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Many people said that the main character was weak, and that the Black Star Trooper recruits could defeat him, but that was just wishful thinking. In terms of strength, the Middle Ages were definitely not as strong as the 40K, but the Middle Ages were not that much weaker. In terms of magic and many other aspects, the Middle Ages were not weaker than the 40K. The powerful Middle Ages heroes could also fight against the Chaos Demon. There were not many Battle Commanders in the 40K who could fight against the Chaos Demon, right?
The headquarters of the Aesthete Society was closed down.
Countless artists cried bitterly on each other's shoulders. Waves of complaints and complaints came one after another, but Schultz remained unmoved, especially after it was proven that the Aestheticism Society was a cult of Chaos. This grand duke would never relent on this matter.
The Senate had an emergency meeting. No one was willing to take the blame for this matter, and no one was willing to stand up for the Aesthete Society.
This organization that had flourished in Marlinburg for decades was history. Edmund Huron of the Senate became the only sacrifice. When the messenger of the Empire came to question him, the answer was that the Earl colluded with the Aesthete Society, took in the Fallen Hunters, and murdered the vice president of the Demon Hunter Guild. There was a lot of evidence to prove this fact. As punishment, Earl Huron was removed from his position as a member of the Senate. The merchants and nobles in the Senate fought for this vacant position, but this matter had nothing to do with Laing anymore.
The Church of the God of the Sea officially announced the details of the annihilation of the Aesthete Society. The story of Laing and Veronica working together to destroy the Khorasan Champion spread across the continent. Laing's name was once again known across the continent.
Then, there was another grand banquet.
The Marlinburg City Hall was also bustling with activity today.
The focus of the banquet was naturally Laing. The nobles, merchants, and celebrities from all walks of life congratulated Laing. Laing responded to them one by one. He was full of wine. When the banquet ended, the Grand Duke of Marlinburg gently handed a small bag to Laing. "You deserve this."
"Thank you." Laing opened the bag and looked inside. He could not stop smiling. The bag was full of god gold coins. There were at least a hundred of them.
The money was almost equal to the annual income of some minor Kurfürsten. It was a real windfall.
In comparison, the reward of 300 gold coins offered by the Church of Justice was negligible.
"If you weren't so determined to get that painting, you could have gotten even more." Schultz and Laing were joking around. Duke and the geno prototype were standing on a balcony in the corner of the banquet.
"The lady wants that painting, so I should do something for her." Laing shrugged, indicating that it was his boss who wanted it.
"Lady of the Lake? Yes, although His Majesty has personally enlightened me, I still don't agree that she is the so-called God. She may be very powerful, but that's all. " Schultz took a sip of the wine. To be able to be enlightened by the emperor, this duke must be very powerful.
Grand Duke of Marlinburg arrived at the same time as Laing. Clearly, he was part of the emperor's plan.
Laing shrugged. He did not care. He was the Lady of the Lake's God's Chosen One. He took her benefits and worked for her. It was a deal. The Lady of the Lake gave him the highest reward, and she treated him the best. Under such circumstances, he was willing to be loyal to the Lady of the Lake.
Laing and the other geno prototypes were different.
King, the great leader of humans, had 20 sons. Including Laing, he had 21 sons.
But none of the sons were born in a normal way. How the geno prototypes were created was lost in history, but they were all created by King using his own genes through a combination of subspace technology and high technology. They were born with a dozen gene modification surgeries and enhancements.
But Laing did not. Laing's body was broken during the teleportation process. King used his own power to help him rebuild his body. During the process, Laing was like a baby. He had not undergone gene modification surgeries, and he had not been enhanced by subspace power. From that perspective, his growth was slower. His brothers were born with better conditions than him.
King obviously liked Lane more. He said all the geno prototypes aside from Lane were just a bunch of spoiled children. "A bunch of spoiled children."
That was because Laing was the purest. He was human. He was not mixed with anything else.
Laing looked at the cold night sky and softly said, "Father is father. He is not a god. He is just my father."
