Don't Call Me A Succubus, I'm Really Just A Warlock!

"It's so lively."

There is a 300-meter-high bell tower in the royal capital. The clock tower has never had an error and always rings at a fixed time.

Now, a pale young man is sitting on the bell tower, looking down at the ant-like crowd below. His eyes are focused on the purple-haired boy who is like a leader, with a faint smile on his face.

"Your target shouldn't be this kid."

Suddenly, there was a voice beside him, but the young man did not turn his head, as if he was used to such things.

"How is that possible? You see, I have put so much effort into it. It can't be just to set up such a grand stage for this kid, right?" the young man said.

The voice next to me was silent for a moment: "We have the same memory. You can fool others, but you can't fool me."

The words spoken by this voice were very plain, and there was an unquestionable attitude in the plainness, as if everything was under control.

The young man seemed to be irritated. He laughed in a low voice, lowered his eyes, and his fierce eyes fell on the voice beside him as he turned his neck.

It was a boy, like a miniature version of a young man, sitting on the giant hands of the clock tower, his little legs swinging back and forth.

The boy stared at the young man, tilted his head and looked at him, as if asking what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?

"We are just individuals with the same memory." The young man said through gritted teeth.

"Uh-huh." The boy made a nasal sound and did not refute.

But this irritated the young man even more.

"That kid is actually not the best ritual sacrifice for the Church of Pain."

the boy said suddenly.

"You know a hammer." The young man chuckled.

"I saw that you taught the rituals of the Church of Pain. You pretended to be the God of Pain and gave this sacrificial ceremony to them." The boy said.

“Then I learned it by looking at it.”

"So what?" The young man said indifferently, "So what if I taught them? Anyway, this ritual is a genuine sacrificial ritual, and I also changed the god it points to to the God of Pain, so for this group of people from the Church of Pain Is there any difference?"

"What about the sacrifice? Who is the real sacrifice?" The boy looked at the young man.

"Of course pain teaches them themselves." The young man smiled.

"They are not qualified." The boy said decisively.

The boy knew the power that such a ritual would summon and how high the price would be.

The price charged by the God of Pain is pain, and even if all the people in the Church of Pain die tragically, the price cannot be met.

"Then who do you think is qualified?"

Gradually taking back the sovereignty of discourse, the young people are a little happy.

He didn't mind such casual communication with the boy. Although it seemed that he kept answering the boy's questions, he actually didn't say the key points.

The stage play under the clock tower has come to an end. The purple-haired boy is walking on the road separated by the crowd around him. The seven people wearing silver armor around him are closely protecting him. Six masters are flying in the air, watching closely. Around them, the group of black-clothed men from the Painful Church had their hands and feet broken and were lying on the ground. They were stacked into a hill by people's evil intentions, which looked very spectacular.

The boy also looked at the purple-haired boy, and he hesitated at this time.

The entire Church of Pain plus this purple-haired boy might really be able to meet the price.

…

Looking at all the black-clothed people who were unable to resist, Mu En had people restrain them all. At the same time, six masters suppressed the black-clothed people so that they could not self-destruct.

The crowds who came to support also began to withdraw, and news came from their family that it was enough to do this.

Mu En looked up at the sky. Shyvana was about to decide the winner with the master-level man in black. When the dragon's breath gathered again, this time the master-level man in black could no longer avoid it.

The pillar of fire streaked across the sky, sweeping everything in front of it.

The master-level man in black fell towards the capital, and the surface of his skin had turned into charcoal. The sword became pitted in the battle with Shyvana, and fell to the ground of the capital before him.

Shyvana stared at the master-level man in black, confirming that he had no breath before rushing towards Mu En.

The huge dragon body brought a strong sense of oppression, but Mu En had a smile on his face.

Shyvana returned to her human form in mid-air, and then landed lightly next to Mu En.

"It's okay." Mu En smiled, but Sivana looked at him without speaking.

"It's okay." Shyvana said softly after a long time.

"Master Mu En, what should we do with this group of people?" the seven-man team asked.

"Send them all to the Guards." Mu En rubbed his head. Although the Guards had been broken by the Church of Pain, there seemed to be no other suitable place for these men in black in the entire capital.

…

royal palace.

Qin breathed a sigh of relief. With so much support, Mu En was also out of danger.

The golden light and shadow beside her still maintained a smile, but the golden light and shadow's eyes were not fixed on Mu En in the picture, but on a corner.

It was a bell tower. In everyone's eyes, there was no one on the bell tower.

On the side, Landau suddenly raised his hand: "I propose to remove all positions from Horn.

As the captain of the Guard, it is simply a shame that the Guard building was breached by the Church of Evil God. I think most of the reasons lie with Horn.

As far as I know, Horn basically ignores the affairs of the Guard.

Secondly, not long ago, Mu En of the Alfred family arrested several members of the Evil God Church. On the way to the guard, they met a disguised guard member of the Evil God Church, which made all the arrested members of the Evil God Church appear during the interrogation. Self-destruct.

As for the uniforms worn by the guards, everyone knows what's going on. Members of the Evil God Church can disguise themselves as members of the Guard. It is obvious that this member of the Evil God Church is also a member of the Guard.

So this shows how chaotic the Guard is under Horn's management. If it is not reinstated, it may soon become the home of the Evil God Church. "

After Landao finished speaking, he put down his hand. All the nobles in the meeting looked at him in shock. No one could have imagined that Landao would actually file a complaint against Horn at this time.

The golden light and shadow fell into thinking after hearing what Landao said.

Landau was telling the truth, and he had always told the truth.

This time, Horn really had to take the blame. The protective circle in the guard building was shut down. I don't know who did it, but someone must be blamed.

The strength of the guard is not weak. If all the guard members are in the building, the black-clothed crowd cannot be their opponent. However, most of the people went out to deal with matters, leaving only two or three big and small cats, causing the protective circle to be destroyed. After closing, the Guard Building has no strength to fight against the Church of Evil God.

If Horn had arranged the personnel well, perhaps today's result would not have occurred.

So it's Horn's fault again.

The golden light finally spoke: "From today on, Horn will no longer serve as the captain of the Royal Capital Guard. At the same time, he will be stripped of his title of earl and reduced to viscount."

"Hiss!" All the nobles suddenly gasped.

Whether it is to remove one's position, deprive him of his title, or demote him, it is unimaginable.

But now these two results have all appeared in Horn.

Suddenly, a look of pity looked at Horn.

But Horn acted indifferently.

He also cursed and said: "You really know how to add insult to injury, Landao!"