The ancient castle is hidden in the jungle. The grunting sound of the carriage wheels coming into contact with the bluestone road passes through the quiet path, startling a flock of birds.

The servants who had been waiting in front of the stone arch of the castle for a long time immediately came forward and knelt on the ground to greet the nobles of Darth Milo one after another.

The road leading to the castle is brightly lit, and the air is filled with the charming fragrance of wine and the irresistible aroma of grilled food.

There was a chorus of music in the castle, and Darth Milo's best group of musicians played melodious dance music. A graceful girl in a long dress bloomed like a flower in the center of the dance floor, making Fitznuo, who was sipping fragrant tea,

De smiles again and again.

Beside him, a group of members of the Darth Milo Council were also smiling.

With this beautiful scenery, some things that were difficult to say in a formal meeting were easily spoken out.

"Fitznold, the commander of the Twilight Legion in Oroen, suggested that we withdraw the proposal to set up a reporting box and order the Inspection Tribunal to restrain itself."

Fitznold was wearing a burgundy dress, and the warm yellow light cast by the chandelier made him as moving as the glimmering wine in the glass.

He has a face that perfectly matches the aesthetics of the human race of the four major nations, androgynous appearance, iconic long light blond hair, and slightly melancholy small eyes. These attributes make him win the hearts of the women of Darth Milo.

When he waved to the bottom of the dance floor, there was naturally a roar of cheers.

While he winked at the girls who came because they admired him, he moved his lips and spoke in a cold tone.

"That woman Frasoleya is really nosy."

The forerunner of Oraun's visit to Darth Milo was Frasollea. Both she and Oraun fulfilled their promise not to interfere with the order of Darth Milo, but this peaceful atmosphere has been broken recently.

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After hearing about the "Report Box" proposal of the Darth Milo Council, Frasoleya personally sent a messenger to remonstrate twice and stated her interests.

"Your charm has no effect on the elves of the Oroen continent?" A delegate ridiculed, "It seems that different continents have different aesthetics."

Fitznold frowned slightly.

He was somewhat eager for Frasoleya, a descendant of the founder of the Oron Senate, a young legion commander, with impeccable personal abilities and character, who was undoubtedly an ideal partner.

As long as he captures her heart, no matter where Darth Milo's future goes, the Light Elves will always benefit.

To this end, Fitznold also made an attempt. He dressed up carefully and inadvertently displayed his considerate and elegant side in private situations. At the same time, he also revealed his promising talent as a seventh-level magician in the future.

He is confident, has extraordinary conversation, and is gentle and elegant. This attitude is enough to make Darth Milo and even the women of the four major countries obsessed and crazy.

However, Frasoleya just held the tea cup quietly throughout the whole process, sipping the tea, refilling the water, and continuing to sip the tea. During the process, she was interspersed with slightly embarrassing compliments and compliments. There was no trace of attraction on her delicate and pretty face.

In appearance, hidden under the smile is naked perfunctory.

She did not refuse Fitznold's invitations and always went to them politely, but her behavior remained the same and never changed.

This topic made Fitznold embarrassed and unwilling. He pretended to be calm and said slowly: "The flowers of the high mountains always need to be picked slowly."

"The flower of the high mountain you want to pick is the second time I suggest you not to set up a 'report box'. Do you want to give her a face?"

"She doesn't know Darth Milo well enough." Fitznold said, "The report box is not my proposal alone. It has been approved by most people and it is imperative... Those who want to cooperate with Oroen

It’s us, does she want to see someone else take our place?”

"By the way, some people said that they saw the little pet you raised in Melasin."

Fitznold frowned: "Melasinan?"

"Yes, it is near the battlefield where the Dawn Territory and Oroen fought fiercely. It was discovered by our messenger who was lurking nearby to collect information from the Theocracy. You need to identify it yourself whether it is true or false."

It's been half a year since Turbid Nightmare disappeared. While on a mission to infiltrate Sligo and stir up internal strife in Sligo, she encountered an unprecedentedly powerful necromancer and has since lost contact.

Darth Milo later questioned the [Return to Reason] who cooperated with him, and also searched for some necromancers operating in the area, but no one knew anything about it.

Regarding the ability of the necromancers to mobilize spirits, many necromancers shook their heads and exclaimed in disbelief.

"Unless that is Sarah, the former necromancer herald, I have a hard time believing that any necromancer has such power."

The eighth-level magician evaporated in one battle, and Fitznold was furious about this.

Zhuoyan is the "pet" she has cultivated since she was a child. She is a toy that only obeys his orders and relies on him.

Through the ideas he instilled, Zhuo Niang successfully made enemies of the various races of Darth Milo. Her embarrassing position could not be described as being disgusted by people and dogs. Only this family could ridicule an eighth-level magician by low-level magicians.

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The isolation created by Fitznold is extremely successful. He is the only one in the world who understands Zhuo Nan. His concept is rooted in Zhuo Nan's mind and accompanies her as she grows up.

