January arrived, followed by two pieces of news.
First, the Empire's Royal Grand Wizard Competition would be held as scheduled.
Second, the Supreme Dean of the Academy of Light, Otto, had withdrawn from the list of candidates for the position of Royal Grand Wizard. From the looks of it, the next Royal Grand Wizard would only be chosen between Grand Alchemist Galt and the Supreme Dean of the Flame Academy, the previous Royal Grand Wizard, Cernus Gehrman.
No one knew what had happened. Everyone only knew that Galt had led an army back to Brunswick, and Otto seemed to have disappeared. The only thing everyone knew was that after this, the Supreme Dean of the Academy of Light and the Supreme Light Mage would be Kant alone. There was no news of the original Supreme Dean of the Academy of Light, Otto.
The entire Empire's palace, the Royal Grand Wizard Academy, and the Church of Justice were all secretive about Otto's whereabouts. No one knew where Otto had gone. On the contrary, the Emperor gave high praise to Galt's actions in stopping the Army of Chaos from releasing the Ancient Dragon Demon Keleg. He praised Galt for winning another great victory for the Empire under such difficult circumstances.
At the same time, the Emperor also publicly praised Cernus Gehrman's great contribution to the Empire's expansion on Obien Island. He said that the Empire needed examples like Gehrman who dared to expand and try.
Emperor Karl-franz's attitude was a little confusing. Whether it was the supporters of Galt or Gehrman, they didn't know who the Emperor favored, so they could only go back and continue to recruit supporters. At the same time, they would observe the situation.
The Royal Grand Wizard Competition would be held a week later.
For this, the Emperor held a grand banquet in the Empire's palace and invited the Electors of the Empire to attend. Boris Todbringer, Elector of White Wolf and Grand Duke of Midden; Umberto Corleone, Elector of Tuscany and Grand Duke of Ivy; Emmanuelle, Elector of Brescia and Grand Duke of Nur; Wamil Von Zhukov, Elector of Wolfen and Grand Duke of Auster were all invited. At the same time, many nobles and generals of the Empire were also invited. Everyone entered the palace, and Laing attended as a special guest and Duke of Musillon.
It was worth mentioning that Suria rarely refused to attend the banquet with the excuse that she had something to do. This action of the Duchess was seen as a compromise and compromise with Emmanuelle, Duchess of the Empire, who also gave birth to a son for Laing. Therefore, Emilia was able to proudly hold Laing's arm and attend the banquet and introduce him to everyone as her son's father.
Laing could clearly feel that after Emilia said so, there were many envious eyes and dissatisfied snorts in the banquet, but no one dared to raise any objections.
For one, this child's identity was not only recognized by Laing, but also by the Emperor. More importantly, the Goddess of War, Mirmidia, had blessed him. At this time, if he stood out, he would have to face three forces, including a god who had great influence in the south of the Empire and the southern countries. The cunning Electors would not do this.
Also, Laing was too strong. There was no need for him to prove his strength. The Electors would not deliberately target or be hostile to Laing when they were not confident. This Duke of Muxilon had grown his wings. The kingdom on the other side of the mountain was already under his control. His position was now equal to that of the Electors. Nobody regarded Laing as an outsider anymore. He had been recognized.
Today, the Imperial Duchess was wearing a high-collared ceremonial robe with a corset on the outside. Inside, she was wearing a Wood Elven skirt that reached her knees. Below the skirt was a beautiful calf wrapped in a pair of ultra-thin, flesh-colored unicorn pantyhose. The soft, smooth unicorn pantyhose tightly wrapped around Amelia's slender legs and feet, giving off a delicate and glossy visual effect.
In order to hold Laing's arm, Emilia also chose a pair of thin, suede high heels. Laing knew that his little maid did not like to wear such high heels, because it was tiring to walk and hurt her feet. She was not as physically strong as Suria. She only wore such high heels to show her majesty and status. After turning around for a while, he asked her to sit down and rest. "Emilia, you rest here first. I'll go talk to Boris."
"Okay. Don't waste too much time." Emilia kissed Laing's face, hinting that Laing could go now. Sitting in a corner of the banquet hall, she slowly tasted the wine in her cup.
"Hey, Boris, why are you wearing the same face again? Damn it. Not only do you wear the same face in a fight, you also wear the same face in a banquet!" Laing soon chatted with Kurfürst Boris. Kurfürst White Wolf put on a smile when he saw Laing. "It's you, Laing. How many hybrid elven horses did you bring to the Empire this time? I'll take all of them! "
"None!" Laing's face immediately turned rigid.
"Then, have you ever considered taking your and Mrs. Suria's mounts to Mildenheim for a tour? There are many beautiful mares in my stable …" Boris still couldn't forget the hybrid elven horses.
"I think I've heard this sentence somewhere before." Laing was even more speechless. Before he finished, Wamir von Zhukov, Kurfürst Wolffin and Grand Duke of Auster, had already shown up. The plump Kurfürst had a long beard. Holding a cup of wine in his hand, he smiled. "I seem to have heard something about hybrid elven horses? Sir Ryan, you can't forget about your old friend Vamil. If that bastard Boris has it, so do I. "
"Since when did we become old friends, Mr. Wamir?" Sir Valmier? "Leon's face darkened.
