Chapter 299

Andy came to the Duke's study anxiously. The servant standing at the door saw the arrival of the little wizard, motioned him to wait a moment, and turned to go into the study.

The servant came out quickly and bowed slightly to Andy, "Please come in, the Duke is waiting for you inside."

Andy swallowed his saliva, adjusted his collar, pushed open the half-closed door, entered the Duke's study, and with a click, the door was closed by the servant outside.

A sense of confusion suddenly spread all over his body, and Andy realized that the room was dark.

The thick curtain blocked the window, and a little light squeezed out from the crack. It was with this faint light that Andy vaguely felt that there was a person sitting next to the desk.

"Ken... Duke of Kent?"

Andy asked cautiously.

"Andy... my young friend..."

The person sitting there spoke, and for some reason, Andy felt that he was a "living thing" at this time.

The owner of the voice was Martz Kent Ferdinand, the new generation duke of the northwest bay of the Kingdom of Aldo, or as his enemies said - a usurper.

Unlike the full-throated voice in public, the duke's voice at this time was very low, like the low roar of a beast, which made people feel chills.

"Sit down..."

Andy endured the strong discomfort in both body and mind, and groped for a nearby chair to sit down.

"Thank you, Duke. I wonder why you called me here?"

The duke did not speak, but stood up and slowly left his seat. Two spots of light moved with his figure - those were the duke's two eyes.

"Sure enough, he is still studying the [blood therapy] left by Master Barnett? Alas..."

The young little wizard shook his head secretly. The duke might have difficulty getting out of that secret method.

A beam of light burst out from the darkness. The duke lit a candle and turned around to look at the little wizard.

Andy also saw the duke clearly, and the muscles on his face twitched.

The Duke was still strong, but his face looked scary—his facial skin was sickly pale, his deep eye sockets were red, and a dark light was emitted from them. His lips were also bright red, as if they were painted with blood.

The Duke slowly approached him, without making any sound under his feet. Andy twisted his body uneasily, and he remembered the terrible legends about [blood therapy].

Maltz reached out his hand and approached Andy's face, smiling strangely and stroking him in the air.

"Such a young body... Such vibrant blood..."

A series of inexplicable whispers came, as if they were extremely eager for something, which gave Andy goose bumps all over his body. He managed not to tremble with great difficulty.

"My Lord Duke!" The little wizard frowned.

The Duke, who was staring at Andy's neck in a daze, immediately retracted his hand.

"I'm sorry, young friend, for letting you see what I look like in private, but there should be no secrets between us."

Malts maintained his "smile" and slowly walked back to his seat and sat down.

He spread his hands and said lightly: "I need help. You know, I've been in some trouble on the battlefield recently."

The little wizard knew what troubles the Duke had encountered on the battlefield.

Last year, the Secret Society - specifically, the order left by Master Barnett when he left - sent him to Northwest Bay to assist Martz Kent, who was still the Earl at the time.

With the help of some mental spells, Martz Kent controlled the Duke of the Northwest at the time and asked the old Duke to choose him as his heir. When the old Duke "died of illness", he would naturally become the new generation of the Duke of the Northwest.

Just when they wanted to act according to the plan left by Master Barnett, an accident occurred.

The old Duke's younger brother escaped from strict imprisonment and made public the handwritten letter written by the old Duke when he was sober, accusing Martz of "manipulating witchcraft and usurping the throne", although he was indeed manipulating witchcraft.

The lords in the Northwest Bay who supported the new duke and those who opposed the new duke were divided into two factions, and soon they became a mess, and the entire northwest region of the Kingdom of Aldo fell into chaos.

Although the outbreak of the war disrupted Maltz's plan, he was still full of confidence at the beginning, believing that he could suppress this [rebellion] within a year with the power in his hands.

However, an accident occurred again.

He hunted geese all day, but was pecked in the eye by a goose. The goose that pecked the duke's eyes was the Graman family of Alda.

If the Northwest Bay is a poor and remote place in the eyes of the world, then the Earldom of Alda is a poor and remote place in the poor and remote places. However, it is such a poor and remote place that suddenly began to prosper from a year and a half ago.

In this war, the strange weapons, neat military formations, and soldiers who obeyed the command, the main enemy factors that caused Maltz's army to fall into trouble all came from Alda.

No mistakes in one post, one content, one book, one bar, one 6, one 9!

The war had been going on from the beginning of the year to July now, and it had reached a stalemate, and the new Duke's faction was attacked from both the front and the back - the one causing trouble in the rear was still that Paul Graman.

The Duke had provoked civil strife in Arda, and the Duke had recruited mercenaries from the south, but neither of them had stopped his side from gradually falling into decline.

Martz once suspected that the Secret Society was also secretly assisting Graman, letting them kill each other and leaving the strongest one as an agent, just like the legendary raising poison.

Andy hesitated and said: "My Lord Duke, I... I only know a little spiritual magic, how can I help you?"

"Oh! Young friend, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about the organization behind you - the Secret Society. Send a message to our (he emphasized the word "we") companions - I need help."

After spending so much time together, Martz also knew Andy's ability, which was indeed not as powerful as he had imagined before. This made him very disappointed with the Secret Society that he had originally admired so much. They actually sent such a weak wizard to assist him. No matter what, it must be a strong man like Master Barnett.

"But...but...I have little influence in the organization..."

"Has the Secret Society already abandoned me?"

Before Andy finished speaking, he heard a hysterical roar, accompanied by a clang - the table next to the Duke's seat was torn into pieces, and he had been resting his hands on the table, without moving.

"What a great strength!"

Andy was shocked, and was even more terrified when he looked at the Duke - his momentum was completely like a beast that was ready to eat, his mouth was grinning into a weird shape, and his long and sharp canine teeth were exposed without any cover.

The little wizard's heart was in his throat, what kind of monster did Master Barnett leave behind.

"I...I will send a message...ah, I will try to convince them..."

Marts Kent Ferdinand then restored his previous smile, as if the previous loss of composure had never happened.

"For the Secret Society!"

He raised a tall glass high and drank the scarlet liquid in it.