The Turbid Nightmare has reached the eighth level, and going up further is the highest point of theoretical magician that no one has touched since Sayer.

Once Zhuo Xiang takes that step, relying on the chain tightly tied around her neck, he will also become a great man who can influence the situation of Meira, and his voice will far exceed Laurend.

However...the chain was broken.

At this thought, Fitznold clenched his fists and his breath was unforgettable.

Damn the Necromancer, he destroyed everything he had cultivated for decades.

Zhuomeng is the pet he keeps the most!

Seeing that Fitznold's mood was not so good with the topic, one of the delegates joked: "Now you can hope to get another little pet, provided that you do well enough."

"Soon after, Frasoleya will return to Oroen. When she passes Darth Milo, she will be invited to a wedding banquet. Maybe you should think about how to win glory for Darth Milo?"

After a tacit roar of laughter, everyone was satisfied with their glasses of wine and left before the darkness grew dark.

When they left, they also took away the paperwork for the implementation of the reporting box.

The slightly drunk Fitznold stared at the women who were still singing and laughing below with blurred eyes, and the image of Frasolya appeared in his mind unconsciously.

There should be some wonderful memories tonight.

Returning to the bedroom, ready to wash up and enjoy himself again, he waved his hands twice, but the magic power he waved out failed to light up the lighting crystal.

Fitznold muttered: "These damn slaves can't even do this kind of thing!"

He lit the candle on the candlestick not far away based on his perception. The candle light came on, and the swaying firelight illuminated the room, and also stretched the shadow cast by a deep, light-blocking sphere.

The light that diffused into the room from outside the door suddenly went out, and the door to the room was gently closed by an invisible force.

In an instant, the totem of the soundproof array lit up in the room, and an invisible barrier enveloped the place.

The head maid who was cleaning the room fell quietly to the floor and slept like a baby.

Directly above her, the rolling dark green mist overflowed all around, and four tentacles sank into the four corners of the ground and were fixed. This situation made it as terrifying as the demon god in the myths and legends who was performing a sacrificial ceremony.

Fitznold's heart almost stopped, but when his eyes touched the turbid nightmare next to the coal briquettes, an obvious smile appeared on his panicked face.

"Turbo Nightmare... So that's it, you are the necromancer."

The corners of Fitznold's mouth raised, and he did not call for help. Instead, he calmly walked to the wine cabinet, sifted through the collection, and took out two more glasses.

After filling a cup for himself, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do corpses have a sense of taste? Do you want me to pour a cup for your little pet?"

Fitznold's reaction to coal briquettes was the calmest in history, and Lu Yu watched his performance with great interest.

"You don't seem too afraid of me."

Fitznold sat on the recliner and said leisurely, "You have already taken away one of my pets. I'm afraid you learned something from her mouth, so you are here. Tell me what you plan to talk to me about."

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"Pet?" Lu Yu chewed the word, "But what she said to me was a friend."

"Would a true friend sit back and watch her scandals swirl around her instead of stopping them, instead adding fuel to the flames?"

Fitznold took a sip of the wine and signaled that Lu Yu should have some too. He kindly used magic power to push the wine glass to Lu Yu, and then continued: "I shaped her, isolated her, and made her a person that no one can trust except me.

, a pet that no one can rely on, the collar is so strong, maybe in a few decades, you can pick the fruit called Ninth Level... But you ruined everything and turned her into a cold corpse."

Fitznold shook his head and couldn't help but sigh: "You can defeat the turbid nightmare, which proves your strength, but your use of talents as a resource is too narrow... Excellent souls should be bound in the bodies of the living and be protected.

Slavery, her joys, sorrows and joys are all programs that can please you."

"Just imagine, an eighth-level magician who is unconditional and will do it no matter what you order her to do... Isn't it much more wonderful than you making a corpse puppet?"

"Are you very experienced?" Lu Yu asked.

"If you have too many pets, it will come naturally."

Fitznold saw that the turbid nightmare seemed to be trembling and the candlelight was flickering, which made him think that it was just an illusion caused by light and shadow.

"We can work together."

"How to cooperate?"

"My failed pet is given to you. You only need to create some small suffering for me so that I can better find the pet's embryo."

"Creating misery?"

The corners of Fitznold's mouth raised, showing an expression of pride that was just as I expected.

Confidently, he understood the psychology of a necromancer who had sneaked into the mansion but showed no hostility, so he showed his "sincerity".

A scroll was casually spread out on the table by Fitznold, and with the touch of his magic, two cat-eared projections, one male and one female, with the same appearance as human children between six and ten years old appeared.

Another scroll was thrown to Lu Yu.

Lu Yu opened it and saw that it was the personal information of this pair of cat-eared people. It was extremely accurate.

"What do you mean?" Lu Yu vaguely felt something.
To be continued...