"Evil Eye" Scott Sonmas is not as good as the elegant Lancelot. This is a saying that went viral throughout Astant after the war. Regardless of civilians or nobles, after talking about the weather, they must talk about two things.

A hero, and the opinions reached were quite consistent. After learning about this, His Majesty the King immediately issued an official document prohibiting people from talking about the matter, and immediately summoned Marshal Scott.

After the palace messenger ran three times, Marshal Scott did not use "physical discomfort" as an excuse and came to the palace with a sullen face. His Majesty laughed at the sight: "Marshal Scott, would you also listen to such rumors?

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"Of course I don't believe it." The sulky Scott was even more intimidating, and his eyes were about to shine. He slapped his chest heavily and looked directly into His Majesty's pupils: "In front of the funeral fungus, not even Lancelot can

It may be possible to do better than me, no one in Astante can do better, no one! I have saved my strength, you know, this failure is not my fault!"

His Majesty was about to speak when he was interrupted by Scott: "But those mediocre people will only put the blame on me! As long as that Lancelot is perfect, because he has no defeat... He has been there for fifty years

If you never go out, you will naturally not suffer a single defeat in fifty years!"

"I know, I know! These are all rumors spread by the enemy in an attempt to drive a wedge between you and me." His Majesty finally found a chance to speak. After roaring twice, his tone softened. He said sincerely: "I have always trusted you.

Although Marshal Mr. Lancelot is the guardian of the country and his archery skills are unparalleled in the world, he is never a soldier and he cannot fight everywhere like you."

"Your Majesty, since you trust me, please let me lead the army to deal with the Twilight Empire." Scott calmed down a little and said this. From sullen to calm, his change became a little abrupt.

His Majesty was a little stunned, and then waved his hand: "No. The Twilight Empire is already a principality recognized by the mainland, and there is Salamonro in the middle. No."

Scott's eyes became brighter and more demonic, almost the same as the reflection of weapons: "You mean, if Sara Monroe is not here, then we can attack?"

"Ahem! Although I didn't mean this, it still won't work! Recognizing the Twilight Empire as a sovereign state is to allow us to buy time for rest. We are different from undead creatures and need time to reproduce, learn and grow. It will take more than ten years for us to

A soldier is trained every year, but the Twilight Empire only needs one corpse. Therefore, we, who are at a relative disadvantage, cannot go to war."

Scott did not back down: "But after the war, the Twilight Empire has reached its end. The army is at most one million mold patrollers. We have restraints, but this army is useless to us! Once

Let the Twilight Empire take a breather, they will definitely raise the butcher knife again, so they have to take action first!"

"No. War is all about attrition. Our country can no longer launch a second war within five years. And any of our neighboring countries like Bigbowo and Seruvega are not eager for us to conflict with the Twilight Empire? Once you bring us

When the troops go out to fight, I, Astante, will be in danger!" His Majesty smiled slyly at this time: "You shouldn't be planning to let Mr. Lancelot defend our country, right? Very good, the guardian hero should bear this kind of responsibility

Responsibilities.”

Scott's face turned ugly again, and he turned around and left: "I was negligent. I will discuss it with my staff and find a way to get the best of both worlds. Just wait." What he said was as full of evil forces.

It's full of spicy flavor.

Looking at the opponent's back, His Majesty shook his head and smiled bitterly: "How can there be such a stingy hero..."

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The advancements of Twilight Monk and Twilight Swordsman are Twilight Zen Master and Twilight War Ghost.

Zen Master Dusk has a smile on his face and does not wear his hair too long. On his chest is no longer a "soul gem", but a necklace made of two small, one, and three gems. They hold ancient scriptures or scrolls, and their eyes are full of meaning.

. Their attention is often focused on the things around them. It seems that even an ant or a piece of grass can trigger their infinite thinking. They walk on the right side of Perls, with a humble and gentle attitude.

The Twilight War Ghosts wear "undead masks", orange-red coats that are more decorative than practical, white corsets, and black tight pants. Circles of cowhide leather straps tightly wrap around their upper bodies.

Like masochists, or like vacuum-packed food. Their eyes were dull, similar to those addicted to psychedelics. They walked quietly on the left side of Perls, wearing two belts, one long and one short.

The sword slapped, slapped against the thigh, once every two seconds, once every two seconds.

Qingyi was wearing a cloak and walking at the end of the queue, looking like a follower. A group of eight people walked arrogantly on the street, which seemed too arrogant, but no one could jump out and meddle in other people's business, because this city had once

Affected by the funerary fungus, all the residents were relocated, and the death squads sent by the capital to eliminate the fungus that were supposed to exist have been sapped by the Dark Church, leaving no one behind.

"I suddenly became very curious," Qingyi said.

"What's the matter?" Perls didn't turn around. It's very convenient to talk on the soul wavelength.

