Lu Yu was followed by Lulu. The conversation was very short. Lulu looked confused when he came out. When asked by Sera what he had said, Lulu nodded and shook his head, leaving only one sentence: "I didn't understand it either..."

After Lu Lu came the mist demon. If the mist demon hadn't been so smart and interrupted the conversation when he saw Laurend coughing repeatedly, he would probably have continued talking.

The next day, Laurent and Mao Jing summoned everyone who was still working in the Papal Tower in the room. They distributed the gifts they had prepared one by one to thank them for their hard work over the years. They called everyone together to hold the ceremony again that night.

Had a bonfire party.

Laurent, who had put down everything, sat down among the crowd this time.

The few members of the Papal Knights who were guarding the gate of the Papal Tower made a good start for the bonfire party. They took off their swords, said in unison, "Let's dance with the sword for fun," and jumped off the field.

In Lu Yu's understanding, when someone wants to dance a sword in a joyful and harmonious atmosphere, they are inseparable and want to cause trouble. There are many such classic scenes in history.

However, this group of strong and burly men obviously had no intention of "aiming at Pei Gong".

They were divided into two and two, and their sharp swords danced out an afterimage, forming an airtight wall. It was hard to imagine that this was a skill honed by a group of people whose average strength was around the fourth level. Their hands were so stable.

It seems that even if a huge boulder is tied to the wrist, one can still create dangerous and charming sword flowers with freehand skill.

There were no musical instruments, so the audience subconsciously beat the beat with their hands. As the crowd slowly increased their speed, the frequency of the knights' sword dancing also became faster and faster.

They are dancing.

The shiny sword blade reflected the warm light of the bonfire, and arcs of light surrounded them. Their movements were huge, sharp and powerful, and the hard lines outlined by the firelight on their stretched bodies were like moving statues.

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When the swords struck each other, they kept shaking their arms, causing the sword blades to vibrate. At this moment, the sword dance turned into a sword fight.

They manipulated their swords with astonishing sword skills. The sword tips collided continuously, creating a series of sparks, which illuminated their determined faces. They were completely focused on it and achieved selflessness. They attracted everyone's admiration with their wonderful "dance".

Laurent led the applause.

Lu Lu and Lu Yu were stunned. They heard applause ringing in their ears and hurriedly mixed in.

Lu Lu, who has been studying magic for a long time, only has written knowledge of martial arts, and has never fought against top martial artists since she became famous.

Lu Yu, who followed Lu Lu, had the greatest understanding of martial arts from Roye. This was a man who used the sword superbly. Every time he slashed, he gave people the image of flying stars and slashing the moon. He drew and retracted the sword smoothly.

It makes people wonder if they can't do it even if they practice it for ten years or a hundred years.

The look of admiration on Lu Lu's face suddenly disappeared, and she opened the chat room that she hadn't used for a long time.

"A magician of the same level has too many ways to kill such a warrior."

I didn’t mean to show off the power of magic. As a genius magician, Lu Lu felt complicated.

Lu Yu understood the idea and clapped a little more vigorously.

With the rise of magic, the world has entered a new era, and magicians will also usher in radical changes.

Where should warriors go?

They constantly hone their skills and exchange time, sweat, and blood for progress.

Mechanically boring, practicing day after day just to win with one strike and have a slight chance of winning when fighting the magician.

For warriors, the world is cruel, and the skills they are proud of and rely on for survival are becoming increasingly powerless in the ever-changing era.

"Getting closer is more advantageous" is just a joke. When a warrior continuously forges his body, gains amazing explosive power, and has the body skills to avoid magic, he will be surprised to find that the magician releases the shield and picks up the scroll.

, wearing enchanted armor.

When you try your best to squeeze your body to the limit, and you are confident that the magician will only have one chance to cast a spell, the warriors will find that one blow from the magician is enough to resolve the battle.

You have spent countless hours, blood and tears and endured endless pain and torture for this blow, while the magician only needs to chant a spell.

When warriors of the same level must be prepared to trade lives for their lives in order to have a chance of winning against a magician, the warrior has already lost.

The magician's blockade of craftsmen's skills strangles the throats of warriors. Weapons made of gold and iron can break magic with the blessing of skills, but they are not qualified to go further.

When the rolling tide of the times sweeps over, those weak persistence and unwillingness to face the wave, and the roar of sadness and unwillingness are destined to be drowned.

It is never subject to anyone's will.

Lu Yu didn't know what the future path of the warrior would be. At this moment, he just hoped that his applause would make those who persevere hard feel "worth it".

Just as he and Orkus did not give up the call, those who are willing to persist should not be laughed at. Although they are stupid, they deserve respect.

The party is still going on.

The cooks sang hymns with broken gong voices, and Laurend laughed loudly. He even pulled Sera to his side and said, "If you sang like this in the first place, I would never take you away."

To be honest, putting aside the party and Laurend's evaluation bonus, Lu Yu felt that the lethality of this group of cooks' chorus was about level six...

