Chapter 263

Four heavily armed soldiers escorted imosen through the passage of the castle.

The long corridor seems to have no end. The sun passes through the narrow breathable grid and prints bright spots on the walls of the corridor, suggesting that it is morning.

Imosen wrapped his clothes tightly. The damp and dark corridor made people cold, and the soldiers beside him couldn't give him any sense of security.

The four soldiers held senleng's long knives and were wrapped in fine iron armor, just like four tall and burly steel monsters. Their heavy footsteps and the clanging sound of armor collision echoed in the corridor. The cold and depressed atmosphere made the naive little Belle lose her former liveliness and hide her young body behind her father.

Imosen knew it was not an escort, but an escort. He even believed that as long as he had a slight change, these soldiers would cut him and bell into several pieces in an instant.

The Emersons have lived in this mountain castle since they were captured. Imaginary imprisonment, torture and interrogation did not happen. For several months, these mysterious soldiers have always been respectful to their father and daughter, meeting their requirements as much as possible. Imosen and bell can also go hunting with the soldiers.

Majestic castle, decent clothes, comfortable living environment, rich food, sweet wine, respectful servants and free time. This is not the treatment of prisoners. Imosen believes that Baron Thornton, whom he served before, could not receive his noble relatives like this.

The fertile life has repaired the traces left by the savage's career on the father and daughter. The thin little Belle has obviously gained two circles, while the weed like beard and long hair disappear from imosen's face and head. They are like aristocrats here.

Bell began to look for new playmates. Although there were many soldiers and craftsmen inside and outside the castle, they were busy from morning to night and were unwilling to pay attention to bell. However, bell, who could play with horned frogs, found a group of strange big birds and soon became friends with them. These big birds sometimes run around with bell, and sometimes hold the torn ground lizard to Bell's mouth. Obviously, they also regard bell as a companion.

Imosen enjoyed the treatment of nobility, but he was not nobility and never regarded himself as nobility. He tried to get on well with the people here and began to help with farming, logging and ore handling. Therefore, father and daughter live a full life every day.

Bell was young and ignorant. He was happy and carefree all day. However, imosen felt the unspeakable mystery from many details, as well as his deep fear.

Transporting stones in the continuous mountains and building a castle itself is a miracle. Only a huge force can complete such a huge project. At the beginning, imosen didn't know why this mysterious force built castles in the mountains, but he found many incredible places.

The building materials of the castle are not heavy rocks, but regular green bricks, but they are stronger than rocks! Emerson believes that these bricks are invaluable. Once they are obtained from the outside world, they will inevitably cause an uproar. I don't know how many people will die.

However, imosen has been away from the human world for more than ten years, and he is not sure whether this brick making technology has been popularized. However, imosen found that there were no women here, only men. The workers who transport minerals are as powerful as bears, and the people in charge of smelting are the top blacksmith masters.

Powerful soldiers work as laborers, and blacksmith masters work hard. They are silent, do not need women, do not need wages, work more than ten hours a day, almost never communicate, but they cooperate very tacitly.

All the phenomena show that they are not normal people!

When imosen saw that the labor transportation was "secret silver mine", he finally realized it.

Thinking of those strange "ferocious wolves", imosen made a judgment: a Lord kept wizards. They strengthened and controlled hundreds of people, built castles here and secretly mined precious secret silver mines. Or, this is just a secret stronghold of a wizard, which has nothing to do with the nobility.

Thinking that he had learned the shocking secret, Emerson was both frightened and full of expectation.

Although Emerson is a wizard, his childhood education makes him full of resistance to the same kind, especially the same kind has the power to control people's hearts. However, imosen still hopes that the master here is a wizard, not a Lord.

In imosen's mind, noble lords are noble and ruthless. They regard civilians as mole ants. In order to keep secrets, they will not hesitate to kill any lower class. Emerson thinks he and bell are inferior.

The knowledge of blood only theory has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people in this era. Even if imosen is a powerful wizard, he never has the idea of challenging the Lord's authority.

Imosen also wanted to escape, but the power of the castle owner made him despair. Moreover, the damage of witchcraft autophagy has not healed, and he can't use alienated creatures at present. Apart from the ability to communicate will, Emerson is now no different from ordinary people.

Imosen, who was worried about gain and loss, spent half a year here. Yesterday, the father and daughter were under house arrest in the castle room. Imosen knew that it was time to reveal their fate.

When imosen saw the wooden door at the end of the corridor, his steps suddenly became heavier than the armored warrior.

The guard pushed open the iron oak door. Imosen took a deep breath and took bell in.

