The capital of Orquila, Dolu Divis, Royal Palace.

In the main hall, the ministers were already quarreling. The king listened to their words without saying a word.

"We should retreat! Once Aialotis is gone, then we will be completely exposed to the claws of the undead creatures!" said a minister with gray hair and several teeth missing. Several of them were wearing robes.

The ministers are on his side.

"Impossible! We must give them a head-on attack!" Surrounded by a group of generals, another minister with gray hair but wearing seemingly heavy half-armor shouted, with spittle on his beard: "Death

What does it mean that the spiritual creatures did not attack immediately? It means that they have no energy left to continue fighting! We should seize this rare opportunity!"

"But even the Leiyun Independent Regiment was destroyed! What can the remaining troops do?"

"Idiot, you don't understand military affairs at all! It was the Independent Regiment that weakened the undead creatures so that we could have a chance to fight back! But if we linger like you said, the enemy will finish repairing and attack again!

Are you responsible for this?!"

"You two should stop arguing. Why don't we ask the Holy See for help? They are the best at dealing with undead creatures." Another minister with a round face opened his hands and said.

This minister probably wanted to be a peacemaker, but he didn't expect two ministers to yell at him at the same time: "Impossible! Those religious lunatics must not participate in the war!" "If those clergy were useful, Osgilia would not have fallen.

Got it!"

The two looked at each other and then continued to quarrel before the king spoke:

"I have decided. Lingwini, you go to gather all the troops, and then issue tasks to the adventurers, and use the attack to exchange defense time; Remi, you go to appease the people and deal with the residents in the surrounding areas of Osgilia.

Containment matters; Sam..."

"Here!" The round-faced minister quickly lowered his head.

As if he had made a lot of determination, the king took a deep breath and said: "You can draft a letter of help for me and send it to the Holy See."

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Dolu Divis, in a large house.

Carl is reviewing documents behind his desk, even though he has lost his position and is idle at home. He wears reading glasses so that he does not have to put the documents far away. His desktop is full of various documents, and it is unknown where he will go.

Where did you find it?

A servant knocked on the door and said at the door: "Sir, the guest is looking for you."

Upon hearing these words, Karl took off his glasses and was so happy that his mustache turned up: "Invite him in quickly!"

"The guest" has brown-red hair, thick eyebrows, thick lips, and a straight bridge of nose; he wears an orange-red robe and holds a heavy bronze scripture; his shoulders are covered with a shawl, and the back of the shawl is divided into two long

Swallowtail streamers; his sleeves are wide enough to hold a watermelon; the shawl, cuffs, and hem of the robe are all dark black, with many complicated and gorgeous patterns embroidered on them, making "that guest" extremely noble.

"Hello, Lord City Lord. May God bless you." The guest said with a smile.

"What about 'city lord'? Please take a seat, Mr. Perls." Karl greeted the guests affectionately, led the guests to their seats, and then ordered the servants to prepare fresh fruits. This person's name is "Perls"

The guest was Karl's distinguished guest. Although he only met him by chance on the road, Karl fell in love with him at first sight. Perls was a high-ranking member of the Twilight Sect, a new religion, but what interested Karl even more was Perls'

Wisdom.

"Are you still concentrating on your work?" Looking at the mountains of documents on the desktop, Perls said slightly reproachfully: "Sir, I told you -"

"I want to go fishing, raise dogs, etc., and act like an ordinary old man, so that people think I really have no interest in politics, right?" Karl smiled helplessly: "But I just don't have time.

Living here has been a habit for more than 20 years, and I can’t change it. Besides, the people in this room are all people I trust. They eat and live here. They have no chance and will not use my

The matter leaked out."

"Be careful and you will never make a mistake. After all, your enemies are not just political enemies." Now that he has reminded the other party, Perls also smiled and said: "Let's get down to business. First of all, congratulations on your safety. If you had not left Oslo at that time,

Gilia, your Excellency is in a very bad situation at this time."

"So, being demoted is also a blessing?" Karl also smiled.

"Who says it's not? Who can say it is? Who can tell clearly what the goddess of fate thinks? In any case, those who can survive will have a chance to win. Since you escaped the disaster, you are better than Stitch.

The leader is more than capable. Luck is also part of our strength."

When he mentioned Stitch, Karl sighed quietly: "That man shouldn't have died... Who has ever seen the cavalry guarding the city? What a fool!"

"The deceased is dead, so we won't mention him anymore. The second point is, I just want to ask, what is the opinion in the palace now?"

Karl got up, picked up a few documents from the desk, came back, sat down, and began to explain.

In Orquila, there have always been three factions. One is the military. They are of orthodox origin and extremely loyal to the country and the royal family, but they have considerable ambitions and always represent the interests of the army. The representative is the military minister, Ringer.

Winnie; one is a group of civil servants headed by Remy, who put forward political proposals based on people's livelihood for the benefit of civilians; while the third group is the aristocratic class represented by Sam Montgomery, who only care about their own interests.

, the only contribution to the country is economic development. These three factions check and balance each other and complement each other, until today.

Faced with this unprecedented crisis, the opinions of various factions are obviously inconsistent. The military believes that a fight must be fought, and a hard fight; while the civilian officials think that they should be transferred and ask neighboring countries for help; the nobles plan to ask the Holy See

Asking for help. The three parties have been arguing for two days.

