Orquila's capital, Doludives, Royal Palace.

In the main hall, the ministers were already arguing. The king listened to them and said nothing.

"Should retreat! Once Ayalotis is gone, we'll be completely exposed to the minions of the necromancy! "A minister with gray hair and a few teeth has fallen out. Several robed-wearing ministers stood on his side.

"Impossible! Definitely give them a head-on shot! Surrounded by a group of generals, another minister, who also had 'gray' hair but was wearing a half-length armor that seemed to be lightweight, roared, and the stars were all stained on his beard: "What does it mean that the necromantic creature did not attack immediately? This means they don't have the strength to keep fighting! We should seize this incredible opportunity! ”

"But even the Thundercloud Independent Regiment was destroyed! And what can the rest of the army do? ”

"Stupid, you don't understand military affairs at all! It was the Independent Regiment that consumed the strength of the necromantic creatures that gave us a chance to fight back! But if you continue to grind like you say, then the enemy will finish repairing and attack again! Are you responsible?! ”

"Why don't we ask the Holy See for help? They're the best at dealing with necromantic creatures. Another minister, with a round face, spread his hands and said.

This minister probably wanted to be a peacemaker, but he didn't expect the two ministers to blow their beards at him at the same time and glare: "Impossible!" Those religious lunatics must not go to war! "If those clergy had been useful, Osgilia would not have fallen!"

The two looked at each other, and when they could continue to quarrel, the king spoke:

"I've decided. Lingwynny, you go and gather all the armies, and then issue a mission to the adventurers, attacking in exchange for time to defend; Remy, you go to reassure the people, and deal with the containment of the inhabitants of the surrounding area of Osgilia; Sam ......"

"In!" The minister, with a round face, hurriedly bowed his head.

As if he had made up his mind, the king took a deep breath and said, "Draw up a letter for me and send it to the Holy See." ”

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Dorudives, in the middle of a large mansion.

Carl was reviewing the papers behind his desk, even though he had lost ground and was at home. He wears old 'flower' glasses so he doesn't have to leave his papers far away. His desktop was full of all kinds of documents, and he didn't know where he found them.

A servant knocked on the door, and at the door, he said, "Sir, the guest is looking for you." ”

Hearing this, Carl took off his glasses and was so happy that his beard turned up: "Invite him in!" ”

The "guest" had brownish-red hair, thick eyebrows, thick lips, and a straight nose; He was dressed in an orange and red robe, holding a heavy bronze canon, his shoulders were covered with a shawl, and the back of the shawl was divided into two long swallowtail streamers, his sleeves were wide enough to hold a watermelon, and the shawl, cuffs, and hem of the robe were all dark black, and there were many intricate and ornate 'flower' patterns embroidered on them, which made "the guest" extremely noble.

"Hello, Lord Castle. May God bless you. The guest laughed.

"What else do you say, 'City Lord,' take a seat, Mr. Pers." Karl greeted the guests affectionately, ushered the guests to their seats, and then instructed the servants to prepare fresh fruit. The guest, named "Perles", was Carl's guest, and although he only met by chance on the road, Carl hit him off at first sight. Perls was at the top of the Twilight Sect, a new religion, but it was Perls's wisdom that was of greater interest to Carl.

"Are you still concentrating on your work?" Looking at the mountain of papers on the table, Perls said reproachfully, "My lord, I told you—"

"I'm going fishing, raising a dog or something, and putting on the posture of an ordinary old man, so that people think that I'm really not interested in politics, right?" Carl smiled helplessly: "But I just can't be idle, I've been used to it for more than 20 years, and I can't change it." Besides, this room is full of people I trust, who eat and live here, and who have neither the opportunity nor the opportunity to 'reveal' my affairs. ”

"You can't make a mistake by being careful, because your enemies are more than just political enemies." Now that he had reminded the other party, Perls also smiled and said, "Let's get down to business." First of all, congratulations to you all on your safety. If you hadn't left Osgilia at that time, you would have been more than lucky at this time. ”

"So, it's a kind of luck to be demoted?" Carl laughed too.

"Who's to say it isn't? Who's to say yes? Who can say clearly what the 'female' god of fate thinks? In any case, those who survive have a chance to win. Now that you've escaped the catastrophe, you're more than a step ahead of Captain Stitch. Luck is also part of strength. ”

At the mention of Stitch, Karl sighed faintly: "That person shouldn't have died...... Who has ever seen a cavalry defending a city? What a dead brain! ”

"The dead are gone, so we won't mention him. The second point is to ask, what is the opinion in the palace now? ”

Carl got up, picked up a few papers from his desk, sat down, and began to explain.

In Olquila, there have always been three factions. One is the military department, they are from an orthodox background, extremely loyal to the country and the royal family, but have a lot of ambitions, and always represent the interests of the army, and the representative figures are the military minister, Lin Gwinny; One is the group of civil servants led by Remi, whose political propositions are based on people's livelihood for the benefit of the common people; And the third faction is Isam?' Montgomery represented an aristocracy that looked only out of its own interests, and where the only contribution to the country was economic development. These three factions check and balance each other and complement each other to this day.

In the face of this unprecedented crisis, it is clear that the opinions of the various factions are not in agreement. The military department thought that it was necessary to fight, and it was a fierce beating; And the civil officials felt that they should be transferred and turned to neighboring countries for help; The nobles, for their part, sought help from the Holy See. The three parties have been arguing endlessly, and it has been two days.

