苍狼之灵

Chapter twelve: Tiger's Den

The weather is really bad today. How could the governor be interested in holding a feast in such weather? "Count Johnson's coachman, Keith, stood at the end of the long corridor, muttering to another nobleman's servant Jerome.

The life of the nobles is not what we understand, "Jerome, who has a lees nose, looked at no one paying attention and quickly picked up the wine bag hidden in his sleeve to take a sip before smiling and saying," Although it's as cold as the stable I live in, it's much cleaner here.

Shh! "Keith stopped him and hurriedly squeezed him to the edge of the porch, where rainwater poured down their necks.

Jerome let out a scream, about to scold Keith, when he suddenly saw a person walking down the long corridor. He immediately covered his mouth in fear, letting the rain flow like a cold snake through his neck, pressing against his back and buttocks, and then running away from his pants. Not only did he not dare to move, but he also dared not breathe heavily.

That is a tall man in his forties, with a slender body and a sharp pale face, but his eyes are particularly big. The eyes seem to be completely white, but they are extremely deep, as if they can suck in a person's soul. Jerome has never seen such eyes except on a madman.

The person was wearing an expensive black wizard robe, with a pointed wizard like appearance on their head and a crimson cloak. Wherever they passed, whether it was nobles or servants, they all closed their mouths and held their breath, as if they had seen the supreme existence.

The magician's name is Richie. It wasn't until he disappeared at the end of the corridor that Jerome breathed a long sigh of relief and whispered to Keith, "Richie, the magician, has actually come too. Since he arrived at Conch Island, he has appeared in public only a few times

Keith licked his lips and said, 'There's no need to count, only one time. It was at the millennium celebration last year to celebrate the ownership of Conch Island to the Kingdom of Kroa. That's the only time the magician Richie appeared. It was that time when poor Bob spilled rice soup on Richie's feet, and he was turned into a big stone by the magician, and then hammered into a small stone with a hammer.'.

Jerome made a cold war and said, 'Magician Ritchie is a good friend of the Governor General, and he also braved the rain to attend. Today's banquet must be very important, maybe to welcome some even more remarkable person.'.

Is there anyone more important than the governor on this island? "Keith shrugged

Jerome, who was of low status, did not expect that he would be right this time. Although the grand banquet held by the governor during the storm was not meant to welcome these important figures, they had already come uninvited.

Prince Martin emerged from the cabin and was immediately hit by a gust of wind and rain, drenching him like a drenched chicken. The prince retreated to the cabin in a disheveled manner and angrily instructed Captain Brent, the captain of the Port Guard stationed on board to welcome him, "This terrible weather! Please inform Governor Ahusan immediately to prepare dinner and hot water for me, and also bring some luxurious carriages. I have a few ladies accompanying me.

Prince Martin's reputation as a libertine is well known, and Captain Brent was not surprised by his orders. He respectfully said, 'Yes, I will inform the governor and bring you some carriages. Please wait a moment.'. He bowed and pushed open the hatch, entering the pouring rain. The dense rain curtain instantly engulfed his figure.

You'd better change into a new outfit, as long as you put on a heavy makeup and cover up your original appearance, you'll be a qualified mistress, "Prince Martin smirked at his sister Helen, who was vomiting uncontrollably while climbing on the cabin window.