Three days later, Lailan waited as he wished when Earl Delavan and his party came to join him.

The Earl brought his brother Creel Anlosian, as well as three kingdom knights and four knights errant. They are all loyal knights of the Anlosian family and are responsible for the safety of Earl Delavan when he travels.

And to protect the count from danger.

However, on this journey, accompanied by the imperial hero and redeemer Lelen Wald, Earl Draven's safety was fully guaranteed, and their role was only a foil.

Lairen didn't plan to bring too many people. He was invited to the banquet and it wasn't to go out to fight. As planned, he only brought Adrian and his new subordinate Hector Goetz, and at the same time, he also

There is Steward Pitman and six Eternal Knights.

At this level, Leif Anlo first, as a count, ordered a carriage, which was convenient for resting when traveling. It was not comfortable to bump on the horse during the two-day journey. The adopted son of the Elector von Tugen

Helm, Adrian, Claire and others were riding war horses and were in front of the carriage.

Earl Draven, who was sent by the elected emperor to the Kingdom of Nord to assist in its recovery, became a bit thinner after leaving the north for a while, but it did not affect his previous majestic image at all, and his deep-set eyes only added to the

A bit experienced, the earl sat in the carriage, wearing a logo arrow jacket and a badge symbolizing his identity on his chest. He said in a casual tone: "Laylan, I have heard about you. I am crushed."

The northern barbarian army completely killed the Evil God Chosen who had been raging for a long time, which is quite good!"

"This is not a big deal. Mr. Earl, resisting the barbarians from the northern wasteland is what I should do." Lailan nodded lightly. He was already a noble, facing nobles with a higher title than himself.

There is no need to add the word "adult".

Also sitting in the carriage was Pitman, the steward of the barony. He was not an excellent rider. The earl granted permission for Pitman to travel with the two lords.

Earl Delavan was very serious: "No, Lailan, you protected the empire. After the war, Nord was in a state of disarray. A few months later, there was only a slight improvement. The situation was far more difficult than we imagined.

If you hadn't stopped the barbarians from taking any further actions, I'm afraid the rotten situation would have spread across the central mountains and affected all the northern provinces."

Lelan smiled and shook his head, while Earl Delavan laughed loudly. He turned to the steward and asked: "Mr. Pitman, what do you think of your baron governing his territory? Please tell me your true thoughts.

"

"Excellent, Lord Earl, this is what I think. The Baron can handle many difficult things very well. In internal affairs, everything is almost impeccable. I am honored to assist Baron Draco and take it as a lifelong honor."

." Pittman's tone was very calm.

"We need each other, Pittman." Lelan nodded, "That's true."

"It's getting dark, we should find a decent hotel to stay in."

At the same time, Middenland, Middenheim.

This holy city that symbolizes glory is one of the great creations and miracles of the wolf god Ulric. The grand banquet that the White Wolf Elector is about to hold has attracted too many people to this city. The nobles who came after hearing the news,

The common people were in a mood of celebration.

On the floating soil five hundred meters above the ground, in the golden brazier at the top of the Great Temple of Ulric, the white eternal holy fire was as dazzling as ever.

On a straight stone road, a group of mercenary guards and several carriages came from afar. Along the cleared road in the wealthy area, they arrived at the door of a noble manor. A guard took out a bottle of wine from his breast pocket.

A huge copper key opened the gate of the manor.

The sound of stopped wheels broke the silence of the night. A nobleman wearing noble clothes and holding a suitcase quickly stepped off the carriage with the help of the coachman.

"Your Excellency Klaus, welcome." At the door of the noble manor, another noble with an old face said to him: "Everyone is here."

"I understand." The noble who arrived in a hurry took off his coat. He was a well-known noble businessman in Midden, senior director of the Middenheim Merchant Guild, Klaus Goethe, a well-known

A politician, businessman and superstitious admirer, there are some black spots remaining on his waistcoat, his bald head is covered with a felt hat, and the lush hair on both sides of his cheeks is already somewhat gray.