"Yes. To you, he is your father. To us, he is a god. Or maybe he is greater than a god." Schultz did not care about the topic. Schultz did not care about this topic. It could be seen that after receiving the Emperor's revelation, he did not care about many things. "If you need anything, feel free to come to me. I'm here for this."
"Okay."
As usual, halfway through the banquet, Laing took Veronica and left.
The two of them had just gotten into the carriage when Veronica ran into his arms and hugged him tightly.
"What is it?" Laing felt that Veronica's mood was a bit strange.
"The senator sent a recall order." Veronica leaned against the man's chest. The woman's voice was angry and anxious. "I am being recalled! It is an emergency recall order. "
"Recall? At a time like this? "Laing was puzzled. The man's voice was filled with confusion." How could that be? "
Laing had been in contact with the Marvel Blue Council for many years. He knew the rules of the council very well. Normally, after a mission was completed, the council would give the senator some time to rest. Then, they would send the next mission.
The Winter Veil Festival was in about two weeks. Why would the Marvel Blue Council urgently recall Veronica at this time?
"How would I know? Normally, unless there is something special, there would not be an emergency recall. But I just received a notice from the council. Catherine has already gone to receive the recall order! " Veronica pouted. The woman looked very wronged. "I wanted to spend the Winter Veil Festival with you."
"Me too." Laing also felt that this was strange. "Let's take a look when we get home."
Late at night, Marlin Castle, 53 Amber Avenue.
The carriage slowly stopped in front of the house. Laing carried Veronica out of the carriage and the two of them opened the door together.
Two maids quickly came to greet them. Catherine took out a scroll of parchment. "Senator, this is your recall order."
Veronica snatched it from Catherine's hands. She opened it and glanced at it. Then, she understood what was going on. The woman sighed and motioned for Laing to go upstairs to talk with her.
Thirty minutes later, on the second floor, in the master bedroom.
Veronica had already changed into a long lace nightgown. The woman sat on the long sofa with a pair of stockings on her beautiful legs. Her head of jewelry had all been removed, and her dark brown hair was draped over her delicate shoulders. Her sweet face was filled with grievance and anger.
"What's going on? Veronica, have you figured out the reason? " Laing had also changed into his pajamas. Seeing that the woman was unhappy, he comforted her. "It's fine. You can leave after the Winter Veil festival."
"Sigh …" Gallan patted the side of her body. Laing saw this and sat down beside her. "Laing, you don't understand. This is an emergency recall order. All Gallan witches who see this must report back to the council immediately. According to the timeline, this emergency recall order was issued as soon as we completed our mission."
"It was issued as soon as possible?" Laing held Veronica in his arms and looked at the emergency recall order.
"Clearly, there are people in the council who don't want me to stay outside … or rather, stay by your side." Veronica smiled coldly. The woman kissed the man's cheek gently. "My existence doesn't fit the way some people think, so I have to leave. Look, who signed this emergency recall order?"
Laing looked at the order carefully and saw that it was signed by Aurora Trovic.
"Elder Aurora? She's summoning you back? Wait … you mean? "Laing wasn't an idiot. He quickly understood what Veronica meant.
In the bedroom, the bright floor lamp illuminated the two figures on the sofa.
"Clearly, she doesn't want me to stay by your side. To her, Laing Macado is a friend of the council, the godson of the Griffon Duke, and a mid-rank legendary under the age of 25. He's a powerful ally, and Teresa Trovic is her daughter." Veronica reached out her small hand and interlocked her fingers with the man's. "And I, Veronica Benadotte, have some kind of relationship with Laing. Most importantly, I'm the apprentice of Chancellor Margarita."
Laing understood. He completely understood.
On the surface, it seemed like Veronica and Teresa were fighting over Laing, a high-quality partner. But behind this, there was an intense faction struggle within the council. It was between Chancellor Margarita and Elder Aurora.
This battle affected Teresa, himself, and now Veronica.
After a long silence, Laing's expression changed slightly. He tightened his grip on the woman in his arms, and his voice became cold. "So, things have become like this?"
"Yes, now that things have come to this, I'll return to the Garland Parliament tomorrow morning. As long as I want to continue being a Garland Parliament member, I must accept the Parliament's emergency recall order. Even if it's unreasonable … rules are rules." Veronica reached out and brushed the man's handsome face. "We've only met for a short time, and now we're going to be separated again."
