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Royal estate.

"It's been almost two days, and this unit was supposed to be in contact at dawn the next day, but they didn't send a message until noon, and they didn't know that it was bad to report to me!"

Thinking of this, Bert complained a little, although he also knew that those officers actually reported luck, so he hid the matter and wanted to wait for a while.

However, after missing the best time, Bert was unable to perceive their whereabouts even if he found the High Priest of the Morning Light Church later, and even according to the High Priest, when she was performing the Great Prophecy Spell, she found that someone was secretly interfering with her casting spells.

This also convinced Bert that the disappearance of his troops was not an accident, but a plot by someone else.

"Is there any reaction from Lucian's side?"

Morey asked with a frown.

Now the biggest object of suspicion is the third prince who caused many incidents, if there is anyone who benefits the most from this matter, then he is the best choice.

"I also sent someone to investigate later, and the pioneer regiment controlled by the third prince has not been dispatched to the station recently, and even the two legendary guards under him have never left the camp."

Bert shook his head and said in annoyance.

"So it's because other forces are joining in!"

Bert didn't want to believe it, but he had to nod his head.

The roof leak happened to rain overnight, which is probably how he feels now.

"And what do you want me to do now?"

Morey sat up slightly straighter, this wicker chair is good for everything, but it is too difficult to lie down.

The manor was Bert's residence before it became king, and he had arranged for Morey to meet here, apparently for a purpose, at least now he was not in front of his king, but his friend Bert.

"I know there's a good chance they're no longer here, but I still hope you can find their relics and, if possible, find the killers behind them and make them pay!"

Morey could hear the hatred in Bert's words, if it weren't for the fact that the situation was unclear now, and Bert was quiet, I am afraid that he would have led his army to the New World.

"No problem, leave it to me!"

It's not the first time I've been to the New World, and there's also the Anaconda Ministry, a native of the New World, to respond, unless the other party uses to cut off all the traces and throw them to the Ectope plane, he will definitely be able to find clues.

The matter of tracking down the disappearance of the troops requires not only the concealment of their whereabouts, but also the strong personal strength of the pursuers, after all, the nearly 1,000 elite soldiers who are fully armed are a force to be reckoned with, and the people who can make them disappear silently are obviously not good at stubble.

Morey set off soon, and over the years he had gained a deeper understanding of spatial teleportation spells, and this teleportation circle that could teleport more than a hundred people to the New World in an instant was his masterpiece.

Teleportation was no problem, and the search was difficult, but with the help of those tracking and trace masters, they found the last traces of this vanishing force in less than 24 hours after arriving in the New World.

Following the trail, they soon found a bottomless cavern in the ground, and when the [Eye of Spell] transmitted the image of the twisted and broken corpse at the bottom of the cavern to the [Manifestation Crystal] above, everyone's heart was very heavy.

Although they had prepared for the worst, everyone was both frightened and saddened to see the mountain of corpses piled up by their compatriots.

This place has penetrated deep into the hinterland of the New World, and the transportation is extremely inconvenient, so it is naturally impossible to move all the corpses back, so after obtaining Bert's consent, they burned the corpse mountain with ashes, and took a little ashes as the last memorial left by these expeditionary soldiers to their relatives.

"My lord, there is a discovery!"

This cave is both the site of the dumping of the body and the site of the crime, and although the other party spent a lot of time cleaning up the traces, there are still traces in some edge stone crevices.

The rest of the matter is simple, whether it is a [Trace Dog] cultivated with secret techniques or a ranger who is proficient in [Trace Tracking], they can follow this thread that has been pulled out to find the real murderer in the end.

Things are developing so smoothly but Morey has an ominous premonition in his heart, the other party can instantly annihilate this elite army of nearly a thousand people, and not let the slightest signal for help be issued, so why is it so sloppy and perfunctory afterwards, they can all ask the big man to interfere with the prophecy of the high priest of the Dawn Church, there is no reason why this can't be done!

