Firena's breathing began to gradually increase, what Shakespeare just said was not unreasonable, after all, in this continent where the strong are respected, as long as the fist is hard enough, he can have enough power to speak and keep himself out of the vortex.

If you can pull out the residents of the dungeon, coupled with the strength of your followers, even in the face of the religious wars that have swept the entire continent, they will be able to live their small lives in peace, and even take this opportunity to expand their influence, so as to take this opportunity to make a fortune in the war.

You must know that the competition for war is financial strength, and the reason why the United States before it crossed the border provoked incidents everywhere was precisely because arms accounted for a large proportion of its trade.

Firena believed that with her own vision, as long as she improved her weapons and equipment a little with the help of the Heroic Spirits, those ambitious lords would inevitably give away the gold coins in their pockets for their victory.

"Enough!" Raising her right hand, Firena glared at Shakespeare coldly, stopped him from continuing, then took a deep breath and said to him with a pale face: "Don't say any more, this matter will not be mentioned in front of me before you reach the level of the sky." ”

Although Shakespeare's pie looks very beautiful, this plan has a fatal flaw, and that is the strength of Felena and her group.

Whether the inhabitants of the dungeon can come out or not is not mentioned for the time being, if Firena has weapons that are far superior to today's science and technology, then they will face endless conquests by the major lords and endless assassinations by the assassins.

"I see, master." Hearing Firena's words, Shakespeare rarely continued to dissuade his master from changing his mind, but after bowing respectfully to her, he silently retreated to the side and closed his eyes to recuperate.

Glancing at Shakespeare coldly, Firena was also a little unsure at the moment, what kind of calculations were in his heart.

As the first heroic spirit she summoned, Firena always felt that Shakespeare's actions at some critical moments always revealed an inexplicable sense of disobedience, as if she was inducing herself to develop in that direction, just like the infighting that stirred into the Church of the Holy Light, this was the second time he deliberately let himself join this vortex in front of him.

"Do you have a personality or do you have ulterior motives? Well, if only Holmes were there, he'd be able to find some clues about Shakespeare. Glancing at Shakespeare not far away, Firena turned the ends of her hair and couldn't help but think to herself.

It wasn't like Firena hadn't thought about investigating Shakespeare, but even if she let Kazema Kotaro follow her, she couldn't find any clues, and Shakespeare didn't do anything else every day except to go out to observe human action, and her behavior was so normal that she felt a little incredible.

Putting Shakespeare's affairs behind her for the time being, Ferena thought that when Holmes was summoned, she would investigate him properly, except that Shakespeare could have a clear conscience, otherwise if she did something, she would definitely leave some clues.

Stretching, Firena jumped out of her seat, looked at the other servants around her, and asked them, "It's not too early, do you have anything else to say?" ”

"Master, tomorrow is the annual Divine Grace Festival of the Otherworld, although it is a festival of the Otherworld, but it is the so-called local customs, do you think we will also do something for this?" Stepping forward slightly, Sanson asked Firena softly.

"Well, since we chose to do it, then we'll try to do it as well as possible." After a little thought, she continued to say to Sanson: "By the way, since tomorrow is the Day of Divine Grace, then call the eldest brother and them over by the way, everyone will be more lively together." ”

"I see, master." Nodding, Sang Song said calmly.

As soon as he heard that there was a holiday tomorrow, Astolfo instantly ran to Firena, then took her hand and said to her excitedly: "That's right, that's right, master, I heard the pedestrians on the road say a few days ago that when the day of Grace comes, not only will all the bad luck of last year be swept away, but there will also be rare miracles in the sky, as long as you see the miracles, the creator god will fulfill one of the other party's wishes." ”

"What kind of hearsay did you come from, it's just a good blessing, if everyone can see miracles and get their wishes granted, then the world will be in chaos." Pushing Afu's excited face away, Firena explained to him helplessly.

"But master...... When Grace Day comes, it is said that last year's bad luck will be swept away, don't you think that is a good time to summon? Although his face was pushed away by his master, Ah Fu still stuck his face and said to Firena with an excited face.

Since the last time Firena summoned the Nine Swords of Loneliness, all the servants knew very well in their hearts that although their master claimed to be European, he was truly engraved with the brand of an African in his bones.

"Hmm!" Being messed up like this by Ah Fu, Firena's heart suddenly felt a pounding feeling, recalling the last summoning, although only a few days had passed, she felt that it seemed to be a very long time ago.

"Master, are you sure you don't want to make a shot?" With lilac eyes and a somewhat hesitant face on his master's face, Astolfo asked her excitedly.

Seeing this, the other servants also showed a look of interest, for their master to summon the heroic spirit, the servants can be said to be tired of looking at it in vain, whether it is the surprise when they succeed, or the expression of their own master when they fail, everyone finds it very interesting.

"You look away from me, I'm a European, how do you need that kind of metaphysics! And don't say it next time, it's a very ambiguous sentence! Pushing Afu's hippie smile aside again, Firena twisted her body and walked towards her room, leaving only a faint voice that echoed in the air:

"When it's almost early in the morning, remember to wake me up!"

It was night, and a group of servants gathered in groups of three or five, waiting for the beginning of the show, and in the center, a dazed Firena, patted her cheek with her hand, waiting for the early morning to come.

"Do you think the Master will be able to summon the Heroic Spirit this time? Lancelot, you know, she worked hard to summon you last time. Leaning against a wall pillar, Dilumudo gently poked Lancelot beside him with his elbow and asked softly.