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In the banquet hall of the palace, candlelight flickers, and everything is resplendent in gold and jade. Magnificent chandeliers hang from the ceiling, emitting a soft glow that illuminates the entire hall.
The banquet hall is filled with long tables covered in exquisite silver tablecloths, adorned with a variety of delicious food and drinks.
The nobles were dressed in gorgeous formal attire, with the gentlemen in sleek tailcoats and the ladies' gowns swaying gently with their steps, adorned with jewels and finery.
Montbel, a young and handsome noble, was dressed in a deep blue tailcoat, exuding a dashing yet elegant appearance.
He is talking to a blonde noblewoman, whose charming smile and eyes show a clear fondness for Enot. "Lord Montbel, what do you think of this banquet?" she asked softly, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Montbel Just as he was about to respond, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes.
He felt a familiar and powerful aura, the aura of his lord, a summons that he could not ignore.
"Lord Montbel, what's wrong?" The lady noticed the man's unusual behavior and furrowed her brows slightly, showing some concern.
Montbel quickly regained his composure and a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face. "Sorry, I suddenly remembered that there are some things I need to take care of. I have to take my leave first."
The lady appeared somewhat disappointed, but still nodded politely. "Well then, I wish you all the best, Lord Montbel."
Lord Montbel nodded in acknowledgment and quickly left the banquet hall. He crossed the palace's long corridors and arrived at his room, swiftly changing into his travel attire - a dark black robe, with a finely crafted short sword at his waist.
Montbel Gently pushing open the window of the room, outside was a tranquil night sky, with stars twinkling and the moon shining brightly and clearly.
Montbel Gazing at this beautiful night, murmuring softly, "Finally... after hundreds of years, the lord has awakened once again." Taking a deep breath, he felt the gentle night breeze caressing his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness.
Immediately, he turned his body and agilely flipped out of the window. This was the highest point of the castle, about ten stories high, but he landed lightly on the ground without a sound.
Montbel swiftly passed through the palace gardens, where the flowers looked especially beautiful under the moonlight. However, at this moment, he had no leisure to appreciate the scenery, as his heart was filled with a sense of urgent mission.
MontbelWalking through the city streets, there is not a soul in sight, only the occasional sound of a dog barking breaks the silence of the night. The man's figure elongates under the streetlight, then disappears into the darkness as he moves.
He arrived at the edge of the city, where a loyal horse was quietly waiting. Montbel gently patted the horse's neck and then agilely jumped onto its back. The horse neighed, seemingly sensing its master's urgency.
Montbel urged the horse on, and the sound of hooves echoed in the night sky.
In the dark of night, the figure of the man gradually disappeared into the distance, leaving only the sound of hooves fading away in the silent night sky.
A mysterious man in a black cloak shuttles through the night, his destination a ancient castle nestled in the desolate mountains.
Surrounded by broken rock walls, the castle exudes a mysterious and desolate atmosphere. In the moonlight, the silhouette of the castle appears particularly eerie, as if hiding unknown secrets.
Montbel lightly leaped over the collapsed city walls, his movements agile and nimble, like a ghost in the night.
Entering the ruins of the castle, he could feel the presence of ancient magic, its echoes reverberating through the desolate land.
Montbel's pace slowed down, each step landing on the thick dust of history. Vines crawled up the walls, and the ground was scattered with stones and broken weapons, as if telling the story of an ancient and brutal war.
The man's gaze swept around as if searching for something. Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a half-open stone door.
He walked over and forcefully pushed open the stone door. A cold wind rushed out, carrying a strong musty smell and a subtle, imperceptible magical energy. Inside, everything was intact and magnificent, forming a stark contrast with the outside's ruins.
Behind the stone door was a spacious hall, with an ancient throne standing in the center. Seated on the throne was a man with handsome features, but his eyes revealed an unfathomable darkness.
This is Demon Lord Nicholas, a being with powerful magic and immortality.
Montbel approached the throne, knelt down on one knee, and said in a low voice, "My lord, you have finally awakened."
Nicholas nodded slightly, his voice deep and charming: "Yes, Enot. As long as saint awakens, I will be able to awaken as well."
Enot lifted his head, his eyes shining with loyalty: "My lord, in the previous life, although you successfully killed saint, you also fell under her imprisonment curse. As long as saint dies, you will fall into a deep sleep and your abilities will be constrained."
Nicholas spun a glass of red wine in his hand, his eyes revealing a hint of complexity.
"Yes, this curse has affected my powers, even the power oath of my twelve Warlocks has been affected. Although they still remain immortal, their powers have decreased to only twenty percent of their peak, unable to come out to fight against the Holy Knight army. Even you, my First disciple, have only forty percent of your power left."
Enot clenched his fist, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger, and said firmly, "I understand, my lord. This time, we must break the curse that saint has placed on you and completely eliminate her."
Nicholas pondered and responded, "But... saint's condition isn't much better. In order to seal my power, she has also suffered from the contamination of my power. Her holy light has become extremely weak, almost on the verge of disappearing."
He then stood up and walked to the window in the hall, gazing at the moonlight outside. "Because of the imprisonment spell, the moment I woke up, I sensed her presence and direction, seemingly in the southern region. Enot, do you know of any towns there?"
Enot pondered for a moment and then replied, "My lord, there is only a small town called Selda. It's not big, in fact, it's more like a small village. Now that my powers have been restored, I will lead a group there to handle the situation, and it will be done cleanly and discreetly, without anyone noticing."
Nicholas turned around, his eyes flashing with a cold light: "Enot, very well, remember, kill all the adults and bring back all the infants and young children to train as our death soldiers. Over time, we will naturally know which one is the saint, release the binding spell, and then we will completely eliminate her."
Enot nodded, his eyes filled with determination: "Yes, my lord. I will depart for St. Elda town now."
As the conversation ended, Enot quickly left the hall, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness. He was heading to St. Elda town to carry out Nicholas's death order.
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