Lord of Plenty

The soul fire in Andres's eyes jumped violently, which was a bit scary.

But Betty didn't even look away, and calmly looked at the undead wizard in front of her, who was no longer a human.

The air in the basement seemed to be solidified and heavy, and only the potion that was still rolling in the crucible was gurgling.

"Maybe."

Andres sighed hoarsely.

"You don't have to scare me. Under the watchful eyes of His Majesty in the castle, what else can I do?

Look at these."

Andres knocked on the alchemy table with his sharp finger bones and said self-deprecatingly:

"Even the real legendary undead have been torn into pieces and turned into a pile of materials for people to use and study.

What do I, a semi-legendary undead, dare to do?

I turned into an undead to have more time to study magic, but I am not interested in seeking death.

I came here to fulfill the agreement with your family and come to help you a little.

More importantly, to meet the great His Majesty who opened up the path to the saint."

"Great? Why don't I feel it at all?"

Betty heard this and habitually refuted.

"Stupid! Arrogant! Put away your pitiful inferiority and arrogance!"

Andres, who was furious, was even more furious and excited than when he was threatened by Betty just now.

It was like a fanatic whose idol was insulted by a pagan.

"You are not even a high-level wizard, and you have never reached the limit of human life.

You have never experienced the despair of being on the top of a mountain, but never seeing the way forward.

Despair, despair, do you understand?

No matter how many times you try, or how many methods you use, there is only one result.

Failure, failure, and failure.

You will despair and go crazy in endless failures.

Even if you give everything for it and give up everything.

The world will still tell you mercilessly, come on, trash, you can't do it at all!"

"For thousands of years, the human race, no, we have to count those powerful ancient elves and dragons, dating back to even more ancient times.

Some of them call themselves new gods, and some think they are There are more than one who has ruled the world, ignited the divine fire, and even ascended to the starry sky.

But none of them have done this, breaking the barrier between mortals and heroes!

Mortals are always mortals.

Heroes are always heroes.

Born like this, always like this, from ancient times to the present.

Isn't this desperate enough?

And how can those who change this desperate reality not be called "great"?

Are only those gods who are in the starry sky but indulge their believers in money and filth, great?

Or are those heroes who have started wars and massacred thousands of people worthy of being called great? "

"Open your eyes and look around you.

Hundreds of thousands of immortal holy spirits The terrible forbidden scorched earth is being eaten away bit by bit, transforming it back into fertile land that can be cultivated and grazed.

Is this great enough?

There are hundreds of thousands of professionals now, and there will be hundreds of thousands of high-level professionals tomorrow, and even hundreds of thousands of saints and heroes the day after tomorrow.

Is this great?

The northern countries are now quieter than at any time in history.

Why?

If these hundreds of thousands of immortal holy spirits did not rush to the forbidden scorched earth, where would they rush to? How many people would die?

There are many people who have mastered powerful power and act recklessly.

For such people, I am in awe of him.

And having powerful power, he is still willing to restrain his edge and not trample on it at will. I admire him.

Isn't such a person great? "

"The little girl of the Smith family.

I admit that you are very capable and ambitious, just like your mother.

But you are still too naive, and you only look at the surface of many things.

Do you really think that I just came here to seek refuge because I saw that the crown in the Plenty Territory was about to rise?

Then you underestimated me, Andres.

I am a great wizard as famous as Falcol, and I have my own pride.

If another crown was here, like the one next door, I would just hide as far away as possible.

And I would not choose to run here at the risk of my life. "

Betty was speechless.

She actually knew all this all the time, otherwise how could she stay here peacefully and sell gambling eggs.

But she was unwilling to admit this, if she admitted it, wouldn't it prove that she lost.

Andres picked up the Undead Sealing Book and said in a slightly slower tone:

"I will make the gadget you want as soon as possible.

I also hope you will abide by the agreement and help me introduce the crown prince after the matter is completed."

Betty nodded:

"Don't worry, the Smith family will never regret the deal easily.

You help me research the props, and I will help you meet the guy in the castle.

But I can't guarantee what his attitude will be."

Betty wanted a prop that imitated the dream catcher to capture and bind the undead.

Sell it to those new players who don't have a battle pet to increase the turnover of the gambling egg shop.

But she couldn't research this level of magic props, so she could only ask the family for help.

