shut up!The palace refuses to flirt!

"Your Excellency feels cold?" The butler was a little surprised, and explained with a little embarrassment: "Maybe...the castle is a little too empty."

"It's okay." Orthea touched Yimo's arm, but there was no special reaction.Ruoyou glanced at the butler as if nothing, hesitated for a while and didn't take out the coat and put it on her, but brought the man to her side instead.The hand hidden under the wide sleeve robe held it, and the gentle light left a warm breath.

Yi Mo pursed his lips, and obediently leaned over, keeping a distance that was just enough not to arouse vigilance but was ambiguous enough, and his heart was filled with joy.

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, turned his head frequently, and doubts flashed in his eyes.

Ortheya remained calm on the face, but sneered in her heart, which was pretty well concealed.

Butler Wilder caught a servant on the way: "Go and inform the Santo lord that a guest from the Royal Academy of Otis is here, and he is still a magician of the light department!"

The male servant bowed in fear and reverence, and hurriedly ran to report the news as ordered.

Orthea glanced at the butler with a half-smile, intertwined fingers with Yimo, and walked gracefully and gently: "Mr. Wilder, I don't think you need to do this."

The butler smiled awkwardly, rubbed his hands together, and his expression was humble and pious. It's really a bit...violent? "The Lord of the City has ordered that if there is anyone who is still willing to come to Tengya City, he must tell the Lord."

"Oh." Orthea replied coldly, not letting him have any more excuses.

The owner of Tengya City is an earl, and he is also an earl with real power, and his status in the Principality of Norton is still very high.And status is always accompanied by money, which is reflected in the decoration of the castle.

The three of them walked all the way. On the ground was the precious Cartesian Warcraft carpet, on the top of the head was a gorgeous and exquisite chandelier, and the surrounding decorations looked rich and powerful.For example, the famous paintings and porcelain that have been handed down, such as the blessed carvings, such as...

Wait, blessing?Orthea glanced at the somewhat familiar thing, raised her eyebrows, the dark light in her eyes flashed, and she chuckled meaningfully.

The butler walked over without squinting. No one noticed that when the elf passed by, the blessed holy stone sculpture emitted a little gleam. Although it looked weak, it also stubbornly expelled the ominous death around it.

After a while, a gray shadow floated over, paused and then left.

In the meeting hall of the City Lord's Mansion, a middle-aged man was walking around anxiously.

"My lord, I think you should calm down." The man dressed as a counselor sat leisurely on a chair, knocking sunflower seeds, extremely relaxed and comfortable.

"Anka." The city lord frowned and couldn't help saying to him: "This is the meeting hall! Be quiet, be quiet! You're eating melon seeds again."

Anka didn't care, he showed a smile: "My lord, relax, it's fine."

"You don't even know what I'm anxious about." The city lord glared at him, and when he was about to continue teaching, he suddenly saw his butler walk in, followed by a... couple?

Oh, forgive the city lord for thinking wrong, the two of them look too close now!

The lord of the city went forward, bowed slightly, and greeted in a suppressed and justly excited tone: "Good day, Your Majesty the Mage, I am Lucius Gerrard, the lord of Tengya City, thank you for coming here .”

"Good day," Orthea nodded, let go of Yimo naturally, and said slightly with the corner of her lips: "It is my honor to be able to provide help for the people of God."

The city lord understood it, and seeing her silver hair and pointed ears longer than humans, he came to a conclusion in his heart—a follower of the goddess of nature.

Thinking of this, he cheered up and became more cautious, who made the goddess of nature and the goddess of light the same.

"Do you need me to do something? Master Mage." The city lord smiled and said, "If I can do it."

"I want to know why the plague happened, when it happened, and who was infected from it."

The city lord looked worried, raised his eyelids, seemed to think about it carefully, and then there was a little sadness in his eyes: "Anka, come on, tell me, that makes me a little sad."

"This is my staff," the city lord pointed to the idle man and introduced: "The fourth-level wind magician Ankat Owen."

"Hello." Orthea shifted her gaze to him, and inexplicable pressure slowly flowed out of her golden eyes.

Anka was nervous for a while, he calmed down, glanced at the city lord, put away his slightly frivolous attitude, and said respectfully: "The plague first spread from the slums, but...we don't know exactly where it came from. When the plague first spread, the city lord invited priests and alchemists to check it, but no one could accurately judge what it was. Until the archbishop of the capital came to check it, he suspected it was the curse of the necromancer."

"Is there any more?" Orthea narrowed her eyes slightly.

Anka shook her head and said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, that's all we can tell you."

Orthea pursed her lips, paused and said, "That's it, send someone to take us to the slums."

