this time, she would actually muster the courage to come in front of a distinguished guest.
Because of this, Painter's mood improved a lot. The face that was always arrogant also showed a trace of a smile for the first time. However, the next moment, Princess Carmela's words made his smile freeze on his face.
"You … You are the new patron saint of the human race, so you must be acquainted with the previous patron saint of the human race. Can you help me pass this diary to him?" the girl stammered with a red face.
Since she was a child, she had heard a lot of stories related to Rob from her brothers, especially her third brother. Of course, most of them were fabricated by Williams in order to prove that he had a strong relationship with a certain someone. In fact, at that time, Rob was still living a miserable life as a prisoner in the tower.
However, the speaker had no other intention, but the listener had other intentions.
There were very few other people in the girl's world. Other than her family, there was only the vague shadow of Rob. Under the continuous strengthening of Williams, this shadow gradually became the embodiment of justice in her heart. However, as she grew up little by little, some other things were entrusted to her.
Therefore, when the girl handed over the diary, her hands were trembling slightly, and her neck was red with embarrassment. However, she probably would not have thought that someone's expression was even more exaggerated than hers.
The moment Painter heard that detestable name, his face instantly darkened. If it weren't for the concubine beside him, who saw that the situation wasn't right and hurriedly pulled Princess Carmela back, Painter would have almost thought that this matter was orchestrated by Reinhardt the Seventh, who deliberately put him on the spot.
If it were anyone else, Painter would probably have the intention to kill them. However, it was an autistic little girl. At this moment, he didn't know whether to hit or scold her. Standing there, his expression changed several times, and he held his breath. Finally, with a cold snort, he turned around and left the banquet without saying a word. He didn't return to the residence that Reinhardt VII had arranged for the diplomatic mission. Instead, he walked out of the palace. The guards behind him wanted to follow and protect him, but they disappeared after a few steps.
With a sullen expression, Painter strode into a small tavern in the east of the city without a sign. When the maid at the door saw him, she immediately brought him to a private room on the second floor.
There, a sinister-looking male noble sat in the shadows, twirling the goblet in his hand. When he saw Painter slam the door and enter, he raised his head and said unhurriedly, "What's the matter, Your Holiness? Did someone make you angry again?"
Painter closed the door behind him, his expression cold. "We agreed that you would help me find that damned fellow, and I would deal with him. More than a year has passed, so why is there still no news? Is the Matthews family up to the task? "
The male noble from the Matthews family put down the goblet in his hand. "Don't let jealousy blind your eyes. Whether you like him or not, you have to admit that he's a very powerful opponent."
"He used to be." Painter emphasized. "Now, he's just a rat that hides from place to place. I'm the hope of the human race."
"No one doubts this. The Matthews family is willing to establish a long-term and stable cooperative relationship with Your Holiness …" The male noble from the Matthews family tapped his finger on his goblet. "But our common enemy …"
"He's your enemy, but not mine. He's just a stepping stone on my path forward." Painter raised his chin and said arrogantly, "As long as I defeat him, I won't be stupid enough to say that I'm his replacement anymore."
The male noble from the Matthews family shrugged. "It's a joyous thing to see that you maintain such high morale, but the Matthews family has never disappointed our allies."
The man pushed the bottles on the table to the side, took out a map, and spread it out.
"I know that many people have guessed that they've left the human world and went to the elves or dwarves to escape capture. But if you think about it carefully, you'll know that there are many loopholes in this theory. After all, he was once the patron saint of the human race. The dwarves and elves are more wary of him than they are welcoming. Moreover, in an environment full of foreign races, the two humans will be even more conspicuous. So, the best choice is still to stay in the human world."
The male noble from the Matthews family paused before continuing, "The family once collected a very magical functional magic device. It's a compass. As long as the name of the person being tracked is engraved on the back, the compass will point in his direction. Once the distance between the holder and him is less than ten miles, the compass will tremble, and the closer it is to the target, the more it trembles. Unfortunately, this magic device was destroyed in the underground city. In order to repair the magic device, the family sent people to Gudilesi with the broken pieces, and they found the best magic device repair master, Gagarin. In the end, they were attacked by an unknown force, and the whole team was wiped out. Now, it seems that Rob himself was the one who did it, but I don't know how he discovered it …"
Painter was not interested in the analysis process. He waved his hand impatiently. "Get to the point. Where is he now?"
The male noble smiled. "The item was destroyed by him, but fortunately, he's still here. Since Master Gagarin repaired that magic device, he naturally remembers its internal structure. However, that magic device is unique, and it's not easy to replicate it. After that, we hired some other magic device manufacturing experts, and it took us two years to barely make a reduced version. Now, we've successfully narrowed the location to this place. "
The man pointed to a place called Nyax on the map.
"The Northern Region?" Painter looked a little surprised.
"I can fully understand your surprise, but think about it carefully. Isn't the Northern Region the best choice? It's right under the nose of the Sacred Alliance, and it's also the girl's hometown. Normally, it's impossible for them to return there, but the most dangerous place is also the safest place," the male noble said. "When we were looking for them all over the world, no one would have thought that they would be quietly staying in the Northern Region. As long as we have another month, no, half a month, we'll be able to find them."
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