Roulette World

1014 Spirit Lifting Scroll

Not long after Ye Zhongming and others left the holy city, the horn of the expedition had not sounded for a long time.

The royal guard, the first royal team, the two most powerful teams in the holy city, plus three slave troops, were neatly arranged in the square under the palace.

Many people from the Holy City heard the news and came to see what happened.

However, these teams went out of the city directly, stopping those good people in the holy city.

Bachelet followed the team tremblingly, wondering why the army had to take him with them when they went out?

The transactions with those Chinese people were not discovered yesterday, why did you bring yourself?

Holding blue equipment and a powerful puppet did not give Bachelet confidence and courage at all. He was still timid and had too many things to fear.

However, after all, he is still a six-star evolutionary, and he is not afraid of His Majesty the King, because the old man is very kind to him, and even gave him some professional scroll skill scrolls to sell.

So the South American hesitated for a long time, and went to find His Majesty the King. He didn't want to know why he took him, but just wanted to know if he could go back.

The guards naturally wanted to stop him. Not everyone can meet His Majesty casually, but after the notification, His Majesty still decided to meet Bachelet.

The South American stooped and groveled into His Majesty's unique ornate animal carriage.

The hill-like red lion that the captain of the guard said was pulling the beast cart.

"Your Majesty, dear Majesty, hello, may God protect you forever."

Bachelet knelt before the king, impious.

Yes, kneel.

This six-star evolutionary actually knelt down in front of the old king.

The king sat on the throne in the huge beast cart, smiling and looking at Bachelet kneeling in front of him, with a kind face.

There were not only these two people, but more than a dozen people in the beast car camp. Besides the king, there were also the captain of the guard who bullied Bachelet yesterday, the leaders of several teams, the king's favorite young son, and so on.

These people all looked at the South American with half-smiles.

Bachelet just looked up, then quickly lowered her head again, feeling ominous for some reason.

"Bachelet, what can I do for you?" King Ahmed asked kindly.

When he saw this person kneeling before, King Ahmed was extremely satisfied. This awe-inspiring feeling is so good.

Most people hate this end time and yearn for the old world, but Ahmed is different, he thanks and praises this end time.

Because it was the coming of the end of the world that made him a dying old man rejuvenate.

His shriveled old body became younger, his dim old eyes became clear, his half-deaf hearing recovered, and he even regained the ability to conquer women in bed.

It was a taste he hadn't tasted for many years.

After that, he evolved all the way to the current seven-star level, which not only allowed him to extend his life, but also mastered a greater full strength.

As for how many human bones and lives his evolution level represented, Ahmed didn't care.

He is now one of the two kings of West Asia.

Among the powers he holds, the one that fascinates him the most is controlling the life and death of others.

And now, he is going to do one such thing.

"Your Majesty, I, I, am not a warrior. I ask you to allow me to return to the holy city to continue my scroll manufacturing."

Although Bachelet didn't feel very good just now, but thinking that his profession is still useful to His Majesty, even if His Majesty can't use it, he can create value for him. To thank His Majesty.

It's just that the answer he hoped for didn't come for a long time, and later, he heard a sentence that made his soul fly away.

"Bachelet, you know, the advent of roulette puts the luck of everyone in this world at a very high level,

Many people are not so talented, not so brave, and not so hardworking, but they get what those who are talented, brave and hardworking can't get. I think it's unfair. "

Ahmed looked down at the South American who was kneeling on the ground and didn't get up, like a god!

"And you are such a person."

Bachelet turned pale with fright, and suddenly raised her head, looking at His Majesty, wondering what he was going to say, the sense of crisis in her heart was getting stronger and stronger.

"In the past, although we all knew that you were cowardly and cowardly, there was nothing we could do because we needed your ability, but now, your ability will not be exclusive to you."

"Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"My father means that he will take away your ability and give it to someone who is truly qualified to have it!"

Beside King Ahmed, a young man who seemed to have just grown up stood up. His body had strong fluctuations and was very pure. If Ye Zhongming were here, he would know that he had only taken the evolution potion without any A situation unique to the evolution of professional skills.

"what?!"

Bachelet stood up. Strangely, his trembling body calmed down at this moment.

"Someone presented my father...a soul-lifting scroll, which can perfectly strip out a person's occupation. It is truly perfect. It retains the occupation's level proficiency formula and so on. Now you should understand, right? "

The young man smiled, because he was the 'qualified man', he was the king's favorite young son, he did not want to go out to risk and fight, and his father did not want him to go, for this reason, Ahmed Specially asked someone to 'present' a soul lifting scroll, so that he could stay in the palace and enjoy his safe and happy life.

Bachelet felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He suddenly understood a lot of things, and his mind was clearer than ever before.

Then, his whole body began to tremble again, only this time, he did it on purpose.

Then, under the laughter and disdain of these people, he quickly put on the blue armor, trousers and shoes, and summoned a puppet.

Also, towards himself, he didn't know how many auxiliary scrolls he used!

Bachelet, who has never had an official fight, is desperate.

At this time, if you don't try your best, you will really die.

Unfortunately...he didn't succeed.

His level is not low, and he secretly "takes" various attribute improvement scrolls for himself, and his physical attributes are all at "speed"!

He even learned some skills.

However, he is too inexperienced after all, he doesn't know how to combine his abilities, if he uses these abilities, so he only persisted for more than ten seconds, the puppet was killed, and he himself was firmly held down land.

"You really surprised me, Bachelet, did that countryman make this equipment for you?" Ahmed stepped off the throne, came to the struggling South American, and touched the brand new blue armor , the eye is unconcealed greed.

"I like you, and I also like the Chinese people wearing hundreds of sets of good equipment brought by Harmandan, but you should go to hell."

After speaking, a swarthy scroll with black glow appeared in his hand, and Bachelet's last scream was imprinted into his body.

A moment later, the South American turned into a mummy, and his corpse was floating with a... occupational scroll of a writer.

"After the cooling time of one day is over, my dear son, this thing belongs to you."

Congratulations sounded one after another in the animal car.