I'm really not an old sword

"Is this how you speak to your master?"

Artluqi was about to mock him with a sneer.

Then I saw Lin Qingsu snapping his fingers.

Altluqi's body trembled, a look of pain appeared on her face, and her two little hands reached up to her neck. Then, she could no longer bear it and curled up on the sofa with her whole body convulsing, her body shaking like a sieve.

Dozens of seconds passed, or maybe a few minutes.

It was very quiet, with only the extremely suppressed painful gasps of Artluchi. The girl's spasms had become smaller, but she still twitched from time to time as if she was still unsatisfied, and her delicate face was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"sit up."

Altluqi gasped a few more times, her eyes full of hatred.

But she still forced herself to stand up with her arms, leaning on the table and staring at him fiercely.

"The expression is very good."

Lin Qingsu smiled and snapped her fingers again.

Artluqi's expression froze, but when she thought of the unforgettable pain, her expression softened involuntarily.

Arteluqi soon reacted and felt ashamed of her "surrender". Although she was unwilling to admit defeat, she still resisted the urge to continue to look at him coldly when she saw Lin Qingsu put his hand down.

"Did you call me here just to humiliate me?" Altluqi asked angrily.

Lin Qingsu clapped her hands, and one of the beautiful maids walked to the table and opened the brocade box.

Inside was a test tube filled with crimson blood.

"This is my blood, but with some small ingredients added to it."

"It's bad for your body, but the only minor side effect is that you have to drink a tube every month."

"otherwise..."

"It's not a big deal. It's just a little uncomfortable at first, but as time goes by, it will get worse and worse, and in the end..."

Lin Qingsu smiled and said, "Believe me, it's not much worse than the pain you just felt."

If looks could kill, Lin Qingsu would have been killed tens of thousands of times by Altluqi.

But in the end, looking at Lin Qingsu's constant smile, the hatred and anger in Arteluqi's eyes turned into powerlessness and despair. Then she angrily picked up the test tube, pulled out the sieve, and drank it.

The snow-white neck with the collar moved slightly, and the whole bottle of blood was drunk down with a gulp. Artluqi suppressed the desire to have another tube and had a cold face.

"Can I go?"

"Don't worry."

Lin Qingsu waved slowly.

The beautiful maid stepped back and was replaced by another maid who came forward holding a large square box.

"I have something for you to do."

Altruci looked at the big box in her hand.

Although it was well sealed, as a Dead Apostle she was extremely sensitive to blood and could smell the bloody odor coming from inside.

very familiar.

It was not Lin Qingsu's tempting and delicious blood, but a smell that made her familiar and disgusted.

A bit like...

"How can it be?!"

Looking at the human head in the open brocade box, Artluqi screamed in disbelief.

Lying inside was the head of her mortal enemy, the White Winged Duke.

His eyes were wide open, without a trace of life. Artluqi knew that he was dead.

She could confirm that it was the smell of the White-Winged King, and she could also confirm that this was the head of the White-Winged King. Whether it was the appearance, the unpleasant smell, or other details, it was all the same as that annoying guy who had been fighting with her for thousands of years.

But this made Altluqi even more unbelievable.

No one knows better than her how powerful the White Winged Duke is.

Even she, the 'princess', had to wander constantly under the enemy's attacks, and this was despite the fact that the people from the Clock Tower and the Holy Church were keeping a close eye on the White Winged Duke and constantly targeting her. If she really fought a desperate battle within the Dead Apostles without any external forces, she wouldn't have much chance of winning.

And this is the enemy who has been fighting with her for thousands of years.

Now it has turned into a dried human head, lying in a brocade box and being displayed as an exhibit?

After a few minutes, Artluqi recovered from the shock and looked at Lin Qingsu. The previous resentment and anger were gone in her beautiful eyes, replaced by fear.

Yes, fear.

She is not afraid of death.

Lived for thousands of years.

Sometimes she even doesn't know what the meaning of her life is.

But when the head of a mortal enemy who has been against him for thousands of years and whose strength is comparable to his is placed in front of him.

Altluqi finally got scared.

Moving her cherry lips, Artluqi found herself trembling, but she couldn't feel angry at herself for such a shameful performance. Even the words of refusing to admit defeat were stuck in her throat and she didn't have the courage to say them out loud.

"He's the only one among the Dead Apostles who's always arguing with you about the right to speak, right?"

It took Eltluqi ten seconds to nod, and her movement was very slight. She had not yet recovered from the death of her mortal enemy.

"Now that he's dead, how long will it take you to completely control his Dead Apostles?"

Could it be...

Did he kill the White Winged Duke for me?

Such a ridiculous idea popped up in Altluqi's mind and kept expanding.

If it were normal times, Artluci would definitely think that Lin Qingsu killed the White Winged Prince in order to control the Dead Apostles through her, the already 'tamed' Dead Apostle Princess.

