Chapter 15
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The magistrate slept little and worried a lot last days. He was waiting for the banquet that he had organized impatiently, saying to himself that it would probably change his ideas and help him relax.
In recent months, the work had accumulated and although he may consider himself the main security force and he is legally and locally the main representative of the Kingdom of Hent and its environs, the highest ranking officers of the army did not listen to him.
Every day was a torture for him. Daily negotiations so that he can exercise his authority from where most of the time he would come out loser and depressed.
The Colonel did not like him. The Reserve Captain hated him while making fun of his fatness when he did not even bother to answer him. To find a little support he had contacted the prefect and thought that this one in order to maintain this area in good order will certainly help him, but to his great despair this great man just answered him that to get out personally would prove his worth and thus help it to great future achievements. He found himself left behind in a sea of administrative and judicial problems that he had to try to solve by his own means, which admittedly were rather minimal.
Immersed in his thoughts, he saw himself in the capital like four years ago with his friends and family who supported him. [Ahhh I want to leave this damn place and return home.] One of her maids arrived at this moment to get him out of his momentary torpor, announcing that a young girl wanted an audience with him but that not knowing who she was the butler had let him wait at the door. Surprised that a girl wanted to see him, he left, followed by his maid. At the entrance, the butler stood as if he wanted to block the passage. What devotion and courage he thought of watching this butler protect the house with such a virile and heroic aura against a young woman. Arriving at the door, he looked at this girl. She was really beautiful and he had never seen more beautiful. A beautiful face, a dress a little too sexy and revealing for his young age. Yes in five or six years she would certainly attract a large number of men. But what was a little girl doing at her door? Although young women inquired about things with him or asked for help, all were old enough to get married and had to be engaged. What girl would knock on the door of an unaccompanied man? Lost in thought, he did not hear the young lady talking to him. This man was definitely very tired and deserved a long vacation.
Then he noticed that a small hand was pulling on his jacket. He reacts then. "Forgive me, I was thoughtful. May I know who exactly I am honored and what is the reason for your presence here? "
Ayleen found him immediately sympathetic and appreciated him. " Hello Magistrate Lomparde, although I would have preferred to be welcome in your living room, we will nonetheless make our presentations according to your desires. We are lucky, the weather is nice and the heat is moderate. Everything is in place to have a constructive conversation while I stand outside and you inside. Mr. Lomparde, I will stop teasing you here. In principle, although you do not know it, we were to meet tomorrow. My father, who was supposed to attend your banquet, allowed me to take part in his place and in his name. My name is Ayleen Prishen, Princess of Saxony, which makes Duke Aurel Prishen my father. I came one day in advance to talk about private things, so it would be wrong if we continued our discussion here or are you reluctant to let me in?"
As soon as she had finished speaking Lomparde knew for sure the reason for her presence here. It was actually a very good thing, if they reached an agreement then it would be profitable for him. Moreover, since he had received this object, his sleep did not improve on the contrary.
He had just to hire three extra expensive guards to keep him safe because of this damn acquisition. This little princess could very well be the one who would finally get out of this tiring situation and this city that did not like her.
But he was very surprised. From what he knew about the little girl, it was said to be angry and cruel, but he did not feel it that way. Certainly she was a little mocking, but what noble young lady did not behave this way. He would not be offended by such a small thing. If he wanted to compare his little jokes to the affronts he suffered daily officers then all this would be just teasing for a harmonious relationship.
While he was still in deep thought, the same little hand brought him back to those senses. "
Oh, my apologies again Princess, this magistrate certainly works a little too much for this city and lacks sleep. I hope you will not be mistaken in imagining that your presence bothers me. Forget all the tedious formalities and allow this Magistrate to lead you into the living room. Very comfortable chairs in which we can make the best naps are waiting for us and I speak in connoisseurs believe in my experience in this area.
Ayleen wanted to laugh but held back. This man was really funny but to contain himself was necessary for the moment. This dwelling was typical of the bourgeois houses of the empire, of wide corridors that stole the space of the rooms. The very elaborate decoration including its two fireplaces in the living room, ornaments and moldings everywhere on the walls and ceilings. Ceilings that were very high through did many massive beams. The woodwork was however not numerous but nicely worked.
