The Duke Of St. Hilde's coffin was placed in the main hall of the church.
Who would have thought that just yesterday, the Dukes Of The North had presided over the wedding of Colin and Vera. But now, he had closed his eyes forever.
The elusive fate was just like pollen that was moving in Brownian motion in water. With the limited wisdom of mortals, they would never be able to predict its next trajectory.
The coffin was opened, and a group of nobles from the Northern Frontier took turns to come forward and express their condolences.
Colin held Vera's hand and stood beside the coffin as he stared blankly at the body of the Duke. No one knew what he was thinking.
The broken body of the Duke Of St. Hilde had been reassembled. The stonemasons' workmanship was quite good. Except for the cracks that were difficult to erase, there was no difference at all.
Anyone who had tried to put a broken vase together would understand how difficult it was.
In a sense, Colin was an accomplice in the death of the Duke Of St. Hilde.
If the blood slave that he controlled had not stopped at the most critical moment when Mr. Feng was casting the spell, he was afraid that the forbidden spell would not have succeeded.
If he had to do it again, Colin would still choose to stop and let the Duke Of St. Hilde die.
He would never forget the humiliation that the Dukes Of The North had brought to him, Vera, and Marquis García.
If he missed this opportunity, he really did not know how to deal with this person who stood at the top of the Northern Frontier in terms of strength and intelligence.
Colin was afraid that from now on, he could only be at the mercy of the Dukes Of The North, just like he had been at Vera's coming of age ceremony.
Although the cold Dukes Of The North seemed to be on Colin's side, his existence would only bring Colin endless pressure. As long as he was in the Northern Frontier, Colin could only live with his tail between his legs.
Moreover, he had to constantly worry about whether or not he would become a pawn that the other party would casually sacrifice.
Although Colin was now the Duke's son-in-law, the Duke was a ruthless character who would sell his own son. A son-in-law was nothing.
This way, he would be able to avenge Vera and Marquis García.
As for whether this would cause the situation at the Northern Frontier to collapse, Colin wasn't too worried.
Chaos was a staircase.
Although Marquis Dawson's words didn't have good intentions, they were what Colin wanted.
For someone as ambitious as Colin, a chaotic Northern Frontier might be more suitable for him.
Therefore, it was better for the duke to die.
The only thing that Colin felt was a pity was that after the Duke Of St. Hilde was petrified, no one knew where his blood had gone.
Otherwise, he could take the opportunity to taste the blood of a Holy Knight and see how sweet it was.
After the nobles finished their mourning, Bishop Perce went forward and sprinkled holy water into the coffin as he recited a prayer.
Finally, under the bishop's lead, everyone observed a moment of silence for the Duke Of St. Hilde.
The wake ceremony ended, but the Duke Of St. Hilde couldn't be buried yet.
After all, he was once the Lord of the Northern Frontier. The Duke Of St. Hilde's body couldn't be buried in a random cemetery in Icestone City like Charles, who didn't have a title. Instead, it had to be transported back to Winter City for a grand funeral.
When the time came, the Empire's royal family would send people to participate.
At the same time, the new Dukes Of The North would be decided.
"Colin, I will stay to keep watch. You can go back."
After everyone left, Vera turned to Colin and said softly.
Her face was a little pale, and there was an unconcealable sadness in her eyes, but more than that, there was worry and confusion.
Colin held her cold little hand and said gently, "I will stay to keep watch with you."
"Okay." Vera smiled and hugged Colin's arm. She leaned her head on his shoulder and let out a long sigh of relief.
After Bishop Perce closed the door of the hall, only Colin and Vera were left in the hall.
The cold moonlight shone through the glass on the marble floor, and it blended with the brilliance of the magic crystal chandelier, forming a strange pattern.
A gentle breeze came in from nowhere, and it brought the tranquility of the spring night into the hall.
"Colin …" Vera suddenly opened her mouth, and her voice seemed to come from the distant starry sky. It was deep and ethereal.
"What's wrong?" Colin turned his head and kissed Vera's hair.
"Do you think … I should hate him?"
"What do you think?"
Colin did not give an answer because he knew that what Vera needed at this time was not an answer, but a confession.