A little surprise flashed in the eyes of the city lord. He thought that this girl would ask questions like the saint who came before, but he didn't expect to let them go so easily?

But it was a good thing not to ask, so the city lord immediately called a servant over, and ordered him to lead the way for the two distinguished guests without question.

Yimo didn't miss the fear that flashed in the servant's eyes, and silently approached Orthea and pulled her sleeve, receiving a comforting pat on the head.

Under pressure, the male servant had no choice but to respectfully accept this task that made him unable to bear the fear.

"Sir, please come with me."

Orthea was noncommittal, bowed her head and said something in Yimer's ear, then walked away with a snort.

Yi Mo raised his eyebrows and hurried to catch up: "Are you serious?"

"Not sure." The elf didn't turn his head, "Those dragons... never mind, you'll know when the time comes."

"So tell me what to do now." Yi Mo bent his lips helplessly, rolled his eyes and immediately went up to grab her sleeve with a smile, "Do you want to know why I did that at noon?"

Orthea had an intuition that she might not want to face this question, so she said, "Now, let's go to the slums first, and then go back and talk about it?"

There was a smile that couldn't be concealed in Yi Mo's eyes, she said with a smile: "Okay, as long as you are willing to face it."

Ortheya thought for a while, not sure if she had offended this guy who was always secretly poking at her belly recently, so she just glanced at her lightly: "We'll talk about it when we go back."

As a small city like a transportation hub, Tengya City is very inconspicuous compared to the super-large cities like Liberty City, but it can be regarded as one of the largest cities on the road from the Principality of Norton to the Empire of Teeth. one.The flow of people and the number of people are naturally an important criterion for evaluation. It is natural to imagine how many people will gather in the slums of such a big city.

The male servant brought them to the vicinity of the slums, and he was unwilling to leave even before the separation line was approached. Orthea didn't force him, and casually threw him a gold coin as a reward. Walk to the conspicuous yellow isolation line.

The male servant kept bowing and thanking behind him: "Thank you, generous lord."

"Don't you think there is something wrong with the City Lord's Mansion?" Yimo approached Althea and whispered when there was no one around.

"Isn't that obvious?" The elf gave her a strange look. "You're not sure yet?"

"Ah, really," Yi Mo curled her lips and complained in a low voice, "I'm just saying, how could it be possible to feel cold for no reason?"

Orthea smiled: "That's death energy, which is different from devil energy. In other words, there is at least one necromancer hidden in the City Lord's Mansion."

"At least?" Yi Mo raised his eyebrows in shock.

"The leakage of such a strong death energy can only be concealed by the current situation in Tengya City," Orseya explained lightly, "But there is something strange there, and the purity that only high-level mages can't control Leaked?"

"so what?"

"There are two kinds of situations, one is a necromancer who has been seriously injured, and the other is... wait." Orthea suddenly realized a question, "Can you feel a gray element in the air? ? In the city lord's mansion."

Yi Mo thought for a while, then shook his head.

Orthea hissed, stopped and turned to look in that direction, then glanced at Yimo quietly, and said, "We may be in big trouble, dear."

"He must have done it on purpose!"

"Heh." A meaningful chuckle sounded, but no distinction was made between men and women.In the depths of the city lord's mansion, Count Gerald, the lord of the city who was still entertaining Althea and the others in the hall, is now bowing tremblingly beside a man in black robe. The man's black robe is very wide, making him appear taller. emaciated.His whole body was shrouded in a black robe, and the big hood blocked the prying eyes of others, although no one here dared to look at him squarely.

"My lord." The city lord lowered his head deeply, buried the fear in his eyes deeply, only showing respect and obedience, "Will you...won't cause trouble?"

Gerald felt a cold gaze slipping over him, the hairs on his back were so frightened that they couldn't help but stand on end, and cold sweat almost dripped down.Immediately he knelt down with a plop and said, "Master...Master, please forgive the villain's offense, I...I..."

The man in black laughed again, ignored him, and instead called out, "Kuiqi."

"Wow." A low growl came out, and an unknown black monster came out from the darkness.

The monster walked up to the man in black robe, bent down and rubbed against her feet, but was kicked away, "I seem to have said, don't touch me."

"Aww." The monster howled like aggrieved.

"Oh." The man in black sneered and ignored it, and said in an arrogant voice, "Gerald."

"Yes." The city lord hurriedly responded.

"A genie?"

"Yes, a...silver-haired elf, very special."

"Okay," the man in black nodded, "I see, you can go out."

"My lord..." The city lord hesitated.

The voice of the man in black suddenly turned cold, "Get out!"

"Yes, yes." Gerald quickly fought back.

And the man in black touched the black head that took the opportunity to rub it over, and laughed lowly: "Interesting."