The house must meet the needs of the person living there. It must best represent its social status. This house with its oversized living room was certainly built with this in mind. Built so that the host can organize large banquets and thus show themselves in society.
Lomparde, after refreshments were placed on the table begged Ayleen to sit down. "Princess, before coming to meet me, you must have taken some information and understood that I am an honest, honest man who likes to get straight to the point. That is why I allow myself to ask you, about what subject did you want to talk to me privately? If I can help you, I'll do my best to do that, of course. "
Ayleen thought that this man was as fake as a gambler, thus simulating ignorance. But considering that she would have done the same if she was in her place she understood her position. "Monsieur Lomparde, I know that you have recently received a vial of fairy tears, and that its provenance can not permit you to sell it. This vial correct me if I'm wrong had to be sold at Hent's auction house but his carriers were slaughtered on the way. This is not surprising because the fairy tears have not been seen for twelve years and when they reappear and finally end up in your hands. Many people would be willing to remove you for this flask Mr. Lomparde. Moreover a high representative of the law possessing a stolen property would not be very good for him or for his family if that were to be known.
If this information reached me you can be sure that others know it too. I am far from having the best intelligence services of the Kingdom. In my opinion, giving me this vial would be a relief for you and your nights would be much better. "
Lomparde who was waiting for this moment played the difficult ones by formulating his own request. "I had the idea that your coming was not unrelated to this cursed object. I will accept to offer it to you but will you accept in return to listen to me for a moment? You know in Hent I do not feel very comfortable. The soldiers scorn me and especially my family and my friends who live all in the capital miss me so cruelly. If someone gave me the chance to send me back to the capital and offered me a bigger job, I would offer him this bottle with the greatest pleasure. "
Ayleen knew she was right to appreciate this man. He was not afraid of her and even asked him to promote him. He was really an interesting man. "I can offer you two options because I sincerely love you. The first is in my opinion the most advantageous. Old Vicomte Alstoy passed away last month without heirs and if you wished you could get his title and therefore a lower minister role at court. Very honestly it would be the simplest option for me. I will arrange for his previous assets and possessions to come back to you as well. You will still need to administer the viscount and it will take at least four months per year. Four months during which you will be far from the capital. But the Viscount is two days on horseback from Saxony so you can come back quickly. The second option is more or less the one you want. It would be a post of sous-préfet. Let's be clear prefect is impossible but the sub-prefect in Saxony will retire in the coming months. The date has already been announced but I do not remember. I can with the help of my connections to get this position but a higher function can only depend on your own skills. I have now clearly explained what I could offer you, it remains to know if you will be interested. "
Lomparde wanted to dance right now but that would be embarrassing to say the least. "I see myself well with a title of nobility, do not you think that it would be very good for me? I will trust you Princess and give you this damn object but if I can afford it when will this title be handed to me?
Ayleen was stunned. So simple? She had prepared innumerable arguments to persuade him but he had to really hate this place otherwise the negotiation would certainly have been more difficult. "I'll let my uncle know. Give me your registration name on your communication report and you will be contacted as soon as everything is ready. And can you prepare me a room for this night because I intend to absorb the contents of the flask today, I do not have the patience to wait any longer. Nina my lieutenant royal knights patient at this time in front of your house. I would be grateful if you could also prepare a room for him. "
Lomparde spoke to his butler who came back with a very common wooden box. "Your flask is inside . I preferred to note my registration name it on this paper to avoid confusion. Einz will take you to the second floor where you will wait for a suite in which you can swallow this diabolical water in peace. Rest assured a room will be given to your Lieutenant. You are obviously very impatient so take it straight away. If something goes wrong, a bell is available in every room. "
Ayleen followed Einz to the second floor and entered a large, very masculine bedroom. She sat in the middle of the bed, opened the wooden box and finally discovered the vial she had dreamed of in recent days. There was no more than ten centilitres in this bottle but the purity was undeniable. The fairy water came from the fairy fountain but had to be concentrated many times and cleared of all its impurities by a great master alchemist in order to finalize this liquid really profitable to the growth of the magician who would absorb it. Regardless of his rank, the fairy water would allow the magician to gain from three to five levels which was huge and explained the reason why so many people would be willing to commit crimes to obtain it.
