Ride and Cut

"Your Majesty, please forgive my offense." The lord held up the crystal so that everyone could see the trembling little dragon soul inside.

There is no way not to be afraid. There are more than two bishop-level priests of the Holy Light in this room. As a fragile ghost, Thutmose feels that he will be melted in the next moment.

"This is a poor little undead. He has never hurt anyone. I hope His Majesty will be a little more lenient with him. We will deal with it ourselves later."

John II nodded incredulously.

Theoretically, it is true that the Church of the Holy Light's sanction is irrelevant, but the actual implementation depends on who the other party is.

If an ordinary old farmer said that this is just a poor little undead, please forgive him, the paladins would break his legs with old fists without saying a word, so that he could deeply understand the Holy Light's zero tolerance attitude towards evil, and then the undead would honestly go to the stake.

But if another big person comes, it may not be so non-negotiable. After all, the church has to live in the secular world, and sometimes it is unavoidable to be realistic.

You must know that even for such an evil thing as the blood magic stone, Stuart has used it for thousands of years, and he has never seen the Church of the Holy Light insist on listing them as heresies and launching a holy war.

After all, the lord of Alpine Fort is a well-known young and strong man in the mainland, and Pompeii and the Church of the Holy Light are in the honeymoon period, so it is not difficult to meet this small request.

Besides, what he said was very face-saving. "I will deal with it myself later" sounds a little ambiguous, but it is also a promise that can be fooled.

The Church just needs to turn a blind eye

"An undead dragon appeared in Winter City that night. It happened that it was a golden dragon that was about to give birth to a second head. It also happened that the soul in the second head turned into a wandering spirit and survived, retaining part of what he had seen and heard during his lifetime."

"I don't think anyone is more qualified than him to make a statement about the situation at that time." Richard snapped his fingers.

According to what was previously discussed, Thutmose should immediately stand up and give an impassioned statement at this time, telling him with great pain that the transformation from a powerful dragon to a precarious wandering spirit has caused him a huge amount of mental damage, without any trace of implying that Stuart is behind the scenes.

But Thutmose was still trembling, buried his head under his wings, and didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear anything.

Suddenly, there were several uncontrollable chuckles on the field.

"three……"

"I...I...I'm Thutmose, and I used to be Earl Corleone's partner." The poor little ghost flew out like his butt was on fire. He never dreamed that he would make a statement in front of the Pope one day. "That day I and Corleone hunted down wild dragons together, but the dragon hunting crossbow that should have been attached was not in place, and we both died in battle."

"When I woke up again, my body had already turned into an undead." Thutmose was stuttering at first, but gradually became fluent as he spoke. "It is extremely difficult to turn a dragon into an undead. Only the Book of the Dead can complete this process in just a few days."

Originally, Belluni was leaning back in the chair very relaxedly, but suddenly he sat up straight with his back.

"Also, if possible, please provide me with some humanitarian assistance, because I was received in the Alpine Fort..." Thutmose suddenly sped up his speech.

"Did you hear that, Book of the Dead!" The lord put him back into his pocket, "The dragon and his partner were obviously framed to death maliciously. Later, Stuart held a funeral for them, which means that the corpses did not fall into the hands of outsiders."

"From corpses to undead..." He squinted at Belluni, who was picking his nose openly, "It seems that you have some really great things in your collection."

Belluni laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Master Paul, tell him, has the Book of the Dead been destroyed by the Church of the Holy Light long ago?"

Paul hesitated for a while, and said, "Richard, the Book of the Dead has been destroyed by the church, and I swear in the name of the God of Light, I'm pretty sure the thing destroyed is not a fake."

"According to the records, it took nearly a ton of holy water to neutralize the diffuse magic power of the necromancer. It is impossible for the counterfeit to have such a powerful power." John II pinched his eyebrows.

"Both are true, and both are false." The lord looked at everyone with pity, like a learned sage looking at a group of idiots who haven't studied for two days.

"The size of the Book of the Dead destroyed by the church shouldn't be exaggerated?"

Seeing that both Paul and John II nodded, Richard continued, "But the Book of the Dead is a magical equipment made by Titan for himself. It stands to reason that it should be the size of Titan, and it should be bigger than the city gate!"

Richard continued to show off the second-hand knowledge he heard from the Iron Giant: "Perhaps everyone doesn't know that the Book of the Dead has a sub-volume. There are four volumes in total—written in Elven Language, Dragon Language, Common Language, and Ancient Human Language. These four sub-volumes also possess part of the power of the Tome of the Dead. I can be sure that the one that was destroyed before was a sub-volume. That's why I said it was all true and false."

Because the original version was taken to the new world by the Titans. Lord Lord said silently in his heart.

"The one that has been destroyed is indeed written in the common language." Across the long table, John II looked at him in surprise.

"I just happened to do some insignificant research on ancient history." Li Cha nodded in greeting.

The lord of Alpine Fort thinks that he has always been very humble, but the situation is forced, sometimes even if he tries to be humble, he can only pretend to be humble, which is very distressing.

"Your Majesty Belluni, I hope you can explain this." John II's voice became serious.

Belluni ignored him and flicked his nails. A black mass happened to stick to the face of the envoy next to him, but that person didn't even dare to move.

In fact, almost all the members of the entire Stuart mission kept sitting upright, not daring to say anything more. It was as if there was an invisible sharp blade hanging in the void above his head, and he would be stabbed to death with a slight movement.

"What a smart young man, it's just a pity, probably... dying soon!"

"Can I understand this as a blatant threat?" Prince Schmidt frowned.

"Li Cha, do you know that there are enough young people in our country who want to duel with you from Frisz to Vatican." Belluni seemed to be unable to hear other people's words at all, and he smiled to himself, but the chilling cruelty and madness were hidden deep in his pupils.

He gently placed his index finger on the table, but the hard solid wood immediately creaked under the weight.

"No matter how many praying mantises are pushed under the wheels, they will still be crushed to death." The lord smiled proudly and gave a thumbs up, even crazier than him.