The chaos at the banquet alarmed the entire banquet. Amid the screams and cries of horror, the five serf-dressed "dragons" rushed everywhere, spilling wine and food all over the floor. Those graceful ladies were so scared that they fled in all directions, their beautiful faces pale.
"Take them down! Execute them on the spot! " Bodrick, Duke of Bordero, was so angry that his face turned red. He pointed at the guards and roared, "Capture these lowly commoners for me! Execute them on the spot! What are they doing?! "
This was a banquet he had meticulously prepared. What were these serfs doing? How dare they cause trouble?!
"Protect the duke! Protect the duke! " The guards also reacted. The well-trained soldiers rushed towards the five serfs disguised as dragons under the command of Duke Bodrick. These guards were mostly sergeants and semi-professional serf infantry. They immediately surrounded the serfs under the leadership of a small number of knights. "Stop immediately!"
The five serfs inconceivably ignored the knight's order. They charged at the surrounding soldiers like mad dogs. Their dragon heads even spat fire, temporarily forcing the soldiers to retreat. A knight tried to stab a serf with his sword. The serf howled crazily and bit the knight's arm in turn.
The knight's arm was naturally covered in gauntlets. The serf's teeth flew out, but he didn't seem to feel any pain.
"Stop them! I permit you to execute them on the spot! "Bodrick was still shouting.
The five serfs were gradually surrounded by more than a hundred guards. The chaos couldn't be stopped any longer. Panic and madness spread from the banquet to outside the castle until it reached the whole city.
Because he was too happy, Bodrick not only lifted the curfew, he also announced that alcohol was allowed throughout the banquet. Now, the whole city was filled with revelers and drunkards. Chaos and disorder spread throughout the city. Fights, robberies, and provocations caused the city to descend into chaos. The guards had no choice but to be mobilized everywhere to maintain order.
That gave Mathewbard an opportunity.
This intruder immediately found an excuse to hide Fiona in a room when the guards were in a mess. After that, he started to use the magic that he had planned to leave a mark in the castle.
The accuracy of the trebuchets had always been a big problem, so Matthew Bard had to sneak into the castle as a navigator.
Outside the castle, in a dark corner of the city, Necromancer Farrah was tied to a trebuchet. This Necromancer closed his eyes, thinking that when the Lich King returned, he would no longer serve under Matthew Bard.
"Get ready!"
"Fire!"
"Xiu!" The loud sound of the lever being activated was covered by the chaos and darkness of the city.
…
"What a mess. This is the Brittany. If I were in charge, this would never happen." At the banquet, Nur's Chief Justice Theodore Bruckner stroked his beard with a disdainful look on his face. "The knights only care about their own banquets. They don't care about the serfs playing the role of dragons at all. Those serfs have obviously taken some violent or hallucinogenic drugs. That's why they're so crazy. This is a conspiracy. The knights only care about the banquets of the knights and nobles. They don't care about the condition of the serfs."
Although the Empire and the Brittany were allies, they had always disliked each other because of their beliefs and culture.
The Empire people thought that the Brittany were a bunch of old, stubborn country bumpkins who still insisted on some ridiculous rules, such as the serf system. Unlike the Empire, when the new citizen class and new war machines formed the backbone of the Empire's military power, the Brittany was still raising knights and using the trebuchets that had been eliminated by the Empire for hundreds of years.
On the other hand, the Brittany people thought that the Empire people were a bunch of salted fish who had lost their dreams. They didn't even know how to be a knight. The Empire's knights were much weaker than the Brittany's knights. More importantly, the Empire claimed to be so strong, so why did they always need our support?
Because in history, the Brittany had always been the side that supported the Empire. Whenever the Empire was in trouble, the Brittany knights would often send reinforcements to the Empire in the name of protecting the world and helping their fellow humans. However, the Empire had always been busy with its own affairs, so how could it have the energy to support the Brittany?
The most classic example was about ninety years ago, when the green-skinned warlord Big Belly Gru led a giant WAAAGH army! They wreaked havoc in the Empire and plundered the eastern and northern parts of the Empire. The Empire couldn't fight back and sent people to the Brittany for help. At that time, the Knight King John the First was a very irascible tyrant. When he knew that the Empire was asking for help again, he sat on his throne and said to the ambassador of the Empire, "Beggars have come to the palace of the Empire? Tell me, what do you want? "
This sentence became a joke and became one of the classic diplomatic jokes between the Empire and the Brittany.
