I'm here to save the world, what are you doing?

Use blood to activate the beacon and guide the mother goddess to descend - in short, it means calling mom.

Lugo is known as Little Smod of the East.

Although it was not used in the end, the activation of the beacon probably caught the mother's attention.

The life fire was still burning steadily, indicating that Lucius was not seriously injured, but the specific situation was still curious.

Unfortunately, the crystal always becomes ineffective for one or two days after activation, and the mother has no way to contact Lucius directly, so Lao Deng has to come here to explain the situation.

"Oh, brat, come here, you can explain it to your mother yourself."

When Grand Duke Glade saw Lucius, he felt like he had seen a savior, and quickly pulled him in front of the totem.

"Ahaha, good afternoon, Mom~"

Lucius waved at the totem with a playful smile.

...

"Huh~ I finally got away with it. You're still a good kid and didn't complain to your mother."

After emerging from the cellar, Grand Duke Glade collapsed directly onto the sofa, his entire body seemingly drained of all strength.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Based on past experience, Lucius would only come to him when he encountered problems.

"I've been told that Baron Kraft, who manages the canal affairs, is a corrupt man."

"?"

Grand Duke Glade was stunned. "Is the source of this information reliable?"

“Very reliable.”

Lucius nodded. "It's just that I haven't got any evidence yet, so I'm asking you, should we set him up to reveal his true intentions?"

"Why go through so much trouble? Wouldn't it be better to just send people to arrest and confiscate their property?"

Grand Duke Glade slowly lit a cigar, as if discussing a trivial matter.

"...Old Deng, are you serious? You're raiding homes and arresting people without sufficient evidence. Don't you consider the consequences?"

The nobles have their own rules of the game. You can touch the people below you, but you must at least give a reason that can convince others. Such a casual approach will inevitably cause panic among the people.

"Influence?"

Grand Duke Glade sneered, "I don't play games, I make the rules."

"I worked hard to reach the Saint level just for fun. I'll punish anyone who doesn't make me happy. If I say he's a Fallen, then he must be one."

"Even if there's no suitable reason, the people below will come up with one for me."

At his level, people would try to figure out the deeper meaning behind his every word and action, so he didn't need to think about it himself.

There is no need to worry about whether the management of the canal will be affected. There are many talented people. If Kraft doesn't do it, there are plenty of people who will do it!

Alas, the margin of strength.

It's really enviable.

"I'll leave this matter to you, Lucius. It's a good opportunity to practice."

Grand Duke Glade: Child, you will love this feeling.

"Okay, let me see what's going on."

Lucius took on the task, then changed the subject:

"By the way, Lao Deng, who do you think was the person in the entire imperial capital who had the best relationship with me during the year when Splenda held the World Expo?"

"How do I know who it is?"

Grand Duke Glade looked at Lucius as if he were crazy. "If I must say, it should be the little girl from the Brunhild family, right? After all, you go to old man Otto's house every day."

"Why do you ask this question so suddenly?"

"Nothing, just a casual question."

Lucius smiled.

40-Limp

"boom--"

The thick oak door cracked under the heavy blow of the cast iron hammer, and the tranquility of the baron's mansion was broken.

As the Clovis hunters rushed through the gate, screams, cries, and the sound of broken porcelain began to echo in the mansion.

"Don't move!"

"be honest!"

"You still dare to resist? This is no longer an ordinary suspect. We must strike hard!"

Those who were willing to cooperate were dragged to an open area and made to kneel down with their hands behind their heads. Those who were unwilling to cooperate were immediately given dragon fruit and eaten to their heart's content by the imperialist iron fist that was about to leave an afterimage.

"..."

As he stepped through the door, his boots rolled over the broken tiles engraved with the family crest. The chaos in the house made Lucius' eyes twitch slightly.

I'm speechless, my family members. Why do you feel like I'm more like a villain?

"You broke into my house and smashed things for no reason...Shouldn't you give me an explanation, young lord?"

Baron Kraft slowly walked down the stairs, accompanied by the sound of a metal cane tapping on marble.

"Craft Parker Lv.52"

He was very thin, and his limp made him lean forward when he stood. His eye sockets were sunken, and his skin was as pale as wax with a sickly bluish-gray tint.

But the dark green peaked-lapel long coat he wore was extremely well-groomed, and underneath it, he wore a dark red silk shirt and a gold pocket watch chain, retaining the refinement of a gentleman - he seemed to want to emphasize his majesty through his meticulous dress.

