Duke of Grief

The priests who came and went couldn't help but sneak a glance at the man sitting at the desk.

The man had two horns on his head and a tail with black scales behind him. It didn’t look like a lizardman or a dragon... This is a giant dragon, and it was still a black dragon.

They didn't know anything, only that this man was their'guest', and when he arrived, the notice above also followed.

Cervantes is holding a book in his hand, the pages of the book are facing the sun, and the black typeface on the page is clearly visible.

Gently rub the corners of the pages with your fingers to feel the tenderness brought by the plant fibers. After turning the page, take the black tea in your hand and take a sip.

The sunlight passing through the window fell on his side face, obviously an evil black dragon, but at this moment it appeared holy and abnormal.

He was tall and tall, but he had a strange book-like gas. He saw the corner of his mouth slightly curled up, which outlined a warm heart and spleen. When he looked at it, he could unconsciously immerse his mind.

At this moment, this man seems to be the spokesperson of'elegance'. If there is a painter here, he will want to freeze this picture forever.

At this moment, a priest walked quickly to Cervantes, bowed slightly, and called softly: "Your Excellency Cervantes..."

"Huh?" Cervantes raised his eyes. "Is there anything?"

"The things you asked us to check have been found..."

Hearing, Heilong raised his eyebrows and smiled and asked, "Oh? What's the result?"

"There are indeed many traces of plague church activities in the city-state alliance area, but once their stronghold is discovered, they will immediately abandon that stronghold and the remaining believers."

The reporter paused, frowning. "So we can't conduct a rigorous search operation. We can only know from some people's mouth that some of it is a "base"..."

"This is enough!"

Cervantes took a breath and closed the book in his hand, the elegance of his body scattered.

The corners of his mouth rose sharply, and he stood up against the desk. The reporter's eyes followed the figure of the man in front of him, and his neck slowly raised.

After a little stiff neck activity, Cervantes licked his lower lip and said with a smile: "Tell me the places that may be the meeting points of the plague church. Your work has been completed. Next is my work! "

The reporter suddenly shivered at the man in front of him and at the evil smile on his face.

He looked at ‘His Cervantes’ and waved his back to him. When passing by the priests, he would greet them kindly, and he couldn’t help but feel confused.

Which one is the real him?

Or...all?

Stepping out of the back door of the Fortune Church in Sanchez City, Cervantes still had a light smile on his face, relaxed and comfortable.

It’s as if this time it’s not about killing and destroying your enemies, but about going on an outing...

Now that all the legends of the Plague Church have ended in person, why are they so embarrassed not to give them a return?

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and facing the sun, Cervantes breathed a breath of fresh air, replacing the turbid air in his lungs.

"I'm here..." Black Dragon chuckled softly and whispered, "Brought death and destruction to you!"

The Free City-State Alliance, the chaotic zone outside the Galore Mountains, is still very peaceful today...

The wings of the black dragon splayed out suddenly, and they rose into the sky.

…………

Hill picked up a fennel bean and threw it into his mouth, his eyes lingering on the dining table as if it were a feeding beast, with a dangerous breath.

After chewing a bit, I was willing to swallow the beans into my abdomen, narrowing my eyes contentedly, happiness remained in the mouth with the taste.

After her keen sense of smell made her nose smell the various fragrances mixed together, the salivary glands began to secrete saliva continuously.

"I didn't expect the civil servant food to be so good..." The legendary ranger could not help but mumble, "I already knew that, I'll be a civil servant..."

The maid sitting opposite her smiled and shook her head. "My Excellency Hill, I have a small temple here. I can't accommodate you, the Buddha. If you were to be a civil servant, what eyes would other countries use to look at us? "

Hill looked at the maid weirdly. She didn't understand what it meant, but as long as she understood it, it didn't need to be understood.

"Maid Serena..."

He reluctantly glanced at the food on the table, squeezed the corner of his mouth, Hill put down his chopsticks, and asked with a heavy face: "Are you really sure that the "Shadow of Death" is within the rule of the city-state alliance?"

"No, I'm not sure!" The maid shook her head and emphasized: "Just doubt!"

"As long as there is this possibility, I can't ignore it..." Hill's voice was low and his face gloomy.

Although she didn't have much sense of belonging to the Free City-State Alliance, after all, it was where she was born and grew up, although she didn't live there for too long, but it was indeed the place where her parents were buried.

Her parents were buried in a city-state cemetery. She did not want parents who had suffered a lot in the first half of her life to be disturbed after death.

She had experienced the plague since she was a child, and was deeply affected by it. Although her parents survived the plague, they also lost a lot of property.

So that her childhood environment and conditions are always changing, sometimes good, sometimes poor.

It is a land of freedom, a land of chaos, and a land of incompetence. There is generally no too fierce war on the Mendes continent, but friction between countries and even territories has always existed, and after the Free City-State Alliance, Is even more intense.

Hill has seen wars and plagues, and her parents have taught her to learn martial arts from a ranger since childhood. Maybe the ranger is not the most powerful, but it has always been the most survivable.

After failing to provide the child with the education of a mage, her parents can only retreat to the second place, so that she has enough life-saving abilities.

In that chaotic place, even nobles and rich businessmen may not have many birthdays, and bandits are spread all over the city.

Killing is always the theme there, and Tucun is not so rare, and the plague often breeds from these things.

The robbers in the chaotic land will harm others, but they will never be killed, because there will always be people who are desperate or ambitious.

But even so, Hill still has feelings for that place, because there is her hometown!

"Sir Hill, in fact, I have asked Seth to go to the field to investigate some things." The maid said with a smile, "Maybe there will be results soon..."

"But aren't you still unsure?" Hill frowned.

The maid smiled, noncommittal.

Hill clenched her chopsticks, staring at the maid, and the two were silent.

"Okay, maybe we can leave this matter out for a while~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Actually this time I actually have another thing I want to talk to you, Lord Hill..." The maid smiled and diverted topic.

"...What's the matter?" Hill let go of his fist, picked up a piece of pork belly with his chopsticks, and threw it into his mouth.

The maid licked her lips and said with a smile: "Actually, this time we have a plan that hopes you can participate. In this case, maybe our plan success rate will increase a lot..."

Hill looked up at her for a few moments, then lowered his head again, "What plan?"

The maid leaned in and whispered in her ear: "Kill God..."

Hill stopped chopsticks, chewed a few bites, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then sat quietly in deep thought.

"...Shall I invite others?"

Hearing the words, the maid's smile brightened instantly. ()

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