The Strongest Deduction of the Comprehensive Comics

Not bad as a pre-exploration.

Erica stared at the key she had received from San Raphael.

"So, from now on, let's go to the catacombs of Florence and get those two magic bans in hand, so that no one in Italy

Someone is unaware of our talents. "

"Ah, I hope so...well, but."

Liliana nodded, then sighed.

"Compared to any achievements, the news of Campione's birth is even more shocking, and there will be two demon kings! It's even more unexpected that such a person can successfully kill God..."

"Also, I don't know what kind of god that person is fighting..."

The two young people who had just separated not long ago.

The King of Swords, who wields silver hands that tear everything apart, and the King of the Far East, whose fists shatter the void, both feel deep admiration.

...At this moment, Liliana's cell phone rang.

"Grandpa, excuse me a little bit. What's wrong? Eh? That—Your Excellency the Marquis must summon us witches and witches?"

After talking for a while, Liliana turned off the phone.

Words that cannot be ignored. Erica decided to ask without hesitation.

"What's the matter? You and Grandpa Krannichar called the Marquis—does it really have something to do with the Marquis of Vauban?"

"Uh, um. Liliana said with a hesitant expression.

"That lord seems to need dozens of witches in recent days. I told my grandfather that he will go with me after the matter here is settled."

"Master Marquis said that a witch is needed? It's really hard to guess what the Lord Demon King of the Balkan Peninsula is thinking about."

Erica looked distressed, and took a sip of her cappuccino. "Hey! It's hot!"

Chapter 19 Demon King Gathering

At noon, a certain star-rated hotel restaurant in Florence, the warm sunlight shines in through the glass windows.

You and Qiong are sitting at the dining table enjoying Italian meals. Raw ham and freshly ripened seasonal vegetables are used as appetizers, Italian-style fried lamb brains, sausages made by star chefs, and Florence’s unique thin toasted bread. The dishes are all over the table, which looks very rich.

Although it is not very suitable for the taste of oriental people, but the taste is really special, the two are enjoying their lunch. A shadow emerged from the ground, and the shadow gradually turned into a human form. It was the ninja agent of the official history compilation committee, Amakasu Touma.

Yu put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel, and vaguely had an answer to Amakasu Touma's behavior. "What's the matter? Need to report at this time?"

"King! The ninjas who are currently following the Hime Miko clan have sent a report that Mariya Yuri was forcibly taken away by a local secret society in Austria. Because of the home court, the ninjas temporarily lost the whereabouts of Mariya Yuri." Amakasu Touma gloomy Face down, kneeling on one knee.

With such a big mistake in the first mission, he could already imagine the sanctions from the Official History Compilation Committee after returning to China, but what is more important now is to appease the king's anger.

"Has the wolf king bit the bait yet?" You said excitedly, eager to try.

Hearing the special title of 'Wolf King' and Yuu's words. Amakasu Touma clearly remembered something, and looked at Yu in shock.

"For any reason, tell Woban to release Mariya Yuri, and let James come in to see me!" Yuu looked at Amakasu Touma with a smile on his face, and gave the order.

"What is Yu going to do again? Fighting again?" Kasuga Nokome asked with a frown as he swallowed the suckling pig slices.

"Almost, this time I'm going to beat up an old man!" You looked apologetic in his eyes, looking at his lover who hated trouble but still let him make trouble.

Hearing the address of the old man, Kasugano Qiong felt relieved. The old man’s words should be harmless, Qiong thought. However, after seeing the ferocity of the Marquis of Vauban, she deeply felt her stupidity. Normal people! .

Ta.ta.ta.ta. The sound of double leather shoes stepping on the ground came, and the purple knight James followed Amakasu Touma into the restaurant and came to Yuu. "I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting!"

"It's okay, James, there should be someone who has been monitoring the whereabouts of the Marquis of Vauban in Lily City for a long time, right?" You smiled, but there was a persuasive gleam in his eyes.

James was silent for a moment. Although the behavior of monitoring the devil is normal and even necessary, no secret association dares to show such behavior. Once it is done, the revenge of the devil will definitely follow. No individual or group can bear the wrath of the kings of the earth. So James could only keep silent and acquiesce.

"I need his current location, as specific as possible, and by the way, call me a few surveillance satellites that can observe mysterious phenomena." After speaking, ignore James' embarrassing blackened face, and continue to enjoy the meal with Qiong with lunch.

A certain mountain range in the Balkan Peninsula, the weather is dark and deep, the black sky covers the mountain range, and thunder and lightning flashed from time to time.

In an extremely luxurious western-style ancient castle covering an area of ​​5,000 square meters on the mountainside.

In a dark and damp conference hall, the faltering candlelight firmly illuminates the hall, bringing light and warmth to the hall.

On the main seat, an old man sat peacefully with his eyes closed. Wearing a black suit jacket, a shirt, and a tie, with his hair combed back meticulously, he looks like an old and wise gentleman full of intelligence.

The old man opened his eyes, they were a pair of emerald green eyes, but the insides were not like ordinary people, the vertical pupils were like wolves, which contained strong will and madness.

Sacha de Jansdal Vauban is the oldest ancient campione in the world today! The age is over 250 years old, full of wildness, super strong physical strength and wolf-like skills, a demon king who is extremely eager to fight.

"Are you all here? Witches?" Vauban's voice was full of intelligence. Floating in the empty hall.

A figure suddenly appeared behind Woban. His body was covered with countless cuts, as if he had been scratched by various sharp weapons. He was a symbol of many battles. He wore a tattered jacket and a broken piece of his head. The witch's hat can identify her witch's identity from her clothing. The biggest specialty is the pale death figure, the face is completely expressionless, empty, and the pupils are extremely dilated. Exactly the same as a corpse except that it didn't rot.

"It's already arrived, and the flow of the earth's veins and the alignment of the stars will reach the optimal position in 2 hours and 43 minutes," the pale witch of death said in a voice that seemed to contain endless sorrow.

After hesitating for a while, the Witch of Death said: "...According to reports from subordinates, one of the witches this time seems to be related to the new king of the Far East, and that king asked to return the witch."

"For newcomers, don't bother! If you want a witch, use force to get it!" Woban said nonchalantly.

"... If I successfully summon the gods this time, I will release the control on you!" Vauban said indifferently on the main seat.

The originally dilated pupils of the Death Witch shrank violently, containing extreme madness and longing.

"Then, let's go and see those tributes!" Vauban stood up and walked towards the hall of the castle.

The originally dark hall was brightly lit by countless candles. In the hall, a girl passed a burlap cloth that could only cover most of her body. Groups of three or five people gathered together to keep warm. With a trace of uneasiness.

Creak~~~ The door of the hall was opened, and Woban walked in through the main entrance, his wolf-like green eyes scanning everyone in the hall.

All the witches trembled, as if they were being watched closely by some wild beast, and looked at the old man who appeared in front of them in fear.

"It's my first meeting, witches! I don't think I need to introduce myself, do I? I've called you this time to fulfill a long-cherished wish of mine, so I want to use your strength." Vauban said sincerely Word. A look that has been troubled by her own dreams for a long time.

Seeing the devil in front of him who was not as cruel as the rumors said, a witch emboldened her courage and asked, "Can you let me go home? My mother is still seriously ill..."

Before she finished speaking, the witch lost her color and turned into a snow-white piece, becoming a pillar of salt.

"I didn't give you the right to bargain with me." Woban's gloomy tone came.

All the witches looked at the oldest demon king in horror.

"Come with me." The Witch of Death appeared and took away all the witches.

At the same time, Saruvato Redoni got lost on the way to find his best friend Andrew, and gradually approached the mountain.