Ayleen swallowed the contents immediately. At first, her stomach hurt and felt that if she did not run to the toilet quickly an accident could occur. When she wanted to get up, she realized that her legs were not working properly. They began to tremble, which scared him. But before she could ask for help she lost her sense of sight and she began to convulse violently. She suffered a great deal physically, but the most distressing were those auditory hallucinations and scenes from her past that were constantly being repeated.
When Nina entered the room she found her trembling, drooling on her, eyes rolled back with a hard breath. Immediately she ordered that a doctor be brought. Just after the maid left to bring in a doctor, Ayleen calmed down and fell asleep. Everyone was anxious again awaiting the arrival of the doctor and his diagnosis. According to the latter, the ingested product had to be a bit too strong for Ayleen's body, but everything would be fine after she rested.
The next day when she woke up her head ached terribly and she remembered what she had endured by drinking the contents of this vial. She wanted to see if after all these sufferings her magical power had increased. Indeed she had gained four levels in each of these elements, sacred magician grandmaster *** she was directly passed to God *.
Soon the entrance exams for the Sina Academy, that I humiliate all these postulant candidates by showing them what a true magician is.
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The magistrate slept little and worried a lot last days. He was waiting for the banquet that he had organized impatiently, saying to himself that it would probably change his ideas and help him relax.
In recent months, the work had accumulated and although he may consider himself the main security force and he is legally and locally the main representative of the Kingdom of Hent and its environs, the highest ranking officers of the army did not listen to him.
Every day was a torture for him. Daily negotiations so that he can exercise his authority from where most of the time he would come out loser and depressed.
The Colonel did not like him. The Reserve Captain hated him while making fun of his fatness when he did not even bother to answer him. To find a little support he had contacted the prefect and thought that this one in order to maintain this area in good order will certainly help him, but to his great despair this great man just answered him that to get out personally would prove his worth and thus help it to great future achievements. He found himself left behind in a sea of administrative and judicial problems that he had to try to solve by his own means, which admittedly were rather minimal.
Immersed in his thoughts, he saw himself in the capital like four years ago with his friends and family who supported him. [Ahhh I want to leave this damn place and return home.] One of her maids arrived at this moment to get him out of his momentary torpor, announcing that a young girl wanted an audience with him but that not knowing who she was the butler had let him wait at the door. Surprised that a girl wanted to see him, he left, followed by his maid. At the entrance, the butler stood as if he wanted to block the passage. What devotion and courage he thought of watching this butler protect the house with such a virile and heroic aura against a young woman. Arriving at the door, he looked at this girl. She was really beautiful and he had never seen more beautiful. A beautiful face, a dress a little too sexy and revealing for his young age. Yes in five or six years she would certainly attract a large number of men. But what was a little girl doing at her door? Although young women inquired about things with him or asked for help, all were old enough to get married and had to be engaged. What girl would knock on the door of an unaccompanied man? Lost in thought, he did not hear the young lady talking to him. This man was definitely very tired and deserved a long vacation.
Then he noticed that a small hand was pulling on his jacket. He reacts then. "Forgive me, I was thoughtful. May I know who exactly I am honored and what is the reason for your presence here? "
Ayleen found him immediately sympathetic and appreciated him. " Hello Magistrate Lomparde, although I would have preferred to be welcome in your living room, we will nonetheless make our presentations according to your desires. We are lucky, the weather is nice and the heat is moderate. Everything is in place to have a constructive conversation while I stand outside and you inside. Mr. Lomparde, I will stop teasing you here. In principle, although you do not know it, we were to meet tomorrow. My father, who was supposed to attend your banquet, allowed me to take part in his place and in his name. My name is Ayleen Prishen, Princess of Saxony, which makes Duke Aurel Prishen my father. I came one day in advance to talk about private things, so it would be wrong if we continued our discussion here or are you reluctant to let me in?"
