The bright spring light shines through the skylight on the dull corridor, and several slightly exquisite rooms can be seen slightly. The green plants placed at the door are embellished with a bit of elegant style.

Du Bois looked at the private room area as if nothing had happened, his flashing eyes telling his inner uneasiness. He did not think that a mere officer was qualified to know his whereabouts. There would definitely be additional forces behind him, and it was not weak, otherwise he would not have found his traces as soon as he entered the Iron Fortress.

After sorting out the worn-out cloak, Du Bois walked towards the first private room on his right. Before, someone contacted him with a sound transmission technique. He used a very precise spell, and the faint fluctuations almost deceived his perception.

However, greed hurts people, and the generous tasks issued by the noble parliament cannot be easily accepted, so as not to be sold without any awareness, such as this whereabouts.

Dongdong! Dongdong!

"Please come in, the crown of Dubois."

After hearing the hoarse and unpleasant sounds in the room, Du Bois frowned slightly. Damn hypocrite, is he hiding his identity?

The door opened slightly, and the dim magic light shone. A spellcaster with a black robe shrouded in a black robe could be seen sitting upright at the wooden table. After seeing Du Bois' figure, the spellcaster with hidden identity stood up and bowed slightly to show respect.

"To express my position, I also hope that Dubois will not vent his anger on us for no reason. Your trace was sold to us by the noble council, and it was charged a considerable fee."

It was indeed those group of high-ranking hypocrites. One day I will beat you up. Du Bois's face was calm, but no one could know his inner emotions, and he should be vented.

Immediately, he looked at the caster in front of him slightly, and his eyes stopped at the golden badge hanging on the right chest of the black robe for a while. The dim lights fell, and it was clearly visible that the front of the badge was engraved with a vague figure wearing a crown, and the crystal gems on the edge of the sky reflected dazzling brilliance.

"When will the believers of the Goddess of Wealth also like to be so mysterious?" Du Bois said sarcastically. Anyone who is disturbed by a good trip will become in a bad mood.

"I remember that the Grand Duchy of Tambefax established the Temple of Wealth as the state religion? Do you need to be so careful in your iron fortress?"

"It's an honor to hear the praise of Dubois's crown." said the black-robed spellcaster hoarsely. "I have a rewarded task here. I wonder if the crown is willing to accept it?"

"No interest." Dubois said decisively.

Although the task of the noble parliament is very simple, you only need to go to Limontanelu, the Kingdom of Stoke, and take a team for Miss Moirah.

Unfortunately, those old guys misjudged Craigie's true strength. He and Miss Moirah both suffered considerable injuries and needed to rest for a while. Therefore, he came up with a plan to travel while recuperating, and then he was betrayed by the group of hypocrites.

"Don't rush to refuse. The mission rewards given by our Temple of Wealth are very generous, a note of a legendary warrior, an opportunity to pioneer in the alien plane, and a 50,000 golden shield." The black-robed spellcaster gently stroked the golden badge on his chest with his right hand, and said calmly.

"So, I really hate you, the hypocritical nobles and believers." Du Bois gently tapped the table, his firm face showing an impatient look.

"Next time, remember to say it completely first. Now tell me what the task is?"

"Task location: North of the Kingdom of Stock, near the Renwall Mountains, one of our allies needs us to show our strength and provide detailed address and strength analysis information." The black-robed spell caster paused slightly, and the hidden spell fluctuations flashed, and then looked at Dubois and said.

"Monkun, your steel spirit is here, should you enjoy it first?"

"Well, let's send it in first." Du Bois nodded and said. Nothing could stop him from enjoying the wine, not even the golden shield.

Squeak!

The brown wooden door opened again, and the officer man in ornate armored downstairs walked in, holding a long plate in his hand, and ten glasses of steel liquor were placed smoothly on it.

"Let's go here." The black-robed spellcaster said softly.

"Okay, sir." The officer and man put the steel liquor one by one on the wooden table, then left with respect, and closed the brown wooden door.

puff!

A slight voice sounded, and a layer of light shield revealing a divine aura enveloped the room. The black-robed spellcaster put his left hand back to the hem of his clothes and said softly: "Then let's continue."

Gugu! Gugu!

Du Bois picked up the steel spirit on the table, and the wooden wine glass was filled with yellow foam, and the rich aroma of wine filled his nose, and he drank three cups in a row.

"The wine is good, but the intensity is still too low. No, no, the wine here is not as good as the Drunier Empire."

"Oh, by the way, you just said that the north of the Kingdom of Stock, so how strong is the mission target?" Du Bois reacted as if he was pretending to behave and said loudly with the intention of wine.

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Bad acting skills!

The black-robed spellcaster didn't care about this and said, "The other party is a real baron, his strength is unknown, he has a territory with a good terrain, and there are one or two powerful knights who are stationed in it."

"Wait..." Dubois interrupted. "Baron!? Well? Then he has the powerful Knight Master, are you sure you are not wrong?"

How could a baron have a strong knight master as a follower? No matter which country on the continent of Kaladimos, as long as a strong knight master surrenders, he will definitely have a title that will not be lower than the viscount, and most countries will even give territorial rewards.

"I didn't believe it at first, but our allies repeatedly promised that this was the fact, so we wanted to invite you to take action." The black-robed spellcaster complimented. At the beginning, he and Dubois had a similar reaction until he saw the specific information.

"Baron! Baron!!" Du Bois thought for a while and was about to agree, but he thought of the scene he saw in Limontanelu. The little guy who embarked on the path of the ancient war knight was from the north of the Kingdom of Stoke?

He had inquired specifically when he was recuperating, but he didn't have much time and the news he noticed was not comprehensive. He seemed to be a northern noble!?

"Which baron is named?" Dubois asked directly.

Well? The black-robed spell caster was a little surprised. The tone of Du Bois's crown in front of him was a little wrong, but this information was already included in the mission, so he didn't think much about it and spoke out.

"Modrian Perris, who was the second son of a certain Viscount family, was later exiled to the north of the Kingdom of Stock."

"What's the name?"

"Modrian Perris!" The black-robed spellcaster suppressed his restlessness and said calmly.

"Sorry, I won't take this task!"

Du Bois remained silent for a while and stood up decisively, trying to leave the place, but before leaving, he saw the steel liquor on the wooden table, and stopped slightly, and then directly poured seven glasses of steel liquor, leaving the private room without raising his head.

He doesn't want to die. The legendary life still has a lot of life. The wonderful life has not been enjoyed yet, especially the fine wine. It was his lifelong pursuit. How could he give up easily!

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The atmosphere was a little quiet. The black-robed spell caster seemed to have not reacted and sat in a daze until the golden badge on his chest fluctuated spells, and then he woke up in a daze.

"Modrian Perris!" The black-robed spellcaster felt a surge of thoughts when he saw Du Bois' reaction. "Is it because the information provided by the Jeffrey family was wrong?"

"Sir!" The officer and man in exquisite armor entered the private room again and stood on one side with a respectful expression.

"Start up the dark son we placed in the North, and I want to know in detail all the situation information about Modrian Perris."

"yes!"
Chapter completed!