After the holy sword is broken

Chapter 59

Alger pushed open a door.

He didn't let the twin maids follow, but explored the mansion alone.The twin maids didn't insist either, as if they were sure that he couldn't leave here, so they were very relieved.

This is the mage tower of the Duke of Iris.

Alger was sure.

Only the mage tower can accommodate so many differences, and only the mage tower can ensure that a sword master cannot escape without being guarded.

And this room—

The light was dim, implying the residual power of the magic ritual, and there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.On the walls and the floor, bloodstains that could not be wiped off could be faintly seen.

Beside the table covered with black cloth, there is an iron frame, on which is bound a... flame bird.

The orange-red feathers are somewhat dim and messy, and the flame of talent has almost been extinguished.The golden-red eyes lost all their spirit, and when they saw Alger, they turned slightly, and let out a weak and mournful cry.

"It's you?" Alger stretched out his hand and lightly touched the flame bird's wings.

He recognized it. It was the flame bird that he tried to escape in Dock Town, but was recaptured by him and handed over to the merchant.

Alger vaguely remembered that at that time, the businessman also mentioned that this was the item that Duke Iris wanted, and it was very valuable.

"If you like it, I can give it to you."

The voice of Duke Iris sounded behind him without warning.

Alger turned around.

"I'm just a prisoner, you don't need to use honorifics for me."

"No, you are the son of prophecy, you are the monarch I believe."

Alger didn't pay attention to this sentence, he took two steps forward: "Speak directly, what do you want to do?"

"I just want to welcome you back. You belong here, not the hypocritical star gods."

Duke Iris smiled kindly.

Fallen?

Or rather, devil worshipers.

"Is it just because of the color? Silver gray is extremely humble in the eyes of the universal, so it looks noble to you? What a boring and groundless judgment."

"No, you can't understand now, your greatness. The so-called 'poetry of truth', their priests, the lackeys of the gods, have confused you and obscured the truth in your eyes."

"So, you killed Fei Luo?" Alger's voice suddenly became lighter, tainted with a strange sense of etherealness.

"Phello?" Who is it.

In a daze before his eyes, Duke Iris realized that he had been lifted up by his neck, his back slammed into the wall, his head was hit hard, and his eyes turned black.

Between suffocation and pain, he finally remembered that some time ago, a small-scale rebellion in the royal city involved the power of the poem of truth, resulting in the death of an executor.

"please calm……"

Alger narrowed his eyes, and the strength in his hand gradually increased.

A strange look suddenly burst out in the eyes of Duke Iris.

With a low hoarse voice, endured the pain of suffocation, and tried to make a coherent pronunciation: "If only my death can calm your anger, then please do it. I can dedicate my life and soul to you, even if it is annihilation. It is also my greatest honor."

The suffocation and oppression made his tone distorted and his voice broken, but the fanaticism in it still couldn't be erased.

Alger let go of his hand, allowing Duke Iris to fall to the ground, and wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes in disgust.

Duke Iris let go of the hand that was quietly behind his back, and in a prone position, he pressed his forehead to Alger's shoe.

"My lord, please believe that I am your most loyal subject."

"No subject will imprison|imprison his monarch."

Alger frowned, pulled out his shoes from under his forehead, and turned to leave the room that smelled of blood.

Chaotic evil people, simply unable to communicate.

Behind him, Duke Iris was still kneeling on the spot, with a strange smile on his lips.

my lord, my king.

You will be free again.A new freedom that I want you to have.

Alger went all over the mansion, but couldn't find any way to leave.

Obviously it looks like an ordinary house, but its windows are fake, its doors are fake, and the sunlight and the garden outside the window are most likely fake.

This place is likely to be an artificially created independent demiplane.

Alger came up with his own hypothesis.

It's tricky.

When a warrior faces a mage, he is already at a disadvantage, not to mention he is now in the opponent's mage tower.

Should we wait and see?

Alger pushed open the door of the room, and he returned to the bedroom he woke up in the morning.

The iron frame on which the Flamingo was restrained had been brought over and placed beside the bed.

Alger closed the door, walked over, and opened the chains that bound the flame bird's feet.The person who sent it over did not leave the key to the chain, and Alger directly destroyed the lock with violence.

The flame bird let out a mournful cry, and fell into Alger's arms.

Alger hugged it, sat on the edge of the bed, and stroked the dim feathers.

"Now, I am like you."

Flamingo huddled in his arms, trembling slightly.

There was a knock on the door.

"Which one?" Alger put away his gentle expression, and the lines on his face became cold again.

The Flamingo was in his arms, trembling more and more, as if it felt cold because of the scarcity of its feathers.

