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Baron Buck put away his anger and had no doubt about Emil's words.

Anyone can deceive him, only Emir cannot.

"Traitors? Well, I know there have always been traitors in the castle. But... what can he do to me?" Baron Buck stood on the high platform, looking around, his eyes extremely oppressive, and no one dared to look at him.

He has never been able to be a lord in the Dur Valley for so many years, relying on the strength of his own Grand Knight, rather than the number of guards.

Da! Da! Da!

A strange sound of hooves echoed from the quiet banquet venue, which sounded very similar to the sound of hooves, but upon closer inspection, it was not.

A brown haired man wearing a black robe appeared at the banquet riding a strange creature. This creature was hairless, had silver white skin, and had a pair of bat like wings behind it.

The brown haired man had a simple and honest face, with large freckles on his face. He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I came late to process the casting materials. My name is Malcolm O'Neill, and I'm from Greenhouse."

Malcolm rolled over from the creature and encouraged it by stroking its head, saying, "Well done, go ahead."

He saw the people around him looking at him with strange eyes, so he smiled and said, "Oh, most of you probably haven't seen him before. His name is the Night Vernon, a creature that can only be seen by those who have seen death. So, it's very cute, isn't it?"

There was silence all around, and no one spoke because most people looked at him with fear in their eyes.

Malcolm suddenly appeared in an empty place, as if riding a night horse out of the void.

"Wizards?" Baron Buck asked with a serious expression, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Malcolm looked at Baron Buck and smiled, "Yes, I am a first level wizard in Greenhouse. But you probably don't know what Greenhouse is, let alone who Malcolm is, so you won't be afraid of me. For example, you can still talk to me, which is quite good."

"After all, you are just indigenous people of the continent of Carlson. Do you know that on the map, Carlson is only as big as my little finger? Oh, by the way, you may not even know the name of the land you are stepping on. Sigh, why am I telling you all this? It's important to take matters seriously."

He rubbed the two fingers of his left hand, and a transparent crystal ball appeared on his hand.

"You're Buck Sara, right?" Malcolm asked politely.

Baron Buck remained calm and replied, "It's me."

"Oh, good." Malcolm nodded and rubbed his head awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I was asked to take the lives of your entire tribe. I'm sorry."

As soon as he spoke, there was a deathly silence on the scene. Malcolm said this naturally, as if he had spoken a few words to the ant colony before destroying it.

"How can Your Excellency spare me, my family? What Simon gave you, I'll give you twice!" Baron Buck clenched his fist tightly, and sweat had already risen from his forehead.

Malcolm sighed and said, "There's nothing you can do. You can't give what he gives because he gave his soul to me, a soul willing to be a slave. You're such a strong person, you can't be willing to be a slave."

"Soul?" Baron Buck suspected that he had heard it wrong.

"That's right, and it's a soul that has extreme resentment towards you. Such a soul is an excellent casting material, and I can verify if my spell model is perfect." Malcolm said excitedly, dancing and talking about all of this.

No one dared to interrupt him, even the birds in the surrounding mountains and forests stopped chirping.

After finishing his excitement, Malcolm looked around awkwardly and said, "Ah, I've talked too much again and delayed the time. I'm really sorry. Let's start, Mr. Buck?"

"I won't sit idly by!" Buck drew his long sword and took the lead in chopping it.

This sword was a great knight's all out effort, and Herag couldn't even see Baron Buck's drawing and drawing movements with his own eyes.

If it were him facing this sword, even with a deep blue reminder, he wouldn't have time to react because the speed was too fast.

However, after Baron Buck rushed out, he remained in a chopping posture and froze in mid air, even his expression froze.

Malcolm shrugged, spread his hands, and the crystal ball floated in front of Baron Buck before saying, "Barbarians are always so rude and impulsive."

"Although time is running out, I still need to introduce my spell to you, called the Bloodline Curse, which can kill everyone who has a blood relationship with the target for three generations. My spell requires the target's whole body blood and a soul that hates the target extremely. At the same time, this soul also needs to voluntarily sign a soul contract with me. These conditions are indispensable, and I didn't expect to achieve these conditions so quickly."

"What was this originally called? Oh yes, when Simon came to me with a token, I was a bit tempted to send him away casually. Unexpectedly, he had such a deep hatred towards you that he could complete my spell experiment, so I came."

"Now, let's start looking for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com!"

Malcolm opened his hands and whispered something in his mouth. The crystal ball spun rapidly and then stopped rotating.

Baron Buck's mouth opened, but it looked strange, more like something was propping it open.

"Warning! Strong magic source detected!"

In Herag's eyes, the situation was even more terrifying.

Malcolm's whole body was filled with terrifying magic, and he was enveloped by a massive amount of magic.

The crystal ball extended into a magical pillar and directly inserted into Baron Buck's mouth.

Subsequently, Baron Buck's entire blood began to rush towards the crystal ball along the magical channel.

The transparent crystal ball quickly turned red, and Baron Buck's blood flowed continuously into the crystal ball.

The crystal ball looks very small, but it seems like it can never be filled enough. It can hold as much blood as needed.

The originally burly Baron Buck quickly turned into skin and bones, and his entire body shrank several times.

This scene strongly impacted everyone present.

Ah。

At this moment, the crowd began to scream and run, and a huge fear enveloped everyone.

"Too naive, we are too naive..."

Herag looked at the scene before him and suddenly felt that everything he had experienced before was too ridiculous.

Baron Buck thought that marrying the Duke of Tulip would save him a fortune, but in the eyes of wizards, even the king was probably just an ant.

Who cares about the thoughts of ants?

"Baron!" Emil's anger even overwhelmed his fear, as he drew his long sword and was about to charge forward.

Melissa on the high platform also wanted to pounce and hug her father, but she fell to the ground due to her weak legs.