"Oh? Aren't we old friends already? "Kurfürst Wamir was very good at making friends. He immediately asked," Do you not remember? "
"You don't remember?" Laing was still confused.
"My son, Boris von Zhukov!" Kurfürst Wamir patted Laing's shoulder hard, as if he were "heartbroken", and took advantage of his seniority. "You fought side by side when we recovered Muxilong! Do you dare say that we are not old friends? "
This time, Laing was rendered speechless. In this world, fighting side by side was indeed an important part of a solid friendship. Boris von Zhukov indeed fought valiantly in the recovery of Muxilong. He could only nod his head. "Alright. Let's toast to the recovery of Muxilong!"
"Cheers!" Laing, Kurfürst Boris, and Kurfürst Wamir toasted together.
"Yes. Boris is my son, and I am your father." Kurfürst Wamir had a mouthful of wine. "As a son, you should be more respectful to your father. Crawl for your father!"
“！！！ Wamir, you stupid cow of Auster! Just say it if you want to fight! " Kurfürst Boris immediately burst into fury. He roared at Kurfürst Wamir, "In the name of Yurick, we can have an exciting duel right at the gate of the royal palace. What do you think of my proposal?"
"I'm too full today to fight." Kurfürst Wamir had another mouthful of wine. "I'm talking about my son Boris. What does it have to do with you? Or do you want to be my son? My son is not as ugly as you. He only has one eye left. You'd better crawl to the side! "
"Son of a b * tch!" Kurfürst Boris clenched the Kurfürst holy sword on his waist. "Stupid, stubborn, stinky stone in the cesspit of Auster!"
Seeing that the two Kurfürstes were about to fight, Laing hurried to mediate. He stood between the two of them and hurried to change the topic. "Right. Where is Oleg? I don't see him. "
Laing was talking about Oleg von Zhukov, the eldest son of Kurfürst Wamir's lineage.
"He went to the kingdom of trolls to the north of Kislöw with his mentor for a ritual named 'Moka Trial'." Wamir was rather troubled about it, too. "There's no telling when he will come back. I didn't agree, but Oleg insisted, and his mentor thought that it was necessary, too. So, I can only keep my opinion."
Moka Trial? Laing rolled his eyes and raised his cup again. "He will come back successfully. Oleg is a one-in-ten-thousand warrior and a determined expert. He will not let us down."
"I hope so. Cheers!"
"Cheers!"
On the other side, in a corner of the banquet …
Emilia's hair was full of pearls. She was also wearing a full set of enamel jewelry that was personally blessed by the Supreme Emperor himself, which was a gift from Suria. The lady of the Imperium was a beautiful view when she sat on one side. It was a pity that she was too cold and unapproachable.
But somebody still went up to talk to her.
"Nice to meet you, Your Excellency, beloved lady." Laing's Godfather, Ivan, the Griffin Duke, showed up. The hundred-year-old general had long hair and was rather slovenly. He was wearing a full set of plate armor with a white cape on his back. "It's an honor to meet you here."
"Perhaps." Emilia sat on the soft sofa and did not give any face to the Griffin Knight and the Griffin Duke. "Why don't you stay at Griffin Cliff and Hammerfall Town? That's not like you. "
"Don't be so rude, Your Excellency. I've always thought that we were friends." Ivan knew what Emilia was referring to. He smiled. "Occasionally, I have to participate in some activities, such as banquets or something."
"For Laing's sake, I'll reluctantly accept." Emilia did not intend to stand up at all. The lady of the Imperium maintained her ladylike posture, crossing one of her beautiful legs under her skirt. She asked calmly and somewhat impatiently, "Why are you looking for me?"
"Oh! Emmanuelle, you're here. Where's Laing? " The Supreme Emperor also appeared. Karl-franz came from afar with a cup of wine. "Why did he leave you alone?"
"It's none of your business, Karl. If you have something to say, just say it. If not, don't waste my time here." Emilia still squinted her eyes. One was Laing's Godfather, and the other was Frey Derick's Godfather. What did Karl-franz want?
"I have an idea …"
… I am the divider that wastes time …
While the banquet was going on, there was a small noble manor with a courtyard at the other end of the wealthy district of the Empire's capital.
It was the middle of winter in January. There was no snow in the sky for the time being, but the courtyard was still covered in snow. There were almost no lights in the manor, and it was quiet inside.
In the basement of the manor, two women were standing in an ice cellar, examining a corpse.
"Is that why you called me out? Olica? " Suria was fully armed. The female knight was wearing a full set of exquisite vibranium plate armor, with the Sword of Lyonnesse hanging from her waist. Behind her was a cape of the White Wolf God, and she was wearing god-given jewelry. At this moment, Suria was no longer a graceful noble lady and gentle mother. Instead, she was a valiant female knight.
"This is what I found, Madam." The dark elf was wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket with a cloak, hood, and mask. Olica pointed at the corpse in the ice cellar. "He's an attendant of the Brunswick Royal Hotel. He's been dead for two weeks."
"What did you find? Olica, tell me, tell me everything! "Suria's beautiful golden eyebrows furrowed together.
"I found …"
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