Dragon Contract God

The Duke of Layton was a handsome old man with short silver-white hair, a pair of pure blue eyes, a resolute face, a tall stature, and a restrained iron-blooded look in his expression.

He met Moller alone in a small conference hall, wearing a pair of brown leather trousers, black short leather boots, and a simple loose white shirt.

Although before meeting the Duke of Layton, Moller still had some arrogant thoughts in his heart and didn't intend to get close to the Duke, but after meeting the real person, he still couldn't help but feel a little nervous——Duke Langton and his Zhenhai knights Like the head of the regiment, Puxiu, he is a magic warrior with 9th-level strength. However, unlike Puxiu, who is purely powerful, he also has a noble aura unique to those who have been in the top position for a long time. Even if he does nothing, he sits silently. There, it can also give great pressure to those who see him.

Of course, Moller just felt a little nervous, and this emotion would not affect his actions. After all, not only was he once a ninth-level powerhouse, but he had also seen many existences that were stronger than the ninth-level powerhouses. Naturally, it will not be lost because of this.

"I heard from Mephisto, you brought me a letter of trust?" Duke Layton said straight to the point.

Moller was thinking about how to solve this problem, and when he heard what he said, he immediately took out the letter from the magic bag. The letter was packed in a rectangular sealed leather envelope covered with dark green magic patterns, and there was a piece in the center of the front. Moller put the red sealing clay that had rubbed the seal on the long table in front of the Duke of Leiden.

In the darkness, a figure that Moller hadn't noticed before suddenly came out. This was a thin black-haired man with a messy beard and a pale face. Without saying a word, he took out a little finger-thick A short green wand that cast a test spell on the letter Moller took out.

The magical rays of different colors burst out from the tip of the wand, and Moller couldn't help but raise his eyelids slightly. In just a few seconds, this man released more than a dozen test magics in succession, most of which he completely I don't know—I'm afraid that only a noble family with a long history will have such a magician who specializes in testing the safety of items!

Although there are also convenient magic communicators that can be used to communicate over long distances, these voice or image connections are also likely to be faked or tampered with through magic, and there is a certain risk.Therefore, when conveying important information, many nobles still choose to send letters.

Physical letters can carry magic power, and some magic applied to the letters can effectively prevent the letters from being damaged and tampered with, and there are often magic contracts on the letters, which are more practical for the recipient.

After finishing the test and confirming that there was nothing wrong with the letter, the black-haired man bowed slightly to Duke Layton, and disappeared into the darkness again, without looking at Moller from the beginning to the end.

Only then did Duke Leiden pick up the letter, and took off a silver ring from his left index finger. There was a flat surface on the ring, which exactly matched the rubbing marks on the sealing clay. After pressing on it, the dark green pattern on the envelope seemed to come alive, swimming around the surface of the envelope, and then getting into the envelope one after another.

The envelope was opened, and inside was a piece of clean white parchment with green ink on it as new. Moller suspected that there was nothing on the letter before the Duke of Layton opened the letter with a ring. The dark green patterns drilled into it constituted the content of the letter.

The Duke of Layton quickly finished reading the letter. While folding the letter paper and holding it in his hand, he raised his eyes and looked at Moller seriously for the first time.

Moller had been standing at the side of the long table in the conference room, about two meters away from the Duke of Layton who was sitting on top of him. He didn't show the slightest discomfort, as if the environment he was in was nothing special.At this time, facing the gaze of Duke Layton, he raised the corner of his mouth and showed a friendly but not humble smile.

The Duke of Layton looked at Moller for a while, and then laughed inexplicably, and said, "Young Mephisto, you have learned how to bargain with me."

As he spoke, he looked at the letter in his hand again, seemed to think for a few seconds, then raised his head and said to Mo Le: "Mephisto said in the letter, you are an enchanter with great potential, I hope you stay in Baron Barton has used some resources in my hands to increase his strength for a period of time. What do you think of this?"

Moller was a little surprised when he heard it. He didn't expect Mephisto to mention this in his letter, but it was reasonable after thinking about it—since they became Cooperative ally, then Mephisto naturally hopes that he can have stronger abilities to increase his own strength.

In addition, in Moller's view, the more important thing is that the detached Duke of Layton has always been in a neutral attitude. Mephisto couldn't let him support him rashly, so he asked him to cultivate the special one he sent. People, if the Duke of Layton accepts it, then he is tantamount to expressing his position in favor of the Rose family in a disguised form.This is probably why Duke Leighton said that Mephisto was bargaining with him.