As soon as she had finished speaking Lomparde knew for sure the reason for her presence here. It was actually a very good thing, if they reached an agreement then it would be profitable for him. Moreover, since he had received this object, his sleep did not improve on the contrary.
He had just to hire three extra expensive guards to keep him safe because of this damn acquisition. This little princess could very well be the one who would finally get out of this tiring situation and this city that did not like her.
But he was very surprised. From what he knew about the little girl, it was said to be angry and cruel, but he did not feel it that way. Certainly she was a little mocking, but what noble young lady did not behave this way. He would not be offended by such a small thing. If he wanted to compare his little jokes to the affronts he suffered daily officers then all this would be just teasing for a harmonious relationship.
While he was still in deep thought, the same little hand brought him back to those senses. "
Oh, my apologies again Princess, this magistrate certainly works a little too much for this city and lacks sleep. I hope you will not be mistaken in imagining that your presence bothers me. Forget all the tedious formalities and allow this Magistrate to lead you into the living room. Very comfortable chairs in which we can make the best naps are waiting for us and I speak in connoisseurs believe in my experience in this area.
Ayleen wanted to laugh but held back. This man was really funny but to contain himself was necessary for the moment. This dwelling was typical of the bourgeois houses of the empire, of wide corridors that stole the space of the rooms. The very elaborate decoration including its two fireplaces in the living room, ornaments and moldings everywhere on the walls and ceilings. Ceilings that were very high through did many massive beams. The woodwork was however not numerous but nicely worked.
The house must meet the needs of the person living there. It must best represent its social status. This house with its oversized living room was certainly built with this in mind. Built so that the host can organize large banquets and thus show themselves in society.
Lomparde, after refreshments were placed on the table begged Ayleen to sit down. "Princess, before coming to meet me, you must have taken some information and understood that I am an honest, honest man who likes to get straight to the point. That is why I allow myself to ask you, about what subject did you want to talk to me privately? If I can help you, I'll do my best to do that, of course. "
Ayleen thought that this man was as fake as a gambler, thus simulating ignorance. But considering that she would have done the same if she was in her place she understood her position. "Monsieur Lomparde, I know that you have recently received a vial of fairy tears, and that its provenance can not permit you to sell it. This vial correct me if I'm wrong had to be sold at Hent's auction house but his carriers were slaughtered on the way. This is not surprising because the fairy tears have not been seen for twelve years and when they reappear and finally end up in your hands. Many people would be willing to remove you for this flask Mr. Lomparde. Moreover a high representative of the law possessing a stolen property would not be very good for him or for his family if that were to be known.
If this information reached me you can be sure that others know it too. I am far from having the best intelligence services of the Kingdom. In my opinion, giving me this vial would be a relief for you and your nights would be much better. "
Lomparde who was waiting for this moment played the difficult ones by formulating his own request. "I had the idea that your coming was not unrelated to this cursed object. I will accept to offer it to you but will you accept in return to listen to me for a moment? You know in Hent I do not feel very comfortable. The soldiers scorn me and especially my family and my friends who live all in the capital miss me so cruelly. If someone gave me the chance to send me back to the capital and offered me a bigger job, I would offer him this bottle with the greatest pleasure. "
Ayleen knew she was right to appreciate this man. He was not afraid of her and even asked him to promote him. He was really an interesting man. "I can offer you two options because I sincerely love you. The first is in my opinion the most advantageous. Old Vicomte Alstoy passed away last month without heirs and if you wished you could get his title and therefore a lower minister role at court. Very honestly it would be the simplest option for me. I will arrange for his previous assets and possessions to come back to you as well. You will still need to administer the viscount and it will take at least four months per year. Four months during which you will be far from the capital. But the Viscount is two days on horseback from Saxony so you can come back quickly. The second option is more or less the one you want. It would be a post of sous-préfet. Let's be clear prefect is impossible but the sub-prefect in Saxony will retire in the coming months. The date has already been announced but I do not remember. I can with the help of my connections to get this position but a higher function can only depend on your own skills. I have now clearly explained what I could offer you, it remains to know if you will be interested. "
Lomparde wanted to dance right now but that would be embarrassing to say the least. "I see myself well with a title of nobility, do not you think that it would be very good for me? I will trust you Princess and give you this damn object but if I can afford it when will this title be handed to me?
