Astant, capital, Entertainer's Square.

The Artist's Square is one of the most humanistic locations in the capital. It is roughly oval in shape, with laurel trees planted around the edges (a nod to the poets', a number of wrought iron benches for visitors to sit on, and beautiful bands of color created by palm-square floor tiles, whose curves are reminiscent of the body of a 'woman' and 'sex'. There are seven magic fountains in the center of the square, and once someone is playing music, it will spew out columns of water of different heights and thicknesses according to the change of scale and tone. Three years ago, Maestro Maggram and Maestro Sekabuscu the Visionary fought the piano here, and all the onlookers held their breath, except for the fountain dancing, jumping and making noise. Afterwards, it was said that the fountain came alive for the first time.

Every day (this means all year round, from morning to night), artists surround the magic fountain, some sing, some play, some paint portraits of passers-by, some tell fairy tales to children, and even the people selling cotton 'flower' candy on the side of the square have a graceful movement comparable to that of dancers. Everyone here has the individuality of being an artist, and also has the common 'nature' of an artist—the commonality of pursuing beauty, dedicating one's life to beauty, and 'passion'. If the Artist's Square is a light, then the artists are moths dancing around the flames and burning the 'spring'.

In one corner of the square, a large number of people were watching, and the onlookers were the 'female' musician Protin and the "Yaren" Oliver Bull Quinn, one playing the violin and the other dancing.

Oliver carefully groomed, chic and graceful. His clothes were plain, and he should have looked ordinary, but he exuded something stronger than before, which made him extraordinary. What's that? Is it 'exciting'? Is it the charm? No one can tell. As Protin played, he kept whirling, his sleeves like two long buntings, and the wrench chain in front of his 'chest' showed off in the sunlight one after another. He was like an angel without wings. He did not use his physical disability to win sympathy, but used his talent to win recognition. So, he showed the most confident smile.

Looking up at the sky, he was distracted: how beautiful this world is.

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The Empire of Twilight, the "City of Waiting".

"Your Majesty, we have made new progress in the cultivation of necromantic beasts, do you need to know about it?" When Brian's 'wave' length came, Qingyi also heard the prompt tone.

System Alert: A new technology has appeared in your faction.

When anyone develops their power, in addition to the popularity, prosperity, and population that need to be paid attention to, they must also pay attention to all the miscellaneous things such as the commander's value and the contradiction value of their subordinates. But these are only the cornerstones, and it is the subordinates, the armed forces, and the technology that really determine the strength of the power. Needless to say, subordinates with excellent templates and can match the characteristics of the force can make the force go to a higher level; The same is true of the armed forces, any force has a 'good' army, which is the capital to compete with other forces, and technology can assist the first two. If you have played real-time strategy games, you know that some technologies are related to the survival of forces, and those in power must not be sloppy.

In the interval between Qingyi's distractions, Rudy rushed over and beat Qingyi so happily that he couldn't land. Qingyi shouted angrily: "Stop! Don't fight! That's when he got his wish. He didn't care about the children, and immediately rushed to the joint scientific research center to find out.

There are many technologies in the Dusk Empire, such as biotechnology, energy technology, mechanical technology, and alchemy technology, which cover all disciplines of various life occupations, and there are hundreds of subdivisions, which are enough to make people's eyes 'dazzled'. However, compared to those old forces, this is really nothing. Therefore, Qingyi urgently needs science and technology, otherwise the confidence is insufficient.

When he came to the Joint Scientific Research Center, Qingyi happened to see a griffin staggering out of the big 'gate'. The right side of this griffon's body is covered in corpse spots, with a crooked beak, bulging eyes and a tongue that can't be contained, a 100% necromantic creature. Then, the griffin flapped its wings and tried to accelerate, but it didn't control its direction well, and crashed into Qingyi.

The black 'colored' streamer instantly stretched out, wrapping around the griffin's head, body, claws, and wings, dragging it to Qingyi's feet. After seeing that it belonged to 'sex', Qing Yiqi said: "We also have an abhorrence? Pure white abomination? What do you mean? It's not white. ”

Gryphon Abomination: Level 55, Pure White Abomination (Necromantic Creature). It is assembled from the corpses of a lion and a vulture, infused with the soul of a beast class, and reborn in the form of a griffin, but completely devoid of the griffin's habits. Good at 'hand-to-hand' combat and air combat. Durability?. Good at skill none. When the durability is reduced to 10%, there is a 50% chance to trigger the "Disintegrate" state and lose combat ability. When the durability is reduced, it must be repaired back to the Abomination Factory.

Among the necromantic classes, Abomination is a bit of a strange thing, because they are made of corpse pieces, and they are infinitely powerful and extremely durable, but they have bad brains. The remaining 'spirit' imprints on the corpses will clash with each other in the body of the abomination, making it easy for the abomination to fall into a state of 'chaos' and 'chaos', and attack indiscriminately until the soul dissipates. As a result, many Necronomicon empires throughout history have treated abomination as expendables, leaving them to fend for themselves when they are thrown into battle, and it is not even troublesome to recycle them. If you hate combat effectiveness, you are strong, but your status is really embarrassing.

