Chapter 501 Casimir Organization—August Moravia
With the official opening of the teleportation array, Weilin finally had the long-awaited leisure time.
Without the bother of nobles or the worries of affairs, Weilin lay comfortably under the warm sun in the inner city of Star-Moon Castle, enjoying the leisurely time and relieving his mental fatigue.
"Sha"
The mutated griffon lay obediently next to its owner, chirping happily from time to time, then turning over to bask in its belly.
On the training ground not far away, Serafina was dressed in a maid uniform and rigorously and conscientiously served as the training instructor for the three Fire Dragon Knights.
She held a long whip in her hand, with a serious expression, and shouted loudly from time to time, scaring the three of them into silence.
As night fell, Weilin lay on the bed after enjoying his dinner, quietly waiting for the guidance of fate to come.
“Shasshasha”
The mutated griffon star was lying in front of the window, shouting in a low voice with some dissatisfaction.
Weilin patted his head, sat up from the bed, picked up the half bottle of sparkling wine next to him, slowly poured it into the bowl, and then brought it to the window.
“Shasshasha”
The mutant griffin screamed happily, biting the bowl and left the window sill excitedly.
"What a little drunkard."
Weilin shook his head helplessly, returned to the bed with a smile and continued to lie down.
Time passed slowly like water, and soon it was eight o'clock in the evening.
[Six months later, a demonic natural disaster will break out in the Rafah Province of the Kube Kingdom. 】
"Rafa Province, I remember this province is close to the natural elf kingdom of Ayres." Verin opened his eyes, looked at the roof, and murmured to himself.
If the demonic natural disaster spreads, the Kube Kingdom will bear the brunt, and the Ayers Natural Elf Kingdom will not be able to escape.
After thinking for a moment, with his current vision, he could not find any clues about this matter. Maybe this demonic natural disaster was the trigger of another incident.
Then Verin put the incident behind him and went to sleep.
Three days later, Weilin ended his leisure time and continued to practice hard according to the training plan specified by Kyle, striving to become a soul knight as soon as possible.
After devouring the three gray crystals he obtained last time, Weilin obviously felt that his cultivation was easier.
If the speed of absorbing magic energy in the air was 1 before, it is now 1.05, which is significantly faster.
Time flies by, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.
In early July, Weilin began to write invitations, inviting friends and some elders he had known over the years to attend his wedding.
……
In a hotel in Xicheng District of Qixing City, a middle-aged man was lying on the bed, closing his eyes to rest.
After a while, two young men pushed open the door and entered the room.
Hearing the sound, the middle-aged man sat up, looked at the two returning followers, and asked, "How is the situation?"
"Master, everything is normal in the city and there are no traces of organized activities." The black-haired young man replied respectfully.
"I don't have much time. If I can't cause some trouble for the organization, I may not be able to leave the West Napus subcontinent alive." The middle-aged man looked gloomy and his tone was very low.
"Master, do you really have to see Viscount Qi Xing?" The blond young man asked boldly with worry on his face.
The middle-aged man rarely became angry and explained to his slave: "There is no way, this is the easiest way to survive. If you choose other ways, it will take more time."
"However, I don't have much time. Once the [curtain] covering my soul dissipates, my traces will be exposed. The curse that points directly to the soul will undoubtedly lead to my death with my current strength."
"Master, what should we do next?" The black-haired young man asked with worry on his face.
The middle-aged man carefully took out his life cards. The sixty-four life cards seemed to be shining with mysterious light, and he solemnly placed them on the table one by one.
He concentrated on it, took out one, used his magic power to carve his name on it, and then placed it firmly in the east direction.
Immediately afterwards, he took out another card and wrote the four words "Viscount Qixing", as if giving this card a sacred mission, and placed it in the north direction.
After completing all this, the middle-aged man placed the remaining sixty-two cards between the two life cards like a puzzle.
The scene in front of them was like a mysterious picture. The black-haired young man and the blond-haired young man silently retreated behind their masters, for fear that their presence would interfere with the trajectory of their destiny.
The middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly, placed one hand gently on the life tablet with his name on it, and pressed the top of his head with the other hand to start the ceremony.
As the ceremony started, the middle-aged man's silver hair gradually glowed with white light.
A bright golden thread is like a smart elf, quietly starting from the life card with the name of the middle-aged man written on it, passing through the thirteen life cards, like a golden stream of light, and finally reaching the life card with Viscount Qi Xing written on it. above.
The next moment, the middle-aged man opened his eyes, but his body was a little shaky.
The two servants were so worried that they quickly stepped forward to help their master.
The middle-aged man coughed a few times and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Twenty years of life is worth it for a foolproof result."
In order to avoid the organization, he had to bet his own life and explore this perfect method from the mysterious destiny.
These thirteen life cards are his way to survive. As long as he completes the key events above, he can avoid the organization's strict surveillance and leave the West Napus subcontinent.
In the next three days, the middle-aged man followed the instructions on the life card and completed the thirteen key events one by one, walking on thin ice.
With each completed item, he gets closer to his goal.
Finally, armed with a secret brewing recipe, he arrived at the Adventure Tavern at three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Sir, what do you need?"
Following the guidance of the fortune card, the middle-aged man replied: "I have a secret brewing recipe here, and I hope to sell it to your boss."
"Secret recipe for brewing?"
A voice came from behind the middle-aged man.
According to the record on the fortune card, as long as you hear a voice from behind while selling the secret recipe for brewing, and look back, the first person you see will be the target person.
The middle-aged man turned around as prompted, and his eyes fell on the black-haired young man who appeared in front of him, with curiosity written all over his face.
Next to the black-haired young man, there was a blond young man with a calm face, who was obviously the black-haired young man's entourage.
"How much do you charge for your secret brewing recipe?" Seeing that the other party was in a daze, Weilin asked proactively.
"One hundred gold coins." The middle-aged man reported the price.
"Do you have any other requests?" Weilin looked at the other person up and down and asked bluntly.
The middle-aged man obeyed the instructions on the sign and replied with a smile: "Can I be alone with you for a while?"
Upon hearing this, Verin suddenly became interested and immediately ordered the tavern manager to prepare the room.
Seeing that his goal was achieved, the middle-aged man was relieved and followed Weilin into the room.
Kyle entered the room last, closed the door gently, and stood aside like a sculpture, staring at the other party.