Following the sight of the old nobleman, Klaus also noticed the remnants on his waistcoat. His Adam's apple twitched and he explained in a low voice: "A porter bumped into the goods we were transporting. It took a lot of time to dispose of his body.

Less time.”

"You are too careless, Lord Klaus. The informant of the city defense team reported that four more witch hunters came yesterday. If you don't want to be caught and burned to death by them, I hope you will handle it very cleanly," the old noble reminded.

He said, his tall and thin body was very thin, and his voice was very uncomfortable.

"I know it in my heart, Baghdadi! I know the consequences. I promise the priest that there will never be a next time, okay?!" Klaus roared hysterically, clenching his fists at the same time, and the whole person was very nervous. He seemed

Some are afraid of the old nobles in front of them.

"Mark your words, Mr. Claus, no one wants to be the second Boral Christie."

After finishing speaking, the door of the noble manor opened inwards.

Klaus quickly walked into the manor, and the guards immediately began to be on guard and stood in a circle around the entire manor.

The villa was very dark. Along the stairs, Claus Goethe quickly walked up to the second floor. When he was still three steps away from the room on the second floor, he stopped, stroked his chest, took a deep breath, and then opened the door to the room.

His eyes looked towards the wall unnaturally. On the wall, in a framed picture, a colorful figure was depicted, with dense red threads wrapped around the figure, which was weird and absurd.

The nobleman who stepped into the door had cold sweat on his forehead. He knew very well what those threads were. One of the blood vessels extracted from a living person's body was one of his. Perhaps from the moment it was extracted, Klaus

It does not belong to the category of living persons.

"You're late, Mr. Claus." A nobleman with an obviously lower status walked out from the corner of the room. He bowed his head and saluted, and then continued: "I know you are surprised that the branch of Pawsley City appears here.

, some people thought we were exposed, some people didn't, we temporarily stopped the plan to avoid the limelight."

Klaus ignored him, walked quickly to the round table in the room, lit the grease lamp, put the suitcase on the table, and asked impatiently: "Where are they? Didn't Baghdadi say they are all here?"

What?"

"Sir, they are still arguing about what to do." Another noble in the room said slowly.

The harsh voice made Klaus Goethe frown. He opened the suitcase. Inside the suitcase was a thick stack of documents, stamped with the imperial double-headed eagle mark and the words "Legion Top Secret", as well as several printed documents.

Documents with Middenland’s unique white wolf logo.

Klaus stood at the edge of the round table and asked in a low voice: "What should I do?"

"No." The person hidden in the darkness of the room shook his head: "The Lord of Change has no orders."

While speaking, a few wisps of dark blue ink-like black air surged toward Klaus from the darkness, seeming to want to wrap around his body.

"Get away! After you have said what you have to say, get out of my way! It's not time for me to give up all my soul! Get out of my way!" Klaus angrily pulled out a dagger and pushed towards the person in the corner.

Go, several obscure and strange words carved on the surface of the dagger light up one by one.

The person in the corner said in a surprised tone: "Sir, from the moment you join us, you should know the price."

His words seemed to touch a certain counter-scale of the merchant nobles. Klaus was like a furious manticore, roaring hysterically: "Is it wrong to want to be on the winning side? Year after year, the orcs have become

They grew bolder, and the Reavers grew more powerful. Year after year, the number of mutants within the Empire grew, and the situation grew worse.

The Empire is fighting a losing battle. I am a pragmatist and the Empire has made me rich. But when Middenheim is in flames, Chaos will keep me alive and the people of the Empire become beasts

Food for people or sacrifices to gods. Continue to survive and even prosper. It’s you who say that the Lord of destiny will be generous to those who fear Him!! It’s you!!”

The gathering place of the Tzeentch Cult is so hidden that it is difficult for ordinary people to discover it. From the outside, this place is just an ordinary noble manor. However, during the course of thousands of years of dormancy, especially in the holy city of Middenheim,

, these believers of Tzeentch who have infiltrated into the upper echelons of the empire and the top of all walks of life have learned how to stay away from the surveillance of witch hunters and battle priests, and they have also learned how to inadvertently pull in the great nobles and priests.