Behind the gate is the main hall of the castle. The bright sun shines through the four windows in the neat room. Compared with the narrow and gloomy corridor, the whole hall is particularly spacious and bright. However, Emerson felt a sharp chill and couldn't help trembling.

On both sides of the hall stood heavily armed soldiers. They were strong and well dressed. The fine iron one handed halberd in their hands flashed a faint light of indigo. Everyone stared at imosen's every move with Eagle Falcon sharp eyes. There were also six large and fierce wolves squatting in front of the soldiers, vaguely surrounding imosen. Being stared at by 12 green eyes, most people will feel creepy. Imosen trembled and turned his eyes to the center of the hall. When he saw the figure on the throne of the castle, he couldn't help but cry in his heart.

That is a handsome young man with black hair and black eyes. The black armor on his body was as deep as midnight, exquisite and complex beyond ordinary people's imagination. The Dark Armor held a long sword overflowing with cold light. The cold edge of the sword was on the floor, and the bright and cold cold light was like his eyes.

His outstanding appearance, superior bearing, exquisite armor and Mithril long sword all show that he is a knight and noble. This is the worst situation for imosen. Now he just hopes that the adult will value his witchcraft. However, the gap of identity and the hostility of the nobility put a lot of pressure on imosen, so that he was stiff, his thought stagnated and couldn't say anything.

Also nervous is Victor. The little Baron died at the hands of wizards, which made Victor deeply afraid of these wizards with extraordinary power.

Victor made careful arrangements for the meeting. 30 armed to the teeth of the alchemical militia always pay attention to the reaction of the alchemical war mastiff. As long as the alchemical war mastiff feels dangerous, they will immediately cut the wizard into meat and mud. Victor specially put on his special armor. This armor is made of ant leader's armor, Cerro silver and secret silver. Its weight is only 18 kg, and its defense power is absolutely more than any type of secret silver armor. The refined gold double silver sword in his hand is also the top equipment. Victor is less than 6 meters away from imosen. As long as he sees the flashing brilliance of runes on imosen, he will cut off the wizard's head with a sword in a moment of 0.2 seconds.

From the moment imosen entered the room, Victor entered the state of apocalypse. He clearly noticed imosen's disordered heartbeat, but he only focused on the light changes around the wizard and never asked.

In fact, Victor is pure worry. Witches have many strange means, but the more powerful witchcraft is, the more demanding the time and conditions for casting spells are. Wizards who can directly kill their opponents at the soul level are even rare. They not only need a long preparation time to perform witchcraft, but also carry out special rituals. If they are careless, they will be eaten by witchcraft and die. That's how the wizard who killed the little Baron died.

Fear comes from the unknown. Victor doesn't know wizards or what imosen does. Facing the public enemy of the human world, it is normal for him to have this reaction.

Imosen didn't dare to speak. Victor forgot to speak. The alchemy militia didn't need to speak. The atmosphere in the hall was frozen like a funny picture until a small head poked out from behind imosen.

Bell looked at Victor curiously and shrank back behind his father, but his clear and innocent eyes recalled Victor's deep-rooted moral concepts. In a civilized society in peacetime, no normal person will intimidate a child for no reason.

The cold disappeared quietly, the dark eyes recovered their flexibility, and Victor withdrew from the state of apocalypse. Everything was so natural that Victor didn't realize that his compassion was awakened in the state of overrun.

It was not until many years later that Victor knew that disintegrating hostility was one of Bell's three self-protection talents in his childhood. It is this ability that everyone loves and flowers see flowers bloom that always saves bell from danger, and Victor also benefits a lot from it. Of course, this is later.

Emerson woke up at the same time. He bent down and saluted and said respectfully, "good day, dear master. It's my honor and expectation to see you."

"Your name is Emerson?"

"Yes, dear master."

"Emerson, your attendants are very polite. It seems that you have served someone. But I'm not your Lord, and you don't have to call me your master. However, I'm very interested in your story." Victor slightly jawed his head and said to Jack next to him, "here's Emerson and this..."

Emerson quickly pulled bell out from behind and said pleasantly, "bertina, your noble and kind Lord, you can call her bell."

At this time, bell was just an ordinary little girl. She left Victor a harmless impression and gave him some pity. So he smiled and said, "give Mr. imoson and miss bell a seat each. I want to hear their stories."

The alchemist brought two chairs. Imosen sat down flattered and said, "I'd like to serve your excellency." Then he began to tell victor the story of himself and bell.

Victor listened quietly. Unknowingly, his hostility was disintegrated, and the atmosphere in the hall became harmonious and natural. Only the alchemists remained unmoved, and they still stared at the Emersons and their daughters.