Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 12 Choose
"Calculate?"

Hearing Astor's whisper, Brian was taken aback for a moment, and looked suspiciously at the little duke in front of him who hardly showed any expression on his face.

Artus Swift's cashmere-like dark blonde hair was trimmed very short, and a few slightly curly bangs floated in front of his smooth forehead, like quicksand, silent and elegant.

His silver cloak was buckled on his shoulders with a gold leaf, and a griffon with wings spread was embroidered with shiny gold thread on the chest of the mithril armor, which looked quite chic.

In Bryan's impression, the two of them had absolutely no communication other than the one time they had met in the Tegrila Palace ten years ago.

However, to his surprise, the other party threatened to settle an old account with him.

The first thing he suspected was that his real identity had been recognized, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it was impossible.

He still couldn't figure out the reason, but in desperation, he could only show obvious confusion, and met Artes' deep and bright dark blue eyes.

"I have a debt to settle with me? I didn't expect you to care so much about me, the future Duke of Sweet." Brian smiled in a feigned ease. As he spoke, he staggered and stepped back. , keep a certain safe distance from it.

At the same time, the right hand rests casually on the waist.

To outsiders, his posture is purely for convenience, but those experienced adventurers know that this inadvertent action is not as simple as imagined.

The angle of Brian's right arm was just right for him to draw the sword quickly and complete a lightning-fast sword draw in an instant.

Seeing that the half-elf in front of him kept a certain distance from him, Artes didn't care.

He looked at Brian with a hint of caution in his dark blue eyes, and said slowly in a calm tone: "Four years ago, you remember Songye Town, which is near the Griffon Mountains in the Sweet Territory."

As the two talked, the noisy tavern gradually became quiet, and most people turned their curious eyes on the two confronting each other.

"Your memory is really good." Brian casually leaned on a table by the fireplace, without thinking:

"You have to know, I'm an adventurer, and wandering around every corner of the continent is my hobby. As for the so-called Songye Town and Luoye Town you mentioned, I'm sorry, I will go to a town with the same name as this There are too many, how can I know which one you are talking about."

Although Brian said so, he was browsing through the past memories in his mind.

Soon, he remembered that when he settled down in Songye Town four years ago, he had helped the mayor there solve the corpse change in the cemetery area.

His memory has always been very good, and he clearly remembered that he took the reward from the mayor and left the town directly.

But not long after he left the town, he was inexplicably blocked by a group of people and robbed him, and he accidentally learned that these people were the mayor's secret beneficiaries.

As can be imagined, Brian went back the same way again, and dealt with the black hand behind the scenes cleanly.

There is no way, what he hates most in his life are those who add insult to injury. When he encounters such people, he usually kills them quickly and will never let them stay until tomorrow.

"Four years ago, the mayor of Songye Town and a dozen guards in the town were all brutally killed." Artes said word by word: "Because of this, the gnolls from the Griffin Mountains ransacked this chaotic town."

"That's such a pity." Brian didn't care about the angry eyes of the drinker, and sat directly on the other's table.

He pressed his hands on the table, shook his legs lightly, and said in a flat tone: "As a mayor, even a few jackals can't resist, causing the entire town to be affected. This kind of person deserves his death..."

"It's okay if you don't remember, after all, it's been so long, it's understandable." Artes reached out his hand to stop Brian from continuing, looked at him calmly, and said meaningfully: "Then I'll talk about it." What happened recently, such as the youngest son of Earl Oser in Deep Stream Harbor."

Brian's eyelids twitched, but he didn't believe that his secret actions could be discovered.

The reason why the other party said that was nothing more than to use his rich imagination.

"And then?" Brian jumped off the table, looking at the calm heir to the duke with interest.

Now he could see that the other party was coming for him. As for the real purpose, Brian didn't think it was as simple as just arresting himself and putting on a noose.

"There are legends about ghosts circulating in the sewers of Deep Stream Harbor." Artes replied:
"Ghosts are the souls of living creatures who have been tortured and died before they were alive. They are bound to a specific place that is of great significance to life. Many people don't know that the easiest way to expel a ghost is to help it complete a certain task. Unfulfilled wishes during his lifetime, including revenge for his own death."

Artes raised his eyelids to look at Brian, and continued: "Now, with the death of Earl Oser's youngest son in Deep Stream Harbor, the ghost has also disappeared. I have investigated, and you are the only one who dares to take the initiative to take the task of expelling the ghost. , it is almost impossible to find a second person."

Whispering voices came from the tavern, and everyone was surprised by Artes' unpopular knowledge about ghosts.

For these adventurers, they seem to have opened a new door of knowledge.

After all, this kind of knowledge about the undead is only circulated in the circle of mysterious wizards.

However, the ensuing problems made people really puzzled, because they simply didn't know how to communicate happily with this evil undead creature.

