The city is like ruins. Even the withered tree was infected, and the fire dimmed. The ghost wolves crouched beside the corpses of their companions, looking up to the sky and howling.

When it was confirmed that all the enemies had left, Frankie fell to the ground without saying a word. Qingyi hurriedly rushed forward, hugged this loyal subordinate, and looked at his hands again, all of them were bloody.

"Master, I ......"

Frankie closed his eyes tightly, but he couldn't hold back the blood and tears, and the blood bubbled in his mouth: "I'm so incompetent!" I'm not worthy to be a warrior, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy!!!! After roaring hysterically, it convulsed and stopped breathing.

Qingyi could feel that Frankie's soul fire was dissipating rapidly, and he couldn't help but panic: "Don't!" Franji! Damn, the priest's cooldown isn't there yet—Strom, get the soul potion! ”

"Your Majesty......" Strom was about to cry: "The laboratory has been smashed, and all my achievements and experimental equipment have been robbed...... Soul potions are also ......"

"Fermat, what about you!" Qingyi roared wildly, and the skeleton rattled and rattled: "Don't you have a [recycling]? You can resurrect undead creatures, right? ”

"Yes, but Your Majesty," Fermat swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Qingyi with difficulty, and finally simply twisted his head away: "Only dissipated necromantic creatures can [recycle] and infuse a new soul into it—"

"I don't want any new souls, I want Frangi! Don't give me nonsense, just say if you can save it! Can?! If Qingyi wasn't still holding Frankie, he would have grabbed Fermat's collar at this time: "I asked you if you could!" ”

"Can't ......"

"This can't be, that can't be, what's the use of what I want you bunch of shit!" Qingyi was furious, and she was so frightened that Su'er on the side cried - she had never seen such an angry father.

"Hey! Say no more, little one! If you can't save it, then forget it......" Robert couldn't stand it anymore, his face was gloomy, and he walked up to Qingyi with a cane.

Qingyi raised his head and glared at the old skeleton viciously: "Forget it?!" That's my most loyal subordinate! ”

"Are other subordinates disloyal to you?!"

Robert knocked down with a cane, but Qingyi raised his right hand and blocked it steadily, which made Robert stunned. The flame in Qingyi's eyes went straight upwards and did not waver: "I only know that it was Frankie who dragged the black edge, it was Frankie who fought bloodily, and it was Frankie who protected you." So, whatever it takes, I will save him. ”

A voice floated down from the air: "Oh, seriously, dear Your Majesty? Are you really willing to pay anything for your most loyal subordinates? "It's the merchant Schroeder Bray! Like holding a hydrogen balloon, he grabbed the bulging bag with one hand, and slowly landed, taking off his hat and saluting Qingyi according to his custom.

Qingyi looked up and watched him land, without saying a word.

When he landed on the ground, Schroeder Bray shook the bag and made it look ordinary again, and then greeted with a smile: "Hello everyone, the wind just now was blowing in the wrong direction, so it was a little late." Well, but it doesn't seem like it's too late! At least the amiable and respectable Lord Frankie hasn't—"

"Tell me, your price." Qingyi interrupted the conversation a little tiredly, and hugged Frankie a little tighter. He suddenly remembered that when he first met Schroeder Bray, Master Patra and Strunm interjected indiscriminately, causing each other to have a bargaining power. This time, it's my turn...... Life seems to be predestined.

"The price? We know each other well, but we can't trade so naked—"

"Say it."

Schroeder Bray put away his smile, no, I should say put away the businessman's smile, and replaced it with a cold, indifferent smile characteristic of the superiors. He tossed a bottle of potion: "Give it a drink." ”

Qingyi didn't think about it, pried open Frankie's mouth and poured the potion into it. Only then did he have time to look at the properties of the potion:

Boiling Blood Potion: A potion secretly crafted by the Dragons to replenish the vitality of the drinker. All attributes are restored, negative status is removed, and wounds are healed. Constitution and strength are permanently increased by 5, and the chance of "Rage" and "Rage" is increased by 3%.

It was visible to the naked eye that many fleshy buds had grown from Frankie's wound, which healed in a short time; The blind eye grew back, and the bones of the broken leg squeaked.

"Next, just rest for a day, there should be no sequelae or anything." Schroeder Bray shrugged as he looked around at the horrific sight: "As for what you've lost...... I promise I'll get it back tomorrow. Of course, I'm not good at repairing buildings, and it's up to you to do that—what about the Patra Master? ”

Robert interjected, "Master Patra is not feeling well and has gone to rest. ”

"Oh, I'm afraid your reconstruction is going to be delayed again. Alright then, June Sunshine Majesty, I'll go first. You have to remember oh, you owe me a promise, and it's ...... Let me offer the promise, hahaha! ”

Schroeder Bray smiled from ear to ear, lifted the bag into the air, floated up as it had come, and flew away. Looking at the direction, he should go to Isenghe.

(Xue Duo suddenly whispered: "At first glance, you know that he is a sinister character.) ”）

No one spoke, only the sound of Frankie's soft, even breathing, and the sound of Su'er visibly biting her lip and crying. Qingyi sat among his subordinates, not knowing what he was thinking, and the soul fire in his eyes flickered big and small.

"Your Majesty, I'm hungry."

Suddenly, Fermat raised his hand and shouted. His chubby face was crammed with a clumsy, laughable smile, and his eyes were half worried, half hopeful looking at Qingyi.

"You've been dead for a long time and don't need to eat." Qingyi said, slowly put Frankie away.

Fermat's body twitched violently, and he fell backwards to the ground, foaming at the mouth and dancing with his hands and feet—he was mad!

"Strom, Waterpole, come and help!" Robert hurriedly beckoned two men to come over and help. Waltpole Cullen glanced at Qingyi in surprise, hugged Fermat's arm, and did not speak.

Qingyi got up, pointed to Fermat, who stretched out his legs, and sneered at Robert: "Hehe, look at it, this is what you said 'I found a treasure'...... If it weren't for these useless guys, how could my city have been invaded! ”

"How dare you speak like that! He just wanted to amuse you, as for embarrassing him so much? ”

Qingyi looked at Robert with a strange face, and shouted in a suppressed voice: "Why can't I say it?!" In my country, I can say whatever I want! ”

"Shut up! A qualified king will never spill his anger on his subordinates! ”

"My soul fire is so much stronger than theirs, do I still value them so much?! You're teaching me a lesson for this? You told me to shut up? ”

(Xue Duo shouted in a little panic: "Don't make any noise, if you have something to say, speak slowly!") ”）

"Nonsense! Those who don't pay attention to their subordinates are not qualified to be kings! Robert's rare rage and his hands strained him and broke his crutches in the middle, startling Strom! You think you're noble? Do you think that if you give an order, these subordinates can send you to death?! Stop daydreaming, you can fall from this ridiculous throne at any time if they want to, and fall lower than sludge! ”

"Since I'm dispensable, then let me be the king of the bird! You're going to take it back?! I quit! Qingyi was also on fire, and threw the scepter to the ground, and there were a few more cracks in the gem on the head of the scepter.

"You're a jerk! You are not asked to be a king, not for you to run to rule and enslave, but for you to take your responsibility and make this country prosperous and strong! Pick it up for me! Robert pointed to the scepter, and the fire of his soul burst out of his eyes.

Qingyi sneered: "Seriously, you are very much like my dad now, a lot like that bastard." Without saying a word, he went offline, leaving behind an old skeleton who was still trembling with anger, and a little Lori who was crying.