"That's the Lureya light column, used to direct various parts of Lureya. Now..." Natasha's mood suddenly fell: "It's no longer practical."

Cyril rubbed his forehead with some worries and looked at Lydia again. The latter's face was excited, and he murmured, "It is necessary to use such powerful light to transmit signals. How huge is Lurea--"

It seems that she has no reflection on her rash actions just now.

Mia gently pulled Cyril's sleeve from the side. He turned around and the girl's face was full of self-blame: "Mr. Wei, I blame me for not stopping her in time. If I thought that such a thing would happen, I would definitely not..."

"I handed over the magic crystal to her." Cyril shook his head, "I was impulsive just now."

He looked at Lydia not far away and understood in his heart why Lydia in his previous life was so miserable - he was clearly studying useful equipment such as Magic Crystal Drive Armor, but he couldn't even get into the Mage Tower, and eventually died of poverty.

At the beginning, I thought these were not important, but she was born at the wrong time. Now it seems that this is inevitable.

Even if any duke is willing to pay her money, he will probably be so angry that he will drive her out by her actions.

Cyril took a few deep breaths and adjusted his mentality.

Natasha did not show any strange emotions about the light column being triggered, but just said calmly: "Master Cyril, I have prepared the remaining information of Lurea. How do you plan it?"

"You can filter it, and leave it to Lydia for research on the contents of the runes and magic crystals, and you have to supervise it frequently so that she will not make such a thing again - no, I will never want such a thing to happen before we take down the Phil." Cyril pulled Natassa aside and explained it extremely seriously.

The only thing that is, the precautions he had ordered to Natasha were all those that Siliki had already prepared to implement - whether it was to strengthen the investigation of Phil's corps or to prevent spies from entering, they were already on Siliki's agenda.

There were still signs of previous magic fluctuations in the air. The clouds at the height were penetrated by the light column and then slowly recovered. Cyril felt the aura of the light column gradually dissipated, and suddenly realized what he had missed.

"Earl Adrien, I hope you explain what happened to the aura fluctuation just now?"

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

It's broken, forget Daro!

Cyril turned his head to look at the place where the sound came from. Not far away, Daro Ruskin's not-so-looking face was coming with a smug smile on his not-so-looking face.

He thought about it and immediately went forward, and said with a smile: "What's wrong, Lord Ruskin Supervisor, I'm just trying some new swordsmanship, has you disturbed? That's really awkward. I remember that our Siliki's account books are quite thick. I guess you must have tried your best, right?"

"Swordsman? Haha! Earl Adrien, do you think I don't understand swordsmanship, so you lie to me with such words!" Daro suddenly shouted: "There are all related to Siliki in my supervision, Earl Adrien! I advise you to be honest now, for your Highness..."

When he said this, Cyril suddenly had a thought in his mind. He immediately interrupted Daro and frowned and said, "Oh? So you still have the place of Your Highness in your heart?"

"What did you say?" Daro was stunned for a moment.

"This place is so far from Solconan. Even if your highness has arrangements, I will pinch the little Count who has a little personal grudge. You shouldn't think so, right?" Cyril sneered, looking at Daro's face with a hint of confusion, and then lowered his voice: "I advise you not to worry about this matter, Lord Raskin!"

"You mean, this has something to do with Your Highness?" Daro was confused for a moment, then realized, "The light column just now?"

"Otherwise, why would Your Highness give me a little knight to be an earl here?" Cyril waved his hand, "You can check the finances and infrastructure related to Cyriki at will, but what is related to Your Highness..."

Daro lowered his head and said nothing. He touched his chin, looked at the house not far away with doubts for a few glances, and finally took his eyes back.

"Your Highness, what are you thinking?" He was confused in his heart, and finally snorted coldly, then left with his hands behind his back.

It was not until Daro completely disappeared from sight that Cyril felt his body relaxed. If Mia, who was beside him, would have been sitting directly on the ground.

He was glad that Daro Raskin took the initiative to throw out a perfect excuse to let him hide it. This ruin of Lurea is definitely not something that outsiders can contact. If Lydia's next research goes well, Siliki's equipment can be quickly replaced with magic crystal drive armor, and its combat power will not only double.

But if Lydia makes such a mess again...

Cyril looked at the authentic house with some concern. Mia seemed to understand what he was thinking, tiptoed to Cyril's ear and said softly:

"Mr. Wei, don't worry, as long as Teacher Lydia gives her a direction, she will dive into the research and will not touch anything else. I will supervise her and ask her to write reports on the research progress regularly..."

"If you are still worried, you can actually use research funds to threaten her..."

Cyril's ears were tickled by her breath, but Mia's words calmed him a lot like a cardiotonic.

He nodded, and suddenly felt very lucky in his heart.

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The impact of the Lureya light column incident was more serious than expected. The light column was too eye-catching. Both residents, soldiers in training, and farmers in the farm saw this scene.

The expected spy also came. Morey O'Connor's second master, the O'Connor family, seemed to have got some tricks for Siliki from his father. As soon as Siliki made an move, the guards discovered five or six suspected spies the next day.

Cyril was originally thinking about how to determine the identities of these people and do some targeted treatments, but within five days, a major news broke out in Amasil, making Siliki's vision seem insignificant.

Duke O'Connor, critically ill.

"Is the message accurate?"

"It's true." Atsk held three long parchment paper in his hand: "The news from the Mandelkesburg Chamber of Commerce, the news from the informants we buried there, and the key is the news from Morager - that was the place where the O'Connor family made their fortune. The three pieces of intelligence all said that Darcy O'Connor was critically ill."

