"I'm sorry, but I can't help you anymore. If you insist on being an enemy of the Twilight Cult, then you are not welcome in Astant. With that, Oliver Quinn hurried away.

Jonny didn't stop, didn't ask, didn't even change his expression. He just sat silently on the bed, his eyelids drooping. He is obviously a young man, but there is an old man's smell in his demeanor. It's not the disgust and isolation of life in a garbage dump, but the numbness of achieving nothing and heart failure. He was covered with invisible dust and filth, and he was no longer on top of him.

It was a long time before he muttered, "Lord, why do I have to fail again and again? ”

"I should have smashed Pers's chest, put a rope around his neck, and dragged him through the streets like a dead dog; I should cut off the head of the Bone Tyrant, trample and crush the fire of his soul, so that it will remember the taste of the soles of my shoes before it dissipates; I should purge all heresies and burn them to ashes so that the world can be reborn...... I can do it! But why do I fail again and again! ”

"I've repeatedly accommodated those arrogant mortals, but do I need them? I don't need to! I am a saint, I am acting on behalf of the Lord, and I am sovereign! The reason why I fail again and again is because of my own sinful ......"

He raised the index finger of his right hand and pierced it on the "stigma" of his left hand, and blood burst out at once. Then he stabbed the back of his right hand again. He whispered, "May sin be shed with the blood, and bring my soul closer to light." Drops of blood oozed from the pink flesh, but he seemed to feel better.

A member of the regiment pushed the door in and said, "Commander—"

Rumble!

Jonny's fist was next to the wall, centered on this point, the wall cracked, dust escaping from the crack, and blood stained the crack into a red cobweb. At this point, with just a little external force, this thin layer of cobwebs will officially become a large hole. Jonny turned his face stiffly and smiled, "What's the matter?" His smile was the same as that of the dragon-slaying saints in the classics, both holy and cold.

The member swallowed a mouthful of saliva vigorously and said as quickly as he could, "Uh, that's right! There's a guy out there, and he's claiming to be the envoy of the Marshal of the 'Evil Eye'! ”

Jonny's eyes twinkled with a different look, as if he was in the biggest awards ceremony. He took a deep breath, his murderous aura slowly subsided, and he said to himself: "When the Lord closes a window for you, he will also open a door for you. This statement turned out to be true. ”

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After an afternoon of smoky fire, Qingyi finally mastered the basics of egg fried rice, and at the same time took home several large boxes of handmade fried rice at the cost of forty dollars. The reason why Hei Fengrui insisted on letting Qingyi give money was because this kind of practice must not be placed on the guests' tables, otherwise the signboard of Moxianglou would be destroyed.

After returning home, he opened the lid of the box and smelled it, Qingyi comforted himself: "It's just a little burnt." Then put the fried rice in the refrigerator. These black unidentified substances are the three meals of the weekend, and just thinking about it makes people "happy" physically and mentally.

There is only one big event on the forum. The Empire of Dusk, whose status as a sovereign state has been recognized, has opened embassies in various countries with an astonishing pace, and it seems to have been prepared for a long time. The embassy is an incomplete safe zone for adventurers to carry out missions or shelter for the natives. There are only a few necromantic or semi-necromantic creatures on the embassy staff, and the rest are blood elves (they are said to have all the nationality of the Twilight Empire), and judging from various signs, including the "growth of the World Tree", the Twilight Empire and the Lili Villa are allies. In this regard, the elves' reaction was very fierce, and the elven ambassadors stationed in various countries came forward to accuse the Twilight Empire, hoping that the other party could recognize the situation clearly as soon as possible and make a rational decision.

Negotiator, where the hell are you? After reading the news, Qingyi wanted more and more to get a subordinate who was good at negotiation. A country that understands espionage operations or diplomatic offensives alone is a country with imperfect functions, and all kinds of resources, science and technology, energy, and economic exchanges between various countries require negotiators to strive for every advantage. If you do the math, the Sunset Shadow Altar will soon be able to activate the recruitment function again, so I wonder if I can get my wish?

Online.

In the mansion where the ceiling creaks, several allies chat with Styx and Perles. At this time, Qingyi walked down the stairs with a smile: "Good evening, everyone!" How's the progress? ”

"Not bad, probably tomorrow the king will be notified." Pelce Road.

Today, when Qingyi was not online, the members of the Dusk Sect worked together to convert the house into an embassy. The reason why the embassy was established was because Qingyi wanted to borrow a knife to kill people. After contacting the official Astant, the Knights of Iron Hoof or "Paranoia" will be the first to come and "happen" to clash with the Dark Church; At the same time, Qingyi took the Dusk Sect and other allies to pretend to be invincible and flew away. Of course, this plan is only clear to Qingyi, Perce, and Diesel, and it is inconvenient to disclose it to others.