Most of the servants were honest and didn't have any special skills, so they performed classic shows such as dish-wiping competition and cleaning competition for Laurend on the spot.

Laurent was smiling all the time, and he greatly encouraged everyone who took the initiative to show himself, and Mao Jing would also give out silver coins as a reward in due course.

When the party ended and Mao Jing helped Laurent go back to the room, he was still praising everyone's activity tonight.

Lu Yu followed behind and said with a smile: "Why don't we let Sera sing a hymn tomorrow night? You have always praised her for her charming singing voice, but we have never heard it once."

Lu Yu's suggestion made Lu Lu blink her eyes and look straight at Lu Yu. After hesitating for a while, she agreed: "I really haven't heard of it... Ever since Sera came to me to play by herself, I haven't

I heard her sing."

The mist demon directly turned into a big question mark - under Lu Yu's guidance, she could also turn into an ellipsis and an exclamation mark.

Sierra looked normal and seemed not to answer the conversation.

Laurent sat on the edge of the bed, coughing and said, "You haven't sung for many years, can you still sing?"

Serra said: "Yes, yes..."

Laurent glanced at Lu Yu and showed a proud expression: "Then let's sing, everyone wants to hear it, and so do I."

Sierra was helpless, she could only nod.

Laurent leaned slightly, and his eyes suddenly dimmed while he was still looking at Lu Yu.

Realizing that something was wrong, Lu Yu rushed forward and caught Laurend who fell straight down.

Laurent's mouth was slightly opened, his eyes widened violently, his hands remained in the original position, extremely stiff, his breathing was rapid and unstable, and he was shaking one after another like an electric shock.

Everything happened suddenly. Mao Jing, who was making the bed, came to Laurend's side second and cooperated with Lu Yu to lift him onto the bed.

The mist demon puffed out his smoke and rushed out. When he came back, he was followed by two doctors.

Seeing Laurend's appearance, the doctor did not dare to neglect him. At this time, they were the masters of the room. Everyone except Mao Jing was invited out, leaving enough space for them to perform.

Stepping on it countless times, the pear-yellow withered flower door was pushed open to isolate the inside and outside. Lu Yu sat on the chair, his legs shaking anxiously. Whenever there was a loud noise in the room, he immediately raised his lowered head for a long time.

looking at the door.

There was no change in expression on Sierra's face. She held her hands, leaned against the wall, and looked into the distance through the window. She kept tapping her index finger on her arm, which betrayed her inner anxiety.

Lu Lu held the mist demon and sat next to Lu Yu. The worried two people's movements were surprisingly synchronized with Lu Yu's.

This time was far more dangerous than Laurend's previous encounter. He was joking with Lu Yu a second ago and suddenly lost consciousness, as if his soul had been snatched away by a pair of big hands.

A soft white appeared in the dim sky, and the morning light dispelled the darkness shrouding the earth.

At the back of the corridor, the early servants knelt on the ground, clasping their hands and praying tremblingly.

At this time, only the chefs were still working in the entire Papal Tower. Laurent once said that nothing is happier than having a full meal when you are hungry.

Time passed by, and the magical treatment plan and traditional medical techniques should have produced a result, but the door was still closed.

The chefs pushed the trolleys with trembling hands to deliver breakfasts to everyone. They kept repeating the words Laurent said.

"There is nothing more satisfying than having a full meal when you are hungry."

"Everyone is hungry, let's eat something first..."

With Sera taking the lead, everyone began to eat one bite after another. Today's breakfast was delicious. These two people had already obtained tickets to Lu Yu's territory. The chef who had to finish the last shift before leaving was very good at his craftsmanship, but his throat was severely blocked.

, no one praised it.

The door suddenly opened, and pairs of eyes immediately focused on the doctor who came out.

Lu Yu stood up. He stared at the doctor's lips, afraid of hearing words like "I tried my best."

"Sierra, go hire the puppet master." Perhaps because he was too tired, the doctor did not use honorifics and his voice was a little erratic.

After the doctor finished speaking, he closed the door again.

Lu Yu wanted to grab Sera's hand and ask why he wanted to find a puppet master instead of other doctors or magicians, but Sera didn't give him this chance.

He subconsciously thought that the puppet master was foreshadowing some advance preparations for Laurent's body after his death, and he covered his head in pain.

Fortunately, Lu Lu reminded him of another characteristic of the puppet master school in the chat room.

The Theocracy's most outstanding puppet master, a middle-aged man nicknamed "The Beehive" hurried over. This deeply religious man was still trembling as he walked through the corridors. Behind him was the man with a numb expression and mechanical movements.

It's like a zombie.

Lulu couldn't help it anymore and said when passing by the hive: "Please save the Pope..."

Beehive turned his head, and the bitterness on his face subsided.

Because as far as the eye could see, every pair of eyes looking at him shone with the light of hope.

Beehive nodded: "I will try my best to snatch the Pope back from the hands of the God of Glory..."
To be continued...