In the corridor of the City Lord's Mansion, two people were leaning against the wall, talking in low voices. The wall lamps illuminated their faces blue.

One of them was Oskol, a beautiful man floating in mid-air, his splendid clothes glittering, but still less than a tenth of his own brilliance. He has a reassuring smile on his lips and gentle eyes, as if he is a trusted friend. His posture is neither condescending, but also not overly humble, in the Chinese idiom "neither humble nor arrogant". If a gentleman can be selected, he is definitely qualified to be a candidate.

The person he spoke to was Schroed Bray, a traveling merchant with a puff bag, a slightly hooked nose, and the word "shrewd" written all over his face. He frowned and thought for a while, then looked at Oskol, his eyes radiating a terrifying gleam: "Why did you find me?" ”

"Only you have the means to break the soul contract of a despicable person, don't you?" Oskol laughed, a sly glint in his eyes.

Schroeder Bray also smiled happily: "Of course, your vision is very accurate!" Well, without further ado, my dear majesty is walking towards us. ”

Oskol glanced at the man and said naturally, "Why don't you go on?" The contemptible person is just to see if you have a special eavesdropping tool here, and there is nothing to hide. ”

"That's not cheap. How much do you want to come up with? Schroeder also followed the conversation, opened the pouch, and rummaged through.

"How about buying it with the 'help of the contemptible people'?"

Schroeder's eyes widened and he said in surprise: "What?!" I swear I bet that I, Schroed-Bray, have done a lot of business in my life, and I have never seen such a hard bargain! Buy it with 'you help as much as you can', otherwise it's all about it! ”

Oskol pressed his hand to his chest, nodded diagonally, and smiled deeply: "Deal." ”

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Qingyi began to examine herself, rewatching her game journey like flipping through a diary.

I haven't made any close friends since I was a child, until I came into contact with the game "Qiankun".

That was a year and a half ago. At that time, the chosen profession was a warrior, and with a good operation and some game knowledge, I met a few friends in "Qiankun". Naturally, everyone formed a fixed team and went on adventures together. At that time, the virtual world was Qingyi's refuge; Whenever he feels isolated and helpless, he escapes into the "Qiankun" and immerses himself in the game. No one discriminated against him because of his nationality or language, and no one approached him because of his family background. He doesn't need to disguise, he just needs to open his heart.

Although the name "June Sunshine" is dirty, Qingyi likes it very much.

However, during the "Doomsday Encounter", he was betrayed by his teammates - by his teammates who really treated him. In comparison, the pain of being beaten back to the novice stage is not worth mentioning. At that time, under the double blow, he didn't even want to touch the holographic helmet, because the game had lost its original value. It was no longer a refuge and a Garden of Eden, but a nightmare.

People are always stronger than they think.

The pain was only temporary, and Qingyi re-entered the game after a short period of depression. It was a game-changing decision that changed his game - he met Robert and became the unique Necromantic King of the Gospel. What a wonderful fate? If another player appears at the same time and in the same place, maybe the hidden class of the Necromantic King will fall to another person, and Qingyi can only be an ordinary skeleton soldier.

As the king of the necromancy, Qingyi met one interesting subordinate after another. They always blow up the laboratory, or shout some hot-blooded slogans at every turn, or suddenly have Alzheimer's disease...... But that doesn't matter, the important thing is that they don't betray themselves. It's much better to get along with these NPCs than with humans, because they don't know how to cheat and hide knives in their smiles. In the real world, it is difficult to find a friend who can be completely trusted and can entrust your wife and children, but the virtual world is full of subordinates who can shed their blood for you.

But that's not feelings, it's just the loyalty of the weak to the strong.

Qingyi is deeply aware of this.

He received fatherly love from Robert, and he also received countless precious teachings. He treats his subordinates as team members, or even as family members. He never commanded any of his subordinates, but asked for their help; In order to protect the country and all the people in it, he longed to become strong, and even dared to attack Isengard; Even if he was defeated in the battle with Bald Eagle, he prioritized the life and death of his subordinates and ignored himself. In fact, these actions have no effect at all, right? Subordinates will not leave because of their own scolding, nor will they be more loyal to themselves because of their own spoiling, and the distance will neither increase, but it will never decrease.

One of the greatest weaknesses of a country where there is no emotional bond between its backbones is that when its leader fails or even loses strength, his subordinates follow the rule of "the law of the jungle" and replace him. That's how many necromantic empires have collapsed.

Qingyi finally understood how his strangeness to his subordinates came from. Once a subordinate thinks he has become weak, they will rebel against his rule, and even use him as experimental material and do all kinds of inhumane experiments. After this fiasco, every subordinate is a potential enemy. But Qingyi couldn't accept this fact. He didn't want to be betrayed again. A strong thirst for power swelled up in him, for he had to be strong enough to secure his position so that his subordinates would not become treacherous.

How ironic, in the past, even if he was eager to be strong, it was to protect his subordinates, but now......

"Hi, dear majesty, do you have something on your mind? Do you need a 'psychedelic potion' to make you feel good? ”

Qingyi looked up. Before he knew it, he was walking down the hallway, and in front of him was Schroeder Bray and the necromantic spy expert Oscol. Schroeder held up a pink potion and sold it to him in high spirits.