No matter how bad the Duke Of St. Hilde's behavior was, after all, he had raised Vera for twenty years. This was something that could not be refuted.
What's more, he had given Vera something that she needed the most — an identity.
Colin did not know which beautiful woman Marquis García had given birth to Vera, but if the Duke had not adopted her, she would have been a despised illegitimate daughter.
"I don't know …" Vera said softly.
However, Colin did not hear a trace of hatred in her voice.
"If you don't know, then you should keep this question in your heart for the time being. Maybe one day, when you look back at this experience, you will have the answer."
Colin decisively gave her a bowl of "chicken soup" to soothe the girl's wounded heart.
Vera thought about Colin's words, and her eyebrows relaxed a lot. "I understand. Thank you, Colin."
She was so easy to coax …
Colin smiled and patted Vera's arm, indicating that she should not think too much about it.
The hall fell into silence again. Colin began to study the lines on the Duke Of St. Hilde's body out of boredom. It seemed as though there were some secrets hidden in them.
However, not long after, Vera opened her mouth again and asked, "Colin, what do you think killed my father?"
"I guess it should be some kind of magic. However, if it can kill a Paladin, I am afraid that it must be a forbidden spell."
At this point, Colin suddenly recalled the scene in Fallen Eagle City that he had seen through the eyes of the blood thrall.
Colin could not help but feel a chill down his spine when he saw the terrible scene of fire burning the city.
"I guess it is also a forbidden spell." Vera nodded. "Moreover, it is very similar to a forbidden spell that I have seen before."
"Oh?" Colin suddenly became alert. He suddenly remembered that his wife was also a mage. Maybe she would know some useful information.
Therefore, he asked, "Do you know about this forbidden spell?"
Vera nodded and then shook her head. "I have seen a similar forbidden spell in my teacher's library. However, it is impossible to release that forbidden spell now because one of the most important casting materials can no longer be found. "
"Oh? What kind of forbidden spell is it? "
"The Eyes of Petrification."
"The Eyes of Petrification?" Colin looked at the Duke Of St. Hilde who had turned into a stone statue in the coffin.
"Yes. However, this forbidden spell is not the same as the Eyes of Petrification. I remember that the Eyes of Petrification is a forbidden spell that uses the spellcaster's eyes as a medium to release the spell. Everyone who looks directly into the spellcaster's eyes will turn into stone.
However, there were no suspicious spellcasters in the Red Fort on the day that my father was affected by the forbidden spell. Moreover, I also looked up and saw the mysterious green eyes in the sky.
Therefore, although the two spells are similar, they are definitely not the same forbidden spell. "
"I guess it is a new spell that is modified from the Eyes of Petrification." Colin touched his chin. He then noticed an important piece of information that Vera had told him. "You said that you saw the Eyes of Petrification in your teacher's library?"
"Yes."
"Who is your teacher?"
"He is the deputy chairman of the Yeville Mage Council, Master Cusius."
"Cusius?" Of course, Colin had never heard of this name before. He knew almost nothing about Yevel, a city of mages.
"Then, do you know Mr. Kong?" Colin said the name of the real spellcaster.
"Yes, I have met him a few times in Yeville. His origin is very mysterious. It seems that he has a very good relationship with my teacher and they often exchange their research experiences together. "
Colin looked at Vera who had a confused expression on her face and said, "Actually, Mr. Kong is a descendant of the St. Theon family."
"St. Theon family?" Vera was really surprised.
"Yes, and I suspect that Mr. Kong is the one who killed the Duke Of St. Hilde."
Vera frowned. "Then … do you think that Mr. Kong developed the forbidden spell that killed my father based on the Eyes of Petrification in my teacher's library?"
"It is very possible."
Vera pondered for a moment before she said, "Then, I will write a letter to my teacher and ask him about this matter when I go back."
"Well, it would be best if you ask him about the conditions for casting the forbidden spell, the price that needs to be paid, and whether there is any way to break the spell." Colin was a little worried that he would become the target of this forbidden spell one day.
This forbidden spell was too terrifying. It could even petrify a Paladin. He felt that if he became the target of this forbidden spell, even the characteristics of the Blood Clan would not be able to save him.
"Okay."
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