Qingyi smiled and said: "The kings of the undead who appeared at the same time as me, how did their country build up? You must visit it when you have time."

Soon, everyone arrived in front of the barracks occupied by the Dark Church. Several necromancers in military uniforms came forward and checked Perls' identity before allowing them to enter.

I have to say that the Dark Church is quite unusual. Magicians are obviously a noble and respectable profession. They are worshiped as gods wherever they go, so they generally have aloof characters. But here, magicians are all there.

They were guarding intersections or looking out, and they were spread out in small teams. One person was responsible for observation, and the others took the time to meditate. They were not like guests in a noble family, but like a well-trained army.

"Is it because the Dark Church is full of magicians that no one is playing big tricks?" Qingyi sent the soul wavelength.

"This is one of the reasons. The second reason is that members of the Dark Church are like street rats and never get respect. Such people naturally do not care about military management and tight organizational structure. Survival is the first priority.

, in comparison, dignity or arrogance are secondary. But this is only for the lower-level personnel, and the upper-level personnel are different. The four major deacons and their cronies are like real magicians, such as Gregory." said

At this point, Perls seemed to be recalling something: "His equipment is very good. Although it does not match his strength, no one dares to snatch it away because he has a very strong backing."

"I know that none of the four great deacons is famous. If there were heroes sitting in charge, how could they be suppressed by the Holy See and flee to the 'Gospel'?"

After saying a few words, Qingyi stopped talking, because there was no guarantee that no soul mage would eavesdrop on the wavelength. The personnel of the Twilight Cult were led to a relatively large room, which should only be used by certain high-ranking military officials. Walk in and take a look

, although the furniture and decoration are ordinary, the fireplace looks very luxurious! This is not a station, this is a tourist trip!

A haggard-looking mage was coming down the stairs. As soon as he saw the guests, he came forward with a smile. Qingyi raised his eyes and observed the man carefully, and found that he had an ordinary appearance. If he really wanted to describe it, he could only use

The word "haggard" is a rough summary. The mage's body is thin, he is not young anymore, his skin has begun to sag, and he looks like he is about to die from overwork. How on earth did such a person get into the ranks of magicians? He was too miserable.

That’s it! Could it be that the Dark Church is in arrears with wages?

Perls recognized the man: "Hello, Mr. Diesel."

"Hello, Mr. Perls, and..." Diesel faced the end of the line and gave Qingyi a solemn mage courtesy. There was a hint of vitality in his haggard voice: "Dear Your Majesty June Sunshine."

"Oh, hello. How did you recognize me?" Qingyi removed his hood and asked with interest.

Diesel whispered: "Although you deliberately pretend to be an ordinary clergyman, the fire of your soul cannot be concealed. In my opinion, you are like a shining star. Master Gregory is here

Meditation, would it be better for you to come another day?"

"I remember that Perls was informed about his coming this morning, right?"

"That's true, but Master Gregory has always been a bit ignorant in his actions. In addition, he has recently made new breakthroughs in magic, so he can't wait to enter meditation." Diesel said with a smile.

"Well, I'll wait for him. I'll also start 'meditating'." Qingyi thought to herself, there is nothing to do anyway, so it is better to meditate and recuperate.

Diesel hesitated and asked, "Do you want a fireplace?"

"I'm not cold." Qingyi closed her eyes. "Have you forgotten? I am an undead creature."

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When Qingyi woke up from his inner world, he felt a chill all over his body. He subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the sweat, but what he touched was bones. Only then did he realize that he had subconsciously turned back into a bone tyrant. That kind of coldness was not the same.

The cold that the body can feel is the gloomy cold pouring in from the Tianling Cap.

"Tsk, why am I so useless?" Qingyi complained to himself, but did not intend to talk to the voice in his heart again, because he was actually close to collapse. He needed to rest and forget about that cruel and ruthless guy.

Pers asked with concern: "Son of God, what's wrong? You looked very strange just now."

"Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Has the other person not finished meditating yet?"

Diesel, who was sitting aside, immediately said: "Yes, please forgive me."

"Ah, I have learned a lesson in the hospitality of the Dark Church. I came here to ask about the dispersion of the underworld that day, not to find someone who is uncomfortable. Maybe it was a good thing you did?"

Qingyi said this casually, but Diesel began to sweat on his face. This was the first time he sweated in this house full of death and coldness, and he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. He could only laugh.

Said: "Your Majesty, what are you talking about? Netherland was killed by the Holy See and has nothing to do with us."

"I see. That's right. The Dark Church is an ally of the Twilight Empire. How can I doubt you?" Qingyi smiled and shook his head. There was a faint smile in his eyes, which didn't seem to be hypocritical. "Please forgive me for being so pretentious.

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"It's okay, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. If you rush to seek revenge on Jonny, you may lose both sides and play into the hands of others. I can't take this risk. So I still have to investigate this matter carefully." Qingyi's eyes drifted to the stairs.
Chapter completed!