Chapter 1165 Alana's Strange Experience

Alanna walked carefully to Teclis' side and humbly expressed her respect to the Supreme Mage.

"His Excellency the Supreme Master..."

Seeing that it was Alanna, Teclis had a smile on his face.

After all, she is the niece of an old friend, a young man with great talents and ideas.

"Alanna, I'm glad that you can participate in this journey. Compared with when your uncle and I were young, studying dullly in the library of the White Tower of Hoth, young people in Ulthuan now have much more power to choose. "

"I am very grateful to you and Lord Tyrion for providing this opportunity...but why." Alanna pointed at Tyrion who was shouting at the wine table, and saw the Aenarion bloodborn holding a bucket. The wine was poured into his mouth like a dwarf regardless of etiquette.

"No need to worry about it." Tigris took a sip of black tea, suddenly remembered something, and his tone changed: "Alanna, I need you to do a favor."

Hearing the solemn tone of the Supreme Mage, Alanna stood up straight and expressed her agreement with impeccable military salute.

"My pleasure."

Tigris raised his eyebrows, feeling that this girl might be from Caledor.

"Brady Manor outside the city of Lothern is the resting place of Blade Lord Upton. Lord Upton is the guard captain of Mr. Berannar and your uncle's swordsmanship instructor...

I hope you will go to Brady Hall in person and invite Lord Upton to join you on this expedition. "

"Upton..." Alanna was dumbfounded. She and Upton had never met. Besides, would a Blade Lord easily join the journey?

"No need to worry, this is just a simple greeting." Tigris smiled mysteriously, making Alana nod with difficulty.

Brady Manor outside the city is known as one of the most beautiful residences in Lothern.

Towering high on the coastal cliffs, the drifting maple trees in autumn always put a filter in the eyes of visitors, making them feel a sense of excitement and sadness when the waves roar and the leaves fall.

This refers to the situation when the Brady family still existed. During the Civil War, they all went to the gallows for betraying intelligence to Druchi, resulting in the manor losing its owner. The Phoenix King rewarded the Blade Lord Upton.

This allowed the elderly Upton to find a place to rest, watching the sea breeze day and night and recalling the prosperous years of the past.

Alana lowered her head to avoid the crossbow arrows that passed over her head in a particularly elegant manner, and used the magic taught by her uncle to lift the confining runes under her feet...

The knife that could blind the kings happened to slip from the center of the corridor and cut off the top of Alanna's cherished calfskin boots.

The wall with hundreds of steel spikes squeezed into the passage without warning, piercing the thin human body with unparalleled speed.

Alanna shrewdly avoided the physical damage from the steel spikes, and couldn't stop cursing in her heart.

What the hell is this, turning a beautifully landscaped estate into a prison within a few years?

"If you were smarter, you wouldn't be here, Alanna, Eltharion's niece."

After hearing the call, Alanna looked towards the sunlight at the end of the shadow. A tall man in a leather trench coat was standing at the end of the corridor, his bright eyes full of seriousness.

"Sir Upton, I am Alanna. Under the orders of the Supreme Master, I invite you to participate in Cathay's travel plan."

Upton didn't respond. He squinted his eyes and looked at Elsarion's niece, as if he was thinking.

But a handle of light piercing the darkness has appeared from Victor's hand, like the dawn breaking through the eternal darkness, quickly and without hesitation.

The emergence of murderous intent made Alanna's body tense instantly, and the long sword hidden in her robe responded with unparalleled swiftness.

The moves are almost identical, a bit of cold light piercing the darkness is as tough and unyielding as steel. This is the move that Elsharion gave to Alanna, and Upton's swordsmanship style seems to be exactly the same.

When the swords collided, Alanna keenly observed Upton's arm shaking slightly due to the wrestling: "Sir, why are you doing this? I have no ill intentions."

"Really..." Upton retracted his light sword without any intention of entanglement. He swung his leather windbreaker to cover most of the sword's scabbard, put his hands behind his back, and turned around to signal for Alanna to follow.

In the long dark tunnel, Alanna had a lot to say, but looking at Upton's long pale hair in front of her, she didn't know what to say.

While Alanna was still hesitating, Upton had arrived at his destination, a narrow basement lit by candlelight.

Judging from Alana's experience as an intern in the dungeon of Esota Maha, this basement was once a place where torture instruments were kept.

The walls of the basement are covered with various written information and maps, and a camp bed is placed in the corner. Only the round table in the central area has a hint of life.

The premise is that the blood stains on the wooden legs of the round table are washed away, and the bone fragments mixed with the soil are covered up...

Alana first stood there and observed the various information hanging on the wall. With her not so rich experience, she quickly determined what the ring-shaped tentacle pattern hanging on the wall was, and made her judgment in a questioning tone.

"Are you hunting followers of Slaanesh?"

Upton, who placed the long sword on the table, nodded, and his originally calm expression became distorted and ferocious as he mentioned the name of his prey.

"He is a heretic who is not allowed to exist by the gods, a twisted existence who takes pride in playing with body and soul. When his body and mind are thrown into the path of darkness, he has lost the value of his existence. Only eternal annihilation is the destination!"

It seems reasonable for the Blade Lord to hunt down the followers of Slaanesh...but why make Brady Manor look like a dungeon?

Alanna was puzzled, "Sir Upton, if you are hunting down the followers of Slaanesh, you can provide clues to the White Tower of Hoth... Why did you set up Brady Manor so tightly?"

"White Tower of Hoth? Ha." Upton sneered, "The White Tower of Hoth has long become the personal power of Teclis. The Phoenix King has greatly assisted him in controlling the Council of Archmages. Whether or not someone is a Chaos follower is up to him alone."

"I still don't understand." Alanna was even more puzzled. Why should you, a retired Blade Lord, worry about the affairs of the Council of Archmages?

Besides, the Supreme Archmage has the right to control the Council of Archmages, and no one said that Teclis neglected his duties, abused his power for personal gain, and did some dirty things after the end of the civil war.

Could it be that... Sir Upton still has a prejudice against the Supreme Archmage?

Alanna wanted to defend the Supreme Archmage, but Upton had already spoken first.

"Eltharion's niece, your swordsmanship is pretty good. It's obvious that you've practiced hard for a while.

But that's not enough. During the Elven Civil War, you were just a dead soul under Oliveira's sword during the Blade Ritual."

"Eltharion didn't learn everything from me. He wanted to learn too many things, but he didn't reach the top in any one of them.

Hunt this Slaanesh believer with me, and I can teach you all the martial arts I've learned in my life." (End of this chapter)