Baron Kraft limped to within one meter of Lucius. The guards wanted to step forward to stop him, but Lucius stopped him with a look.

"I don't think a fallen person is qualified to ask me to explain."

Lucius rubbed his thumb on the hilt of the sword at his waist, looking nonchalant.

Kraft's pupils shrank, but he did not lose his composure. Instead, he continued to speak:

"The Fallen? Are you kidding, young lord? Even if you're the future Lord of the East, you can't just lie and arbitrarily accuse a good man who has made great contributions to the East and shed blood for the Grand Duke."

"It's not your turn to teach me how to do things, Kraft. My sources are very reliable."

"In that case, where is the evidence?"

Kraft leaned on his cane and knocked on the floor twice:

"If you just randomly raid our house without any evidence, I'm afraid it will discourage those of us who serve the Grand Duke, right?"

"evidence?"

Lucius smiled slightly and pointed at the hunters who were conducting a thorough search throughout the mansion:

"Isn't this what you're looking for?"

"Haha, what if we don't find it? Shouldn't the young lord apologize to me?"

Kraft sneered, his eyes sarcastic.

As a fallen man, he certainly wouldn't be so foolish as to keep the evidence of his crime in his own home. Lucius's search this time was doomed to be in vain.

"If I don't find it, I will."

Lucius agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll be waiting here."

Kraft straightened his back confidently.

Haha, I'm really looking forward to the expression on Lucius' face at that time. He can make the arrogant young lord feel humiliated. Just thinking about it makes me so excited.

Time passed minute by minute, and Lucius and Kraft sat face to face in silence, both of them acting with ease.

Soon, a hunter came up quickly:

"Master, there's something found in the basement."

"impossible!"

Before Lucius could speak, Kraft denied it sharply, his face filled with shock.

"Instead of yelling here, why don't we go down and take a look together?"

Lucius made an inviting gesture, intending to let Kraft die with a clear conscience.

Arriving at the basement, all I saw were densely packed heretical scriptures inscribed on the walls. In the center of the secret room stood a box, from which thick chaotic evil energy continuously overflowed. It was obvious that this was not a good thing.

Compared to people, objects contaminated with the aura of the Supreme Heaven can be easily detected. As long as they are not at the artifact level, they can basically be detected accurately with just one check.

"The evidence is irrefutable! Kraft, what else do you have to say?"

Kraft: ???

"Young Master, are you determined to arrest me today?"

Kraft twitched his lips.

Damn it, I didn’t even know I had this thing in my house.

If you want to fabricate evidence, at least do it professionally. You didn't even clean up the dust on the wall that fell when you carved the scriptures. And that hunter, did you think I wouldn't see you hiding the awl and hammer behind you?

"What does the irrefutable evidence have to do with whether I'm determined or not?"

Lucius denied it, "But I'm very curious. You have status and position, and you're quite capable. The position of Canal Supervisor is also quite lucrative. What exactly led you astray?"

"Don't mention this damned position! Does the young lord think this is an honor?"

Kraft growled and tapped his crippled left leg hard with his crutch:

"The Parker family has served the Empire in the military for generations, yet here I am reduced to a ridiculous canal supervisor."

"I get up early and stay up late every day, working tirelessly to manage the canal affairs of Weiss in an orderly manner, just to prove to the Grand Duke that my talent is enough to make up for my physical defects and that my limp will not affect my command of the army!"

"But the Grand Duke actually, actually just asked me to manage a few more sections of the river!"

Kraft's eyes were red and he seemed very angry.

Lucius: “…”

That means I value you very much.

But is it because of this reason that you fell into depravity? You are a little crazy.

"Over the years, every damp morning, my left leg would remind me of my disability with a sharp pain."

Kraft suddenly picked up his cane and yanked hard, unsheathing the blade hidden within. However, he swung it towards his left leg.

"Now, I have everything I need."

Dark red blood dripped down the blade. Kraft stood on one leg in a strange posture. New flesh and blood tissue began to grow at his wound.

Bones, muscles, and a leg have begun to take shape, followed by blue-black scales, and the soles of the feet have turned into webbed claws.

Amazingly, this is still a lame one.

"No, no no! How is this possible?"

Baron Kraft raised his lame foot in disbelief, his emotions collapsing in an instant:

"It shouldn't be like this. They clearly told me that I would have a perfect body... Liars! Damn liars!"

"As a fallen being, you should know better than I do how cunning and unpredictable the evil god is."