During the thousands of years of escaping from the church of Light, the dark magicians formed a unique organizational form based on family units.

Each Dark Magician family has a patriarch. Not all family members are related to blood, but peers are called brothers and sisters. If a family member is arrested and killed by the Church of Light, other siblings have the obligation to help raise and teach his children.

Through family inheritance, generations of dark magicians survive tenaciously under the pursuit of the Church of Light. There are countless such dark magician families scattered in the continent of Belland. The small families only have a few people with direct blood ties, and the large families even reach hundreds of people.

The Fiska family that Roach invited Arthur to join is a very well-known family in the dark magician world. The family has been passed down for thousands of years and has a dark magic knowledge inheritance that goes directly to the great magician.

"Child, I hope you can think clearly. The wandering dark magician without a family will not be able to escape the arrest of the Inquisition. This time, you are lucky and attracted my attention before the church took action. Next time, if you are arrested in the Inquisition, no one can save you." Seeing that Arthur had not made a decision for a long time, Roche patiently advised.

"If I join the Fiska family, can't I return to Xueyao Academy?" Arthur asked suddenly.

"Your identity has been exposed now, and the family will arrange a new identity for you and start over in a new environment."

"Does that family need me to do?"

"Power and obligation are always equal. The family provides protection to each member. When it comes to family interests, family members also need to make corresponding contributions. But don't worry, our Dark Magician family will never sacrifice their brothers and sisters at will." Roach said to Arthur seriously.

Arthur was silent for a while, and then solemnly saluted Roach again, "Thank you, I have already thought about it, I still hope to go back."

Roche was stunned. Unexpectedly, Arthur would still make such a choice. "Do you know what such a choice means? If the Church of Light had just doubted you before, the missing demon hunting trio that captured you this time will confirm your contact with the Dark Magician. Next time you will encounter the official pursuit of the Inquisition."

Arthur hadn't thought about the danger that was about to face, but it was not easy to let Arthur give up everything before? Moreover, the Fisca family invited to join also made Arthur feel uneasy. A family that can plan the outbreak of the Royal Spring Shooting Necro creatures, the secret behind it also made Arthur smell the danger.

At the critical moment, the spirit of adventure once again gained the upper hand in Arthur's mind. Anyway, we have to face the pursuit of "God's Destiny", so let the Church of Light come together!

Roche sighed softly, "Since that's the case, you can know yourself."

......

A whole team of imperial guards died on the streets of the imperial capital, and the place where they died left obvious traces of dark magic use. The shock caused by the incident was no less than the undead creatures erupted in the Royal Hunting Ground more than ten days ago.

Church of Light, in the underground chamber.

Priest Ton began to sweat unconsciously under Cardinal Morient's cold eyes.

"The arrest of the Demon Hunting Group failed and it had such a big impact. Do you have any explanation?" Morient asked lightly.

"I disappoint you. We are not accurate enough about Arthur's intelligence. I didn't expect that he had any helpers. From the traces on the scene, the advanced dark magician was seen." Ton replied carefully.

"What about your next plan?"

"I will send additional people to stare at Arthur. He will definitely contact the dark magician and catch them all when they contact each other."

"You are shocked to capture the other party this time. That Arthur may have run away. Just send the punishment knights to arrest people. As long as you catch him, the referee will have a way to pry open his mouth."

Ton showed a hesitant expression, "If Isaac comes forward to stop it, I'm worried that it will be difficult."

Morient showed a hint of sneer, "Strech has been growing more and more over the years. If he dares to jump out at this time, then don't go back."

......

The palace, within the study room of the side hall.

An old man with a clean figure and pale face was lowering his head and reviewing memorials on the table. This person was Constantine, the thirteenth emperor of the Empire of Light.

The evaluation of this emperor by various countries is that although Constantine cannot be called a wise ruler in the world, he is also a diligent monarch. Since Constantine's reign, there has been no major wars between the human race and the other races. Most of the wars between the human race have won, and the human race's population has been growing. He is considered a founding king.

Constantine is still less than 60 years old. According to the 120-year-old age of the human warrior, the Emperor is still middle-aged, but Constantine is now sagging in her skin and wrinkled face.

The reason why the Emperor was like this was because he suddenly suffered from a strange disease five years ago and his body began to age rapidly. The famous doctors in the empire saw countless cases, but they could not find the cause of the disease. They tried all kinds of healing magic of water, wood and light, but they could not cure it. In recent years, they relied on various tonic objects that prolonged life and the twelve-level wood magic "Wanmu Fengchun" that claimed to be the strongest vitality to cure the speed of aging.

If it weren't for the Emperor's strange disease, the issue of the crown prince in the Light Dynasty would not have seemed so urgent.

Constantine, who was reviewing at her desk, suddenly coughed violently and hurriedly covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.

The chief supervisor Alu, who served next to him, quickly handed over a cup of nourishing thousand-year ginseng tea, "Your Majesty, you are too tired recently. You should rest for a while. I will invite the great magician of Ernifet now."

The Emperor waved his hand and sighed, "Forget it, 'Wanmu Fengchun' has been effective for me. The magic that can make the flesh and bones of living dead can only make me feel a little more comfortable now."

Alu hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, don't say that. The Magician Union and several royal masters have been insisting on finding a cure. Our human race's magic is vast, and there is always a disease that can cure Your Majesty."

The Emperor smiled bitterly, "I know my own body myself. You don't have to rush to find Ernest, just talk to me. What happened to the princes recently is normal, right?"

"Since the Royal Spring Sail, the few His Highnesses have not changed much. Only His Eleventh Highness has run a little more outside."

Emperor Jun smiled slightly, "This child Qiong still likes to make trouble, and I hope the hunting ground has nothing to do with him."

Alu followed the Emperor's words and said: "The Eleventh Prince is simple and has no desire for power. He has not been in Alantis for many years. I think it should have nothing to do with that matter."
Chapter completed!