It took a few seconds for Mole to understand the reason, so he said with a smile: "If His Excellency the Duke does not object, of course I will be more than happy to do so."

The Duke of Layton nodded when he heard the words, and said very readily: "Then you can stay. I will write you a letter of recommendation to let you join the enchanter organization in Baron Barton City, and you can enjoy some resources first, but How much you can achieve in the end depends on yourself.”

Seeing that Duke Layton had no intention of saying anything else, Moller left.When he walked out of the conference room, he was still in a daze. He didn't expect things to change so quickly. Next, he will improve himself in this bustling city. The opportunity is so rare that he must seize it!

When Mo Le left the meeting room, the butler who had led him had disappeared. Fortunately, he knew the direction, and there were many guards standing guard along the way who could ask for directions, so it was not difficult to find the way back.But when he turned around a corridor, he heard Madam Milian's mournful voice right in front of him. She said, "I can't believe he did it. It's impossible!"

Moller didn't stop to listen to a few more words about his secret intentions, so he had already turned the corner after these words. In the corridor ahead were Mrs. Miriam and a girl in a goose-yellow gauze dress and a pearl headdress. People stopped talking when they heard the footsteps, and Mrs. Miriam, who had red eyes, quickly covered herself with the feather fan in her hand.

"Who are you? I don't know you, why are you here?" The girl asked Mole, who came over, cautiously.

Moller stopped, looked at her with a slight frown and said, "I am the mercenary who escorted Madam Miriam to Baronbottom City. I have just been summoned by the Duke. Madam Miriam should recognize me."

Madame Miriam naturally recognized Moller, and although she didn't raise her face to speak, she whispered something to the girl, and the girl dispelled her doubts, and said to him indifferently: "Then you should leave as soon as possible, don't stay in the castle. Walk around."

Unintentionally fussing with the noble girl, Mo Le nodded and left, but he didn't notice that when the two passed by, the girl was holding her chest as if she had been scalded by something, with an unbelievable look on her face. There was a flash in her eyes, she was stunned for a second, she couldn't help but turned her head to look at Moller who had already walked past, and then turned to look at Mrs Miriam who was still wiping her tears with her head down, she opened her mouth to say something, but in the end she couldn't bear it. Living.

Not to mention that Moller went back and told other people that she was going to stay in Baron Button City. The girl walked with Mrs. Miriam in the garden for a while, talking and laughing to make Mrs. Miriam happy, until her emotions fluctuated too much. Mrs. Milian left after she was a little tired, and each left with her personal maid.

"Where is my mother?" After parting, the girl put away her smile, and only then did she show some anxiety. She walked quickly and asked her personal maid.

"The Duchess is in the piano room on the third floor." The ordinary-looking maid was not low in quality, and she immediately gave the answer, so the girl walked up to the third floor, and did not knock on the door outside a room where the sound of the jingle was heard. He pushed the door open and went in.

There are several exquisite harps decorated with precious stones in the room. A woman with black hair curled up and a pair of beautiful green eyes is sitting in front of a harp and playing. She was a little angry when someone suddenly disturbed her. But seeing that it was his daughter who came in, he showed a soft smile.

"Rosalie, why are you so anxious?" Seeing that the girl sent away the maid as if she had urgent matters to discuss with herself, she asked inexplicably.

Rosalie took out a pendant from her chest. It was a black spar pendant. There was a small giant dragon wrapped around the spar, and it seemed that the spine was pressed down by the spar. She couldn't believe it when she held the pendant. Said in a calm tone: "It has reacted to mother, just now, when facing a mercenary who escorted Milian, it reacted!"

"Ah!" The woman let out an exclamation of surprise and joy: "Is it true?"

"It's true, I was burned by it!" Rosalie unbuttoned her skirt, a dragon-shaped red mark appeared on her snow-white skin, it seemed to be caused by something hot just now, but it was not serious. Does not leave scars.

"It's true!" The last bit of doubt disappeared, and the woman showed an ecstatic expression.

Rosalie said with some expectation and some confusion: "What should we do?"

The woman looked at the red marks and said: "Although thousands of years have passed, the magic power of the Dragon Control Stone has weakened to the extreme, and we cannot make a detailed judgment for us, but judging from the reaction, this is definitely a giant beast above rank 9." Dragon! That mercenary is so lucky that he got a giant dragon as a monster. Pay attention and find an opportunity to lure him to the underground temple! God bless you, the opportunity we Minoans have been waiting for for thousands of years has arrived!"