"Mr. Ansel...... Brother, how is he......" In the watch world, Tai Xuanyi is talking to someone. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The information terminal held by this kind of ordinary person also has an incomparable advantage over the transmission of information with a certain spirit control method for those who consume a lot of power under the law of stable dawn in the surface world.

On the other end of the phone......

Ansel is standing still in the golden sunlight of the Mediterranean. It's the most comfortable season in Europe, and the delicate evergreen leaves are tinged with an emerald warmth.

Kamen Bo is fiddling with a delicate set of cards in his right hand, and in his left hand, he is carrying a delicate and classic communication tool.

"Not optimistic, Your Highness." It was a rare serious moment when he faced the princess, not to mention ...... The king of his own house is still in a very serious situation, and he can hardly afford to be frivolous.

The Fox of Kamene, the Count of the Realm of Deception, Ansel? Feng? Welf is a real gambler. But he is not qualified, let alone joked about the king to whom he is loyal.

This point of pride, he still insists on and stubbornly keeps.

The king's pedestal began to waver, and the scepter seemed to be a little unstable. [Territory] still overflows with those pure evil thoughts......"

"That's ......," said the girl, confused. Isn't it already suppressed with the help of Lord Raphael?! ”

"IMHO...... Princess......"

"That person, though different from the notorious moth, but acquiesced in the decay of the lower echelons of the kingdom of God...... Probably there will be no holiness in the inside. ”

"Ansel?!" As if she had heard something unusual, Euris shouted the name of the masked fox in horror.

"Well...... Don't talk about that, Your Highness. Ansel looked at the scattered tourists on the Gold Coast, sitting on a chaise longue under a parasol and silently picking up a wine that sparkled like a jewel.

This kind of aging can probably only be tasted by the apostles who have the blood of the king in their veins.

The Manzhu Sawa that blooms in the underworld comes from nothingness and will return to nothingness, just like the immortal root elixir that transforms when it encounters the soil, without the origin control of the throne, it has no ability to make liquor at all.

And most of the kings and gods, high above, have never had the leisure to resemble winemaking.

This bottle of [Germani] was already the last bottle given to him by his king, Bacharles.

"I'd love to have another bottle...... Your Majesty......" Ansel smiled bitterly.

In his current state, of course, he could not carry out his beloved interests.

"Or ...... Go find that adult for help......" Tai Xuanyi thought about it for a long time, and finally said the thought that turned in his heart. "Luozun seems to have a good impression of my brother inexplicably......"

"No, it can't be. Your Highness, you know. Except for Her Highness Hattis, she could no longer be bound by anything. As the first throne, there are no dependents under the seat of Lord Jiuchen, she is the king of the lonely high, she seems to be easier to approach than anyone else, but in fact she sits upright in the sky, and there is an insurmountable barrier compared to the mortals. ”

"She's the only one who never shows a flaw in the gambling game. Your Highness, with all due respect, even His Majesty Bachares has a weak point. This...... It's just falling nine dusts...... The empress closest to the Heavenly Venerable, who lives in the underworld, but is never shackled by the fifth underworld, the first throne ......"

There was reverence and fear in the gambler's tone.

As a matter of common sense, an avid and pure gambler should never have such emotions.

"How about sending him to dawn while my brother is still a little conscious?" The girl asked under pressure.

"Your Highness thinks...... Is it realistic? Kamen Fox also asked helplessly, as if it was only when things got tricky that he was able to show a serious look.

"I'll figure it out." The image of the clumsy coordinator in a standard trench coat inexplicably came to the girl's mind.

[There must be a way...... At that time, I didn't find a clue from the ruins left by my father in the red moon, so ...... I'll take it upon myself to blaze another path. 】

The petite shoulders of the pink-haired ponytail girl stood up, as if she had made up her mind.

……

Astral Spirit Instruction Academy, Experimental Building.

The terrifying-looking ghoul is carefully maintaining the evergreen tree in front of the building that connects the entire College Avenue to his usual habits.

Although the sharp qi blade condensed by the spirit is the best tool for pruning branches and leaves, and can even help him save most of the trouble, he is not an elemental power, especially the holder of the water elemental power, and he still has to do it himself.

"Yo! Watering again, Andrean. "It's Louis, and as the assistant principal, he has a mountain of paperwork to be processed during the week, but he still has the right to wander around on the weekends.

Wandering around endlessly has become a habit that has been cultivated over time in the years when the Star Spirit Wizard was not allowed to leave.

The obscure and harsh response of "Uh-huh...... was accompanied by a low and eerie feeling, which made Louis, who valued aristocratic demeanor, frown slightly.

But more than that, it's worry.

"Hasn't the curse been worn off most of it?" The Bloodclan, who looked like a young man, asked.

"In fact, it's never been consumed." Andrean's eerie voice was bitter.

"......," Louis was silent for a long time, "he'll pay the price." ”

An abrupt word came out of his lips.

"Quack ......" was like the slow grinding of old machinery, and the laughter of ghouls rang out.

"Before, people didn't believe it, and they didn't want to believe it. Now, how many people trust us? ”

"They'll know......" Louis said.

"Even if you know, you can't change anything...... After all, I've become what I am now, and so have those students, but I still wholeheartedly support your ideas, old friend.

So...... I hope so......"

Andrean, who had always kept quiet outside the classroom to avoid frightening his students, would have confided so much to Louis in the eyes of others.

But in the serious expressions of the two, there was no trace of daily communication.

It's just that compared to the technique of carving the evil god in the basement of the Star Spirit Wizard at this moment, and Kendenis, who is talking fanatically to a puddle of stitched ugly rotten meat, the two are undoubtedly typical of the orderly camp......

Well, some people are glamorous on the outside, but rotten on the inside. Some kind of innate holiness may be a kind of dirtiness in itself......