To tell the truth, the nobles and His Majesty are going farther and farther away. Let's not talk about the request for His Majesty to ask the Holy See to come in this time, but let's just say that a long time ago, most of the people who occupied the 'private' orchards around Osgilia were the nobles and wealthy 'families', and they occupied the best land. After the "doomsday 'confrontation'", the army was seriously reduced, His Majesty's reliance was reduced, and the nobles dared to challenge His Majesty's authority: several city lords even argued about the ownership of each town with oil and water as a warm town, which was almost like dividing up the country. Although the nobles contributed to the economic development of Olquila, they also directly or indirectly harmed Olquilla's interests. For them, His Majesty's patience may have reached the limit.

"I'm surprised that you would criticize your own class." After listening to the explanation, Perls said with a smile on his face.

"Now I'm just a laughing stock in the conversation at the banquet. If I can return to politics in the future, it will be earned by my own efforts, and it has nothing to do with my family or even the aristocracy, so don't expect me to have a sense of belonging to them. Carl waved his hand indifferently.

Perls said approvingly: "It is well said that sometimes people always have to think about themselves, and they can't always give. So, let's talk about what to do, my lord. ”

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Doludives, the Royal Palace, the King's bedroom.

At this time, the king was not as calm as in the meeting, but kept walking back and forth, completely unable to sit still. He frowned and looked at the ground, not like a monarch, but like a debtor who could not pay his debts.

Suddenly, he stood still, opened the bedroom door, and said to the guards, "Go and tell Mr. Graheid to come over, and then, no one is allowed to approach without my orders, including you two." ”

The guards looked stunned and left.

The man who was summoned into the bedroom was a man in his forties. His face was fair, his eyebrows were slender, his eyes were sharp, his lips were very thin, he must have been a beautiful man who was popular among thousands of 'women' in his youth; his shoulders were broad, his hands were full of calluses, and the thickness of the calluses was exaggerated; his breathing and steps were very steady, and he followed a wonderful rhythm, and it seemed that there were no 'waves'; he wore a large blue 'colored' cloak, and the upper half of his body was dressed in dark gold 'colored' plate armor, and his arms and small 'legs' were also covered with armor; and he wore a decorative 'flower' sword at his waist. Although he is a tough guy, his handsome appearance still brings him a bit of 'feminine' softness. He is like a viper that looks like a forest snake, no matter how similar it looks, a poisonous snake is always a poisonous snake, and it cannot become a non-poisonous snake.

He is one of the twelve heroes of the "Gospel", the poisonous Glamhide. As the only remaining hero of the kingdom of Orquera, he naturally has the right to enter the king's bedroom.

The two sat down. After a moment's deliberation on the wording, the king said, "You know very well what I have called you for. Now that Orquila has reached an existential juncture, I need your help. ”

"Say, what should I do." Graheide leaned on the arm of his chair, his calluses not rubbing against the wood. His eyes were cold, not like what a human should be.

"Go to Ayalotis to intercept the necromantic creatures and kill the head of the necromantic creatures." The king was stared at by the other party's eyes, but he knew that the other party would not hurt him.

"Do you need to inform the military about this?" Grahyde suddenly turned his head to look at the closed 'door'.

"No, it's just you and me. I don't want anyone to betray your track and cause the kill plan to fall short. ”

Grahide nodded, his right hand brushed his waist down, and there was an extra sword on the 'door' - it was his 'flower' sword. It was obviously a non-lethal ornament, but it sank deep into the 'door' panel, and did not stop going deeper until the sword was blocked. The process was incredibly fast, with only a slight sizzle wafting through, proving that the 'flower' sword did not grow on the 'door' in the first place, but suddenly pierced into the 'door'.

The king frowned: "What's the matter?" Could it be that someone is eavesdropping? It's impossible, there are only a few 'waiters' outside, all of them have followed me since childhood, it's impossible-"

"Such a national event, I actually dare to watch and look for death." Grahide said coldly, then got up, opened the door, and left, the big blue cloak like a low-temperature fire. His breathing and pace were still steady and unwavering, two seconds, two seconds, and he was accurate enough to calibrate the clock. His heartbeat and pulse are probably not moving.

On the side of the door, however, is a close attendant who maintains a half-kneeling posture. He put his ear to the door, obviously eavesdropping, and both of his eyes were glancing in the direction of the door, his mouth still slightly open. And the 'flower' sword went in from his right ear and came out from his left ear, and the blood beads dripped from the blade of the sword, staining the clothes of the 'waiter' with blood 'flowers'.

The king looked at the corpse, sighed, and tugged at the rope hanging from the bed. In a short time, several guards carried the body out, and a nearby 'attendant' came in to clean up the bloodstains. In less than five minutes, everything was exactly the same as before, even the 'door' panel was unbroken.

It's just a trivial matter.

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Dolu Davis, west of the city, coffin shop.

It was just an ordinary coffin shop, but what was not known was that it disposed of many corpses that had been transported from the palace. Seeing off the people from the palace, the funeral director returned to the body and closed the lid of the coffin. From the funeral point of view, the deceased only had a broken ear and a clean incision, so there was no problem in repairing it; But from the point of view of disposing of the corpse, it is only necessary to drizzle sulfuric acid on the face and send it into the coffin, and there is no need to cover the eyelids of the deceased with gold coins.

The funeral director picks up a hammer and rivets and vigorously nails the coffin lid. He smashed it while smiling: "Oops, oops, are all heroes monsters?" But the despicable people have also got useful information......"

A raven, no, a silent raven fluttered onto the coffin, tilted its little head, and looked curiously at the mortician. With a wave of his hand, the mortician drove the Silent Raven away: "Go!" Go! Tell Your Majesty that he's in big trouble. If you like "The Journey of the Dead in Online Games" written by Qianjiang 'Hua' Fire