Ayleen was stunned. So simple? She had prepared innumerable arguments to persuade him but he had to really hate this place otherwise the negotiation would certainly have been more difficult. "I'll let my uncle know. Give me your registration name on your communication report and you will be contacted as soon as everything is ready. And can you prepare me a room for this night because I intend to absorb the contents of the flask today, I do not have the patience to wait any longer. Nina my lieutenant royal knights patient at this time in front of your house. I would be grateful if you could also prepare a room for him. "
Lomparde spoke to his butler who came back with a very common wooden box. "Your flask is inside . I preferred to note my registration name it on this paper to avoid confusion. Einz will take you to the second floor where you will wait for a suite in which you can swallow this diabolical water in peace. Rest assured a room will be given to your Lieutenant. You are obviously very impatient so take it straight away. If something goes wrong, a bell is available in every room. "
Ayleen followed Einz to the second floor and entered a large, very masculine bedroom. She sat in the middle of the bed, opened the wooden box and finally discovered the vial she had dreamed of in recent days. There was no more than ten centilitres in this bottle but the purity was undeniable. The fairy water came from the fairy fountain but had to be concentrated many times and cleared of all its impurities by a great master alchemist in order to finalize this liquid really profitable to the growth of the magician who would absorb it. Regardless of his rank, the fairy water would allow the magician to gain from three to five levels which was huge and explained the reason why so many people would be willing to commit crimes to obtain it.
Ayleen swallowed the contents immediately. At first, her stomach hurt and felt that if she did not run to the toilet quickly an accident could occur. When she wanted to get up, she realized that her legs were not working properly. They began to tremble, which scared him. But before she could ask for help she lost her sense of sight and she began to convulse violently. She suffered a great deal physically, but the most distressing were those auditory hallucinations and scenes from her past that were constantly being repeated.
When Nina entered the room she found her trembling, drooling on her, eyes rolled back with a hard breath. Immediately she ordered that a doctor be brought. Just after the maid left to bring in a doctor, Ayleen calmed down and fell asleep. Everyone was anxious again awaiting the arrival of the doctor and his diagnosis. According to the latter, the ingested product had to be a bit too strong for Ayleen's body, but everything would be fine after she rested.
The next day when she woke up her head ached terribly and she remembered what she had endured by drinking the contents of this vial. She wanted to see if after all these sufferings her magical power had increased. Indeed she had gained four levels in each of these elements, sacred magician grandmaster *** she was directly passed to God *.
Soon the entrance exams for the Sina Academy, that I humiliate all these postulant candidates by showing them what a true magician is.
The magistrate slept little and worried a lot last days. He was waiting for the banquet that he had organized impatiently, saying to himself that it would probably change his ideas and help him relax.In recent months, the work had accumulated and although he may consider himself the main security force and he is legally and locally the main representative of the Kingdom of Hent and its environs, the highest ranking officers of the army did not listen to him.Every day was a torture for him. Daily negotiations so that he can exercise his authority from where most of the time he would come out loser and depressed.The Colonel did not like him. The Reserve Captain hated him while making fun of his fatness when he did not even bother to answer him. To find a little support he had contacted the prefect and thought that this one in order to maintain this area in good order will certainly help him, but to his great despair this great man just answered him that to get out personally would prove his worth and thus help it to great future achievements. He found himself left behind in a sea of administrative and judicial problems that he had to try to solve by his own means, which admittedly were rather minimal.Immersed in his thoughts, he saw himself in the capital like four years ago with his friends and family who supported him. Ahhh I want to leave this damn place and return home. One of her maids arrived at this moment to get him out of his momentary torpor, announcing that a young girl wanted an audience with him but that not knowing who she was the butler had let him wait at the door. Surprised that a girl wanted to see him, he left, followed by his maid. At the entrance, the butler stood as if he wanted to block the passage. What devotion and courage he thought of watching this butler protect the house with such a virile and heroic aura against a young woman. Arriving at the door, he looked at this girl. She was really beautiful and he had never seen more beautiful. A