The implication is clear.

'Is there anything else to say?' If you have nothing to say, just die!'—that's probably what happened.

Although this sound a little aggressive, to the old man's ears, he felt that there was still something to talk about.

"Your Excellency, there is something I don't understand...... old man smiled stiffly, but against the wrinkled background, he didn't feel kind.

"How did you know we were here?" the old man rubbed his thumb against the shaft of the staff, and when he heard this question, the eyelids of the cultists who followed him jumped, and their hearts suddenly became worried.

"It stands to reason that we've been hiding all the way and have avoided everyone's sight as much as possible, so it should be foolproof......"

The old man suddenly gasped and asked with some confusion, "Why are you here waiting for us......?"

The members of the Plague Church who were following the old man listened to the old man's words, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and looked nervously at the black dragon opposite.

Now they can only pray that the black dragon will not 'identify' themselves, because they all know that this 'messenger' is ruthless, even if there is no evidence, as long as the black dragon 'identifies' someone, then the next moment, the messenger will immediately 'clear the portal'.

However, as the old man guessed, this matter is indeed still 'discussed'.

“...... Calculations, guidance, and a little bit of luck!"

After a moment of silence, Cervantes said in a cold voice: "All your actions have actually been calculated by us, do you really think that the current Principality of Sorrowful Wind really can't find those undercover agents you buried? Long before you acted, we had already discovered the identities of those people, and those 'fake news' were specially passed on to you by us!"

"Otherwise, do you really think that the news will get out?"

Looking at the calm expression on the black dragon's face, the old man fell silent.

It seems that the Principality of Sorrow is even more powerful than he imagined, and if you want to find those chess pieces they have buried, in addition to the intelligence system being very prominent, you also need to have a strong 'control'.

If orders are not executed perfectly in other realms, then no matter how good the intelligence system is, it will not help.

Although they had long heard that the head maid had completed the unification of the country and faintly created a new political system, they did not expect that this was not just what it seemed on the surface, in fact, the head maid had really taken control of the entire country.

It wasn't just the nobles who submitted to the chief maid, but they 'sacrificed' their territory.

This made it a little difficult for the old man to imagine, what kind of person can accomplish such a 'great cause' in this environment?

People had long been accustomed to each nobleman being the 'master' of his own domain, and the king was only the leader of all the nobles, but now the chief maid had truly become the master of a country.

It's horrible!

After the old man cleared all this, he felt a shock spread in his heart.

Whatever he was, even if he was now an enemy of the Duchy of Sorrow, he felt that he had to show his respect to the head maid.

This is really unbelievable, the magnificent feats that countless overlords and virtuous kings throughout the ages have not been able to accomplish, and they have to be completed by a woman, which has to be admired.

"Of course, there is also credit to your people. ”

Just as the old man was vigilant and thinking about retreat countermeasures, the black dragon spoke again.

The corners of Cervantes' mouth curled slightly, "If it weren't for the fact that those chess pieces passed on false news to you, misled your judgment, and made your route and the general direction of your entry into the principality in our calculations, then I would not have been able to guard you here." ”

"In addition, there are a few people who also contribute to it!"

He raised his hand and pointed behind the old man, and said with a smile: "Who is the person who hastily decided the route without verifying the fake news? I think we need to thank him." ”

"Oh......" the old man suddenly realized, "I see, I see......"

“...... No, Emissary!"

Behind the old man, the middle-aged man he called 'Celtic' fell to his knees with a pop.

"I've confirmed it before, it's not fake news! It's not ......"

Celt was pleading, but saw the old man slowly turn his head sideways.

His eyes widened, his mouth wide open, and his pleading voice was groomed in his throat as the other popes who were still standing beside him left his side.

"Poor boy......"

The old man shook his head with compassion in his eyes, "It's not your fault, it's me, why do you apologize?" Stand up, I can give you another chance......

Celtic's body shook, his lips trembled, and he held the ground with both hands, allowing his already weak legs to support his body, and slowly stood up.

Cervantes looked at them with interest, and the smile on his lips never faded.

Celt had his head down, his eyes staring blankly at the ground, because he knew what he was up against.

The old man smiled and clenched the staff in his hand, turned his back to Celtic and sighed, "Let's leave all judgment to His Majesty!"

"If you can persevere under the judgment of the crown, then you are not guilty, if not......" the old man sighed, "then it means that you are guilty." ”

Cervantes saw the old man with a long staff in his hand, but nothing happened.

After thinking about it, he suddenly realized that he looked at the middle-aged man standing alone behind the old man.

"Uh......"

Celtic's body began to tremble, and he suddenly grabbed his neck, as if he had suddenly suffered great pain, and his eyes bulged outward.

A burning sensation suddenly appeared in his throat, constantly stimulating his nerves and brain.

"No, No, No, No......"

Celt screamed with the last of his strength, but it was as if something was grabbing his throat - not his hands, but something else!

The rotten aura suddenly diffused from his body, several stinks were discharged from behind him, and the gray-green disgusting aura suddenly enveloped Celtic's entire body.

"Wow!" the black dragon grinned, his eyes full of disgust.

Celtic's throat began to rot, and from this moment on, he could no longer make any sound.

The decay of the body began to spread, starting in the throat, the skin and hair from the neck down suddenly became dry and dry, the muscles began to atrophy, and the great pain hit like a tidal wave.

Even though my body had begun to decay, I could still feel the pain.

First of all, the surface of the body, and then the internal organs, if you dissect the body of this originally strong middle-aged man, you will find that all his organs have shrunk into something like a fruit, and the shell is empty, and there is nothing.

The body below the neck became clumsy, but the head remained the same, allowing Celt to keep his mind clear while feeling great pain.

This is punishment! This is divine punishment!

Two lines of blood and tears flowed down Celtic's face, and it was already dark before his eyes, and he could not see anything, but his ears could still hear the old man's soft sigh: "Poor child......"

The old man turned his head and shook his head with a sad face: "What a pity...... Celtic, the kid, didn't survive the test of the crown. ”

Cervantes scratched at his hair in some distress.

"Wow! the ...... Actually, I lied to you just now, and all the people standing here just now were an illusion of mine. Actually, I didn't know that you would come from here, but I put a lot of phantoms on every path you might pass through, just now I was just trying to delay time, but I didn't expect ......" Cervantes sighed helplessly, "You actually did it......"

The old man's smile froze, and the congregants standing on the side were stunned.

Cervantes shrugged his shoulders and looked aggrieved, "Behind my back is my territory, why can't I put you in it?"

The smile on the old man's face slowly disappeared, and he took a deep breath, "Your Excellency, your joke is too much......

The old man looked at the black dragon in front of him expressionlessly, and looked at the aggrieved expression on his face, and he was angry.

"All legends have their own obsessions, so each of us is 'stubborn', and this stubbornness comes from the heart-"

The old man clenched his staff tightly and laughed angrily.

His face was hideous, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Your Excellency, can you show me your 'heart'?"