Chapter 1329 Black Lotus

The wine was served quickly. It had been four hours since the meeting started, and the dusk had turned into night.

A maid dragged a silver tray with a hint of jasmine and walked gracefully to Edtalis' side. She slowly put down the crystal bottle, and a dark red liquid like blood slid into the luxurious silver wine pot.

The sound of the wine sliding into the crystal cup did not attract the attention of everyone. Some people were still discussing fiercely how to destroy Bretonnia as quickly as possible and let humans understand what a true knight is.

Edtalis, who should have been indifferent to the crystal cup in front of him, turned his head at this moment and stared at the maid next to him who was emitting a faint scent of perfume.

The eyes of the Lord of Dawn Fortress gradually became cold, and the suspicion in his expression became more and more intense. He grabbed the maid's delicate arm and stopped the action of pouring wine.

"I have never seen you in the palace. According to the rules, the only maid who can enter this meeting room is Miranda... Who are you?"

The change gradually stopped the discussion, and everyone stared at Edteris and the maid he held.

No one would doubt the experience of a battle-hardened dragon prince. If he thought there was a problem, there must be something wrong.

The maid endured the severe pain from her arm, and her pretty face showed tension and fear. She did not dare to look directly into Edteris' eyes.

"Sir, my name is Isarael, and my father is Alva Calent..."

"Calent?"

Edgar emphasized that there are only three types of women in the palace, ladies-in-waiting, maids and maids. How can a commoner's daughter be qualified to represent the maids to enter this meeting room.

Dracniel also frowned. He did not pay much attention to the service team of the palace. This was the duty that Gladys should fulfill. The familiar figures always walked in front of him. Now seeing this somewhat unfamiliar face, he felt a little strange for a while.

The prince raised the crystal cup, put it in his mouth and took a sip. He was not afraid of any poison, unless this cup of wine was disguised as the cauldron of Nurgle.

In just half a second, the prince's face turned extremely blue. He slowly put down the crystal cup and uttered a word representing darkness and death.

"Black Lotus."

As the prince spoke coldly, Edteris immediately pushed the chair away, pinched the back of the maid's neck with his palm, and pressed the delicate body on the round table.

"Druzi sent you?!"

"I didn't, I just heard the bell in the conference room ringing, and I just delivered the wine according to the rules..."

Edteris didn't want to use violence, especially in this sacred and solemn conference room for the Dragon Prince, he didn't want to do something vulgar.

So he ignored the so-called warrior demeanor, pressed the maid's face on the round table, pinched her throat with his left hand, and skillfully reached into her mouth with his right hand, which might contain highly toxic substances.

Even after a hundred years, the Dragon Prince still remembered how despicable the methods of the Druzy assassins were. As long as they were given a chance, death would come.

"Ed Terrys, calm down, she may be innocent."

Draknir also pushed the chair away and pulled Ed Terrys's hand that was extended to the maid. The pain of losing his wife made the Dragon Prince have a deep stress reaction to the word Druzy assassin.

If Ed Terrys continued to interrogate, the maid would soon lose her white teeth and have more wounds in her mouth that looked like ulcers.

Under the order of the prince, Ed Terrys finally had no choice but to let go of his palm and just maintained a controlled posture.

"No one is innocent, especially in such occasions, a little bit of subtle action will bring countless disasters..."

"She is just an insignificant little character, Ed Terrys, calm down, no one can easily escape Phyllis's eyes."

Greyriel slowly put down the crystal cup. He did not dare to taste it like Draknir, but some sophisticated methods could always detect clues.

The specially made black lotus almost kept the original color of the wine. If it weren't for Edteris's high vigilance against unfamiliar faces, I'm afraid the prince would have to urgently treat the senators.

"Ronin."

"Well... we need to find out the origin of this girl."

The archmage forgot about the idea of ​​craving for wine and took over Edteris' role, using magic to easily imprison Isarael.

The two mages used the soul search spell that was strictly prohibited by the White Tower of Hos. Under the majestic mental power, Isarael's rare life experience was like a parchment scroll, fully displayed in front of the mages.

After a while, Draknir ordered the Dragon Spear Guards to take Isarael away and send her to the cell for strict supervision.

The meeting room returned to calm. Except for the crystal cup that no one had touched, it seemed to be no different from the fierce dispute just now.

They were all waiting for Draknir and Rhonin's explanation. If this was Druzil's doing, before launching a military operation against the Old World, Caledor would conduct another major purge of Nagarys in the name of the Phoenix King to prevent any attempt to subvert the unity of the elves.

"There is no clue. She has no idea about this."

This possibility is not impossible. The dragon princes who have seen all kinds of strange death cases in Ulthuan believe that this is just a low-level link and can be abandoned at any time.

"What about the palace? No matter where this batch of black lotus comes from, there must be a channel to enter the palace.

Whether it is physical transportation or magical transmission..."

"The latter can be eliminated. After Menil was born, I personally took over the magic protection array of the palace. No magic fluctuations can escape my attention."

Draconil rubbed his eyebrows. This matter was not a big deal. He had encountered many assassinations so far. It might be a deliberate plan of dissatisfaction with the court policy, or it might be a fighter for human national sovereignty, or a restorationist in Druz.

But this time, it was a conspiracy from the court...

"The little prince's security?"

Agsel asked with concern. That was the future of Caledor. Compared with an uninformed maid infiltrating the meeting room, Menil's situation was undoubtedly more important.

"Teacher Belanna took him to study during the day, and Mishan and Iron Wolf took turns to take care of him at night. I also prepared many emergency measures for him... Unless the murderer can capture the Dragon Palace head-on, there will be no problem."

Draconil tapped the table with his fingers, and there was still a trace of worry in his heart. That was his child. Whenever Gladys changed Menil into the robes of Prince Caledor, he always felt that it was a young self.

No one, no matter what, could threaten the prince of Caledor unless they stepped on his corpse.

"The attack plan will be delayed for a few days. I need to ensure Menil's safety in the palace. This is far more important than a war whose goal has not yet been determined."

"Of course, this is as it should be. He is the future of Caledor and no mistakes can be allowed." (End of this chapter)