The clergy who came and went couldn't help but glance at the man sitting at the desk as they passed by.

The man, with two horns on his head and a tail covered in black scales behind him, didn't look like a lizardman or a dragonman...... It's a dragon, and it's a black dragon.

They didn't know anything but that this man was their 'honored guest', and when he arrived, a notice from above followed.

Cervantes holds a book in his hand, the pages of which are facing the sun, and the black font on the page is clearly visible.

Rubbing the corners of the page with his fingertips, feeling the tenderness brought by the plant fibers, he picked up the black tea at hand and took a sip after turning the page.

The sunlight through the window fell on his side face, which was obviously an evil black dragon, but at this moment it looked extremely holy.

is clearly tall, but there is a strange bookish atmosphere on his body, and I saw that the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, outlining a heart-warming arc, and looking at it can make people unconsciously immerse themselves in it.

At this moment, this man seems to be the spokesperson of 'elegance', and if there is a painter here, he will definitely want to freeze this picture forever.

At this time, a priest walked quickly to Cervantes, bowed slightly, and called softly: "Your Excellency Cervantes......"

"Huh?" Cervantes raised his eyes, "Is there something wrong?"

"The ...... you asked us to check has been found"

Hearing this, the black dragon raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Oh, what is the result?"

"There are indeed many traces of plague church activity in the area of the city-state alliance, but once their stronghold is discovered, they will immediately abandon that stronghold and the remaining believers. ”

The reporter paused, his brow furrowed, "So we can't conduct a rigorous search operation, and we can only know some information from some people who are probably 'strongholds'......"

"That's enough!"

Cervantes took a breath and closed the book in his hand, his elegance dissipating.

The corners of his mouth rose in a large arc, and he stood up with his desk, his eyes following the figure of the man in front of him, his neck slowly raised.

Moving his somewhat stiff neck, Cervantes licked his lips and said with a smile: "Tell me where the Plague Church could be strongholds, your work is done, and the next thing is mine!"

Looking at the man in front of him, looking at the evil smile on his face, the reporter suddenly shuddered.

He couldn't help but feel a little confused as he watched the 'Lord Cervantes' wave his hand with his back to him, and greeted the priests kindly as he passed by.

Which one is the real him?

Or is it ...... Both?

Walking out the back door of the Church of Fortune in Sanchez, Cervantes still had a faint smile on his face, relaxed and comfortable.

It's as if this time it's not about killing and destroying for your own enemies, it's like going on an outing......

Since the legends of the Plague Church have all come to an end in person, why are they embarrassed not to give them a return gift?

Looking at the blue sky and white clouds, facing the sun, Cervantes took a breath of fresh air and displaced the turbidity in his lungs.

"I'm coming...... Black Dragon chuckled and whispered, "Brought you death and destruction!"

The Free City-State Alliance, the chaotic zone beyond the Galol Mountains, is still peaceful today......

The wings behind the black dragon suddenly opened, and then it soared into the sky.

............

Hill picked up a fennel bean and threw it in his mouth, his eyes constantly roaming the table, like a beast guarding his food, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body.

After chewing for a while, I was willing to swallow the beans in my stomach, and my eyes narrowed in satisfaction, and happiness remained in my mouth along with the taste.

Her keen sense of smell made her nose smell the various fragrances mixed together, and her salivary glands began to secrete saliva continuously.

"I didn't expect the food for civil servants to be so good...... "The legendary ranger couldn't help but mutter, "I knew it was so, I would have come to be a civil servant......

The maid sitting across from her shook her head with a smile, "Your Excellency Hill, my temple here is small, and I can't accommodate your big Buddha, if you want to be a civil servant, then what kind of eyes will other countries use to look at us?"

Hill gave the maid a strange look, she didn't understand what she meant, but as long as she could understand it, she didn't need to understand it.

"Serena Maid ......"

Reluctantly glancing at the food on the table a few times, and pursing the corners of his mouth, Hill put down his chopsticks and asked with a heavy face, "Are you really sure that the 'Shadow of Death' is within the rule of the city-state alliance?"

"No, I'm not sure!" the maid shook her head and emphasized, "Just suspicious!"

"As long as there is this possibility, I can't ignore it......" Hill said in a low voice and a gloomy face.

Although she didn't have much of a sense of belonging to the Free City-States, it was where she was born and raised, and even though she hadn't lived there for long, it was where her parents were buried.

Her parents were buried in a city-state cemetery, and she didn't want her parents, who had suffered a lot in the first half of their lives, to be disturbed after they died.

She had experienced and suffered from the plague since she was a child, and although her parents survived the plague, they also lost a lot of possessions.

So much so that the environment and conditions in which she lived since she was a child were always changing, sometimes very good, sometimes very bad.

It was a land of freedom, a land of chaos, a land of lawlessness, and there were no fierce wars on the continent of Mendes, but there was always friction between countries and even territories, and this situation became even more intense after the alliance of free city-states.

Hill has seen wars, seen plagues, and her parents have raised her to learn martial arts from a ranger - maybe the ranger is not the strongest, but he has always been the most survivable.

Unable to provide their children with a mage's education, her parents had to settle for the next best thing, giving her enough power to save her life.

In that chaotic place, even the nobles and wealthy merchants did not necessarily have many peaceful lives, and bandits were all over the city outside the city.

Killing is always the subject there, and the slaughter of villages is not so uncommon, and plagues often breed from these things.

The bandits in the chaotic land harm others and themselves, but they can never finish killing, because there will always be people who are desperate or ambitious.

But even so, Hill still has feelings for that place, because it's her hometown!

"Lord Hill, I've actually asked Seth to investigate. The maid smiled and said, "Maybe it will come soon......"

"But aren't you still unsure?" Hill frowned.

The maid smiled, noncommittal.

Hill clenched his chopsticks and glared at the maid, and the two fell silent.

"Okay, maybe we can leave it aside for now, but I actually have another thing I want to talk to you about this time...... "The maid smiled and diverted the subject.

“...... What's the matter?" Hill let go of his fist, grabbed his chopsticks and tossed a piece of pork belly into his mouth.

The maid licked her lips and said with a smile: "Actually, this time we have a plan that we hope you can participate in, so maybe the success rate of our plan will increase a lot......"

Ciel looked up at her a few times, then lowered his head again, "What plan?"

The maid leaned over and whispered in her ear, "God-killing ......"

Ciel stopped his chopsticks, chewed a few bites, swallowed the food in his mouth, and then sat there quietly, deep in thought.

“...... Do you want me to invite someone else?"

Hearing this, the maid's smile instantly became even brighter. ()

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