Blood of Mercury

Farina! Farina!

Orwell felt that the world in front of him was bright.

His breathing was rapid, his palms were sweating, and his heart was beating fast, causing his skin to vibrate together.

His fingertips trembled slightly, he stumbled while walking, and when he went downstairs, he almost slipped and fell—it was only then that the cold sweat that broke out calmed him down.

It was an indescribable joy. A scalding heat flowed down his back, flowing backwards from his tail back to the back of his neck, giving him a tingling pleasure like an electric current.

When he went downstairs, he had already quickly rehearsed in his mind what the scene would be like when he and Farina met for the first time. Every emotion, every gesture of hers emerged in Orwell's imagination. Wounded, cursed, old, spirited, fanatical... any possibility crossed Orwell's mind.

The only thing in common is that he will never hurt Farina. He didn't care what Farina became.

The fragrance of Farina's hair brushing her cheeks, the softness of her body, and the soft, subtle smile that always hung on her lips made Orwell unforgettable in his life. She was the first person Orwell had ever liked in his life, and the only one he had ever really pursued. Just thinking of the memories of getting along with Farina makes me feel extremely sweet. Thinking of the meeting after a few years, excitement, excitement and unease stirred in Orwell's heart.

But when he reached the door of the study, he couldn't help but hesitate.

The tip of his right finger just put it on the handle, but it "cracks" as if hit by an electric current.

Orwell's fingertips trembled slightly... Eventually he slowly retracted his hand.

Fearing that Farina inside hears her own voice or the shadow cast from the door finds her own existence. Orwell tiptoed back two steps, trying his best to suppress his heavy breathing, leaning against the wall and breathing very slowly, adjusting his breathing.

He stood quietly at the door of the study. He gently shook his right hand firmly in front of him, and silently drove away the waiters around him. Those waiters and maids also nodded heartily, and silently ran to the side with small steps.

After Orwell watched everyone leave his field of vision, he stretched out his hand and held down his heart that was about to jump out. Let the external pressure make it jump as slowly as possible, and then a little slower.

He breathed silently for about ten seconds. Orwell gradually calmed down.

With slightly trembling fingers, he took out the small transparent bottle from his arms, lest the contents spilled out, he slowly opened the stopper.

After encountering the air, the transparent and colorless liquid inside quickly turned into a gorgeous golden viscous liquid, and concentrated at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the concentration increases, the color becomes darker. It turned into a syrupy amber color in three or four seconds.

Orwell hesitated, then swallowed half of it without hesitation, then carefully put the stopper back on.

It was an alchemical mixture called Potent Charm Potion, a gift from the old man who lived in his house.

Orwell, of course, found someone to do the experiment. Even if you only eat a little bit, you will have a very obvious charm bonus when communicating with people. If you eat half a bottle, it is almost equal to the constant friendship and goodwill charm.

It was because Orwell needed this thing that he took in the old man.

He asked someone to investigate. The old man under the pseudonym "Edward" was actually an astrology wizard. His real name was Tanas, a harmless wizard.

According to Orwell's investigation, "Edward" is a real wizard of the learned kind, with less than five lives in his hands. Not to mention the standard of a wizard, it is too weak and kind to the standard of a normal gold-level powerhouse.

Such an old wizard, defecting to Orwell's side to avoid the gods' behavior is quite in line with his identity.

After all, Orwell is one of the few heretical aristocrats who does not exclude wizards. Because of his rebellious romance with Farina, his communication with Baita is definitely not small.

As an earl, Orwell certainly doesn't think wizards are evil like the fools do. Pastors are fools. After all, the druids showed the information to the people at the bottom. If even a powerful earl didn't know the hidden truth, then Caral held a jujube pill.

In Karal, even more than 80% of the people do not believe that there are gods in this world. In their view, priests are all fanatical fools or liars who believe in the devil. These guys are equally evil as wizards, but one has the power to heal and the other has the power to kill, and there is no difference in it. .

If there is a **** in this world, then punish those Druids first? Druids believe in nature, fight for the harmony of the world, and derive magic from the divine power flowing from the earth. If there really are gods in this world, then let them punish the earth?

That's why it's hard for priests to break into Caral anyway. There are two problems priests can't solve - one is that their history is too much shorter than that of the Douids, and the other is that they can't prove the sanctity of their gods.