If this is what they do on purpose, then what is their purpose?

"Of course our King Bert, who dreams of becoming emperor!"

Lucien was clearly in a good mood, especially when he tasted the bottle of wine from the imperial capital.

Of course, even if he was relegated to the remote and wild New World, the prince's normal living expenses were not reduced, and even his eldest brother enthusiastically raised the standard by one level in order to comfort him, the imperial brother who "expanded the land" for the empire.

Although this bottle of black wine is precious, it has a lot in his cellar.

However, if this bottle of black wine comes from the cellar of the palace, it is naturally different, although his father has soft ears, but if you make achievements, he will not ignore it.

This time Lucian's move can be a good test of the Holy Spear Kingdom, if the Holy Spear is weak, it will naturally gradually encroach, if the other party is tough, then it is not impossible to take a step back, and in the end, it is just to throw out an unfavored prince.

The big tent is now full of his henchmen, and Lucien naturally wants to reveal a hint of information.

Seeing the slightly uneasy mood of his subordinates, Lucian continued:

"Rest assured, our allies may have already done it now!"

......

The royal palace today is unusually quiet.

Animals are much more sensitive than humans, and the uneasy atmosphere in the air and the hint of masked blood make these lovely creatures hold back their wild songs, quiet as a lifeless ball of yarn.

"I didn't think it was you!"

Bert looked at the group of the Bitter Water Church, and there was both shock and a hint of understanding in his words.

"Your Majesty, we meet again!"

The head of the Bitter Water Church didn't feel a little cramped, and he looked like an old friend talking to each other.

It was as if it was not the heads of two loyal guards that he had just plucked with his own hands, but two wild flowers on the side of the road.

"I can understand your ambition to unify the faith of the Holy Spear Kingdom and become the state religion, but now not only the king has the Dawn Church, but the churches in various parts of the kingdom are still lurking in the shadows waiting for an opportunity to move, and you are not afraid to make wedding dresses for others now?"

Bert has never fully believed in the Bitter Water Church, and the other party will definitely look for more rights after growing up, but he didn't expect them to be so radical, and the friction between the two was ten years at the earliest, and he didn't expect that the other party was still in the honeymoon period, and the other party planned to turn his face.

"Hehe, you mortals naturally don't understand what my lord wants!"

Nasnier's undisguised hot eyes made Bert feel bad in his heart.

Is it not faith that they want, but ...... Myself?

The believers of the Bitter Water Church who poured into the palace fell to their knees under the leadership of Nasnir, and then shouted in front of Bert, who was still unclear about the situation:

"Welcome to our lord!!"

In an instant, many words such as "container", "sage", and "rebirth through the backdoor" flashed in Bert's mind, but before he could react, a powerful will suddenly came, squeezing Bert's original will into a dark corner in an instant.

Bert's expression, which was originally surprised, gradually became cold, and Nasnir, who swept this scene with his afterglow, was not worried, but became more and more respectful.

"Alright, don't kneel, get up!"

Bert, or "Lord of the Bitter Waters," said him.

He had already searched for this body many years ago, and everything was going well, but the sudden fluctuation of the target's bloodline caught him a little off guard, and he had to do a few more tricks to really get it done.

Although he has made preparations, his rash arrival will only make his thousand-year plan fall short, so he has been waiting for an opportunity.

This time, it was hard to get rid of the attention of those old guys, and the servants who contacted him came up with such a plan to divert the tiger from the mountain, and then separated a part of the divine soul into this body.

Although it was just a wisp of distraction, he inherited all of Bert's memories, plus the back hand he had laid on this body many years ago, he was naturally comfortable playing the king, not to mention the ministers who rarely saw him on weekdays, and even those close servants who served Bert more closely than the queen did not find out that their king had already changed people.

By the time he found the Morei Banshi who had been pushed out to replace the dead ghosts, he had fully entered the role and did not show any flaws.

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