However, Arteluqi was now frightened out of her wits. The lack of security in her heart made it easier for her to think that Lin Qingsu did that for her, even though rationally speaking, that was absolutely impossible.

But the effect is also very good.

The trembling body gradually calmed down, and there was a hint of indescribable complex emotions in the look in his eyes when he looked at Lin Qingsu.

"I..."

Altluqi opened her mouth, then shook her head and said, "Maybe a month, maybe even longer. When did you kill him?"

"A few days ago."

"I can try to take control of most of his power within a month, and the rest will take at least half a year."

"What about the Dead Apostles?"

"A few years, but I probably can't do it alone."

Seeing Lin Qingsu frown slightly, Altluqi hurriedly said, "The only one vying with me for the right to speak is Lord White Wing. However, among the True Ancestors, there are some who are neutral, some who have deep hatred for the True Ancestors and make hunting them their life creed, and some who are simply monsters that cannot communicate at all."

"The first type is easy to deal with. As long as their territory is not touched, they generally won't interfere in the internal affairs of the Dead Apostles."

"The second type will be eliminated slowly and patiently after I accept the power of Lord White Wing."

"As for the third group, those beings don't have any power, but their strength is too strong."

After saying that, Arteluqi looked at Lin Qingsu carefully. Seeing his brows gradually relax, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then collect Lord White Wing's inheritance first. When everything is ready, tell me. Then deal with the neutral ones. Don't worry about the third category for now. What I need is for you to completely control the Dead Apostles and use them for my own benefit. Do you understand?"

"I see."

After Artelluqi finished speaking, he found that Lin Qingsu was looking at him with a smile.

Altluchi realized something and opened her mouth.

Surprise, confusion, shame, anger and other emotions appeared in her eyes one by one, and finally she lowered her head in resignation.

"Owner."

Chapter 1: Uruk, the Attack, and Joan of Arc

Mesopotamia, city of Uruk.

The pink-haired girl was walking alone on the street.

Her petite and hot figure, sweet and charming face, rare pink hair, and the intoxicating and seductive fragrance that seems to emanate from her body all the time, attract the attention of passers-by.

Normally, Maeve couldn't say she enjoyed the gazes of these civilians, but she didn't hate them either.

At least this is proof of my charm.

But now, looking at the dilapidated houses around and the crowded civilians emitting the stench of not having taken a bath for a long time, as well as the crowded sweat smell and dirty environment in the streets and alleys.

Especially what just happened.

Maeve was in no good mood at all. She even had to suppress her anger and wanted to whip these lowly people who dared to look at her.

She didn't dare.

One is that this is the king's territory.

One is that her current master would not allow her to do so.

"Master?"

When Maeve thought of the 'king' she was now loyal to, she couldn't help but tighten her thighs slightly as she walked.

Handsome and powerful.

Even the strength of his Knights of the Round Table was enough to look down upon most of the 'heroes' she had ever seen in the past.

Compared with him.

Maeve felt that all the so-called heroes she had seen before, including Cu Chulainn, were fake.

The man's appearance appeared in Maeve's mind, and her worries disappeared a lot. Her steps became lighter, and she soon walked into a room on the second floor of a street hotel.

As soon as she entered the room and saw the figure sitting by the window, Maeve said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty."

The girl's delicate voice carried a hint of lingering grievance.

"got rejected?"

Looking at the man's indifferent look, although Maeve had expected it, she felt frustrated, but then she was filled with a stronger desire to win and conquer.

"Ah."

Maeve walked carefully to Lin Qingsu's side and repeated to her what had just happened in a wronged tone.

"Please punish me, Your Majesty."

Lin Qingsu smelled the intoxicating scent in the vague direction and glanced at Maeve with a half-smile.

"The Fairy Queen Who Controls Dreams"

It has to be said that Maeve is a beauty who can arouse a man's deepest desires. Although her appearance may not be as good as Guinevere and others, she has a very accurate grasp of men's minds and is well aware of her physical advantages. She knows what she should do to arouse a man's interest.

Unfortunately, these are all left over from Merry and Tamamonomae.

He gradually understood Maeve's little thoughts and realized that this was probably the reason why Guinevere didn't like her.

Although he had no interest in her, Lancelot had been able to tolerate her before, and there was no need for him to drive her away when faced with a queen who was more useful than Lancelot.

"As expected."

Lin Qingsu and Maeve just arrived at this singularity yesterday.

When you come, you can bring someone with you.

There is no way to bring in big guys like Tamamonomae and Rungominiad right away.

After thinking it over, Lin Qingsu took Maeve with her.

The main reason is that there is only one "last refuge for mankind" left in Uruk City in this singularity. Bringing other people here can only serve as high-level thugs, but Maeve's special ability allows him to quickly raise an army.