"Oh no, Shitah and Mr. Carglise are still inside!" Thinking of this, Haruze ignored the abrasions on his face and arms, got up and rushed to the Count's mansion, but Mikaya stretched out her foot and tripped him, and he fell face first.
"What are you doing!?" Haruze looked at Mikaya's prank angrily.
"Their target is you, do you really want to go back?"
"Them?"
"Yes." Mikaya raised her chin in the direction of the Count's mansion, which was ablaze. Haruze looked back and saw several nobles dressed as guests rushing out of the smoke, but there was no panic on their faces. Instead, they were calm and almost indifferent.
More importantly, they had a mysterious tattoo on their cheeks, and their eyes were a strange silver in the dark environment.
Haruze almost screamed when he saw those inhuman eyes. He subconsciously reached for his sword, but he touched nothing. Only then did he remember that he had left his weapon in the room.
Haruze groaned inwardly, but when he saw those people rushing towards him, he quickly turned his head and desperately winked at Mikaya, motioning her to go first.
But Mikaya was unmoved. She watched as those people came closer, but they stopped and swept their eyes over Haruze.
"Strange, where is he? Did I see him coming this way?"
Another person was silent. He raised his hand and a silver ripple swept in this direction. He frowned. "The breath of dark magic is so strong. Was he rescued by the witches?"
"Can you track them in the direction of the magic flow?"
"Do you want to go to Bunosson and fight the witches? Come on, let's go back. The little prince can't go far. Let's go intercept the baby girl first. "
Those people stood right in front of his nose and spoke. Haruze felt his heart almost stop, but he didn't even dare to breathe.
After waiting for them to turn and leave, he was sweating profusely as if he had been fished out of the water. He gasped and said, "They are Buga! Why are they here!? "
"To catch you, of course, the future king of Erouine."
Haruze looked at the girl in surprise. "Who are you?"
"Obviously, a witch. Didn't you hear it just now?"
"But how old are you?"
"Some people were already kings when they were my age."
"I'm not the king yet."
Mikaya only wrinkled his nose.
Haruz stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and said, "Thank you for saving me, Mikaya, but I still have to go back."
"You'll only be courting death if you go back."
"Even if that's the case, I still have to go back. Besides, if their target is me, it's not necessarily safe outside. I have to warn Mr. Eke."
"I really have to hand it to you. Okay, I'll go with you." Mikaya also patted the dust off her skirt with her small hand, stood up and replied.
"Miss Mikaya." Haruze was stunned. "You don't have to take the risk with me …"
"Don't try to show off. Erouine, the future king, are you going to refuse my help?" The little girl rolled her eyes at him. Haruze was speechless. The little girl waved her hand at him.
"Come, this way."
Her figure disappeared into the side alley like a kitten. Haruz hesitated for a moment before following.
The banquet hall was a mess. A moment ago, the scene of bright lights and laughter had been replaced by a scene of panic.
Thick smoke billowed in the courtyard, and flames soared everywhere. The long table was overturned by the panicked crowd. The snow-white tablecloth was trampled on by countless footprints. Broken cups and plates were scattered on the ground, and fruits were rolling everywhere. Bright red wine overflowed on the stone floor and flowed across the ground, mixing with the scarlet blood.
There were wounded everywhere. Screams and painful groans rose and fell one after another. The panicked crowd was scrambling to rush out of the courtyard. From time to time, delicate ladies were knocked to the ground, but no one cared. Some people were scalded by the smoke, covering their eyes and rolling around on the ground. Some people were calling for their families and loved ones. Cries and shouts could be heard everywhere.
The violent explosion caused a corner of the count's mansion to completely collapse. Eke pushed with his hand, and the rubble that fell on him slid away. His face looked full of blood, but in fact, it was only a superficial wound in the explosion.
He glanced at his wife. Yura was hugging their daughter. Her face was pale as she leaned against him tightly. Thankfully, she was safe. The young duke breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at the miserable scene in the courtyard with a gloomy face.
The late court archmage Fleetwood was his teacher. Although he was only a Knight, he had a deep understanding of magic. He could tell that it was not an explosion at all, but a premeditated magic attack.