No matter how they preached the mighty power of the gods, they were indeed unable to perform powerful divine arts in this enchantment. A Bronze rank druid can hang a silver rank cleric, which proves their weakness and incompetence.

They can't even prove the existence of gods. Because of the shielding of the Great Barrier, the gods couldn't see what their followers were doing, and they couldn't pass on what they said.

A more serious problem is that the gods cannot prevent the druid from obtaining magic. Their priests can't crusade druids either. This behavior itself is tantamount to declaring that the existence of druids is permitted by the world - and the truth is that there is no such thing as a druid in the rules they have.

Among all the gods, there is not a single priesthood directly related to abundance, earth, and harvest. Because the part of the authority they got at the beginning was incomplete.

Self-proclaimed gods can't prove their sanctity and authority in heretical lands—and that alone would prevent the sensible and mature Kalars from believing in the existence of gods. Even if they acknowledge the existence of gods. It is also just respected as a strong man instead of belief.

Only in the depths of Kalar, in those deserted and closed villages, could there be a temple of a certain god. These deep temples are to cultivate a group of Kalar priests to prepare for the war that may occur in the future.

Like Marco.

He is a very typical Caral priest. Although I believe in gods. But he was also despised by the gods and hated by his colleagues because of the blood flowing on his body. These Kalar priests will try to stay in the closed mountains, cutting off any contact with the outside world as much as possible, so as to make them lose their sense of belonging to Kalar.

Their use is to infiltrate the Kalar's army in future holy wars. After all, in this exclusive and closed country, it is really difficult for people from other countries to break in.

But that was just a "planned war". It is still difficult for the two sides to really fight.

After all, priests and Templars couldn't really enter Caral, and the cursed Druid couldn't go head-to-head with the gods - it was this awkward situation that kept the peace between the two. There is no way that Karal can be safely surrounded by the sphere of influence of the gods.

Banza really called. However, without a spellcaster, they were basically wiped out after the Druids and Druids smashed them with a few magical spells... But when King Banza wanted to send clerics to assist in the crusade, because of Stiff relationship with Thiel without moving.

But although the Kalars were basically invincible, the Druids did not forget the oath they made when they were defeated.

They cannot confront the pastors head-on. Once contacted, it is bound to fail.

Facing the army of the gods, they can only resist with the army of mortals. The good news is that some Druids are no longer bound by the oath of the year because of the deliberate distinction between druids and bards over the years.

This is also a secret that very few people know in Caral. And this is also the confidence that Orwell dared to accept Tanas.

They are not delusional.

If the armies of the gods come over. It just gave them a chance to give them a chance to get down.

Although the Druids may not be bound by the oath in the future, the only time they can really play their role is when they use this strange soldier for the first time.

If you use them when the gods are in full swing. It will definitely give the gods a thunderous blow.

...of course, provided that they do a good job and don't make a sneak attack. After all, the number of Druids is scarce and their status is high, and it is difficult to incorporate them into the regular army, and they can only act as special teams.

In the face of an army without any spellcasters, whether it is revitalizing thorns, wild feast, poisonous swamp, or the force of nature, they can be easily wiped out. From the very beginning of its creation, the Druid intended to achieve an individual versus the army. Now, this goal is about to be initially completed.

The Kalars now need a chance to fight back. They need a hearty victory to tell the world that the Caralans are up—

Since the plan is to stand up, there is no chance that the effect of hitting them will be stronger than when the gods have just finished their crusade against the White Pagoda and their morale is at its peak.

Even if the druids broke them, the druids couldn't chase them out of the bounds after all - they didn't even need to cross the border, as long as they left the city, entered the outer wilderness, and left the priests and Templars of the Great Barrier. They can use magic as normal.

This is also the reason why the Circussafin Black Gang is very hateful but there is no way to punish it. It is very troublesome for ordinary people to deal with these gangs of priests, and once the Druid leaves the scope of the Great Enchantment. What will be ushered in will be a fair battle without any enchantment assistance. For the druids who can destroy thousands of people in a small group within the barrier, even if one person exchanges five Circussafin Black Gangs, it is a loss that can no longer be lost.

In fact, Orwell had his reasons for letting "Edward" stay here.

