"Your Majesty, please forgive me for my offense. The lord held up the crystal so that everyone could see the trembling little dragon soul inside.

There was no way not to be afraid, there were more than two bishops-level priests in this room, and as a fragile ghost, Thutmose felt like he would be melted in the next moment.

"This is a poor little undead who has never hurt anyone, may His Majesty be a little more lenient with him, and we will deal with it ourselves later. ”

John II nodded imperceptibly.

It is true that the Holy Light Church theoretically sanctions everything, but the specific implementation depends on who the other party is.

If an ordinary old peasant said that this was just a poor little undead to forgive him, the paladins would break his leg with an old fist without saying a word, so that he could deeply understand the Light's zero-tolerance attitude towards evil, and then the undead would have to be burned at the stake honestly.

But if you change to a big person, it may not be really so non-negotiable. After all, the church has to live in the world, and sometimes it is inevitable to be realistic.

You must know that even if the Blood Demon Stone is such an evil thing, Stuart has spent thousands of years on it, and I have never seen the Holy Light Church have to classify them as heretics and launch a holy war.

After all, the Lord of Alpine Fort is a well-known young powerhouse in the continent today, and Pompeii and the Holy Light Church are in the honeymoon period, so it is not difficult to meet this small request.

Besides, his statement is also very face-saving, "I'll deal with it myself later" sounds a bit ambiguous, but it's also a promise that can be fooled,

The church just needs to turn a blind eye

"There was an undead dragon in Winterfell that night, and it happened that it was a golden dragon that was about to give birth to a second head, and it happened that the soul in the second head actually turned into a geist and survived, retaining some of what he had seen and heard in life. ”

"I don't think there will ever be a better qualified person to give an account of what was going on. Richard snapped his fingers.

According to the previous agreement, Thutmose should immediately stand up and make a generous statement, bitterly telling him about the huge mental damage caused to him by turning from a powerful dragon to a precarious geist, and implying without a trace that Stuart was behind it.

But Thutmose shivered, buried his head under his wings, and did not respond at all, as if he had not heard anything.

There were a few irrepressible chuckles on the field.

"Three ......"

"I ...... I...... I am Thutmose, and I was a companion to the Earl of Corleone. The poor little ghost flew out like his ass on fire, never dreaming that he would one day make a statement in front of the Pope, "I surrounded the wild dragons with Corleone that day, but the dragon hunting crossbow that was supposed to be in place was not in place, and we both died in battle. ”

"When I woke up again, my body had become undead. Thutmose stumbled a little at first, but gradually began to flow as he spoke, "It is extremely difficult to turn a dragon into an undead, and only the Book of the Dead can complete this process in just a few days. ”

Normally, Beruni was leaning back in his chair relaxedly, but suddenly his waist straightened.

"Also, if you can, please provide me with some humanitarian relief, for I have been ...... at Alpine Fort," Thutmose suddenly sped up.

"Did you hear that, Book of the Dead!" the lord put him back in his pocket, "The dragon and his companions were obviously killed by malicious intent and later Stuart held a funeral for them, which means that the corpses did not end up in the hands of outsiders. ”

"From corpses to undead...... "He squinted at Beruni, who was picking at his nose in the open, "it looks like there's something in your collection that's amazing." ”

Beluni laughed, "Hahaha, Master Paul, you told him that the Book of the Dead was destroyed by the Holy Light Church a long time ago?"

Paul hesitated for a moment, then said, "Richard, the Book of the Dead has been destroyed by the Church, and by oath in the name of the Holy Light, I am pretty sure that what was destroyed is not a fake. ”

"According to the records, it took nearly a ton of holy water to neutralize the diffused necromantic magic at that time, and it is impossible for a fake to have such a powerful power. John II pinched his eyebrows.

"Both are true and both are fake. "The lord looked at everyone with pity in his eyes, like a learned sage, looking at a group of fools who had not studied for two days,

"The size of the Book of the Dead destroyed by the church shouldn't be exaggerated, right?"

Seeing that Paul and John II both nodded, Richard continued, "But the Book of the Dead is a magical equipment made by the Titans for themselves, and it stands to reason that it should be the size of the Titans, and it will be bigger than the city gate!"

Richard gushed about the second-hand knowledge he heard from the Iron Giant: "Maybe you don't know that there is a sub-book of the Book of the Dead, a total of four - written in Elven language, dragon language, lingua franca, and ancient human language. These four secondary volumes also possess a portion of the power of the Book of the Dead, and I am sure that the one that was destroyed before was a secondary volume. That's why I say that it's all true and it's all false."

Because the original was brought to the New World by the Titans. The lord said silently in his heart.

"The one that has been destroyed is indeed written in the lingua franca. Across the long table, John II looked at him in astonishment.

"I happen to have done a little bit of research on ancient history. Richard bowed.

The lord of Alpine Fort thinks that he has always been very humble, but the situation is compelling, and sometimes even if he tries to be humble, he can only humbly pretend to be an X, which is very distressing.

"Your Majesty, I would like you to explain this. John II's voice became serious.

Beruni ignored him and flicked his nails. A black blob accidentally stuck to the face of the envoy next to him, but the man didn't even dare to move.

In fact, almost all the members of the entire Stuart envoy corps sat upright and did not dare to say a word. It's like an invisible blade hanging in the void above your head, and you can be stabbed to death if you move at the slightest moment.

"What a smart young man, it's just a pity, probably...... I'm dying!"

"May I interpret this as a blatant threat?" said Prince Schmidt, frowning.

"Richard, do you know, the young people in our country who want to duel with you are enough to line up from Valys to Vatis. As if he couldn't hear anyone else, he smiled to himself, but there was a chilling fierceness and madness hidden deep in those eyes.

He rested his index finger lightly on the table, and the hard solid wood immediately creaked overwhelmingly.

"No matter how many praying mantis you press under the wheel, you will be crushed to death. The lord smiled proudly and gave a thumbs up, mader than him.