Pers got up and pulled Qingyi into the corner, with a little hope on his face: "You said it was dangerous before...... Is it dangerous that Jonny and Oliver Quinn are together? Then worry no more, as Oliver issued a statement on behalf of his teacher (aka Lancelot the Graceful) respecting the sovereign status of the Dusk Empire and renounced his cooperation with the Knights of Iron Hoof. Jonny lost official support again. ”

"Oh, the danger index has skyrocketed. You think Jonny has lost support, but I think he's lost his restraints. If he were to be associated with that clearly radical 'evil eye', we would be in a very dangerous position. So, we still have to leave. I understand your feelings, it's just a loss, we'll get it back. I'm looking for Diesel now, and there's no way he's going to go wrong. ”

Qingyi pushed open the door and walked away.

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Bigbowo is the most powerful country on the continent, and its land area is huge, encompassing the western part of the continent, the size of Saramonroe plus Olquila and Seruviga, from which the Stavia Mountains and the Sapphire River began. Regardless of military, economic, science and technology, people's livelihood...... Bigbower is second to none on the mainland, and even the general meetings of several professional trade unions are located within its borders. In addition, Bigbower also has a long history, as early as 500 years ago, it was the only empire on the mainland, and countless romantic figures have emerged. It wasn't until now that there was one more Twilight Empire that it took off the title of "Unique", but everyone knew that it was three or four times stronger than the Twilight Empire. Even if it suffers from funeral mold, it has lost only one-fifth of its national strength.

Bigbower was so strong, and its emperor was naturally very strong. A few days after he ascended the throne, he held up oranges at a banquet and said astonishingly: "For this reason, Olquila should also be included in my territory!" So Orquilla went on a three-day military exercise on the border, which made the people of Astant so energetic that they almost didn't go to war. The power of Emperor Begbowo's words can be seen.

However, at this moment, this emperor, who would tremble when he went out to the mainland, stammered at a piece of stationery, like a defeated rooster. A few words were crooked on the letterhead, probably written by a trained puppy with a pen in his mouth.

"Neighbor:"

"I'm going to send troops against the Twilight Empire, you know. Good luck to me! ”

"You're sincere, Gareth"

The original text at the checkout office was "your neighbor", but the writer may have felt that it was inappropriate, so he crossed it out (the letter paper was scratched through) and added "sincerely" very insincerely. Seeing this, the emperor shouted: "I don't understand! You can fight it, why write it to me?! Since you wrote it to me, tell me how many troops you put in? Tell me how you're going to explain it to Saramonroe?! Tell me what you want to do and you'll die of diarrhea, won't you? Diarrhea to death, bastard! ”

He scolded so much that he almost burned the letter on the candle, but when he was two centimeters away from the candle, he held back, and summoned the minister in. He didn't bother to guess what the other party meant, so it was better to let his subordinates suffer.

However, this time the Twilight Empire is in trouble.

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Astant, an ordinary city, an ordinary stuccomaker's house.

"We've done what you said, and we've done it all. Please give instructions on what to do. Writing the line in code, the stucco strapped the letter to the ominously-colored black raven's foot, and then released it with trembling hands. After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just sent off a tax officer.

In fact, the painter is just hiding his real identity as a secret stake set up by Sara Monroe in Astant, and in layman's terms, he is a spy who has a one-line liaison with his boss. Since the death of his boss, he has been well hidden for the past five years, and has not done any work other than painting. He thought he would be like this for the rest of his life. What made his life change suddenly was the immediate boss who came back from the dead, the all-knowing Oskol.

Oskol, the director of the Saramonro Central Intelligence Agency, has all the information of more than 200 hidden stakes (the exact number is only known to Oskol himself), and is known as the most well-informed person on the mainland. Recently, "Scott Thornmas is not as good as Lancelot the Graceful" was his brainchild, and the rumor spread quite quickly with the help of the people's panic about the undead creatures. Yes, the king of Astante is not stupid, but the "evil eye" does not see it that way. Could it be that Oscol wants to cause civil unrest in Astend?! This continent has just experienced the scourge of necromancy, can't it be calm for a while?

The plasterer looked out the window worriedly. Tonight, the sky is dark red.

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(Once again, the plot is out of my control, bastard, why just won't Jonny live in peace?) Why defeated Bald Eagle, the Twilight Empire or stormy? I had to reframe the story. And because I don't have a plot to think about.,I don't know what to write in the next chapter every time I write a chapter.,So I can't change it twice)

(The second watch promised this week will be postponed to next week again, please forgive me)

(Although not many people will believe it, but I can't hand in the manuscript, and the pressure is great)