"That's right." Brian readily admitted, "I did remove the ghost in the sewer, but you're wrong about one thing. In fact, the easiest way to expel the ghost is to kill it directly. It's clean and neat."

Ghosts are incorporeal creatures, and except for wizard spells, only certain magical equipment can cause damage to them.

In this low-magic world banned by the magic net, ghosts that are immune to physical damage naturally become the nightmare of all adventurers, and even many wizards with low strength dare not face them directly.

Brian was surprised that Artes knew so much about ghosts.

Then he looked at Astor and continued: "The future Duke, you said so much, maybe it's just to show off to me that you have a wealth of mysterious knowledge."

"Tigrela's half-elf Brian." Faced with Brian's ridicule, the young Duke Artes was unmoved, his tone filled with inexplicable pain, "You not only killed the mayor of Pineleaf Town, As a result, the town was ransacked by gnolls and the son of Earl Oser was killed.

Since you landed in Deep Stream Harbor and set foot on the land of the Kingdom of West until now.In two months, you killed 57 people in the kingdom. Although most of them were vicious people, the laws of the kingdom are not up to you, an adventurer, to enforce.You committed murder! "

"It's so categorical. Excuse me, is there any evidence?" Brian obviously didn't expect the other party to investigate him so clearly.

However, he was amused by the seriousness of Artes, and he said with a relaxed face: "You have to know, if there is no conclusive evidence, I will not plead guilty."

"It's not that you say I'm guilty, I'm guilty, right? Could it be that the heir to the Guardian of the North doesn't even mention any honor, and can forcibly impose evidence on people casually? Excuse me, the justice of the Kingdom of West Where did it go?" Brian looked around at the lively melon-eating crowd and added another sentence.

As soon as the voice fell, there were whispers everywhere in the hall.

Brian knew very well that the heir to the duke was of noble birth, even the son of the most powerful nobleman in the country.

In any case, they are the kind of people who pay attention to decency and honor.

If the other party really forcibly attacked him today, then most of the people here would change various versions of gossip and spread the matter miraculously.

"In that case." Faced with Brian's counterattack, the little Duke Artes was clearly prepared, and he calmly said: "Well, I will give you a chance to defend yourself, let the gods in the sky and Wes The people of the Kingdom of Te will decide the authenticity of what I say."

There was a rare smile on the tightly pursed lips of Artes: "If the result of the trial proves that you are indeed guilty, then according to the laws of the kingdom, you can only die. However, the benevolent Swift family also prepared for you. Another way to live."

"So, I have to thank you." Brian responded to Artes' generosity with a smile.

He vaguely understood the reason why the little duke spent so much trouble.

In fact, most of these familiar scenes happened to the protagonists of the novels he had read. As long as the protagonist showed his domineering aura and showed his powerful strength, these people would worship him and become the protagonist's younger brother or thug.

What just made Brian feel funny was that the little duke in front of him obviously wanted to imitate the most commonly used method of subjugation by the protagonists in the novel, but he became a victim of it.

"Under the witness of the gods." Artes looked at Brian, "If you can leave the tavern calmly today, then I will pretend nothing happened."

"What if not?" Brian's obsidian-like bright eyes looked at each other playfully.

"Then I would like to congratulate you." Arthur replied: "If you can't escape, as a half-elf Bryan with both swordsmanship and bravery, your future will serve my Swift family in Thorn Castle, and I will also promise you the honor of knighthood."

As soon as the words were finished, it sounded like a buzzing buzzing in the crowd, and most people looked at the unmoved Brian with envious eyes.

"To be honest, this is indeed a very tempting choice. You really think highly of me, the future Duke." Brian deliberately showed a look of excitement, but there was obvious irony in his words.

"After all, you are an excellent monster hunter. I think this kind of profession is worthy of admiration and respect." Little Duke Artes said to Brian in a praised tone:
"You know, many monsters and nightmares breed in the dark and are instructed by evil forces to endanger the safety of human beings. It is because of adventurers like you who dare to fight monsters, the terrifying monsters in forests and canyons dare to break into human settlements The evil race will gradually decrease, the kingdom needs such talents..."

"That sounds like a double standard." Brian smiled, and then looked at the three knights blocking the door: "That may disappoint you, you are so confident that you can stop me The way to go, the future Duke?"

"It really can't." Artes admitted.

After finishing speaking, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly drew out the long sword at his waist. The fire from the fireplace shone brightly on the sharp blade.

Artes raised the sword above his head, facing everyone, and said loudly:

"I, Artus Swift of the Silver Griffin family, in the name of King West and Duke of Swift, now request your assistance in bringing this half-elf who wantonly slaughtered nobles and commoners within the kingdom to death. Bring him to justice and send him to Thorn Castle to wait for the kingdom's laws to come down."

Artes' words seemed to be some kind of omen, and dozens of long swords were unsheathed in unison in the hall, making pleasant sword sounds.

(End of this chapter)