Chapter 736 Owing a favor

On October 9756, 10 of the Glorious Calendar, at the headquarters of the Fourth Legion, Marquis Rodent looked at the application from the commander of the Fifteenth Army with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"Wright, why do you think our Viscount Qixing wants to garrison this royal capital?"

A mid-level soul knight standing beside him heard Marquis Rodent's question, took the application document, quickly scanned it, and then put the document back on the desk and replied, "Master, this Viscount Qixing likes to study humanities and history, and is also known as the Son of Miracles. I guess he may have discovered some ruins in Geman City."

"What do you think he discovered?" Marquis Rodent leaned back in his chair and asked curiously.

The Soul Intention Intermediate Knight thought for a moment and answered, "Master, it could be a treasure somewhere, or it could be an underground relic somewhere, but it certainly won't be worth that much."

"You are right. If the things you found were of great value, our Viscount Qixing would not hide them. If we were to say who in the Fourth Legion is the best at socializing in a profit-driven way, he would be second to none."

"Master, what you mean is..."

Marquis Rodent looked at Wright who was only talking halfway, shook his head, and said with a smile: "I dare not offend the Duke of Moravia. Besides, the Aix family and the Rodent family have been friends for generations. I don't want to ruin the reputation of my family for a little profit."

"Go tell Viscount Qi Xing that the rest of the Fourth Legion will gradually withdraw from Geman City within half a month."

"Master, do you need me to mention this matter implicitly?" Light, the mid-level Soul Knight, asked in a low voice.

"No need." Marquis Rodent said, "Viscount Qixing is a smart man. He will naturally know why I sent you there. It's better to pretend to be ignorant of some things when you know the truth."

"But, tell him not to make too much noise."

"Yes, master."

The Soul Intent Intermediate Knight Light bowed and saluted, then left the study and headed for the 15th Army’s headquarters.

In the study, Marquis Rodent took out a pile of documents from the space ring, pulled out the document recording the military exploits of the 15th Army, and flipped it open to check. There were only two nobles recorded on it, one was Viscount Qixing Weilin Akers, and the other was Baron Ridge Brian Akers.

"More than 600 military merits. This guy is really powerful, but he is still slightly inferior to the first generation Eagle Earl."

He also checked the military merit statistics of several other armies. Due to the large number of people, the military merit distributed to each noble was much less.

After looking through it, Marquis Rodent put the military record file back into the space ring and began to check the data of casualties of the expeditionary soldiers, the quantity and type of spoils collected, the organization of the surrendered troops and other matters.

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Two hours later, Weilin sent away Marquis Rodent's confidant.

"I owe someone a favor, but I don't know when I will have to repay it." Watching Mitt go away, Weilin sighed and couldn't help but sigh.

Kyle stood behind Weilin and said calmly, "My Lord, I have a feeling that it may not be long before you can repay the favor you owe to Marquis Rodent."

"What's the basis for this?" Weilin turned his head and looked at Kyle, asking curiously.

"Intuition." Kyle answered after hearing this.

"never mind."

Weilin waved his hand and turned to go into the tent.

As time went on, a large number of troops were transferred from the city of German by Marquis Rodent to garrison in other regions.

Half a month later, Weilin stood on the wall of German City, watching the last troop leave, preparing to take action tonight to "take out" that demiplane to avoid any more trouble.

Late at night, the huge palace was surrounded by thousands of soldiers. Greg's Fourth Battalion and Imogen's Fifth Battalion, with more than 5,000 people, were guarding outside the palace walls, prohibiting all outsiders from approaching the palace.

Inside the palace, more than 3,000 men from the Ice Sword Battalion patrolled around the Carax Palace, guarding the perimeter and strictly enforcing Verin's orders, not even a fly was allowed to enter the palace.

Inside the Carax Palace, Weilin asked the guards to guard outside the door and only took Kyle into the palace.

Weilin did not tell anyone about the demiplane, not even Kyle. The fewer people who knew about this, the better.

Under Kyle's gaze, Weilin first activated his perception to explore the surrounding situation. After making sure that no one was secretly monitoring him, he cast the [Wood Heart Channel] to inject magic power into the plant, allowing it to grow downwards.

Ten minutes later, when the passage touched a barrier, Weilin stopped transmitting magic power, opened the leaves at the top, and crawled in.

Seeing this, Kyle followed his master into the passage.

Walking along the spiral passage, Weilin looked at the dots of light on the inner wall of the plant and felt very calm.

Ten minutes later, after passing through the rock wall, the two arrived 150 kilometers underground of the palace.

Standing in the room made of plant inner walls, Weilin looked at the magic barrier still working under his feet, and for a moment he didn't know how to break it.

At the same time, Kyle stared at the magic circle under his feet and was shocked.

Whether it is the Kingdom of Ansa, the Kingdom of Geman, or the continent of Nangeshia, or perhaps the entire Metagea plane, there is no trace of the existence of magic.

It is hard to believe that there are traces of magic underground. What is even more surprising is that our master could find this place so accurately.

"How is it? Can you break it?" Weilin looked at Kyle with anticipation in his eyes.

Kyle knocked on the magic barrier with his hand and said uncertainly: "Master, let me try mine."

"It's okay, take your time." Weilin said softly, and then the Viscount walked to the side, knocked on the inner wall of the plant, causing it to grow a recliner, and then lay down on it without hesitation, waiting for Kyle to break the magic barrier.

Seeing his master's actions, Kyle was no longer surprised. He sat cross-legged on the magic barrier, tentatively transmitting magic power, and began to study how to break the magic barrier.

I don't know how long it took, but after trying hundreds of times, I finally broke the magic barrier on the 366th attempt.

Looking at the second layer of magic barrier, Kyle rubbed his swollen head and continued his research.

With the experience of breaking the first layer of magic barrier, it only took a dozen attempts to break the next three layers of magic barrier.

After breaking the last layer of magic barrier, Kyle sat on the rock wall, preparing to recover his magic power first.

At this moment, Weilin was sleeping soundly on the recliner.