Demon Royal Family

"I agree to his request." Ivo nodded.

Jameson nodded, jumped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

What are the necessary criteria to become a strong person?

That's right, just don't open the door.

Ivo shook the potion bottle. The potion, as bright as blood, was crystal clear, like red crystal, containing little bits of fluorescence, shining through the bottle.

He didn't plan to drink Abel's boiling blood for the time being. Only when he adjusted his condition could the effect of the potion be maximized.

Ivo touched the dark ring, and soon, Paro, who received the signal, came to the room.

"It's time to meet that group of people." Ivo said calmly.

…

In the outer city of Liema Town, the refugee camps are densely packed and crowded. The refugees sit in small groups. In their leisure time after work, they chat with each other and talk about their experiences.

A man whose appearance and body shape was covered by a gray robe hurriedly passed between the tents, and soon came to a dark corner, where a group of refugees sat in a circle, with resentful looks on their faces.

The man in gray robe stood in the middle of the group of refugees and said in a low voice: "Guys, what do you think?"

"Mr. Messenger, you are right!" A refugee complained angrily: "Liema Town simply doesn't treat us refugees as human beings. We work several hours a day and can only exchange for one or two pieces of bread and scarce food. Qingshui only supplies meat once every half month, huh, those big guys who live in the inner city and are in charge of the territory are all a bunch of stingy bastards."

"Yes, why do people in the inner city have enough to eat every day, but we have to starve!"

"We must riot and take back the rights that belong to us!"

The man in gray robe said with confusion: "You are right. Only violence can overthrow the superior class. If you want to eat endless beef, pies, cherries, and ale, you can only overthrow this high wall and use riots." Get everything you want and scare the arrogant nobles and big shots!"

"Yes!"

"We must resist!"

The man in gray robe laughed strangely.

At this time, a man in black robe came from a distance. The refugees stood up vigilantly, yelling and cursing and trying to drive away the man in black robe. However, they found that the man in black robe was like a shadow, moving quickly sideways, dodging the slingshots they waved. The arm came to the man in gray robe.

The man in gray robe suddenly stood up and waved his broad robe towards the face of the man in black robe. The cold blade light was faintly revealed under the tattered gray robe.

"Ding." There was a soft sound, and the dagger of the man in gray robe was blocked by the dagger of the man in black robe. The man in black robe moved quickly, followed the dagger and caught the man in gray robe's arm, and held the man in gray robe with his other hand. He directly knocked him to the ground, with the dagger across the gray-robed man's neck. A series of movements were performed smoothly, showing rich combat experience.

The man in black robe looked up at the stunned refugees and uttered one word coldly: "Get out!"

The group of refugees who were plotting to riot suddenly dispersed like birds and beasts.

"Who are you?!" the man in gray robe said in panic.

"Don't ask so many questions, take me to see your boss." The man in black robe said coldly, letting the man in gray robe know that if he didn't follow his words, he would definitely end up in a miserable place.

The man in gray robe helplessly led the way, and the man in black robe walked behind. The two passed through the refugee camp and entered a camp area under the city wall in the outer city of Liema Town. There were thirty or forty people living here, covered with blood. With an aura of indifference, which is the aura of someone who cares about human life, when they saw the two people appearing, they surrounded them one after another and were hostile to the man in black robe. They were obviously in the same group as the man in gray robe.

"He wants to see the boss." The man in gray robe said.

"Who is he?" one member asked.

"have no idea."

The member sneered, but did not stop him. He just looked at the man in black and said coldly: "If you are not afraid of death, just go in. Boy, you will regret coming to us. People who know nothing are the most courageous."

The man in black robe was indifferent and followed the man in gray robe to open a secret cellar entrance in the camp area and entered the deep cellar. The torch in the cellar was bright and lifeless and very dim.

There was a small residence in the cellar. Several people were sitting around the stone table, all looking at the man in black robes.