To be honest, the nobles are getting farther and farther away from His Majesty. Let’s not talk about the request for His Majesty to invite the Holy See personnel to come in this time. Let’s just say that a long time ago, most of the people who owned private orchards around Osgilia were noble families, and they

They occupy the best land. After the "Doomsday Confrontation", the army was seriously attrited and His Majesty's reliance was reduced. The nobles still dared to challenge His Majesty's authority: several city lords even argued about various promising towns (such as the cozy town

), which is almost the same as dividing the country. Although the nobles have promoted the economic development of Orquila, they have also directly or indirectly harmed the interests of Orquila. For them, His Majesty's ability to endure is probably

Reached the limit.

"I'm surprised that you would criticize the class you belong to." Perls said with a smile after listening to the explanation.

"Now I am just a laughing stock at the banquet. If I can return to politics in the future, it will be earned through my own efforts. It has nothing to do with my family or even the aristocracy. Don't expect me to be interested in it.

They have a sense of belonging." Karl waved his hand indifferently.

Pers said with approval: "Well said, sometimes people always have to think about themselves and cannot always dedicate themselves. Then, let's discuss the countermeasures, sir."

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Doludevis, Royal Palace, King's Bedroom.

At this time, the king was not as calm as in the meeting, but kept walking back and forth, completely unable to sit still. He frowned and looked at the ground, not like a monarch, but like a debtor who could not repay his debt.

Suddenly, he stood still, opened the bedroom door, and said to the guard: "Go and notify Mr. Glahid. Then, no one is allowed to come near without my order, including you two."

The guards looked solemn and left.

The person who was summoned into the bedroom was a man in his forties. He had a fair face, long eyebrows, sharp eyes, and very thin lips. He must have been a handsome man who was popular with thousands of girls when he was young. His shoulders were broad, and his hands were full of

Calluses, and the thickness of the calluses is exaggerated; his breathing and steps are very steady, following a wonderful rhythm, and there seems to be no fluctuation; he wears a big blue cape, and wears dark gold plate armor on his upper body.

There are also armors on his arms and calves; there is a decorative foil sword on his waist. Although he looks like a tough guy, his handsome face still gives him a bit of femininity. He looks like

A viper that looks very much like an anaconda, no matter how similar it looks, is good. A venomous snake will always be a venomous snake and cannot become a non-venomous snake.

He is one of the twelve heroes of the "Gospel", the poisonous Grahid. As the only remaining hero in the Kingdom of Orquila, he naturally has the right to enter the king's bedroom.

The two sat down. After thinking about their words, the king said: "Grahid, you know exactly why I asked you to come here. Now Orquila is at a critical moment of life and death, and I need your help."

"Tell me, what should I do?" Glahid rubbed the armrest of the chair, but his calloused hands did not make any sound when they rubbed against the wood. His eyes were filled with coldness, which was not what a human should have.

"Go to Aialotis, intercept the undead creatures, and kill the leader of the undead creatures." The king was stared at by the other party and his hair stood on end, but he knew that the other party would not hurt him.

"Do I need to inform the military about this matter?" Glahid suddenly turned his head and looked at the closed door.

"No need, as long as only you and I know about this. I don't want anyone to betray your traces, causing the killing plan to fail."

Glahid nodded, moved his right hand to his waist, and there was a sword on the back door - it was his foil sword. It was obviously a harmless decoration, but it was deeply embedded in the door panel until the sword was lifted.

Only when it was blocked did it stop going deeper. This process was incredibly fast, and only a slight hissing sound drifted through, proving that the foil sword was not originally grown on the door, but was suddenly pierced into the door.

The king frowned: "What's going on? Is it possible that someone is eavesdropping? It's impossible. There are only a few servants outside, and they have been with me since they were young. It's impossible -"

"How dare you spy on such a national important matter and seek death." Glahid said coldly, then stood up, opened the door, and left. His big blue cloak was like a low-temperature fire. His breathing and steps were still steady and steady.

There is no fluctuation, every two seconds, every two seconds, so accurate that it can be used to calibrate a clock. His heartbeat and pulse will probably not change.

On one side of the door, there was a waiter in a half-kneeling position. He put his ear against the door, obviously eavesdropping; both of his eyes were glancing in the direction of the door, and his mouth was slightly open.

The foil sword went in through his right ear and came out from his left ear. Blood beads dripped from the edge of the sword, staining the clothes of the valet with blood.

The king looked at the body, sighed, and pulled the rope hanging by the bed. After a while, several guards carried the body out, and some servants came in to clean up the blood. In less than five minutes, everything was exactly the same as before.

Even the door panels are undamaged.

This is just a trivial thing.

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Dolu Divis, west of the city, coffin shop.

This is just an ordinary coffin shop, but what is not known is that it handled many corpses transported from the palace. After seeing off the people from the palace, the undertaker returned to the corpse and closed the coffin lid. From the funeral

From a perspective, only the ear of the deceased was damaged, and the incision was clean, so the repair problem is not big; but from the perspective of disposing of the corpse, it is only necessary to pour sulfuric acid on the face and put it into the coffin, and even to the deceased's body.

There is no need to cover your eyelids with gold coins.

The undertaker picked up a hammer and rivets and nailed the coffin lid shut. As he smashed it, he smiled and said: "Oh my, are all heroes monsters? But I also got useful information..."

A crow, no, a death raven fluttered onto the coffin, tilted its little head, and looked at the undertaker curiously. The undertaker waved his hand and drove the death raven away: "Go!
Chapter completed!