The snow is approaching, the cold wind is biting. At four or five o'clock in the morning, the thick cumulus clouds seem to indicate that the blizzard is coming. There are only a few hand-held oil lamps flashing in the dark night. The square outside the Hubble Magic Guild, which was deserted in the past, was full of people. Next to the statue of the magic goddess in the square, the circle illuminated by the immortal flames it was accompanied by was already full of "big figures". Among them were both armor, knights and soldiers in military uniforms, mages wearing robes and wizard hats, and even well-dressed, as if they had just driven out of the banquet hall.

With a little identification, you will find that everyone present has a very low status. Four of the knights are black lilies representing the level of the regiment captain on their shoulders. Among the dozens of mages, except for most of the middle and low-level mages with the third and fourth rings, the old mages indicate that there are at least three sixth ring mages and a seventh ring mage. Among them, the leader is the city lord Lester Wood of Hubble.

Hundreds of people were trembling in the uncovered square, but no one dared to complain loudly, and only dared to whisper to each other.

The black figure standing in the middle of the square was undoubtedly the black figure standing in the middle of the square. The cat was wearing black close-fitting leather armor and showed its proud curves. The expressionless pretty face was covered with frost. The black cat's ears were blown by the cold wind, and the ear tips were red. The beautiful woman in the cold night stood tall. Under normal circumstances, there should be countless people who met, but the "Diege of the Night" was so fierce that the surrounding circle was automatically cleared. The more awesome eyes were than the admiration eyes.

The leaders of the three forces had already stood together and whispered, "When will we have to wait for three hours, and even the envoys of the Grand Duke can't be so arrogant." For the pampered Earl Leicester Wood, waiting in the cold wind, it is no less than to be punished.

"There is no choice. If you don't want to wait, then go and discuss with the aunt over there." Miku Yann, who is in middle age, is the oldest rank and qualification of the Hubble defender. He has been stationed here for at least ten years. However, the unique military and political classification system of the principality determines that the relationship between the military and local lords will never be able to live in harmony. The military acts from supply to daily patrols, and also has the responsibility of surveillance. It is the sword of Damocles hanging on the heads of the local lords. Miku and Lester are definitely "long-term friends" who wish that each other died early and were reincarnated early.

Hearing this, Lester couldn't help but shivered. He remembered the ruthless murderous intent that suddenly appeared on the bed more than three hours ago, and he closed his mouth obediently. Unlike his incompetent and stupid brother, the young Earl Lester was still a prestigious high-level warrior. Although the abdominal muscles on his waist had long been replaced by fat, he became more and more afraid of death as he got older and arranged at least three shifts of secret whistles around his residence to take turns to serve, and was still touched by the bed silently. He was still a little scared.
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