Eke saw his captain of the guards running over from afar with a team of Lantonilan Knight. Seeing that his master was safe, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He said anxiously, "Sir, it's not safe here. Please move to a safer place with Madam and Miss immediately."
"Where are our soldiers?!" Eke asked angrily. "How could so many people with bad intentions sneak into Bernicel and even enter my daughter's banquet?!"
"Sir, now is not the time to talk about this." The guard captain replied, "The patrolling cavalrymen have not responded yet. Sir Chanos might have been killed. Those people were disguised as guests at the banquet. Every one of them had proof of identity."
"This must be a despicable scheme!" Eke replied with gritted teeth. He patted his captain's shoulder and said, "Hold on here for a while, my captain. As the lord of this place, I must stay. But before that, I must protect my wife and child."
"As you wish, my lord." The captain of the guards bowed to him.
"Yura, this way." Eke turned back to look at the burning courtyard one last time before leaving with his beloved wife. The captain watched the duke's figure disappear completely before he turned back and ordered the Knight, "Guard this passage. Before the duke returns, no one is allowed to leave without permission."
"Understood!"
Shitah was hiding behind a low fence at the moment. He saw the Knight spread out and set up a defense with his own eyes. The moment the explosion happened, he reacted and dived into the bushes.
He was extremely timid, and now he was scared out of his wits. He trembled and did not dare to show his head at all. Although he knew that his most important duty now was to protect the safety of the little prince, he was in a dilemma, hesitating whether to take the risk.
He felt that the Knight in front of him might be able to help him, but who knew what they would think? They might even kill him. Shitah felt that he could not even protect himself. His teeth chattered as if he had completely lost the ability to keep calm.
Just as he was hesitating, a few noble guests suddenly rushed out of the thick smoke and headed straight for the earl's mansion.
The Knight saw this and immediately shouted at these people to stop immediately.
However, not only did the intruders ignore him, they even sped up.
The captain of Duke Anthony's guards was the first to feel that something was wrong and instinctively pulled out his longsword. One of the noble guests suddenly stopped and tore off his coat. He raised his hand and pointed at the captain of the guards. The captain of the guards immediately screamed and flew into the air, falling into the sea of fire behind him.
The Knight seemed to have woken up from a dream and pounced on the intruders. However, the intruders each took out a cane from under their coat and tapped it with their hands. Silver beams of light suddenly flashed in the courtyard. The thick armor of the Anthony Knight seemed to be as thin as paper under these silver beams of light and was easily penetrated. Amidst the continuous screams, the battle was declared over in an instant.
From the death of the captain of the guards to the last Knight falling on the path of the charge, only a few minutes had passed.
The few noble guests who killed the guards took off their coats, revealing the silver tattoos on the back of their hands and necks. When Shitah saw the cold silver eyes on these people's faces, he was so frightened that he almost couldn't maintain the magical transformation that the mages had cast in advance and turned back into his dragon form.
At this moment, he naturally understood that this was a premeditated attack – and the attacker was an old acquaintance of the dragons, the Buga Gray Mage.
"Oh my God, the Buga people must be crazy."
"Yes, they are crazy to begin with!"
"I have to think of something, Shitah, you have to think of something …"
"Something has happened to the little prince, you have to save him, Shitah …"
"Don't be afraid, you have to think of that terrible woman, she'll go crazy …"
"No, no, no, but it's still too dangerous outside, I'll die."
He was muttering nervously. Finally, when a Gray Mage turned his head, he found this guy hiding in the bushes with his butt sticking out. He turned and walked over in this direction.
At that moment, Shitah only felt that the sky was falling down. He felt that he was definitely going to die and that death had come to him. The boundless fear finally made him let out a shrill scream and turned his head to hit a nearby outer wall, directly smashing a hole in the outer wall.
Then, he fainted.
The Gray Mage stopped and looked at all of this with his mouth agape.
"What's wrong?" His companion asked.
"Nothing, a little fatty …" The Gray Mage shook his head in disbelief.
"Is he still alive? Let's end him. "
"No, I think he's already dead," said the Gray Mage, glancing at the gap in the wall with lingering fear, "Oh my God, this guy is really strong …"
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