"Are you the leader of this group of people?"

The man in black robe was the first to speak. He looked at the gloomy old man beside the stone table and spoke indifferently.

The old man laughed strangely, held down the subordinate who was about to take action, and said, "You seem to know our identity. Don't you... aren't you afraid?"

"They are just a bunch of rat-like heretics. You dare to take the lead only after the church cat is gone. Why should I be afraid of you?"

These people are the heretics of Lasces!

"Seeking death!" the heretics in the cellar shouted.

The man in black robe twirled the dagger in his palm, like a fluttering butterfly, showing his superb control of the dagger, preventing these heretics from taking action easily.

A trace of anger appeared on the old man's face. It was obvious that the words of the man in black had hurt him. His face was gloomy: "Then who are you? Why are you looking for us?"

The man in black robe retreated to the wall and bowed slightly towards the cellar door, as if to welcome the arrival of a big shot.

Just when several heretics in the cellar were wondering, the door of the cellar slowly opened, and a man wearing a large black robe walked in, with a hood covering his face, and walked down the stairs step by step. His aura was as solid as a mountain, giving these heretics a strong feeling. A sense of oppression, as if a giant beast is approaching.

"Where are the guards outside?" the old man asked in surprise.

"You mean those little heretics?" The newly arrived burly man in black robe said indifferently: "My subordinates are playing a little game with them called 'Whoever moves will die'."

A deep fear appeared on the old man's face. Only a few minutes had passed since the first man in black robe entered the cellar, and the outside was controlled by the other party. The power of this man in black robe was beyond their imagination, and it seemed that he had provoked Big shot.

"Let me introduce myself. The church calls us the Black-robed Twins," Ivo, a burly black-robed man, said coldly with a hoarse voice: "Perhaps you have heard of my ranking on the ruling list."

The heretics present looked shocked and stood up suddenly.

The Crimson Heretic of Lasces—The Black-robed Twins? !

This is a big shot among heretics!

"My lord, what do you want us to do?" The old man couldn't help but use honorifics. He was just a yellow heretic. The man in front of him was the ruthless man who attacked Lasces City over a disagreement. He must not be offended.

"The apostles of the gods have abandoned Frigga. The entire continent is our playground. Tell all the heretics in Lassis that this is the chassis I reserved. Don't make trouble here, otherwise you will face my wrath." ." Ivo's speech was very domineering, in line with his identity as a crimson heretic.

The heretics have their own way of contacting each other, as well as various cooperative associations. Ivo needs a microphone to use his identity as a crimson heretic to scare the heretics in Lassis.

The evacuation of the Holy See will definitely bring about heretical turmoil. As long as they don't cause trouble in Lasses, they will probably go to the other three kingdoms to indirectly fulfill the king's request and create an illusion that he can order all heretics, which will make Severn The third generation was even more afraid of his identity.

This group of heretics has been instigating the riots of Liema Town refugees. They think they are very mysterious, but in fact they have been under Paro's surveillance. Ivo can see them at any time if he wants to see them.

In fact, Ivo had other plans for them. He wanted to deter this group of refugees with increasingly demanding demands by forcefully suppressing the riots. Most of these instigators were refugees who later entered Liema Town. Their desires were hard to fill, even if they worked. The system is very reasonable, but there are also many people who want more for their own selfish desires and want to have pie in the sky. For such people, Ivo's method is very simple: directly suppress them violently.

No matter how abundant the resources in Liema Town are, they have limits and cannot be supplied to anyone in unlimited quantities. Absolute fairness is unfair. Ivo understands this truth, so of course he will give more preferential treatment to the old people who have been staying in Liema Town.

"I understand, I understand..." The old heretic remained silent.

"Let's go." Ivo said nothing and took everyone away.

The old man patted his chest in fear to ease his almost suffocated heart when facing Ivo, and said loudly: "Immediately contact the heretics nearby and pass on the meaning of the black-robed twins!"