Why did these two come together? Is it that I am now weak, so I plot against me? Oskol wants to betray me? He was a three-sided agent when he was alive?! No, it can't be shaken...... Zhang Qingyi, Zhang Qingyi, how can you suspect your subordinates because of this non-existent thing? It's ridiculous, it's just to see the essence of the necromantic creatures, how can it be as if the worldview and life are collapsing together! Subordinates must not be suspected!

"Hey...... Oskol, why are you back? What are you two talking about? Qingyi smiled reluctantly, trying to suppress the uneasiness and doubts in his heart—although these things were almost written on his face.

"It's nothing, it's just a small deal, compared to him, you are my big customer!" Schroeder interjected.

"There is a reason why the contemptible people came back without permission. It is said that the Knights of the Iron Hoof of the Holy See have arrived on the continent of the 'Gospel', and in order to avoid exposure, they have temporarily withdrawn from Olquila to hide from the limelight. Oskol explained. He looked at Schroder and then at Qingyi, and smiled very understandingly: "Then Your Majesty, the contemptible people will go to the Central Intelligence Agency first, maybe you will be interested in what the contemptible people see and hear." ”

"Go ahead."

After seeing his subordinates leave, Qingyi immediately asked Schroeder, "Mr. Schroeder, I want to exchange honor points." ”

"Absolutely! Dear Warrior, you have done a great job! It's a reward for you! Repeating the sentences set by the system, Schroeder opened an exchange list for Qingyi.

Qingyi looked at it for a while, shook his head and said, "There is nothing I want." ”

"Do you want Frankie to recover?" Schroeder's eyes seem to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He snorted and said, "It's a pity, it's a pity that it has overdrawn its potential in many battles, and no matter how much it has accumulated, there is no way to hit the hero level at all." Believe me, it's a mutation at best, not an advanced one, and there's a ninety percent chance it's a mutation failure. ”

"It doesn't matter if you can't be a hero, I just want it to survive this crisis." Qingyi smiled bitterly.

"Dear Your Majesty, with all due respect, you have given it enough for the 'Boiling Blood Potion' last time. It's just a summon you created with [Soul Replacement], it's a consumable item at all, so why spend so much money on it? Schroeder disagreed: "I remember that its material was a ghost wolf king named Hegel, right?" That's just a mid-level Warcraft, with your current strength, you can find a high-level Warcraft or a high-level combat professional at any time to perform [Soul Replacement], and the starting point is higher than Frankie. Think about it again, it's not a big deal to change subordinates. ”

"But that's not it. Frankie is unique, and if it dies, there will never be another Frankie in the world. There may be a Red Devil Hound with the same template, the same attributes, and the same skills as Frankie, but it will never be my Frankie. Schroeder, you guy who only has money in his eyes doesn't understand. ”

Qingyi turned and left.

Schroeder Bray stared at Qingyi's back, his hair windless. He sneered and tied the bag with a slipknot: "I only have money in my eyes, so I don't understand?" Hehehehe, your so-called 'pain' is not worth mentioning compared to mine...... Let's see, dear majesty! ”

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In contrast to the wartime, the City of Waiting is now full of necromantic players. They walked down the road dejectedly, and they couldn't speak in a flash, which shows how hard the battle of Osgilia had dealt them.

And Qingyi didn't know what psychology was causing trouble, he didn't dare to go out and meet the players. At this time he hid in the nursery, sat on the edge of the cradle, and only looked at Anigil.

Annigir is a human baby who was entrusted by Zeno, the "Perfect Defender", when he first captured Isengard. Originally, the baby was only three or four months old, and even if he had been taken care of by Qingyi for more than two months, he was only five or six months old, and he should continue to drink milk or eat some non-staple food; But Annie Gir, unlike children of the same age, can already be fed with a spoon.

Qingyi placed her left hand on Anigil's cheek and gently touched him. At this time, it was even more unusual for Annie Gill: Qingyi's hands were cold, but Annie Gill was not crying from the cold, but blinked her big black eyes, gently grabbed Qingyi's fingers, put them in her mouth and sucked, as if it was very tasty.

What, did you use my hands like a bottle?! Qingyi couldn't smile bitterly. It's bloody hands.

"Your Majesty?" The old steward, Jont, stood in the doorway, knocking lightly.

Qingyi carefully pulled her fingers out of the baby's tender mouth. "What's the matter? I've been looking for a long time to find a place where I won't be bothered......"

"Several adventurer guilds would like to meet with you to discuss your future strategy."

Qingyi got up, and the shadow throne turned into a shadow: "Very good, what should come always comes, and there is always no escape." ”

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(There are book friends - Ghost Feather Arrow - who thinks Qingyi's character is very reasonable.) If I ask what Qingyi's personality is, it's hard for me to say. All I can say is that he's a little perverted, a little twisted, but that's not what he meant to be. He's a good fit for the Necromantic King's profession, and I can't find a better candidate than him.)

(After watching "Celebrating More Than Years", I deeply realized that any king is perverted.) It is cruel and gentle; Both atmospheric and insidious...... All kinds of human contradictions are vividly expressed in them. If Qingyi had a split personality, it might have been much better. When his character as a tyrant of white bones takes shape, perhaps it is the beginning of his tragedy.)