Invade the white dove

At this moment, the familiar lute sound suddenly sounded amidst the desperate shouts.

It turned out to be a bard?

Julius looked straight at the door.

What is different from the past is that the bard who likes to wear leather clothes is wearing a mithril chain mail today, and his long and curly flaxen hair is neatly combed into a ponytail behind his head, revealing his gray eyes that are rarely opened. Green eyes.

The poet took off the peacock feather cap on his head, gave a nondescript knightly salute to Julius, then rubbed the back of his hand on his hooked nose, and said with a smile: "The last purebred male lion It is a beautiful poem."

Although Julis thought that his conversation with the skull had passed for a long time, it seemed that the time was still stuck at the moment when he stabbed Kyle to death, and the bard did not see the scene of him cutting the skull with his sword.

This may be for the best.

"Your Majesty... is already dead, and Lion Castle has no resistance anymore. Aren't you going to run for your life?" Even in such successive chaos, he still maintained the politeness that a nobleman should have.

In the city of Stanley, Julius has known this bard for the longest time, but for some reason, he has become more and more confused about what is going on in the mind of this prodigal son who is immersed in music and women all the time .

"Of course not, my friend. Only a fool would think that he can escape the pursuit of the undead." The bard smiled and plucked the strings twice, accompanied by cheerful music, his right hand on his chest He picked it up at will.

Julius looked at him warily.

"Don't worry. Although I am a Garman, I have no interest in whether the throne belongs to Kyle or not. So I don't care who killed King Kyle. After all, what the poet likes is only the ups and downs of the plot Yeah." The poet smiled and stretched out his clenched fist in front of Julis, "Guess what it is, and if you guess right, I can give it back to you."

Julis took two steps back, pulled out the sword of the contract half the width of a finger, and looked sideways at the bard.

The bard sighed helplessly, and slowly spread his five fingers.

A ring pendant made of jade suddenly appeared in his palm.

"Oh..." Julis swallowed the word "God" into his mouth. At this moment, he no longer knew what kind of existence the nihilistic idol he once believed in was.

"Australia." The bard answered, whispering a spell, and a gentle and holy white light immediately lit up from the center of the pendant.

At this moment, the rancid smell hit, and the undead soldiers who penetrated everywhere had already searched the fifth floor of the palace!

Julius immediately drew the sword of the contract, trying to force the undead back, but the bard stood in front of him.

The ring pendant exuding soft holy light was held in the air by the bard, and as he hummed in a low voice, the endless undead soldiers disappeared silently into the light when they rushed one meter in front of him.

The bard dragged Julis freely through the undead tide.Wherever the pendant passed, all rotten, depraved, and deathly auras were purified.

"Don't look at me like that. Since you are a believer, of course you should know that you need to use holy light to deal with undead."

"who are you?"

Now, I am afraid that even the dullest outsider can guess the identity of the bard is not easy.

But the suspicious person who was questioned just shrugged indifferently: "I am a musician who likes to collect music everywhere in the black pool continent."

"But..." The bard took Julis out of the main hall, walked to the queen's bedroom in the side hall, and continued to chat slowly, "However, I really didn't expect you to be so dull. Look at me hair color, and eye color, can't you remember anything?"

As if to make Julius see more clearly, the bard leaned against the huge portrait in the corridor, which happened to depict the bravery of Duke Duke in his youth, wearing fine steel armor and wielding a long sword to fight the enemy bravely. attitude.

Ulis held his breath in disbelief.

"Well, it seems that my father and I still look very similar." The bard plucked a few times on the strings in satisfaction, "but no one can recognize me except the duchess, so I still Thought my prostitute mother was lying to me."

"Duke's illegitimate son." The bard continued, "Yes, I am indeed a descendant of the Mulder family in terms of blood. Men, they can't control the animals in the lower body... But you don't have to worry, I Although the blood of lunatics is flowing, it will not become as crazy as them. I heard that only the descendants of purebred Mulder will be crazy."

"And I..." the bard smiled sarcastically, "I'm a bastard. I believe in the God of God, as you can see, Julius Kleis."

Julius nodded awkwardly.

"Hey, don't show such an expression of a dead father. I believe you have known about the Holy Court's plan for a long time. Don't worry, the throne belongs to you, and I will not compete with you." As he spoke, he pressed his big hand on Julius' shoulder.

"Another lurker in the Holy Court, are you?"

