Looking back, Rosa, one of the Seven Virtues, is looking at me, with undisguised longing and care in her small pupils, and a sincere smile on her lovely cheeks.
It's so cute. If the environment wasn't really suitable, I would have played with it by lifting it up and then taking out the lollipop.
"Then you will be treated the same as that lolicon over there. Are the snacks you carry with you used to seduce young girls? You guys are all perverts in that generation, like a snake and a rat."
The dead cat could actually seize this opportunity to vomit, but the ugly look of Kayid lying on the ground over there is still unbearable to see. Could there be a kind person dragging him down?
Aunt Amara walked over, she is such a good person, she deserves to be Margaret's mentor... What did you do to step on him, and you stepped on his face, it was so cruel, should you say that you really deserve to be Margaret's mentor.
Then I really couldn’t bear to watch it….
Hey, hey, hey, get some energy, Mr. Kayid, what does that secret smile that shows even when being stepped on mean? I didn't see you having this habit back then!
"dad?"
The cute little Rosa behind me frowned and puffed out her mouth, as if she was a little dissatisfied that I had forgotten her.
Actually, I didn't forget her. Didn't I try my best to pretend that I didn't see the senior sister who was glaring at me from the corner?
"Ahem, little Rosa, try this ice cream. Finn's ice cream is made with big strawberries. It's Bayer's specialty. Didn't you see that fat grandpa over there... Fat uncle (almost a lower generation) eats too much
I’m so happy, it’s already my fifteenth bowl, tsk, I’m still licking the cup, is the food in Yunzhong Tower so bad?”
The last complaint was "slightly" louder, probably no one could hear it, and then I was delighted to see Master Aroso's face turn red instantly, and then... turn around and continue eating.
When he had finished eating, the next moment, Aunt Amara looked sullen and looked for the fat old man who had disgraced the mage.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, he actually ran out of the living room and took away all the five remaining ice creams before leaving. It's really..."
Looking at these shameless nurses, I feel that my moral integrity is very good today.
"Roland, how long are you going to pretend you haven't seen me?"
But the familiar voice behind me made me feel a chill in my chest, and I slowly turned around. The familiar green color was exuding a nostalgic anger.
"... Roland. You'd better go see a neurologist. You are really thinking more and more about the one on the ground."
"Shut up, damn cat, or I'll turn you into a little girl right now!"
"...You should get through this hurdle first."
Probably because I was afraid of losing face in front of my colleagues, I shrank back, but my headache became even more severe.
He turned back slowly, put on a practiced social smile, shook his head, and said something.
"Senior sister, you are so beautiful today."
It's good to praise a woman who's dressed up first. And I'm not lying.
Different from the simple dress of the past, today's senior student is wearing a lavender silk dress. Her beautiful face has mysterious facial lines on her forehead, making her look solemn and mysterious. Her green hair, which originally had some natural curls, has been pulled back.
Straight, all the way to waist level.
Unlike other ladies attending the banquet, she did not wear any precious metal jewelry. The flowers on her head, the ivy on her arms, and the grass rings on her bare feet were strange jewelry with a natural artistic style.
The single gold-rimmed glasses restrained her light and made it look less piercing. If it weren't for the fact that the people attending this banquet were not ordinary people, I'm afraid someone would have struck up a conversation with her.
Today's Amyra is particularly special, quiet and beautiful, and slightly maternal (?). If I have to find an adjective, I can only use the clichéd nature goddess, forest fairy.
But now, this originally peaceful forest fairy was also angry, staring at me with a displeased face. The next moment, her smile returned.
"Seeing that your compliment is sincere, I will forgive you first."
When did the senior sister become so easy to talk to? I asked her to go to the North but let her go, so you just forgive me?
"Of course I won't let you go so easily. Promise me one thing."
I was stunned, but nodded silently. Sure enough, this was right. My senior sister was not that understanding.
"...Roland, I know a few good psychiatrists, you'd better go see them,"
"Shut up, dead cat."
But Amyra smiled. Different from the past, this smile was faint and made people unable to see clearly.
"Come to the Forest of Dreams when you have time in the future. Jill has said many times, 'Dad has other children and doesn't love us anymore.' Samantha has also secretly looked at your portraits and cried a few times. Don't look at those children who are independent."
I have always been harsh in my words, but in reality I lack fatherly love. At least, come here often."
Someone was tugging at the corner of my clothes, lowering her head, but it was Rosa's pitiful expression holding back tears.
"I'll cry to you if I don't agree" is a silent threat more powerful than anything else.
At that moment, I was petrified...
"Father's love, responsibility..."
I panicked, really panicked...
Then he gently straightened my untidy shirt, came closer, and gently brushed his red lips against my cheek.
Amyra took Rosa and left directly. What was left behind was me who was completely in a state of chaos and petrification... and at the same time, I was brutally targeted by thousands of people.
"Roland, as expected, he is just as perverted as that Kayid, no, he is an even worse scumbag. The child is already so old, but he is still fooling around outside!"
