Chapter 59 Can Deya do it?
Deya pushed Celiste's wheelchair and took Lamia and Camille away from the ruined bar street.

He didn't want to deal with those public security police, so he left all these matters to Braut.

As a civil servant of Susaitani and a member of the Military Intelligence Service, Berlaut was very good at dealing with these people.

Anthony and Barron looked at Deya's receding back.

They looked at the still steaming, burned-out block again, and they both shuddered when they looked at each other.

"Boss, you are so awesome. What kind of magic is this? I have never heard of it. It is too awesome. And that undead creature, is it really an undead creature?"

Fatty Anthony patted his chest, still feeling frightened.

“I have never seen these spells before. Mages are always mysterious. Their numbers are always few and far between, but they all possess great power.

You are really good at taking advantage of others, and the old man's shouting is really smooth."

Thin Barron glanced at his friend.

Anthony said shamelessly, "The boss is so much better than me, so what's wrong with me calling him the boss?"

He licked his dry mouth.

Although the black flames did not burn him, he felt that all the water in his body was about to evaporate just by being around the black flames.

"Barron, tell me what the boss likes, I'm going to cater to his tastes!"

"Have you finally gotten the hang of it? You've even learned how to give gifts?"

"What are you talking about? I am a noble after all, the future Earl of Austin. I know aristocrats' ways."

Anthony said unhappily.

Barron touched his chin, thinking of Lamia and Sallyste who were following Deya, and said hesitantly: "Deya's hobby must be a bit special. He seems to like disabled people!"

Anthony was also confused: "This is not easy to find, how about we find a pretty girl and chop off her limbs?"

"Stay away from me, you pervert!"

……

"I'm sorry, Sally, I scared you. I was planning to take you around Abramana and meet some new friends, but I didn't expect to encounter something like this.

You are not hurt, are you, Celeste?"

The black flames burning in Deya can be seen everywhere in Abrana.

Abrana was in chaos at this time. Even in the noble area, many nobles were awakened and got up to inquire about the situation.

There are more and more public security police patrolling the streets at night.

However, relying on the Cavendish family crest and identity, Deya did not go through any questioning and took Celeste back to the vicinity of the palace.

“You don’t have to apologize, Lord Deya, this has nothing to do with you, you are the victim of the attack.

Compared to me who is not important, your safety is what you should worry about more. You were protecting me just now. Are you, are you not hurt?"

Sitting in a wheelchair, Sally lowered her head and asked softly.

She felt somewhat anxious, not knowing whether she was qualified to care about Lord Deya given her status.

"I'm not injured. Those people don't have the ability to hurt me."

Deya said with a smile.

However, as he said this, Deya felt a chill in his heart.

He possesses the eight-ring spells that were taught to him by his teacher, and also has powerful undead summons like the Ringwraith Knight.

Even though Deya is still far from mastering the 'Undead Scourge'.

But with his current spells and summoned undead, he was enough to eliminate an army of hundreds of people led by a cavalry general.

It’s just that although Deya has a great advantage in legion combat, he is still only a first-ring mage.

It is still too dangerous for Deya to face a real strong man now. What he fears most is the decapitation tactic.

Deya glanced at Lamia and Camille.

This witch is a half-elf and is now considered a direct descendant of Deya.

But one of them is a warlock and the other is an assassin.

As a warlock, Lamia seems to add all her points to attack.

This made Deya very distressed.

Our firepower output is now too sufficient, but our defense is too weak.

He now wished that Camille would change his job to become a big shield warrior so that he could stand in front of him with a shield when fighting.

“Some unexpected events happened today, which made our trip not very enjoyable.

Next time, I will invite you, Sally, to stroll around the streets of Abramana with me.

Ablana is still too quiet at night, so next time, I'd better go during the day."

After sending Sally back to her shabby little house, Deya said with a smile before leaving.

Sally, who was in a low mood, was pleasantly surprised by the sudden invitation. She said with a trembling voice, "Lord Deya, are you still willing to go out with me? I even think that the reason you were assassinated today might be because of me.

I am a cursed man, and it must be me who brought you bad luck."

Celeste had resented the curse she bore in the past.

But that resentment was never as strong as it is now.

If she was the only one cursed, she would try her best to bear it, overcome it with her will, and never compromise.

But if this curse affects Lady Deya because of herself, she will hate herself.

"This has nothing to do with you, don't think too much about it.

If we have to say why I was assassinated, it was because I embarrassed our King and refused the engagement with Theresa.

That's why some people want to make a fuss here. This has nothing to do with you, Sally."

Deya explained to Celeste slowly.

Celeste didn't understand the political intrigues. She just understood that Deya was assassinated because of the king and Theresa.

She had no feelings for her nominal father and sister.

She would be angry if anyone was treated like this by their loved ones.

If it weren't for the blood curse, she would have been killed by her own relatives long ago.

But Sally has always kept this anger buried deep in her heart.

Now Deya's words made her anger burn from the bottom of her heart.

"Salister, is there any place you want to go? To be honest, I'm not very familiar with Abramana. I need to do my homework before I can take you there."

Deya's words brought Sally back to her senses, and she said shyly, "As long as I'm with Lord Deya, I can go anywhere.

In fact, I would like to see where Lord Deya lives. Of course, if that is not possible..."

"no problem."

Deya interrupted her and said with a smile: "Then next time, I will invite you to my house."

Saying,

Deya bent down slightly.

This time Celeste understood. She gently raised her left hand and let Deya kiss her hand.

"I'll leave this wheelchair here with you, so I don't have to bring it here next time."

Leaving this sentence, Deya said goodbye and left.

Sally stared at his departing back in a daze, with countless fantasies and ripples in her heart.

But in those fantasies, she also had hesitations.

Will I really not bring misfortune to Lord Deya?
Besides, there was nothing I could do.

If I had been able to help Lord Deya when he was assassinated just now.

If I had great power...

……

"Sent her back?"

Lamia folded her hands over her abdomen with an elegant posture.

Seeing Deya coming out of the dilapidated house, she asked in a cold voice.

"LaMia, your tone is very bad, you need to have some empathy... Are you jealous?"

Deya said jokingly with a smile on his face.

"Why should I be jealous?"

"Who knows? Well, it's getting late, let's go back and rest. By the way, Lamia, I was really touched by the way you stood in front of me to protect me just now."

"I am only fulfilling our agreement."

"That's a shame. I thought you had feelings for me and didn't want to see me die."

“Are you so narcissistic?”

"It's better to be self-satisfied than to have low self-esteem, isn't it?"

The half-elf Camille watched his master and the witch flirting, shrugged his shoulders, and followed them at a distance.

……

The next day, the news that the second son of the Earl of Cavendish had been assassinated spread throughout Abram at the speed of a storm.

At the same time as this news was being spread, other royal scandals including Deya's broken engagement and Princess Theresa's private life were also reported.

The two events together make people feel that they are somewhat intriguing, and have become a topic of conversation among the people of the capital after dinner, causing a lot of buzz.

(End of this chapter)