After giving Ackerman and Casper the task of guiding them during their escape, Todd took them back to the real world.
The two opened their eyes, and when they saw Todd smiling, Casper still looked dull due to shock, while Ackerman collapsed directly on the ground.
"Remember to keep what happened just now secret." Todd straightened up, patted the dust on his body, and turned his attention to the panicked Ackerman: "Especially you."
Seeing the latter nodding hurriedly, Todd left the scene, leaving the remaining time to them to slowly digest what they had just seen and heard.
The next soul linkers who needed to be introduced were Boyle's people, and Todd finally selected the veteran warrior Fried and the shaman Minnie.
After bringing these two people into the soul space, Fried's performance was not much different from the previous two people. He knelt down in front of Todd, crying out the names of his ancestors and gods.
In contrast, Shaman Minnie's performance made Todd unable to see through or guess.
As soon as the old woman entered the soul space, after a brief shock, she did not show the awe of others. Instead, she showed kindness and enthusiasm towards Todd that she had never seen before. It was like seeing Todd whom she had not seen for a long time.
Like old friends.
After explaining the arrangements for the day of escape to these two men, Todd returned to the real world again.
While Todd was intensively preparing his escape plan, a group of extremely special guests also arrived at the Royal Palace of Ulster.
With a thrill all over his body, Conchiebo jumped down from the throne, and while running quickly towards the visitor, he shouted happily: "Gods above me! What an unexpected guest!"
A beautiful woman, wearing a black gold crown and a uniquely tailored lavender dress, stood at the door of the meeting hall, escorted by a group of guards.
Her body is curvy, with plump and charming outlines, and she exudes an ecstasy of maturity; but her eyes are crystal clear and her pupils are black and shiny, giving people a delicate and lovely pure beauty.
Two completely different temperaments were perfectly integrated into one woman, making her the center of attention for all the men in the hall.
"Queen Maeve! I only heard that the Kingdom of Connaught would send an envoy, but I never thought it would be you!" Conchiebo stared at the white snow on the opponent's chest unscrupulously and said with evil intentions.
: "Or is it that the men in the Kingdom of Connaught were afraid of setting foot in Ulster, so they sent a woman to sue for peace?"
As soon as this was said, the attendants in the Connaught envoy began to loudly and angrily rebuke, and some even raised their fists in a fighting posture.
Stretching out her hand to signal the attendants to calm down, Maeve smiled brightly, her red and moist lips trembling slightly as her body swayed. This beautiful scene made Conchieber instantly forget what he was going to say next.
"I've heard a rumor about the men of Ulster. They don't dare to face powerful enemies directly, but they like to bully women to show their strength." Maeve raised her head and looked directly into Conchieber's eyes.
There was no trace of fear on his face: "Coincidentally, the women of Connaught also have a custom. They love strong men, but they only send contempt and contempt to those arrogant people who only insult women."
Maeve's charming and beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she asked quietly: "King of Ulster, is this rumor in your kingdom true or false?"
Conchiebo frowned and was silent for a moment, then snorted heavily and returned to the throne.
"Queen of Connaught, let us save these meaningless conversations!" Conchiebo sat on the throne, holding his chin in his right fist, and said with sharp eyes: "I just want to ask you one thing,
At the beginning, the two kingdoms jointly launched the Northern Alliance to conquer
South. However, the Kingdom of Connaught betrayed its trust and smuggled out the loot from the Silver Ring Kingdom, and led our army into the enemy's ambush, causing heavy casualties to Ulster soldiers. How do you plan to repay this debt?
?!"
As if she didn't hear Conchieber's question, Queen Maeve asked her attendants to bring a chair. Just as she was about to sit down, she wiped the surface of the chair with her fingers. After inspecting it, she shook her head in disgust.
"Queen Maeve! What I'm asking you!"
Conchieber's roar only received a blank look from the person involved.
"You really should find someone to clean your palace! Look at your furniture, and then look at the floor! If you look for any tavern in the country, it will be cleaner than yours! I am dressed in formal clothes, but
I spent a lot of money to buy a customized model from Liliel Clothing Store. If it gets stained, I have to send it back to the store..."
Maeve's endless accusations made Conchiebo slap his forehead with a headache.
Facing such a calm, gorgeous and refined woman, the king suddenly found it difficult to get angry at all.
"About the spoils of war, I wonder if you made a mistake?" When it came to business, Maeve pretended to be innocent and said slowly: "The Kingdom of Connaught did not get this wealth."
Conchiebo laughed angrily: "According to your opinion, could it be that those gold, silver and jewels had wings of their own and all flew away?!"
Maeve's expression was extremely serious, and what she said was ridiculous: "It's also possible that the gods accepted these tributes."
The veins on Conchie Erb's head popped out. He slapped the armrest and shouted angrily: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?!"
"So do you have evidence? Witnesses? Physical evidence?" Maeve tilted her head and smiled.
Conchieber gritted his teeth and growled: "No! But I know it was the Kingdom of Connaught that did it!"
Spreading her hands, Maeve said in a half-joking tone: "If I follow your logic, although I have no evidence, I know that the Supreme God has descended on the city."
Seeing that Conchieber and Maeve were tit for tat and refusing to give in to each other, Minister Fergal stood up at this time and acted as a peacemaker, calming down the atmosphere in the hall in time: "Queen of Connaught, I heard that you love watching the most.
Fighting?"
"Rather than saying that I like gladiatorial combat, I like strong men." Maeve's eyes shone brightly, and her expression became more vivid: "Aren't the heroes who shed blood on the battlefield and take off the heads of their enemies better than those who just
Will the guy who hides behind the scenes and plots everything be even more charming?"
When Conchieber heard this meaningful sigh, his face flushed with anger, and his big hands squeezed the wooden handrails so that they rattled.
Upon seeing this, Fergal quickly added his own words: "Queen Maeve, Ulster's gladiatorial arena - the Red Circle, will hold a grand gladiatorial match the day after tomorrow. By that time, you will be able to see an elaborate gladiatorial match.
Prepare for confrontation.”
"That's right!" Conchieber stood up and shouted loudly: "The day after tomorrow, you will be able to see how invincible and invincible the brave men of Ulster are on the battlefield!"
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