Demon Royal Family

The starry night fills the sky.

Baron Bray was standing on the balcony with a glass of red wine, looking down at the city, but his mind had long been far away.

Three days ago, the knight team he sent out to track Ivo lost contact, which made him very angry. He felt that it must be Ivo who did it, and it was very likely that the knight team had been wiped out.

He spent a total of tens of millions of Benas on the Cavaliers, and it was just gone.

"Waste heretic." Baron Braley cursed in a low voice.

He is bound to get the treasure map, Baron Braley thought to himself, and his subordinates reported that Ivo is about to leave Braley Territory, but he is not in a hurry. He is going to ask the lords of several nearby territories to help. Although it will cost some money, but The price is worth it for the treasure map.

"The treasure map will definitely be mine in the end." Baron Braley smiled coldly. Odin Continent was his home turf. This country bumpkin from the Hokuriku could not escape from his grasp. He took a sip of red wine and frowned. , the taste is not very good.

The butler said this was the best red wine, and he seemed to have been deceived. Baron Bray shook his head, put down the glass, and was not going to drink any more.

Suddenly, Baron Bray had abdominal cramps and a burning pain in his throat. The pain spread rapidly. He suddenly covered his neck and coughed violently. His face gradually turned red and he was almost suffocating.

Baron Bray stared at the red wine glass on the table, and a thought flashed through his mind.

"poisonous……"

Blood overflowed from Baron Braley's mouth, and he fell slumped, his godless eyes full of unwillingness.

I still have a lot of things I haven’t gotten yet, how could I die...

Treasure Map……

Who wants to kill me?

The thoughts were fleeting, and darkness engulfed his consciousness.

Baron Bray, poisoned.

The assassin, dressed in workman's uniform, slipped through the back door of the manor's kitchen.

…

Augos Song City, the royal capital of the Odin Empire, is magnificent and resplendent with an aura of luxury everywhere.

In the inner cabinet of the palace, Odin's "King's right hand" and Speaker of the Great Council Murbach was giving instructions on the imperial internal affairs report sent by the inner cabinet ministers.

Odin's "King's Right Hand" is equivalent to the Prime Minister, in charge of the internal affairs and administration of the empire, and the "King's Left Hand" is equivalent to the Grand Marshal, commanding the army.

The prime minister has great power. He handles the king's internal affairs, is directly responsible to the king, leads the cabinet, and serves as one of the eleven presidents of the Great Council. Murbach's title is marquis, but even if the duke meets him, he will be polite. Angry.

The affairs of the huge empire were trivial. Murbach had already approved hundreds of documents from morning to now. He rubbed his brows and felt a little tired. He was over sixty years old and his physical strength could not keep up. He decided to finish the next document. Go home, rest, and let the Cabinet handle the rest.

However, this document caught Murbach's attention.

This is the death list of the lords of various provinces in the empire. More than twenty nobles died, 80% of whom were assassinated, and Baron Braley was among them.

"The brotherhood is getting more and more rampant." Prime Minister Murbach's face twitched.

The Minister of the Interior next to him solemnly said: "The bounties placed on nobles in the Brotherhood are usually very high. We cannot let this situation continue. If every citizen can assassinate officials by paying the bounty, the future of the empire will be gloomy."

Prime Minister Murbach snorted: "These civilians who are never satisfied are like disgusting goblins. Human desires are an abyss that can never be filled. Learning to compromise is the basis of being a human being. Unfortunately, civilians are only greedy."

The Minister of the Interior Cabinet said: "We need to change our attitude towards the Brotherhood. The wooing we have been doing has not had much effect. They abide by the damn so-called charter and do not accept the control of any force."

"The Brotherhood is a dangerous dagger. If it cannot be used by the empire, just break it." Muhlbach said coldly: "The times are different now. The blood clan has been naturalized and the world is at peace. Let these assassins exist. , is a violation of order."

"Prime Minister, do you mean to activate the backup plan?"

Mulbach nodded, "You go visit the Toledo family and make an appointment with the fourteen members of the Blood Parliament for me. These old friends from the Brotherhood will accept my advice. You have to let professionals deal with the assassins."

…

In an unknown mysterious place, countless creatures wearing the same style of gray robes gather here. The reason why they are called "creatures" is because this group of people is of mixed races, including almost half of the races, humans, dwarves, elves, Goblins, orcs...even murlocs with brains as big as walnuts are among them.

These people have only one common feature. They stretch out their left hands with their palms open upward. The same red tattoo pattern appears on their palms. It is a thorn-like pattern with an eye in the background.

Thorns cover the eyes.

This is the symbol of the heretical fraternity.

The thorns represent the Holy See, and the eyes represent the people. The meaning is that the secular world is deceived by the Holy See. This is also the creed of the Heretic Cooperation Society, which hates the Holy See and intends to subvert faith and order.

"Only one person from the team sent to stop the Redeemers survived. We should send stronger members."

"We have temporarily lost track of him."

"Walking along the city, you will definitely find him."

"Who wants to go?"

"Well..."

"Mr. Fishman said he won't go."

"Damn fishman language."

"Well, well, well!"

"Mr. Fishman said that you insulted his tradition and he wanted to duel you. He also called you a despicable villain and a piece of rotten dung."

"How can you translate three words in such a long way?!"

Every heretic was a rebellious person, and the scene was as noisy as a vegetable market. At this time, a voice clearly suppressed everyone's voices.

"I go."

The heretics fell silent and looked at the... little girl who walked out of the crowd.

The little girl in gray robe only reached the waist of a normal man. She said coldly: "Tell me if you have any information."

This little girl joined the Heretic Cooperation Society a few years ago. She is very cold and indifferent. No one knows her background. They only know that she is a shaman and her name is Luna.

…

Meeting up with her companions at the border of Brale Territory, Nafi was very dissatisfied with his act of knocking her unconscious, and did not give Ivo a good look along the way. Ivo coaxed him for a long time, and after receiving a big fireball, he could only wait helplessly. Nafi calmed down on her own.

Everyone has their own habits along the way. Nafi likes to read, Barlow likes to clean his sword, Ender likes to train, Hades likes...oh, he doesn't have a "like" mood.

The fights and fights along the way went smoothly in three small towns. The priest was very kind and the tasks given were simple to help the civilians. Ivo liked this kind of dedicated priest, who was very trouble-free.

As he reached the next town, he felt a throbbing in his body, a sign of a loosening of physical boundaries.

This is the opportunity he has been waiting for for almost three years. As long as he breaks through this physical limit, he can become a storm level warrior.

After the transformation, the doubled strength will be closer to that of a tenth level strong person.