The door was slowly opened.

A strange woman came in.

She was wearing clothes made of tulle, and the innermost part was only a set of simple lining, which barely covered her privacy.The fair and smooth skin is looming under the tulle.

She closed the door, faced Alger's direction, and lowered her head slightly.

"My lord, I am here to serve you by my father's order."

Father?

"Your father is the Duke of Iris?" Argel frowned.

"Yes."

Alger only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze.

Such a dress, the so-called "serving", has obvious meanings.

"No, please go back."

The princess paused for a moment, and instead of leaving, she stepped forward a few steps and came in front of Alger.

The flame bird trembled more and more in Alger's arms, and ran away from his arms with a howl, hiding behind him.

Alger glanced at his empty arms, still lowered his eyes politely, and said to the princess: "Please go back."

The princess suddenly knelt down in front of Alger: "No, please let me stay, if I just go out like this, father will definitely kill me!"

how come?

Alger frowned.

In the human empire, only in the most ignorant and backward places would there be farmers ordering their daughters to serve the distinguished guests passing by.

The Duke of Iris is a hereditary nobleman for many generations, how could he follow such a foolish practice.

"My lord." The princess trembled slightly, pressing her forehead against Alger's knee, "Father...he won't care. After all, the two mothers, and the elder brother, were all sent away by the father himself."

【...The death was very sudden. I didn't hear that he was suffering from any disease before. There was neither war nor assassination. How can I say that he died? He just died? 】

[Is it... the power of the secret technique? 】

The words of the conversation at the ball suddenly jumped into my mind.

Rumor has it that devil worshipers will use their relatives and close friends as sacrifices.The devil harvests the life of the sacrifice, and at the same time, according to the principle of equivalent exchange, gives the sacrificer strength.

This is the most common transaction between the fallen and the abyss.

The crying heard in the illusion seemed to be faintly resounding around, and the windless room suddenly became a little cold.

"grown ups?"

The princess didn't notice Alger's movement for a long time, and tentatively, she put her cheek on the inside of his knee, and slowly moved towards...

Alger stood up suddenly, grabbed the princess's shoulders with both hands, and pushed her back.

"You can rest here for one night first. Tomorrow, I will tell the Duke that I am very satisfied with you. If you are still worried, you can stay with me temporarily."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and left the bed to the lady. He walked to the sofa by himself, found a suitable position, and sat down.Half leaning against the back of the sofa and the armrests, with his arms around him, maintaining a defensive posture, he closed his eyes.

The flame bird that stayed on the bed flapped its sparsely feathered wings, staggered over, and curled up in Alger's arms.

Alger opened his eyes and put it in his arms.

The warm fire attribute energy is passed through the feathers bit by bit.

Closing his eyes again, a pair of sapphire blue eyes appeared in the darkness.

As bright and beautiful as in memory, like full of starlight, it is so affectionate that it makes people fascinated.

Good night, may the goddess of the night and the lord of the two moons protect your dreams.

He said silently in his heart.

Sorry, I didn't come back as promised.

The princess knelt by the bed, looking at him in a daze.After a long time, she slowly got up, and then, tentatively and carefully sat on the edge of the bed.

That adult never opened his eyes to look at her again.

Burgess sat by the window, facing the dark night, frowning and thinking about something.

In his hand, he held a copper button, which was torn from the corner of Alger's clothes.

Should the princess be trusted, or should she investigate alone?

He has always believed that the princess is deep-minded and an extremely unreliable ally.If it was only him, he would definitely not get involved in these partisan disputes.

But Alger has already been involved, it is impossible for him to let this matter develop in an unpredictable direction.

When Alger disappeared, he was accused of being the murderer of the Countess of Lonuo, and the relationship between the church and the royal family became increasingly tense.Coupled with the fact that His Majesty's physical condition is getting worse and worse, the atmosphere in the entire royal city is as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.

The nobles in the royal city began to secretly prepare something.Even those small lords who were a little far away began to move upon hearing the news and mobilize their strength to support their lord at any time.

Burgess had a headache.

He has never cared about these political situations, and only occasionally listens to a few words in noble gatherings.

His identity has never been a politician, but a blacksmith.

As long as he guarantees that the magic weapon he forges is of superior quality, he can enjoy a high status forever.Paying too much attention to politics is not conducive to his making a living under the ruler.

Burgess pressed the warm copper buckle in his hand to his heart.

"so troublesome……"

When things are over, let's stay with Alger in Dock Town.

In fact, the poem of truth is not so annoying.

Wait a minute, it doesn't seem right, what happened to Alger's original sword?