"Dead"

Matthew's voice went from crazy to hoarse, he stood in front of the town hall, the scene in front of him was the burning city of Ensada, tears gradually blurred his vision At this moment he seemed to have lost his soul, and his staggering steps made his body look shaky. Huo Ranwen w?w?w?.? R?a?n?w?e?n?a'com At the end, he breathed sharply, muttering bits and pieces of words from his mouth

At the veteran knight's side, all of them had fallen into an indescribable silence, and the atmosphere was as quiet and silent as death.

The knights who were followers lost their lords, in a sense, it can be said that they had lost the direction and meaning of their lives, and although the so-called knightly virtues of this year were closer to an old joke that was not funny, in the minds of these true knights, the creed of knighthood had long been deeply imprinted in their souls.

The cool breeze of the night brought a chill, and no one noticed the Ensada of this night, and the towering bell tower never rang the familiar bells of the past.

The old bell-ringer is gone.

The lame old man seemed to have no sense of existence in this bustling city, and in these short and long hours, no one remembered that unremarkable figure.

……

"Dead?"

The pure dark curtain, without the slightest light, seemed to be surrounded by a thick black ink, empty and quiet, and the sound of footsteps echoed on the hard stone floor, echoing for a long time.

"Dead." The voice of the reply was unusually dull, like the movement coming from a dusty clay pot.

"That's bad news."

Another voice sighed, his tone undulating, seemingly unaltered in mood.

"A surprising reaction, Mr. Rosenthal. Hey, I can't even feel the slightest bit of sadness from you. The muffled voice smiled dumbly, and went on as he spoke, and a bronze oil lamp hanging from the mottled wall lit up suddenly, revealing two vague outlines.

"Sadness? Eternal life doesn't need such boring emotions, and I'm just slightly disappointed with the result. ”

"Because of that skeleton? You've always had a special affection for that skeleton, and I can't help but suspect that he's your illegitimate son. The blurred silhouettes began to become clear, and if Gross was present, the two figures would definitely be recognizable at a glance

The man who was extremely burly and tall, dressed in a gorgeous metal armor, was none other than the green knight Hayden Regal, while the other had a clear face, looking like an old man who had gone through the vicissitudes of life and was wise and perceptive, but his eyes were completely different from the agility of a living person, more like two lifeless glass beads embedded in his eye sockets, milky white cloudy glass beads

Dill Undead Lord, one of the members of the Bone Council, and the superior lich Angus Rosenthal.

This is the face he usually uses when he occasionally comes to the human world. Although not too many people can recognize the old man as the infamous "Mr. Rosenthal", Gross is definitely an exception.

It's a basement.

The area and location where it was located was known to almost no one other than the two people present. Angus Rosenthal sat quietly in a wide wooden chair, his palms rubbing against the carved armrests, the piece of furniture that seemed to have had a lot of thoughts, so that the wood from the peeling paint had rubbed unusually smooth

He looked up and glanced at the figure half leaning against his desk

The tall body of the green knight Hayden Regal was facing him sideways, according to human etiquette, this was by no means a polite manner, but at the moment neither of them seemed to care about it in the slightest, and after Hayden said a cold teaser, a strange smile inadvertently swept into his face.

He was waiting for Mr. Rosenthal's reaction when he heard the words.

In the darkness, every second of silence seemed so long.

The lights are lit up.

"Sask is a very promising young man and I thought that if I gave him some time, I would be able to become the top man in Dill in the future. Unfortunately, precious flowers tend to die young, and I have to admit that this result completely broke my initial expectations. And the others, their existence or destruction, are of little significance. ”

"Including the human earl who surrendered?"

Hayden Regar stood up from his desk, and he suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on Angus Rosenthal's face.

"That's right, Diere's revival doesn't need incompetents."

"So, Lord Rosenthal, I have good news and bad news right now"

The green knight Hayden suddenly turned around, he reached into his arms, and for a moment, some heavy things seemed to have fallen from the dim basement, and the dust filled the air, and the lich behind the desk couldn't help but squint his eyes, this was just a subconscious act of restraining his annoyance, but in the next second, Angus Rosenthal was stunned.

The lich stood up with his slender arms propped up on his desk.

"I suddenly remembered that His Excellency Rosenthal didn't seem to like such a bad taste."

Hayden Rhaegal laughed out loud in an unpleasantly hoarse voice

The lich quickly left his desk, and his thin figure came to Hayden Regar like a gust of wind. In the realm of the undead, the identities of the two are similar, but at this moment, Angus Rosenthal seems to have forgotten about these, he squatted down, and after glancing at the things that fell to the ground, his expression suddenly became excited.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rosenthal, the situation was critical, and that's all I could do."

In Rosenthal's hand, he was carefully holding a white miserable skull, the soul fire seemed to have been extinguished, but if you looked closely, you could find some extremely faint light in this dim space, and bright red lines were looming like gossamers. At the feet of the two of them, there was also a corpse, although it had lost all its vitality beyond recognition, but judging from the costumes, it could be found that this was a human nobleman.

"I think these things should be of considerable value to us and to His Excellency Rosenthal."

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The gentle morning light shone on the girl's face through the thin, almost transparent window paper.

The long eyelashes blinked slightly, the girl opened her eyes gently, and the harsh light on the retina almost stimulated her to tears, she tried to rub her eyes, but before she could move, a pair of warm hands had already put on her arms.

However, such warmth made her feel a little strange.