Not long after Ye Zhongming and others left the Holy City, the marching horn was sounded in the city for a long time.
The Royal Guard, the First Royal Team, the two most powerful teams in the Holy City, plus three slave armies, were neatly arranged in the square under the palace.
Many people from the Holy City heard the news and came to see what happened.
However, these teams left the city directly and stopped those nefarious people in the holy city.
Bachelet followed the team tremblingly, wondering why the army would take him with them when they went on an expedition.
Yesterday's transaction with those Chinese people was not discovered. Why did you bring yourself?
Having blue equipment and powerful puppets in her hands did not give Bachelet any confidence or courage. He was still very timid and feared too many things.
However, after all, he is still a six-star evolver, and he is not very afraid of His Majesty the King, because the old man treats him very well and even gives him some professional scrolls and skill scrolls for sale.
So the South American hesitated for a long time, and then went to find His Majesty the King. He didn't want to know why he was taken with him, he just wanted to know if he could go back.
The guards naturally wanted to stop him, but not everyone could see His Majesty casually. However, after the notification, His Majesty decided to see Bachelet.
The South American bent down and entered His Majesty's unique ornate animal carriage with a groveling look.
The hill-like red lion mentioned by the guard captain was pulling the beast cart.
"Your Majesty, my beloved Majesty, hello, may God protect you forever."
Bachelet knelt before the king, extremely pious.
Yes, kneel.
This six-star evolver actually knelt in front of the old king.
The king was sitting on the throne in the huge beast carriage, looking at Bachelet kneeling in front of him with a smile, a kind look on his face.
In the beast cart, there were not only these two people, but more than a dozen people. In addition to the king, there were also the captain of the guard who bullied Bachelet yesterday, the leaders of several war teams, the king's favorite youngest son, etc.
These people all looked at the South American with half-smiling smiles.
Bachelet just raised her head and quickly lowered her head again. For some reason, an ominous premonition arose in her heart.
"Bachelet, what do you want from me?" King Ahmed asked in a friendly tone.
When he saw this man kneeling before, King Ahmed felt unusually satisfied. This awe-inspiring feeling was so good.
Most people hate this end of the world and yearn for the old world, but Ahmed is different. He thanks and praises this end of the world.
Because it was the coming of the end of the world that gave him, a dying old man, a second spring.
His withered old body became younger, his dim old eyes became clearer, his half-deaf hearing recovered, and he even regained the ability to conquer women in bed.
It was a taste he had not tasted for many, many years.
After that, he evolved all the way to the current seven-star level, which not only extended his life, but also mastered greater power.
As for how many human bones and lives his evolutionary level represents, Ahmed doesn't care.
He is now one of the two kings of West Asia.
Among the rights he has, the one that fascinates him the most is controlling the life and death of others.
And now, he is going to do such a thing.
"Your Majesty, I, I, am not a warrior. I ask your permission for me to return to the Holy City to continue my scroll manufacturing."
Although Bachelet didn't feel very good just now, she thought that her profession was still useful to His Majesty. Even if His Majesty couldn't use it anymore, she could still create value for him. She felt relieved again and even started to prepare what to do after getting permission.
Go and thank His Majesty.
However, the answer he hoped for never came, and later, he heard a sentence that shocked him to the core.
"Bachelet, do you know that the advent of roulette has placed the luck of everyone in the world at a very high position. Many people are not very talented, not very brave, and not very hardworking, but
But he got something that was not available to those who were more talented, braver and worked harder than him. I think this is unfair."
Ahmed looked down at the South American who was kneeling on the ground and did not get up, like a god!
"And you are such a person."
Bachelet was shocked and turned pale. She suddenly raised her head and looked at His Majesty. She didn't know how he said this, and the sense of crisis in her heart became stronger and stronger.
"In the past, although we all knew that you were cowardly and timid, we had no choice because we needed your ability. But now, your ability will not be exclusive to you."
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
"What my father means is that he wants to take away your ability and give it to someone who is truly qualified to possess it!"
Next to King Ahmed, a young man who looked like he had just grown up stood up. There were powerful fluctuations in his body, which were very pure. If Ye Zhongming were here, he would know that he had only taken the evolutionary potion but not the
A situation unique to the evolver of any professional skill.
"What?!"
Bachelet stood up, and strangely, at this time, his trembling body calmed down.
"Someone presented to my father a... soul-lifting scroll, which can perfectly strip out a person's occupation. It is truly perfect, retaining the level, proficiency formula of the occupation, etc. You should understand now, right?
"
The young man smiled, because he was the "qualified person". He was the king's favorite youngest son. He did not want to go out to risk fighting, and his father did not want him to go. For this reason, Ahmed
He was specially asked to 'offer' a soul-lifting scroll so that he could stay in the palace and enjoy his safe and happy life.
Bachelet felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar. He suddenly understood many things and his mind had never been so clear before.
Then, his whole body began to tremble again, but this time, he did it on purpose.
Then, amidst the laughter and disdain of these people, he quickly put on his blue armor, pants and shoes, and summoned the puppet.
Also, he used who knows how many auxiliary scrolls towards himself!
Bachelet, who had never had a formal fight, fought tooth and nail.
At this time, if you don't fight hard, you will really die.
Unfortunately...he didn't succeed.
His level is not low, and he has secretly given himself various attribute improvement scrolls. His physical attributes are all in the "speed"!
He even learned some skills.
However, he was too inexperienced after all. He didn't know how to combine his abilities and how to use them, so he only lasted for more than ten seconds before the puppet was killed and he himself was pinned down.
on the ground.
"You really surprised me, Bachelet, was this equipment made by the Chinese for you?" Ahmed stepped down from the throne, came to the South American who was still trying to struggle, and touched the brand new blue armor.
, there is unhidden greed in his eyes.
"I like you, and I also like those Chinese people wearing hundreds of sets of good equipment that Harmandan brought, but you should go to hell."
After saying that, a dark scroll with black light appeared in his hand, and it was imprinted into Bachelet's body amidst Bachelet's last scream.
After a while, the South American turned into a mummy, and floating on his corpse was a scroll of... a writer's profession.
"After one day's cooling time, my dear son, this thing will be yours."
In the beast carriage, congratulations sounded one after another.