A cold wind swept into the room, and Count Brill saw the candlelight suddenly dim.
"What's wrong?" He turned to his old friend sitting nearby—Duke Ambonar, who held a Bone Staff and was shrouded in a gloom that made him uneasy.
"Hm?" The duke slowly opened his eyes. A hint of dark red flickered in his blue-gray eyes. He lowered his head and silently stared at the Bone Staff in his hand, black mist coiling around it. Then he gently released his grip, and the staff floated in midair as if lifted by an invisible force. Count Brill frowned deeply as he watched the scene. He did not like this thing. None of the previous owners of this Dark Treasure had come to a good end. He also disliked Madara's undead. This operation would bring considerable trouble to his territory. Although the Silver Queen would provide suitable compensation afterward, he was even more worried about his old friend. He felt that his old friend had grown much gloomier in recent days.
But the count understood that his old friend was a soldier, while he was merely the lord of Oweixin. There were some things he simply could not interfere with.
Duke Ambonar suddenly rose from his chair and walked toward the stone-latticed window. The staff wrapped in black aura remained where it was, bobbing up and down. Beyond the window lay half of Oweixin Port, now completely frozen solid. His gaze passed over the city walls toward the dark, winding Silver Valley Coast.
"What happened, old friend?" The count felt the temperature in the room plummet several degrees and could not help asking. He saw that even the light from the fireplace had dimmed, the roaring flames reduced to tiny flickers.
"There's a minor problem," Duke Ambonar replied darkly. "I