That aunt, you, a magician, don't know what a wood spirit is? Can you please stop telling lies with your eyes open?
"Angel Emira, my eyes!"
That big brother is actually vomiting blood. It seems that the legendary organization "Angel Amyra Support Association" is going to offer a reward for me to be killed again.
"My hands are on fire! Burn this scumbag!"
Comrade Ice Mage, when will you learn how to make fireballs? It doesn't matter if you make fireballs, at least don't set your sleeves on fire.
"Hahaha, Roland, you are here too. You are a scumbag who always cheats me. You deserve to be here today."
This... is Comrade Kayid who, despite being pointed out in a low voice by others, laughs loudly in public and embarrasses the mage's face, insisting on committing suicide for a hundred years without wavering.
He was shivering from the cold after being sobered up by Aunt Amala with a stack of sleet. Now he was pointing at me and laughing, but he didn't notice Aunt Amala behind him who was so angry that he started to roll up her sleeves...
I feel that it won’t be long before the magicians take the humiliation today as evidence, and as represented by Aunt Amara who is so funny as the magicians in Fury Town, magicians will soon add a required course on mage diplomacy and etiquette.
training.
"...The senior sister today is a little different."
Looking at the back of my senior sister, I murmured.
But then...
A tall, fair-skinned female elf rushed over and seemed to say something fiercely.
The senior sister seemed to deal with it for a few words, but the silver-haired high elf seemed dissatisfied, and then actually started to pull...
"Boom!"
The floor was directly penetrated. If I remember correctly, this is the first floor, and the bottom is hard granite... If the female elf is still intact, I am afraid she will live underground.
The senior sister withdrew her smoking fist and glared fiercely around her, dispelling the curious gazes around her.
"His Majesty."
Behind me was a male voice with a little excitement. He was probably the only one who would call me that.
"Reinhardt? You're here."
Turning around, I saw that familiar face, the Lord of the Black Knights, staring at me with overly enthusiastic eyes.
And behind him, there was a short middle-aged man with a wretched face. I remember this face, it was Gricasio, the former first consul of Ciro and the most shameless bone dragon.
"Thank you for your hard work. Let's eat something first. Let's rest."
While ordering the undead to eat, I always felt that I had forgotten something... Wait, Siro's people are here. Is the one who was hammered into the ground just now the Bone Dragon Queen Gloria?
Looking at the big pit and the obviously angry senior, after considering for two seconds what Gloria might have said and the possibility of me being angered, I wisely forgot about Gloria.
This time, Xiro's undead army came as reinforcements from the Lan Alliance, and they were paid support from the Lan Alliance to their ally Bayer.
My previous army of undead was actually divided into two parts. One part was from the Lan Kingdom family, with Xiaobei and the Crimson Hound as the main ones. In the battle of Hades, most of them chose to garrison in Hades. The rest were either in Lan
country, or re-enter reincarnation after the battle of Hades.
The other part is the subordinates from the Eternal Night period, including Heloise, Gricasio, Reinhardt, Gloria and other undead archons.
They have their own lives and goals. Although they obey me and fight for me, they are different from the red hounds who are like retainers and relatives. I can make them sacrifice for me, but I cannot make them stay in Hades forever for me. In the end, most of them will
They all stayed in Ciro in the Lan Alliance.
And now, although there are only a few undead monarchs here, if they want to fight against the undead army, no one can know themselves and the enemy better than them.
Of course, it is not wrong to say that they are supporting me. They are indispensable if I want to achieve my strategic expectations.
Reinhardt, Gloria, and Gricasio are all the remaining undead bosses in Ciro, but unlike Reinhardt and Gloria, who have always been loyal, Gricasio is definitely the strongest, but he is also
The most unreliable and least reliable.
It's okay to fight downwind, but if you encounter a slight danger, you'll probably either run away or surrender.
I just arrived. Not only did they not greet me, they hid behind me and looked around nervously. It seemed that there was a strong force here and I felt very insecure.
Suddenly, Gricasio's expression changed and he screamed.
"Impossible! Impossible! Heloise, you, you, you actually... what step did you take!"
Another unexpected situation occurred. Following his finger, everyone's eyes turned to Heloise in the crowd.
Reinhardt also looked over, but was stunned for a moment. After a while, he murmured unknowingly.
"His Majesty?"
This sentence "Your Majesty" does not have the previous respect, but it refers to the only identity, the supreme status in the world of the dead.
"Emperor of the Undead?"
The knowledgeable people around him added, and for a moment, the truly knowledgeable chemist took a breath of cold air, and the circle that had been surrounding Heloise instinctively retreated and dispersed.
Heloise was startled at first, but then glanced disdainfully. The old rival who used to be ranked above her showed a proud smile.
"Yes, I am also the Undead Emperor. This is the benefit of being with the boss... No, it is the benefit of warming the boss's bed every night, are you envious?"
Heloise, I know you are proud to show off in front of your old rival, but what do you mean by what you said next? Why did you say it in the direction of your senior? Ahhhh, she is staring at me, you damn cat