"Yes, we're going to be separated again. Right, here's your money. It's enough for you to build a wizard tower." Laing took out a bag containing fifty gold coins. "Do you still remember our agreement? I promised you that you'd have your own wizard tower. "
"As expected. I don't know how you were able to gain Master Schultz's trust so easily, and I don't know why Master Schultz would give you so much money, but I know that this is my partner. He's an amazing man … and also my man." Veronica gently pushed away the money bag in Laing's hand. "You can keep it."
"You don't want the money? That's not like you. "Laing's eyes flashed with a smile.
"Some things are more important than money, and some things are more important than power. This is what you taught me, Laing. I often think that if it weren't for you, perhaps I would've fallen long ago." Veronica sighed softly. Wizard Garland continued, "It's not that I don't want the money. What I mean is that I'll keep the money with you. When you become the lord, I'll build a wizard tower in your territory."
"If I'm not mistaken, you'll have your own territory soon, right?" Veronica's eyes flashed with cunning. "My grand knight?"
"If nothing unexpected happens, we'll hear about it after the Grass Festival." Laing did not tell her the whole story, but he still answered her indirectly.
Now that he was so popular, there was no doubt that Brittany, the Empire, and the Nords would all invite him to be their lord. This world needed strong people, and he was now comparable to the commanders of many knight groups.
Since he was the champion of the Chosen of the Lake Fairy, his choice was self-evident.
"Laing …"
"Hmm?"
"There's not much time left. Let's get started. I want to go back to Garland with the feeling you give me."
"Alright, let's get started!"
… (Omitted below) …
The next morning, Leon carried Veronica, who could not walk, out of the room. The little apprentice, Catherine, had already packed her things into a big box. She looked at the luxurious three-story house that she lived in with a reluctant expression on her face.
"You really don't want me to send you back?" Laing asked with a half-smile as he carried Veronica into the carriage.
"No need." Veronica sat in the carriage, her beautiful eyes looking straight at him. Her eyes were full of reluctance. "Every time we separate, I feel worse. It shouldn't be like this."
"Separation is for a better reunion. Go back to Garland. That's where you can show your talent," Laing said softly as he held Veronica's hand.
"I used to be, but I'm not sure now. Goodbye, my dear." Veronica kissed Ryan gently on the mouth one last time, then turned her head away from him.
"Don't be sad, Veronica. This is my gift to you. Wear it. It will protect you from the effects of corruption." Laing put a silver pendant in Veronica's hand. "Goodbye."
Veronica accepted the pendant. Her eyes were still looking out of the window. She did not look at Laing again. She did not want to lose her composure in front of her apprentice.
Laing walked out of the carriage and stood in front of his house. He watched the carriage disappear at the end of the road. Then he sighed and returned to his house.
There was an uncontrollable anger in his heart.
This anger was not directed at Veronica's departure. Laing knew that his relationship with Veronica was not that of a true lover. They were more like partners in bed. The two of them took what they needed from each other. Veronica would not and could not stay by his side for long. She was like a proud bird. She had her own things to do.
Moreover, both Laing and Veronica understood one thing. Veronica had no chance of becoming Laing's wife. This was because of her identity as a witch. She was well aware of this.
Laing was truly angry at the Garland Council for being unreliable. He had not thought that Garland, one of the three major spellcaster associations on the continent, would have such serious internal strife. It was to the point that he could not find a reliable teammate.
Veronica was his partner, but Garland had sent Teresa to partner with him.
Veronica and Teresa had just started working together, but Garland had recalled Teresa and replaced her with Veronica.
The mission had just ended, and Garland had immediately recalled Veronica.
Was the repeated recall an urgent matter? No. This was all because of the conflict between the chairman and the elders.
He felt that he needed to find another spellcaster association to work with.
Laing did not look up when he opened the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure walking towards him. He thought for a moment and complained, "It's only been a few days, and it's only the two of us left in this house."
A mature and elegant voice answered him.
"Then what does my champion want to do?"
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