But what is this pure white abomination? How is it unskilled?

Qingyi was researching it, and Fermat ran out of the scientific research center. I haven't seen this kid for a long time, Qingyi only feels that he has grown stronger again, and the vigor and enthusiasm on his face have not changed. The parts of his 'chest' and abdomen are more 'fine', almost like works of art.

"Your Majesty, this is our new invention!"

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"Your Majesty, Oliver appears in the Artist's Square."

The news from the 'squire' made the king and Lancelot move at the same time. The king tried to stand up, but because he had been sitting for too long, his big legs and muscles were paralyzed, so he fell to the ground again, and the royal steward and his courtiers hurried to help. The king just waved his hand: "Leave me alone!" Say it! ”

"Mr. Oliver's 'spirit' is good, and he seems to have accepted the facts. He was performing with a 'female' musician named Protin. ”

"So a good 'female' musician? It's rare, do you know where she came from? ”

Lancelot smiled, "It turned out to be Protin's 'female' gentleman." Her piano skills are very high. ”

The king turned his head: "Even if you say that you are very high, sir, then it must be above the standard." But, no, I know the more famous masters, but I haven't heard the name Protin. ”

"Because the other party doesn't want to be famous."

"In this way, there is really a 'sexual' personality." With a casual haha, the king couldn't wait to bring the topic back: "Sir, you also heard, Oliver has already untied the knot, so there is no need to conflict with Field Marshal Scott, right?" Only by valuing peace can the country achieve long-term peace and stability. ”

"I understand what you say. But it was this "but" that the king was most afraid to hear. Lancelot said, "But Scott owes an apology. ”

And let the "evil eye" apologize? That's a lot of inch! The king was so angry that he was a little dizzy on the spot, but he could only endure it, because it was the guardian hero who had to make inches. He couldn't help but be a little angry, and asked: "Sir, I ask myself if I treat you well, I have given you a lot of face in the past few days, why do you have to repeatedly embarrass me?" ”

"Your Majesty, you are wrong. You are the one who makes it difficult for me. Everyone knows that my courtyard has never been touched by the world. The man behind the bamboo curtain raised his hand and pointed at it, and everyone looked at him, and saw the grass that had been trampled in a mess, which was caused by the 'attendants' going back and forth between the mansion and the court. In winter, the grass is already yellow and shriveled, and being trampled on by this makes it even thinner and more ugly. "You've ruined my courtyard, but have I blamed you for three days?"

The king speaks.

"Someone ruined my eyes, but have I ever blamed him for fifty years?"

Hearing this, the 'squire' and the royal steward were stunned for a moment, and then sweated profusely - this is a secret that cannot be heard! Will Your Majesty kill them for this sentence?!

"You're kidding, sir. You're in good health and your eyes are fine, aren't they? The king forced a smile.

"Of course I'm kidding, I certainly don't have any problems with my body. But Your Majesty, I want to tell you: I volunteered to be a guardian hero and endure hardships alone, which does not mean that I have to swallow my anger for the rest of my life. I don't have that obligation. If you think that guardian heroes should have the obligation to be bullied and insulted and silent, then please let Scott be the guardian hero. He could be called Scott of the Evil Eye, hehe. Lancelot got up, moving gracefully.

Only then did the king realize that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly got up (the numbness in his 'legs' had been reduced a little) and stopped in front of the bamboo curtain: "Sir, when I beg you, you--"

Suddenly, the wind rose. The bamboo curtain was blown up by the wind, and a rope too shallow to see peeked out from behind the curtain threw out a slight arc, and the king's whole body was bounced off and hit the wall! The impact force was not large, but the king's 'chest' was shattered, and a blue 'color' bruise that straddled half of the 'chest' slowly became prominent, which showed the ingenuity of the silk thread.

How dare you commit murder against Your Majesty! The 'squire' and the royal steward protected His Majesty for the first time, and at the same time, their 'legs' were also trembling, because they could not see the hero's movements clearly. The king who was being supported hissed: "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you wait a little longer!" ”

"I just want Scott to apologize." One hand rests on the bamboo curtain. The man was carrying a long rope, but he had already made up his mind.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

Just then, a tall, thin young man stepped into the courtyard and said, "I'm late." "He was dressed as a bishop, dressed in a white robe, wearing a cross on his chest, wearing a wand around his waist, and holding the canon in his hand. His robes were so white that the air was lined with a little black. Strangely, as soon as he appeared, the king's nerves suddenly relaxed, and the 'legs' of the 'squire' and the royal steward stopped shaking.

"The second person besides the Pope who has the aura of probation. Hello, Righteous Dance. Lancelot stood behind the bamboo curtain and nodded to this adventurer who was only in his fifties, there was no such thing.

"Hello."

The king eagerly said to the Dance of Justice: "Savior, you have finally come. Do you want me to send you the quest reward? ”

"Wait, I don't want to upgrade yet. Now take me to the man who needs treatment. ”7499736