Corruption Abyss.

The desire for power is the ultimate desire of everyone who has tasted the taste of power. Just like after a lion has tasted the taste of sweet human flesh, the ferocious beast will no longer hunt other animals. The Purple Hand sect knows how to take advantage of this,

Many people spontaneously fall into the embrace of chaos with just a thought. To this day, even some politicians do not know who they subconsciously worship, nor do they know that they are already Chaos believers.

The dim candlelight flickered in the dark room. The weak candlelight illuminated Klaus's ferocious face. He opened his eyes wide, his pupils were extremely narrowed, he gritted his teeth, and his cheek muscles could not stop trembling.

Two years ago, he was just a senior director of the Middenheim Merchant Guild. By chance, the priest of the Purple Hand sect showed him the true god he had always believed in, Tzeentch, the Lord of Change.

An oppressive silence enveloped the entire room. Even though the area was hundreds of square meters, Klaus still felt that the surrounding walls were constantly squeezing him. He didn't know whether the person he was talking to was a human or a demon. He also

Always trembling with fear.

After a long time, the person hiding in the darkness broke the maddening silence: "Mr. Claus, remember what you should do. I'm leaving first."

The window on the side of the room suddenly opened, a breeze blew in, and the bright moonlight outside the window also took the opportunity to shine on the smooth floor of the room, leaving Klaus alone.

He breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had survived a disaster, and slumped down on the soft seat next to the round table. A moment later, after Klaus smeared a bottle of blue-purple potion on the first document in the suitcase, a

A dark purple handprint appeared on the surface of the document, and there was also an emerald green scepter-like pattern.

The largest sect of Tzeentch in the empire, the Purple Hand, and the sect of the Emerald Scepter, which worships Slaanesh.

In the blink of an eye, the two patterns mixed with each other, fighting and merging with each other like a battlefield, and finally formed a twisted text on the surface of the document. Klaus Goethe subconsciously held his breath as he saw an unimaginable fatal plan.

The followers of the Purple Hand obtained two Tzeentch changelings through the sacrificial ceremony. They created two "imitations" that were exactly the same as Princess Silena Todbringer, and all of them were handed over to the White Wolf Chosen Emperor.

There is a deeply hidden Emerald Scepter believer with a very high status in the prince's court. As long as he finds an opportunity, the real daughter of the elector will be replaced, and no one will find out the problem.

Since the emperor went north to fight against the Norscan army, the confrontation between the north and the south has greatly eased. The Kingdom of Nord has chosen neutrality, and the attitude of several other northern provinces is unclear. The elector of Midden, Boris Todbringer, has

Tzeentch and Slaanesh are no longer willing to oppose Karl Franz everywhere and eliminate internal contradictions in the empire. This is what Tzeentch and Slaanesh do not want to see. Once the unstable situation is replaced by stability, the power of Tzeentch, the lord of sophistry, will be greatly weakened.

And the loving father Nurgle will take his place and become the strongest of the four evil gods.

It is almost impossible to assassinate the White Wolf Elector who is protected by the Teutonic Guards. It would disintegrate the Elector family from within, thereby killing Boris and allowing the two sects to temporarily put aside their differences and reach a consensus.

This plan, named "The Sorrow of the White Wolf Banquet", will begin at the princess's coming-of-age ceremony.

Klaus's hands were trembling. He felt incredible about the alliance between the two major sects. At the same time, he also had inexplicable palpitations in his heart.

That's Elector Boris! The Lord of Middenheim! The high-ranking Elector is being plotted against!

As a nobleman who grew up in the Midden Territory, the most oath he swore was to be loyal to the Elector family, and now.

"Bang!" This was the sound of a slight heavy object falling to the ground from downstairs of the manor's villa.
To be continued...