beautiful face, a dress a little too sexy and revealing for his young age. Yes in five or six years she would certainly attract a large number of men. But what was a little girl doing at her door? Although young women inquired about things with him or asked for help, all were old enough to get married and had to be engaged. What girl would knock on the door of an unaccompanied man? Lost in thought, he did not hear the young lady talking to him. This man was definitely very tired and deserved a long vacation.Then he noticed that a small hand was pulling on his jacket. He reacts then. "Forgive me, I was thoughtful. May I know who exactly I am honored and what is the reason for your presence here? "Ayleen found him immediately sympathetic and appreciated him. " Hello Magistrate Lomparde, although I would have preferred to be welcome in your living room, we will nonetheless make our presentations according to your desires. We are lucky, the weather is nice and the heat is moderate. Everything is in place to have a constructive conversation while I stand outside and you inside. Mr. Lomparde, I will stop teasing you here. In principle, although you do not know it, we were to meet tomorrow. My father, who was supposed to attend your banquet, allowed me to take part in his place and in his name. My name is Ayleen Prishen, Princess of Saxony, which makes Duke Aurel Prishen my father. I came one day in advance to talk about private things, so it would be wrong if we continued our discussion here or are you reluctant to let me in?"As soon as she had finished speaking Lomparde knew for sure the reason for her presence here. It was actually a very good thing, if they reached an agreement then it would be profitable for him. Moreover, since he had received this object, his sleep did not improve on the contrary.He had just to hire three extra expensive guards to keep him safe because of this damn acquisition. This little princess could very well be the one who would finally get out of this tiring situation and this city that did not like her.But he was very surprised. From what he knew about the little girl, it was said to be angry and cruel, but he did not feel it that way. Certainly she was a little mocking, but what noble young lady did not behave this way. He would not be offended by such a small thing. If he wanted to compare his little jokes to the affronts he suffered daily officers then all this would be just teasing for a harmonious relationship.While he was still in deep thought, the same little hand brought him back to those senses. "Oh, my apologies again Princess, this magistrate certainly works a little too much for this city and lacks sleep. I hope you will not be mistaken in imagining that your presence bothers me. Forget all the tedious formalities and allow this Magistrate to lead you into the living room. Very comfortable chairs in which we can make the best naps are waiting for us and I speak in connoisseurs believe in my experience in this area.Ayleen wanted to laugh but held back. This man was really funny but to contain himself was necessary for the moment. This dwelling was typical of the bourgeois houses of the empire, of wide corridors that stole the space of the rooms. The very elaborate decoration including its two fireplaces in the living room, ornaments and moldings everywhere on the walls and ceilings. Ceilings that were very high through did many massive beams. The woodwork was however not numerous but nicely worked.The house must meet the needs of the person living there. It must best represent its social status. This house with its oversized living room was certainly built with this in mind. Built so that the host can organize large banquets and thus show themselves in society.Lomparde, after refreshments were placed on the table begged Ayleen to sit down. "Princess, before coming to meet me, you must have taken some information and understood that I am an honest, honest man who likes to get straight to the point. That is why I allow myself to ask you, about what subject did you want to talk to me privately? If I can help you, I'll do my best to do that, of course. "Ayleen thought that this man was as fake as a gambler, thus simulating ignorance. But considering that she would have done the same if she was in her place she understood her position. "Monsieur Lomparde, I know that you have recently received a vial of fairy tears, and that its provenance can not permit you to sell it. This vial correct me if I'm wrong had to be sold at Hent's auction house but his carriers were slaughtered on the way. This is not surprising because the fairy tears have not been seen for twelve years and when they reappear and finally end up in your hands. Many people would be willing to remove you for this flask Mr. Lomparde. Moreover a high representative of the law possessing a stolen property would not be very good for him or for his family if that were to be known.If this information reached me you can be sure that others know it too. I am far from having the best intelligence services of the Kingdom. In my opinion, giving me this vial would be a relief for you and your nights would be much better. "Lomparde who was waiting for this moment played the difficult ones by formulating his own request. "I had