Ulis turned sideways skillfully, avoiding this pretended intimacy.

"In other words, I am an artist, and I write information into poems that everyone recites, only the Holy Court can understand."

"The connector is not dead. You have been watching indifferently at the Red Brick Tavern," Ulis said.

The bard shrugged: "Grey Crow has been instigated. If I am exposed, then the whole plan will be over. You also know that the most important thing to be a lurker is a flexible mind. Although the arrangement of the Holy Court is safe, but It takes too long, and you don't want to face your enemy day and night for several years, do you?"

Julius did not answer.

In the Red Brick Tavern, he could have walked away, but he was blinded by hatred, eager to prove to himself that he was not a deserter, and it was his choice to stay.

Perhaps it was all his own choice to get to this point.

"Let's see what happens to another Mudd?" The bard's big hand finally rested on Julis' shoulder.

The two stood in front of the half-closed door of the Queen's bedroom. The bard turned his head and looked at Yulis who was standing beside him like a wandering spirit. "Do you want to see? Our victory."

Looking at the dirty blood stains on the carpet, and the messy clothes that could barely be seen through the half-closed door, Julis could already guess what happened here.

He shook his head, and was about to turn around to leave when a weak, fleeting cry immediately stopped him.

Esper? !

He rushed into the queen's bedroom without hesitation, his eyes first glanced at the crib next to the queen's bed, no; After anxiously searching the corpse, there was still no trace of the little life.

"Esper!"

Julius called in a low voice, but the short cry just now was like an auditory hallucination. No matter how much he yelled at this moment, he couldn't hear any more movement.

"Esper?"

Julius tirelessly checked every corner of the bedroom, wardrobe, bed cabinet, floor...

"Come on, Julius, when the soldiers rushed into the palace and saw the baby in the queen's arms, they would definitely kill her regardless of 21. They can't let any descendant of Mulder go..."

"Shut up." Julis shouted in a low voice, staring closely at the bard, lying on the ground, pushing aside the stacked corpses, and groping under the queen's bed little by little.

"Esper, I'm Julis, your... Papa." Julis said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here, I will protect you..."

"She has no blood relationship with you. This baby is just a tool used by Kyle to hold you hostage. Why are you..."

The bard was chattering on and on like he was watching a show, but Julius ignored him completely and just groped under the bed.

But the only response to him was the notes played casually by the bard, and the endless howls outside the window.

Julis seemed to be suddenly overwhelmed by anger, and hammered hard on the floor.

The hollow sound of "Boom" also made Julis' heart jump "Boom".

Under the fist, at the junction of the two boards, he saw a gap less than half a finger wide, and in that dark gap, a pair of eyes full of fear were staring at him.

Julius immediately recognized this servant who had been oppressed by him but had no complaints when he became the "Duke of Utur"——Ivan.

If he took Esper out now, it would definitely expose Ivan. The soldiers of the Six Great Nations had never shown mercy to everyone in Stanislav. He couldn't take the risk that Ivan would be implicated and executed by him.

Calm prevailed in an instant.

A way must be found to save both innocent lives.

Shaking his head slightly at Ivan, he backed out from under the bed without saying a word.

The bard was covering Queen Mia's body with a bed sheet, and when he saw Julius, he looked at him with an expression of "I said I hadn't".

Julius looked away: "I'm leaving."

"Where to go?"

"The mission of the Holy Court has been completed." Ulis said, "I don't need to stay in Stanislav. Sotiria, he is waiting for me."

The bard was stunned at first, and then his eyes flashed with almost crazy joy. He jumped in front of Julis a few steps, plucked the strings, and asked in a trembling voice: "You mean... you are willing to give up the unification of Black Marsh?" The glory of the mainland?"

"This is not an honor worth showing off." Julis stared at the bard's distorted and horrific face, "I am not qualified to shoulder this responsibility now."

After a pause, he added: "To be precise, no one is qualified."

Does the bard care about the subtext of Julius' words?After a while, he pulled down the twitching corners of his mouth, knocked on the body of the piano with his knuckles, and let out a long sigh: "This is indeed a responsibility, to let the people of the Black Marsh Continent recover from the shadow of Kyle's oppression." , It takes a lot of energy. If you don’t want to take it, the Holy Court will of course respect your wishes. But...even if you want to leave, don’t be so anxious. At least leave tomorrow, and you won’t want to miss Ao Shen The light shines on this historic moment in Stanley."