And her mother sent this person here.

Although it was sent quietly, Betty didn't think that her actions would be hidden from the one in the castle.

Although there are people coming and going in Fengfeng Territory, and no one is prohibited from entering or exiting, it is a typical situation of looseness on the outside and tightness on the inside.

Betty had no doubt that even if a piece of bread crumbs fell in the corner, someone would probably know about it.

Therefore, the undead Archmage Andres hiding here is not secretive. It can only be said that everyone understands it.

As long as Andres can restrain his undead nature and not attack ordinary residents in the territory, there will be no problem.

But just in case, Betty still took the risk of offending the other party and reminded him of that sentence.

The stingy guy in the castle regards the residents of the territory as more important than the earth dragon in the mine.

In short, if any resident suddenly disappears, the matter will never be settled easily.

As for those immortal holy spirits.

As long as Andres hasn't lived enough, his head has not been completely corroded by the breath of death and turned into an undead.

That's how hard it must be to think about it before you go to those guys for trouble.

What Andres said was absolutely correct. With an army of half a million professionals and immortal Holy Spirits, the entire Northern Territory was eerily quiet.

Countless spies were sent to the Harvest Territory, but it was not as easy to invade as they thought.

Don't worry about whether they are professionals or not, or how strong their lurking ability is.

A household registration and a residence permit confused these newcomers.

And don’t look at those holy spirits who are usually silly, but they are actually ghosts and ghosts.

After the spies asked a few words, the Holy Spirits would tie up the person and send him directly to the security department in exchange for a reward.

It’s like someone who has been deceived since childhood.

Especially defensive.

Intelligence organizations such as the Assassin's Guild and the Six Guys Guild have probably never encountered such a difficult opponent, and they have suffered a lot.

Half a month ago, even she was called to the security department, and she was still confused.

As a result, I asked, good guy, it was the spy sent by our Smit family who was caught, and she was asked to come and get him.

All in all, this place is run like an iron barrel.

People outside want to come in and have a look, and people inside don’t want to go out.

At least she didn't want to go out.

There is everything here, everything that is available outside is here, and there is also everything here that is not available outside.

Moreover, all the Holy Spirits are talented, they speak nicely, and they do things beautifully. Why would she leave?

Although according to the agreement between her and Kun at the time, she helped open the egg gambling shop, and the other party would help her control the family in the future.

But now, she really doesn't look down on the family business or the position of the countess.

Here, she is one of the three major store managers mentioned by the 500,000 Immortal Holy Spirits. She has a unique word for gambling, which is very majestic.

Just like those legendary undead in the forbidden scorched earth, King Dansu cannot afford to offend them.

But as long as she issues a mission, tomorrow at the latest, the undead head will be on her counter for her to admire.

What's the point of being a countess?

According to the words of the Holy Spirit, the situation is too small.

When it got dark, a guest came to Blackstone Castle.

Bar Kafe, one of the deputy leaders of the Skyfire Knights, is also the right-hand man of Kun's father, Marquis Lawrence.

This time, like last time, it brought a letter from Kun's father, Marquis Lawrence.

Xiao Fengrao took one look at it, and then burned the letter in front of Barr.

Baal, who was wearing legion-standard fine iron armor with the Skyfire Knight pattern emblem on it, took a sudden step forward and said in a deep voice:

"Your Excellency, what are you doing?

This is the personal letter your father, the leader of the Knights, asked me to send you from the royal capital. "

Butler Tate, who was standing by, sneered:

"Don't you have a bad look? You're burning the letter.

Also, watch your words, this is not your military camp, but the Plenty Territory.

The person sitting in front of you now is the only ‘adult’ in the Plenty Territory.

As for the leader of the Skyfire Knights, or the deputy leader.

Sorry, my old Tate is just a groom and doesn't recognize this or that.

No matter how much you dare to act without my master's permission, I can only ask you and your Pegasus to leave from here together. "

"That's a pterosaur vulture, not a Pegasus.

Stupid groom. "

"Um?"

Xiao Fengrao, with a trace of scarlet light shining in his eyes, snorted dissatisfiedly.

Barr, who had experienced hundreds of battles and was at the peak of the third level, felt as if his head had exploded. Two streams of nosebleeds dripped down his chin and onto the floor.

It took all of his strength to keep himself from falling.