Chapter Sixty: The Bronze Dragon Girl

  At once, all the people who were discussing heatedly just now fell silent. No one wanted to go find a moody and mysterious magician who had a thousand ways to make people die without knowing how they died, and because of the legend left by the great magician Octo, people who could use magic were even more terrifying than demons and devils.

  This fairy tale that everyone has been listening to since childhood makes people have the most fundamental fear of Taoist priests from the bone.

  Looking at the scene being so deserted, everyone avoiding Lord Siha's eyes, Siha's eyebrows furrowed.

  The fat-faced man who made the suggestion changed his expression, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "I'm willing to go! However, I demand priority trading rights with the sorcerer in that Black Fortress!"

  Xi Haotei nodded and said: "I agree. Who else is willing to go together?"

  As he looked around again and no one responded, a tender but firm voice came from behind him.

  "Father, I will go." The silver-haired and frail Hart stood up and replied.

  Hart has been studying the teachings of the Frost Goddess with Duncan since he activated his magical talent, and is now a first-level priest. However, because he did not study magic, he also did not receive the rank of mage.

  Duncan opened his eyes and took a closer look at this disciple of his. Then he withdrew his gaze again, seeming indifferent.

  Xi Haote furrowed his brow.

  To be honest, he really likes this son. Every time he sees Hart, it reminds him of that delicate and tender young lady from the Southern Method family, who is truly a noblewoman.

  However, for the future of the barony, he leaned towards his eldest son, Bahran, born to his wife from his earliest adventuring days, a woman who was also a warrior.

  When Xi Ha Te first started his adventure career, the only members of his own mercenary group were himself and a red-haired woman who were both level 1 warriors, as well as Duncan, who was nothing but had dreams of becoming a high priest.

  So there has never been any question about who would inherit the barony.

  But the attitude towards Harte is no longer so clear-cut.

  The last time Hart led a cavalry unit to participate in the siege of Hei Cheng, he returned with almost the entire squad annihilated, leaving only one heavily injured and simultaneously broken-through Dou Qi Sim. He also brought back an Ice Claw's head.

  At this moment, the skull was still placed in the depths of the Ice Snow Goddess Temple, being studied by Duncan.

  At the same time, Hart also underwent a drastic change, awakening the bloodline of the mage from his mother's side and becoming Duncan's disciple.

  So Seihart also sincerely hopes that Hart can become a wise man like Duncan, assisting his brother. What he worries about most is that the two of them will fight each other over the succession to the barony and end up killing each other.

  Now seeing Hart get up on his own, he was both delighted and worried. However, the years of being a ruthless mercenary made him quickly throw away this untimely idea.

  "Very well, then let Montesquieu be the head of the embassy, my son Hart as deputy, and Sima as cavalry commander, leading a cavalry team to negotiate with the dark castle's law masters."

  Seeing someone willing to go to Hei Bo as an envoy, the other nobles suddenly became active, sending cheap blessings and expressing jealousy, saying that they had really picked up a great bargain.

  Montesquieu smiled wryly and looked around at the people, now he had completely no power to compete with other nobles, if there was no war, his family would inevitably decline and eventually become commoners. Now that there is an opportunity for war, he can only use this military strategy to gamble on the fate of his family.

  His gaze then fell on the second son of Baron Xihate.

  The matter of the succession to the title of Lord Seagard was known throughout the North. Moreover, the lords of the North, in order not to weaken their own power, usually treated those princes who could not inherit the title very harshly, and it was basically impossible for them to mix well in the North.

  Has this young man also gained a sense of desperation?

  Montesquieu was not given time to think about so much, and he was arranged by Baron de Sade to prepare for the mission of going to Blackburg.

  As they marched towards Black Castle, a girl wearing a gallant knight's uniform with a large sword on her back was walking quickly across the northern land.

  She is said to be swift, for every step covers a distance of several dozen meters, with extremely fast speed. She is said to be strolling, because her posture is very leisurely, as if she were taking a stroll in her own backyard.

  Looking at the direction this girl is heading in, it's also Black Castle.

  Before long, the girl saw a group of knights heading northward and ordinary humans. She slowed down her footsteps somewhat and approached this cavalry unit at a normal speed.

  "Who? Don't come any closer!" The cavalry scout shouted loudly as soon as he spotted her.

  "I am Rezley of Darlshole, I heard that the evil Pilersburg has a wizard living in it, so I came to check." The girl stood calmly outside the warning circle and said loudly, with an aristocratic tone.

  "Lezlie!" The two team leaders, Meng De and Sim, suddenly turned pale, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with incredulity and panic.

  Harte looked puzzled and whispered to Sim: "Who is this girl? Why are you all so panicked?"

  Sim swallowed hard and said, "Lizley is a bronze dragon girl who has been living in Dalsheor for many years as a human knight girl. She's absolutely neutral, but the only thing she cares about is what's going on in Black Castle..."

  Just as Sim was quietly explaining to Hart, Montesquieu had dismounted and walked over, bowing deeply in a subordinate courtesy, saying: "It's the noble Lady Rezley! We're truly honored to meet you!"

  "May you share the honor." Raisley bowed slightly, her movements economical and full of elegance. "I see you're headed for Paillesburg, which is where I'm going as well. May I join you?" Raisley asked.

  Montesquieu's eyes rolled around, and the sweat on his forehead flowed down, saying: "Since Lord Leslie has this intention, we are naturally honored! Let's travel together then!"

  He then instructed a cavalryman to bring over his horse and let Rezley ride it, while he himself changed to another more ordinary horse.

  It's clear that those horses can also sense Rezley's extraordinary identity. The originally spirited and unruly horse is now well-behaved in front of Rezley, not daring to make a sound, just like the mare, gentle and obedient.

  As Rezzy walked into the team, preparing to mount her horse, her gaze swept across everyone, especially when it passed Hart and Sim, her eyes paused for a moment.