As the Speaker Eddie's words fell, the eyes of the other people in the meeting gathered. Angus Rosenthal didn't dwell on this www.biquge.info he just faintly burst out a name from between his teeth:

"Spike."

"That guy ......" Eddie Gregory seemed hesitant to hear the name - of course he knew that the lich who lived in seclusion in the surface world, because of the "Fog of the Will" incident more than a month ago, the "Broken Sword Knight" Stuart went to Nogo to hunt down, but it didn't achieve his goal, and Stuart was even injured as a result. In addition, he learns from Stuart that Spike now has a strong resistance and deep resentment towards the council.

The Outcast, although Spike has lost contact with the Council of the Dead, his identity determines that the faction he belongs to cannot be changed. So, do you want to try to find that guy?

He didn't seem to know that the council was going on this great experiment - Speaker Eddie pondered for a moment as he analyzed Spike Calvin's character in the past: cold, paranoid, and indifferent to anything. However, Eddie was well aware that the lich was obsessed with alchemy and spells, and although he was a full member of the Council of the Dead, it was difficult for him to be felt at every regular meeting of Graveyard.

He has not submitted a motion, nor has he opposed anyone else's motion. It is only when the specific business has been discussed that he performs his function symbolically—at that time, the nineteen arms raised at the President's table indicate that there are still nineteen members of the Parliament, not eighteen plus a silent stone statue. This lasted until Spike Calvin's conflict with Angus three years ago.

The two men argued, argued, and then left their seats in the halls of parliament to escalate into personal attacks—not unheard of in the minutes of Diere's undead meeting as a result of a disagreement. In Eddie's impression, Spike has always been dissenting to Angus's flesh growth experiments, believing that they fundamentally violate the basic principles of alchemy.

Unfortunately, Angus doesn't talk much, and every time he is questioned by Spike, he usually responds with a disdainful look at an idiot - much to Spike's disdain, who thinks he is knowledgeable, especially for his reserved and dull personality, and the contradictions between the two build up until they explode like a volcano that stores heat.

Angus gained the upper hand in a hasty hand-to-hand fight, and Spike Calvin was furious. According to the Code of Conduct of the Undead and the Public Security Regulations of Cemetery City, Spike is at fault, and Angus is not held responsible, and the verdict becomes the trigger - after the regular meeting, Spike returns directly to his Grey Territory and begins to recruit his undead legionnaires, and Diel's civil war is on the verge of breaking out...... However, the Council of the Dead intervened strongly.

This act of starting a civil war to weaken Deere's overall strength is undoubtedly a bad act. With fifteen votes in favor, one against, and two abstentions, the Council of the Dead then passed the Expulsion Bill for Spike Calvin.

After that, the guy left Necropolis and supposedly went to the surface world.

"But is there a way to find that guy?"

Robert the Lich asked. Although he and Spike are both members of the Undead Council at the heart of Deere's power, their friendship with each other is not very deep. However, he immediately figured out the joints, and when he saw that no one answered for a moment, he suddenly felt a little annoyed at the words that he blurted out without thinking.

But soon, he was relieved, and no one cared about what he had just said. The old guys in the meeting fell into silent thought.

Long. The Crystal Skull lifted its arm and rubbed one of its bony palms against its bare head.

"If that guy is willing to help us, maybe it's not a violation of the Karthus Agreement."

"Of course not."

Eddie nodded. After a little thought, the deceased in this room, who have been through the ages, are a group of beings who are clear-minded and almost cold, and after a little thought, they realize that if they leave the matter of obtaining flesh to Spike, they are completely avoiding the provisions of the Karthus Agreement.

"However, in doing so, Spike is likely to get the attention of the church, which would be a big problem for him alone."

One of the Death Lords, who sympathizes with Spike's plight, says.

"Oh, this is his atonement. If he completes this task, we can accept his return regardless of our previous suspicions. ”

"That's just wishful thinking!"

Stuart, the "Knight of the Broken Sword", who is good at martial arts, is not part of the test team, and has been staying in the Sanctuary of Blood Song since returning from Nogo. As a result, with the exception of Speaker Eddie, the other deceased present did not understand Spike's current attitude towards the council, and they naturally discussed the matter - and finally came to a common understanding: the shortage of raw materials for Reagent 4 could easily be solved by Spike.

"We need to convince that guy."

Angus listened quietly for a while, and then said lightly. He seems unfazed by his conflict with Spike.

But Speaker Eddie can only smile wryly - convince Spike? Easier said than done. Not only is the selection of personnel a big problem, but these high-ranking deceased people in front of them have never been high-EQ and sociable, but how to negotiate is also something that needs to be carefully considered.

Such a candidate?

The old lich, who had lived for thousands of years, was in trouble for a while.

……

Northland, Nogo.

The sun is soft and warm at the end of October. The golden light shining directly from the mountains in the distance shone in the mountain forest, and when I looked up, the sight was full of brilliant halos, and the trees had faded from their luxuriance and lushness in the bleak autumn mood, and the leaves on the branches that still remained were covered with patches of dehydrated yellow. Walking on the thick muddy ground covered with dead leaves, there was a slight rustling sound.

It has been almost two years since the end of the Sixth Etist War.

The rebels still entrenched themselves in the castles of the nobles, and the number of bandits in the wilderness did not decrease significantly. Eventually, the land regained some vitality after the war, and the farmers spontaneously returned to the village and planted some vegetables and grain. The once-devastated and ruined town is slowly becoming alive and well under the toil and nourishment of civilians and traveling merchants—the scars of war, though not yet healed, are healing.

A small, nameless village with more than a dozen families. The humble houses of rammed earth, thatch, and tree branches can only be seen in vague outlines from a distance—the colors of the earth and dead grass almost blend in with their surroundings. In the vicinity of these thatched huts, there is a two-meter-tall wooden waterwheel that squeaks and turns.

Clear streams bubble downstream from the other side of the forest.