Master Lich's Knight Steward

The little star flickered, but the Lich didn't agree with it, and stomped on it fiercely.

A certain person suddenly realized his mistake and said, "My dear young master, just speak up when you are tired."

Ludwig changed a method of getting along that allowed the two of them to have the largest overlapping area, the smallest relative distance, and the most space-saving spell control—he hugged his slender young master horizontally.

"Honestly, magic is beautiful."

It's really beautiful. I don't think there will be a thief or spy in the world—at least on the land of Demeyer—who is so happy to molest his companions freely.

After the lich decided to scare the bastard into a panic in the future, he would solidify a permanent state maintenance spell on him!And throw him into those erinia breeding piles with dozens of squishy, ​​squishy tentacles!

The lich, whose anger was beyond the charts, hadn't finished thinking about the punishment method when his attention was attracted by the Duke's mysterious male companion.

The Duke, who obviously lacked common sense of advanced spells, thought that his secret room under the abandoned villa was safe enough, so he signaled his companions to withdraw the last bit of defense with his eyes and gestures.

The mysterious man put down his hood, and his silver hair like moonlight poured down.Shown in front of the three men present is the translucent feather coat woven with silk spun by moon silkworms. The elegant feathers move automatically without wind in the dim light, just like the long-lost wings of the owner of the feather coat.

"Wow, Fallen Winged Man, alive!" Shielded by advanced spells, the Lich praised without any scruples, and used the whistle he learned from Ludwig for the first time in the right place.

The blue-eyed knight found helplessly that he could no longer feel lost in the lich's scorching eyes, because if one day his master looked at him so enthusiastically, it must be that some part of his body had mutated into an advanced magic material.

"Do you want to catch it?"

"It seems that the pedigree is well maintained...the birds raised in the temple are better not to touch these few years." But if one day you want to go back to the bottomless abyss, you must pack it and take it away for research──The Lich is determined with red eyes explain.

Ludwig saw that the winged man took out the token of light as if showing off, and decided to listen to his master's advice and stand aside.Although he wanted to directly chop these hypocrites under the command of the God of Light, his beloved sword is still lying under the dark and fertile magic soil of Cross Mountain Villa, as a negative energy fertilizer for batch after batch of black witchcraft yams .

Yiren, who didn't know that he was coveted by the Lich, was also the chairman of the highest-ranking elders group to which the Central Temple belonged. Osborne, Duke of Ringhilde.

"The great and tolerant God will forgive your sins." He put his hand on the Grand Duke's deliberately bowed head, as if his fingers could bring some miracles.

"Until then, sinner, you offer your allegiance."

From the perspective of the lich and the butler, the middle-aged Duke Osborne could be seen twisting the corners of his mouth in disdain, so the two laughed at the clumsy performance of the winged man.

"Honestly, it would have been much better if his wings were still there."

"If he really had that accessory on his back, he wouldn't be the one who came to have a secret meeting with my guilty poor old father." The mage's tongue is very flexible, which ensures that they can turn around at any time The circle swears.

While the two voyeurs were laughing and distracted, the drama of the moonlit private meeting had already been staged to the part that the Grand Duke was in charge of, showing his loyalty.

This made the two of them look at this rugged and straightforward soldier with a new look.

Although none of them felt that the Grand Duke Osborne himself, who was able to change from an important minister of the old kingdom to a hero of the new empire, could maintain a stable position as the head of the three major nobles in the empire when the emperor wantonly weakened the real power of the nobles, would be a real fool , but I still didn't expect that iron-faced face to be flattering to this extent.

"You know, my Willinghildr family has always followed the glory of the great Angola Linstarui, and the sword of faith in my heart will never fade away. I have been loyal to the sacred Rockefeller family since I was a child, and followed the son of the gods on the Eastern Expedition Western War..."

Speaking of this, the grand duke who lived his life as a soldier seemed to be a little choked up: "But I didn't expect that the upright and upright son had died in the hands of villains, and Anthony, a lowly man who worshiped evil desires, usurped the victory of the temple. Although I For the sake of the stability of the Demeyer people, I have to temporarily surrender to that humble family, but my heart always belongs to the just and great God of Light!"

Listen, what a moving rhetoric, although the rhetoric is not luxurious and fluent, but after all, the speaker is a warrior, isn't he?Although Yiren despised his rhetoric, it was very useful because he got the point.