the idea that your coming was not unrelated to this cursed object. I will accept to offer it to you but will you accept in return to listen to me for a moment? You know in Hent I do not feel very comfortable. The soldiers scorn me and especially my family and my friends who live all in the capital miss me so cruelly. If someone gave me the chance to send me back to the capital and offered me a bigger job, I would offer him this bottle with the greatest pleasure. "Ayleen knew she was right to appreciate this man. He was not afraid of her and even asked him to promote him. He was really an interesting man. "I can offer you two options because I sincerely love you. The first is in my opinion the most advantageous. Old Vicomte Alstoy passed away last month without heirs and if you wished you could get his title and therefore a lower minister role at court. Very honestly it would be the simplest option for me. I will arrange for his previous assets and possessions to come back to you as well. You will still need to administer the viscount and it will take at least four months per year. Four months during which you will be far from the capital. But the Viscount is two days on horseback from Saxony so you can come back quickly. The second option is more or less the one you want. It would be a post of sous-prfet. Let's be clear prefect is impossible but the sub-prefect in Saxony will retire in the coming months. The date has already been announced but I do not remember. I can with the help of my connections to get this position but a higher function can only depend on your own skills. I have now clearly explained what I could offer you, it remains to know if you will be interested. "Lomparde wanted to dance right now but that would be embarrassing to say the least. "I see myself well with a title of nobility, do not you think that it would be very good for me? I will trust you Princess and give you this damn object but if I can afford it when will this title be handed to me?Ayleen was stunned. So simple? She had prepared innumerable arguments to persuade him but he had to really hate this place otherwise the negotiation would certainly have been more difficult. "I'll let my uncle know. Give me your registration name on your communication report and you will be contacted as soon as everything is ready. And can you prepare me a room for this night because I intend to absorb the contents of the flask today, I do not have the patience to wait any longer. Nina my lieutenant royal knights patient at this time in front of your house. I would be grateful if you could also prepare a room for him. "Lomparde spoke to his butler who came back with a very common wooden box. "Your flask is inside . I preferred to note my registration name it on this paper to avoid confusion. Einz will take you to the second floor where you will wait for a suite in which you can swallow this diabolical water in peace. Rest assured a room will be given to your Lieutenant. You are obviously very impatient so take it straight away. If something goes wrong, a bell is available in every room. "Ayleen followed Einz to the second floor and entered a large, very masculine bedroom. She sat in the middle of the bed, opened the wooden box and finally discovered the vial she had dreamed of in recent days. There was no more than ten centilitres in this bottle but the purity was undeniable. The fairy water came from the fairy fountain but had to be concentrated many times and cleared of all its impurities by a great master alchemist in order to finalize this liquid really profitable to the growth of the magician who would absorb it. Regardless of his rank, the fairy water would allow the magician to gain from three to five levels which was huge and explained the reason why so many people would be willing to commit crimes to obtain it.Ayleen swallowed the contents immediately. At first, her stomach hurt and felt that if she did not run to the toilet quickly an accident could occur. When she wanted to get up, she realized that her legs were not working properly. They began to tremble, which scared him. But before she could ask for help she lost her sense of sight and she began to convulse violently. She suffered a great deal physically, but the most distressing were those auditory hallucinations and scenes from her past that were constantly being repeated.When Nina entered the room she found her trembling, drooling on her, eyes rolled back with a hard breath. Immediately she ordered that a doctor be brought. Just after the maid left to bring in a doctor, Ayleen calmed down and fell asleep. Everyone was anxious again awaiting the arrival of the doctor and his diagnosis. According to the latter, the ingested product had to be a bit too strong for Ayleen's body, but everything would be fine after she rested.The next day when she woke up her head ached terribly and she remembered what she had endured by drinking the contents of this vial. She wanted to see if after all these sufferings her magical power had increased. Indeed she had gained four levels in each of these elements, sacred magician grandmaster *** she was directly passed to God *.Soon the entrance exams for the Sina Academy, that I humiliate all these postulant candidates by showing them what a true magician is.