Dalsey O'Connor, currently Duke of Amasil, reigned for nearly thirty years. Compared with his ancestors, Dalsey O'Connor had a paranoid desire to control when he was young, so that his control over the Adelaide coast, central Amasil and other areas was far better than his ancestors, and even better than when the Vader family was in power a hundred years ago.

The financial powers of these places are tightly held in Duke O'Connor's hands, and he is too centralized to allow him to supervise these places at any time and facilitate his handover.

But the problem is that the inheritance rights of the O'Connor family have not been determined yet. Even except for Gene O'Connor, who has been expelled from the core part of the rights, his three remaining sons, the eldest son Hobber O'Connor, the second son Morey O'Connor, and the third son Carter O'Connor, have a similar position in his mind.

Cyril was not surprised by the news that Duke O'Connor was critically ill, because when the player arrived at Amasil, the Duke Amasil was no longer Dalsey O'Connor.

Historically, it was his eldest son, Hobber O'Connor, who took over the throne as the Duke. But before taking over, Cyril was not sure what had happened within his family.

There are even speculations that the reason why Gene O'Connor suddenly disappeared was because he was wiped out by the newly appointed Duke's killer.

"Is there any news about the will?"

Baron Gene had already stood up, holding a piece of paper tightly in his hand, and the veins on his arms burst out, obviously he was extremely nervous.

"No, now it should be the time for the Mage of the Tower of Green to rescue Duke O'Connor. If you cannot save it, I'm afraid the will will be released by the Tower of Green."

Cyril raised his eyes and asked, "Does the mage of Green Tower specialize in healing?"

"No, the specialization projects of Green Tower are mostly earth elements, and destroying the terrain is their specialization." Gene shook his head.

He specializes in his skills, and the same is true for the Mage Tower. For example, the North Wind Tower, the atmospheric magic and magic array are the directions for his major; in the future, Roderick's Star Tower will major introductory witchcraft.

The Green Tower is not as important as its name to focus on forest-related natural elements, but rather specializes in earth elements, such as Zimmermann.

"What about the druid? Is the relationship between the druid and Duke O'Connor?"

"Druid...To be honest, many of the things that my father had offended the Druids in his early years. The relationship between the O'Connor family and the Druids was even worse than that with the elves - although the Aoye clan would not do his best to help with the rescue."

"So, it is very likely that Duke O'Connor cannot save him?" Cyrill frowned, stood up, and paced back and forth in the conference room.

There were not many people in the conference room, such as Rod and Leonardo, who were busy training soldiers, so there were only Cyril, Baron Gene, Atsk and Miss Mia who had just arrived in Cialique.

At this time, Mia, who had already understood the matter in just a few words, raised her hand and asked, "I have a problem."

Everyone looked at her and she asked, "Duke O'Connor is good for us to live or die."

This question doesn't even need to be thought about, Cyril and Atsk have blurted out: "It's best for us to be half dead."

After the two of them finished speaking, they remembered that the son of the guy who was "half-dead" was still standing in front of them, and they couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. But Baron Gene smiled casually: "Don't care about me, I have almost no place to be close to him except for his bloodline."

He paused for a moment and continued, "It is true that he is the best for us half-dead."

If Duke O'Connor dies and his will is determined directly, Amasil will not fall into the turmoil caused by "dividing property and robbing titles" among his sons. If Duke O'Connor is alive, even if he is just a little weak, it will not affect the overall situation.

Only the state of being half-dead and dying can completely trigger conflicts between several sons - anyway, my father doesn't know about it on the hospital bed. When we get a result, we will go to the hospital bed to tell him that he should be angry and will be angry, and he will succeed the throne with justification.

"Is the battle between the nobles so cruel?" Mia couldn't help but cover her mouth, unable to imagine the situation outlined by the three of them in a few words.

"Maybe even more cruel than this." Cyrill shook his head, "Maybe Duke O'Connor's critical illness was not sudden, but someone deliberately did it?"

He looked at Mia as if she was in a mess and couldn't help but smile: "Actually, if you read more novels, you can know many things that seem incredible, and reality is far more incredible than those."

"We need a chaotic situation where they cannot support each other, and this is the best time for us to start," Ask concluded.

"Let's wait for the information, and then we will report it." Cyril said thinking.

"What about the garrison? Should we move towards the Phil Territory first?" Atsk continued, "If the news is confirmed, we can conquer the Phil Territory's city as fast as possible. If it is a surprise attack..."

"No need." Cyrill shook his head, "Gen should know the personality of Morey O'Connor, right?"

"He's pretty stupid," Baron Gene said bluntly, "but at this time, he will protect his own acre of three-point land first, because Hobert is likely to attack him first."

"So the troops led by Phil won't be dispersed?"

"I don't know much," Gene affirmed, "I can only continue to wait for information."

"But what should that person do?" Atsk said, frowning again, "With that person's character, will he let us do it? I think the Lord Lord doesn't deal with him very well?"

"It's not just not dealing with it." Cyril sighed, "If it weren't for the title of His Highness the Princess, I'm afraid I'd have been torn by him and hung it on the city gate."

"Is there such a big grudge?" Atsk had heard about Daro from Cyril and couldn't help but say in surprise, "I suspect now that you are sleeping, Lord Lord..."

He was about to joke, but his eyes swept to Mia, who was beside him, stopped immediately, and smiled awkwardly, "Ahaha, his brother was not killed by you, why should you take your anger on you?"

"If you want to send troops, you still have to find a way to get around his ears and ears." Cyril glared at Atsk, but he replied normally, "I will go and ask Mrs. Vader if there is any news from her family."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and pushed open the door:

"After meeting."
Chapter completed!