Now that the topic had digressed, everyone turned their attention back to the banquet. Right now, hundreds of soldiers had surrounded the five serfs. Under the command of the knights, spearmen, sword-and-shield soldiers and foot squires gradually took control of the situation. The nobles didn't take it too seriously and the small disturbance was about to be quelled.
"Suria, Emilia, are you alright?" Laing came to his wife and maid. Suria and Emilia both shook their heads. The female knight who was dressed elegantly came to Laing's side and held his arm.
The little maid, Amelia, was wearing a gothic, symmetrical western dress with vertical buttons. Her temperament was as clear as a mountain spring. Her hand was already gripping the hilt of the rapier at her waist. Seeing that the situation was under control, she let out a sigh of relief. Amelia tidied up her long blonde hair and ran to Leon's side in small steps. She was about to ask Leon something.
Unintentionally, Emilia's eyes swept across Nur's Chief Judge and Nur's Black Lady who were looking at her.
A deep chill spread from her head to her feet, and Amelia immediately realized that they had come looking for her. She was so scared that her whole body trembled. The little maid cried out and subconsciously hid behind Leon, tightly hugging Leon's other arm.
"What's wrong? Emilia? "Laing asked curiously," Are you alright? "
"I'm fine … Laing, I'm a little uncomfortable here. Can you take me there?" Amelia felt her heart beating wildly. Her little chest was making noises, and a cold chill was circulating in her body.
Nur's people are here! They've found me!
But I don't want to leave Laing!
What should I do? What should I do?
Laing didn't think too much about it. He thought that the little maid might be frightened, so he took Emilia and retreated. However, Suria looked at Elspeth von Drakken and Theodore Bruckner meaningfully.
The riot at the banquet had been suppressed. Five serfs were lying in a pool of blood. The guards and attendants were cleaning up the scene under the duke's orders. This little incident didn't affect Duke Bodrick's good mood. He ordered the banquet to continue as usual. At the same time, he ordered his adjutant, Sir Houlf, the deputy commander of the Sea God Knights, to transfer some of the castle guards to suppress the riot in the city.
"Now, we can be a hundred percent sure that it's Emmanuelle," Elspeth said to Theodore. Elspeth said to Theodore, "That's the most standard Nu 'Gongting rapier stabbing technique. There are less than 50 people in the Empire who know it."
"In a place like Brittany, similar age, similar appearance, and knowing the Nur royal rapier stabbing technique, as well as being Count Laing's maid, it matches the information the emperor gave us. It must be Emmanuelle, and … she must have recognized us." Theodore Bruckner's expression was very serious. "But from the looks of it, she doesn't seem to be willing to get in touch with us."
"After such a painful experience, it's normal that Emmanuelle doesn't want to get in touch with us. But the blood of the Kurfürst flows in her body! She can't avoid her responsibility! " Elspeth's voice was like a ghost. She thought for a few seconds and continued, "I think we have to talk to Count Laing about his maid."
"Will he stop us from taking Emmanuelle away? If there's no other way, I'll request a championship duel with him. " Theodore Bruckner said loudly, "This is my duty. Only Emmanuelle is the master of Nur that I recognize."
"Laing Macado is the champion of the Lady of the Lake. He's the role model of a knight. A knight's duty is to protect and honor. He has no reason to stop us from taking Emmanuelle away, because he can't stop Emmanuelle from fulfilling her duty." Elspeth continued, "Our next goal is to find a way to communicate with Emmanuelle and let her understand her responsibility and return to Nur with us. As long as Emmanuelle agrees, Laing will definitely let her go."
"Yes, that's the best way." Theodore nodded. "I'm not good at communicating. I prefer to do things according to the law and contracts, or directly engage in a judicial duel … Lady Elspeth? Are you listening? "
The judge of Nur noticed that Graveyard Rose's expression was very serious. She was mobilizing her death magic!
"What happened? What's going on? " The judge of Nur subconsciously reached for the sword at his waist, only to realize that he had already given it to a servant when he entered the castle.
"Someone's here! Someone's trying to summon an undead creature in the castle! " Elspeth mobilized her own terrifying amount of magic power. The huge amount of purple magic power on her body swirled around her skinny body, and purple threads wrapped around her fingertips. This sacred-level death wizard sensitively noticed that someone in the castle was summoning undead creatures!