To whom should the glory of defeating the demonic invasion belong?Belonging to the Holy Family Rockefeller?Belongs to the Temple of Light!

In a few words, Grand Duke Osborne threw the extinct family out of the circle of profit distribution.

The crime of destroying the gods was assigned to the false emperor Anthony.Balter bears, and the fruits of victory are enjoyed by the temple.How in line with the interests of the temple...

The Lich analyzed calmly, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of his mouth.

He didn't see much of this kind of redistribution of rights. The lords of the abyss were too lazy to talk nonsense after they won, but it didn't mean he couldn't understand what these hypocritical guys were going to do.

With the help of Anthony, the temple murdered Rockefeller, a family of gods who could be evenly matched with them, and now it is time to cleanse themselves. After several power cleansing and switching, who will remember the original crime?

By smelting the knife, the former knife holder can maintain his innocence in the history books.

The wise onlookers watched the show with cold eyes, while the former son of God's family who was unfortunately used as cannon fodder in the first stage of the plan gritted his teeth: "Fucking shit! I can't afford soldiers like you when I fight here and there! "

Ludwig was so angry that he cursed loudly, so he rushed out and hacked the double-dealer alive.

"Oh, you said foul language." Because someone was so excited that his subordinates lost weight, the strangled lich struggled and jumped to the ground, shaking his head flatly.

With such a straightforward and impetuous temperament, no wonder he was the first to be killed at the beginning of the struggle for power.

To be honest, the Lich suspected that the nanny Ludwig kept recalling had no good intentions. That's why the education of the last heir of the Holy Family didn't leave even a bone in the political struggle.

Although Ludwig also honed a lot of thoughts in the war, his own moral principles limited him—this man, even if he talked about conspiracy and tricks, he never really understood the insatiable desire of the human heart.

But Lich doesn't plan to re-educate, he can use it with a simple mind... If it wasn't for this kind of pure personality, and just relying on that incomplete soul contract, he wouldn't dare to put this man by his side at ease.

The man who didn't know that he had been designated as "simple" by default was still burning with anger. He was engrossed in watching the representatives of theocracy and secular aristocratic interests dividing up power in this gloomy basement.

Now they are talking about how to expose the fragile lies of the Balter family and avoid getting burned as much as possible. Of course, as the accomplices of "ignorance" who pursued the usurpers and deceivers, the temple and the noble class must make some sacrifices.

What they are currently discussing is which political enemies can be eliminated by taking advantage of this opportunity, and which ones have to cooperate to obtain greater benefits.

It's just that the two fanatics who "cleaned the shadows under the light by God's will" didn't know that they could only be regarded as the oriole standing behind the praying mantis eating cicada meat, not standing outside the orchard A hunter who assembles a bow.

"It seems that the bird priest's status is not low. I don't know if His Excellency the Grand Duke Osborne knows that the two of them are also brothers-in-law?"

The Lich took out an engram that had just been cleared from the garbage dump from his pocket, and recorded the entire "meeting".The free hand was not idle, and he performed a blood test on Yiren.

It seems that it is not a coincidence that the Duchess ran into the silver-haired bard during a costume night outing...

One link after another, it turns out that reality is better than fiction.

"Maybe Angola sent such an envoy just because they knew they were brothers?"

Ludwig, who had completely lost the last bit of justice in his heart, no longer had a good impression of the Creator of Light, and his tone became vicious.

To be honest, when he recognized his illegitimate son Lawrence two months ago, that arrogant and arrogant man was now slavishly flattering the birdman who made him wear a cuckold, he felt both ridiculous and sad.

"Even if these two half-assed guys know it well, it's impossible to expose it."

Anyway, no matter wives or sons, they are just their political bargaining chips.Even if there was no Mrs. Marianne, the second young master of the new son might have become the bond of their power alliance long ago.

"Would you like to see the faces of these two people when they had to face that matter?" Seeing that the two had almost finished discussing and began to draft a secret agreement, the Lich suddenly turned his head and looked at him who was gradually leaving The steward who believed in the God of Light had a sly mischievous gleam in his eyes.

As a master, he is obliged to improve the mental state of his servants.

"How?" Ludwig's eyes lit up.

"Just look, they are about to sign a contract, bound by blood, faith and magic, quite ancient and powerful oath."

The Lich squinted, fascinated by the black parchment that Yiren carefully took out from his arms.