He actually wanted someone to secretly spread the news that the old wizard on the wanted list was in Richero.

With the Marquis of Saya, even if a wizard came to rescue "Edward", Orwell could find a way to stabilize him. If there are really knights to crusade him, Orwell can make a plan. Let them jump in on their own. With just a little provocation, the conflict will be intensified.

Then Orwell could kill him and hide while he was at the university, and then claim to the temple that he didn't see these people—

This kind of open-eyed nonsense can easily anger the gods. If only they had sent the Templars to attack Orwell. The blighters will silently kill them. Throwing corpses in the wild, and then letting them "accidentally dig" them to prove their innocence.

Then, war can easily break out. When the Templars came over and the war really began, Orwell would be able to retire.

Wait until the armies of the gods have routed Kalar's vanguard. When the pressure came over, Orwell could use the Druid to knock them down in one breath. Let the blighters quietly bury their corpses.

When the news spreads again, they have to fight if they want to, or they have to fight if they don't want to.

Although Orwell can ride, shoot, equestrian, and even a little bit of swordsmanship, he is still a pure manager in essence. A noble nobleman, not a warrior.

Earl Orwell did not realize how many lives his plan would cost. All he knew was that it would bring honor to the family, and that it would bring Kalar many benefits for generations to come. For Orwell, that was enough.

After waiting quietly for three minutes, Orwell felt the effect of the medicine come up. The dizzy feeling filled his mind, Orwell seemed to feel some invoices in his body, and his fingers trembled even more. Vision also began to blur.

Fooled - may also have been packaged...

Anyway, this is definitely not a potent charm potion.

By the time Orwell realized this, his body was already starting to get out of control, and his mouth was murmuring something strange unconsciously. Orwell felt like he had just entered a ball of marshmallows, and accidentally mixed his left foot with his right, almost falling to the ground. Before that, his body had already smashed on the door.

There was a sound of stepping inside soon.

Orwell stared at the door with a blushing face, but the person who appeared at the end made him feel a lot of cold in his heart.

— Not Farina.

Farina's temperament should be gentle, kind, and gentle, not cold like flowing mercury. Thick as blood.

"…"

Just as Orwell opened his mouth to speak, his mouth moved, but nothing came out.

"Lord Count, I introduce myself..."

The black-robed man standing in front of him was only halfway through his words, and the face of the black-robed druid was a drastic change!

boom!

The sound of flames blowing came. Before hearing the sound, Roland quickly turned around to avoid it, but in the end, a stream of fire pierced through his left shoulder, and through the burnt and curled surface, he could even see a pair of them.

He clutched his shoulders tightly, his face pale and his whole body trembling with pain.

His blood bar went down by a third at once. This is not a lot, you must know that Roland has first-class resistance to high temperature.

It was undoubtedly the Earl of Orwell who made this attack.

What shocked Roland even more was the Earl of Orwell.

His chest and abdomen were like being hit by a high-temperature fireball. His stomach, liver, and most of his lungs were almost completely evaporated. Looking through the burnt-hole chest cavity, his heart was slightly scorched.

He raised his face and fell on the corridor opposite the study, his eyes widened and his mouth opened wide.

The reason why he was so far away from Roland was because of the recoil of the magic cannon rushing out of his stomach.

Otherwise, he should be lying at the door.

"Don't move!"

"People inside! Don't move!"

But at this moment, the housekeeper's shout came, without the previous panic and shrinking.

Tapping and stepping, the sound of large footsteps came from not far away. Roughly speaking, there are about forty or fifty people, all of them are good players.

Roland immediately understood his current situation.

_I was framed by someone!

This is a set! Set with an earl as bait!

Maybe that earl is already dead, UU reading www. uukanshu.com only exploded in front of Roland...

However, when Roland told people, "I'll just stand at the door and your master will blow himself up." Who would believe it?

The evidence is solid, the scene is very clear, and there is no more sophistry.

Looking at the signal flares rising outside and the guards quickly gathering over, Roland's heart was calm, and he even wanted to laugh.

Not bad. But it was useless to Roland.

"Just because of these people, you want to stop me?"

Roland showed a stern smile. (To be continued.)

PS: Today's plot is not very easy to dismantle... I will combine two in one

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