"What? Brittany has been infiltrated by vampires to this extent? " Theodore Bruckner was very surprised, but he did not panic at all. He had always been confident in Elspeth. As long as Graveyard Rose appeared, victory was guaranteed. Whenever Nur and Wyson were in danger, as long as she was there, the situation would be resolved.
Death magic and Necromancy magic were not the same type of magic.
Death magic was one of the eight types of magic, while Necromancy magic was a new type of black magic that the Lord of the Dead, Nagash, had researched and summarized from the dark elves' dark magic. In short, Death magic was magic that allowed living creatures to rest in peace, while Necromancy magic was magic that caused them to not rest in peace. The two types of magic had something in common, but they were also mortal enemies.
(This showed how powerful Count Frey, who was proficient in both Death and Necromancy magic at the same time, was.)
As a death grand wizard, Elspeth was very sensitive to Necromancy magic. The Black Lady of Nur raised her hand, and a powerful wind of death blew through the entire castle!
Then, Graveyard Rose and the Chief Judge of Nur came in front of the Grail Knights and the Dukes. She showed her identity as the Supreme Wizard of the Amethyst Academy of the Empire Royal Wizard Academy and Nur's coat of arms. She told everyone in a low and hoarse voice that vampires had sneaked into the castle and were trying to summon the undead!
Hearing Elspeth's news, Duke Bodrick closed his eyes and his hands trembled. He suppressed his great anger and asked his butler, "So, the undead have sneaked into my castle? And we don't know anything about it? "
"I, I don't know, my Duke!" The butler trembled as he knelt down. "I really don't know. The magic barrier is the responsibility of the court wizards. I just … I just arranged the defense. I'm sure that no one can enter the venue without an invitation, except …"
"Except?" Duke Berchemund sat at the head of the round table. He was as still as a mountain. "Speak clearly."
"Except for the five serfs who arranged the performance!" The butler pointed at the five serfs who had been killed on the spot.
At this moment, everyone realized what had happened.
"This is a conspiracy! An organized and premeditated conspiracy! " Laing immediately stood up and said to Duke Bodrick, "They created a disturbance and drove the serfs crazy before sneaking into the castle to summon the undead. The vampires are trying to catch us all in one fell swoop!"
"The banquet is over! Immediately reorganize the guards and move the guests to a safe place. Butler, return the confiscated weapons to the knights! Knights and soldiers with weapons, follow me! " Fedmond, the Knight of the Holy Grail, immediately stood up and pulled out his sword. "For the Lady! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle! "
"For the Lady!" Under Fedmond's command, the knights quickly evacuated the guests. The Grail Knights and dukes at the round table loudly ordered their attendants to equip themselves and prepare for battle!
Elspeth nodded and began to use magic to search for the necromancer's whereabouts. The Wind of Death blew in the castle and disrupted the magical wind.
At the same time, in a corner of Bodlius Castle.
The Bordero court magus who raised the magic barrier had been killed by Matthew Bard. The traitor took advantage of the chaos caused by the Braveheart fighting the dragon to move most of the guards away. The remaining two guards thought that Matthew Bard was a guest who had wandered into the wrong place. "Sir, you can't pass through here!"
"Die!" Matthew Bard drew the black sword he brought in with the catapult and killed the guard with two strikes. He then charged into the secret room and killed the magus in charge of raising the magic barrier.
The magus who was maintaining the barrier in a meditative state didn't react to the outside world and only woke up after being stabbed twice.
But it was too late. He was killed by Matthew Bard before he could even warn the others.
Farrah, who was thrown into the castle by the catapult, immediately tried to summon the Grail Knights under Matthew Bard's orders.
However, there was a change in the plan.
Farrah desperately tried to control his necromancy magic. He tried time and time again to gather his mana, but the powerful Wind of Death interfered with his mana. After ten minutes, the necromancer's face turned paler and paler, but his efforts were in vain.
Matthew Bard stood at the side, his face covered in sweat. Muxilon was extremely anxious, his eyes bloodshot. "Farrah! Are you still not done?! The Grail Knights are going to react if this drags on! "
"No! The Wind of Death interferes with my spellcasting. I can't gather my mana to summon them into the castle! " Farrah said in pain, "There's an extremely powerful necromancer interfering with my spellcasting!"
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! "Matthew Bard felt like he had turned into a steak being grilled on a metal plate. He anxiously paced around the room.
This wasn't going according to plan!
Where did this necromancer come from?!
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