That's the benefit of having privilege. The merchants who crowded in front of the city gate www.biquge.info were dissatisfied, but they did not complain - the procession came through the crowd, and they noticed that there were several young nobles among them.

The collar flowers and cuffs, although dirty and shabby, indicate their status - the exclusive ornamentation of the nobility. In the kingdom's legal code, this is not something that ordinary civilians can wear casually, even if they copy one according to the general appearance, if they are accidentally seen by the officials, they will not be arrested and eaten with a whip, and the crime is "transgression of the system"......

Thinking of this, some of the wealthy merchants showed a look of fascination - in the Elantt Kingdom, as well as some other human kings, there was a strict hierarchical order between nobles and nobles, nobles and commoners. However, since the Sixth Eta War, an unwritten rule has gradually become popular in the Northlands: if you want to become a nobleman, you no longer have to be as troublesome as before, as long as you donate enough Rael to the real power lord above the earl, you can also get the corresponding status and gift documents, and from then on, become a real noble lord, and obtain all the conveniences brought by status.

Of course, this noble status is not hereditary, but it is enough, because everyone is well aware of the difficulty of obtaining a hereditary title of nobility - it must be canonized by His Majesty the King himself, and the territory must be allocated. Except for the vast northern and western frontiers, all parts of the kingdom have long been filled with nobles large and small, and the royal family, in recent decades, has not been willing to cut meat from itself, dividing the royal territories into fiefs of the nobility.

Perhaps, it would be nice to spend some Rael on a "dogskin hat".

The merchants looked at the team and thought. However, they soon noticed that several of the mercenaries were dressed as men and women, Mickey was walking in the crowd, his small eyes constantly glancing at these merchants, and as mercenaries, these guys were very likely to become their customers in the future.

"My name is Mickey, and I'm back from an honorable adventure, and this is our team. It won't be long before you hear our names. ”

He paused and shouted at a shiny businessman in a silk robe with a round belly. In the mercenary industry, popularity is a very important thing, and when he first came to Afron, he did not forget this incident - he seized every possible opportunity to hype himself. He did the same thing at Boomer in Lazis, and he took it as his valuable experience in his career.

The Boomer Mercenary Guild's famous "Toad" - the people there are accustomed to calling Mickey by this peculiar nickname. Every time someone mentioned it in his ear, he always narrowed his little eyes and showed a smug gesture. In fact, the nickname was only used to describe his noisy mouth, but he seemed to have no self-awareness.

His voice was clear, and every sentence clearly fell into the ears of the merchant, and the merchant was stunned. It wasn't until the figure of this procession disappeared into the distance with the officers that the merchants returned to their previous crowded queues, and they began to talk to each other again.

After a long walk through the city, Glo and Miss Lena followed the officer straight back to Clover Manor, while Cody and Lars accompanied Alyssa to the local Chapel of the Divine Radiance, where the priest Winnie Calami followed the five mercenaries behind the girl.

Winnie approached Bishop Vera and reported to him about the expedition. She then introduced the five mercenaries to the Bishop, who led them to an office room in the back hall and began to question them in detail.

The story of what happened to the five mercenaries - from the adventure team of the Boomer Mercenary Guild, to the distress in the ruins, and then to the prison of the Tower. Lichs with purple soul fire, the constant death of their companions, and the supply of food in the dungeon...... Bishop Vera learned about this trivial information from the mercenaries one after another.

Angela was still hesitating whether she should tell the story of the kind lich, but Mickey, who was on the side, told the story almost before the bishop asked them about their escape from prison - unlike his seemingly honest appearance, he was eloquent and eloquent to tell the story of the escape back to the surface world, and the other four listened to it, and there was a sense that the story was more thrilling than the truth.

Before the round table, Bishop Vera kept nodding his head. With a quill in his right hand, he wrote several key messages on a pale gray piece of paper: Ruins, Abomination, the dungeon under the Tower, the two lichs, Necropolis City, the Passages...... All the information was strung together in his head.

Angela said the set of numbers, and the bishop knew on the spot that this was a coordinate.

Channel coordinates?

Bishop Vera was silent, and the lie detector magic he had secretly unleashed was unmistakable—everything the five mercenaries said was completely true. He vaguely felt that this was the conspiracy of Diel's undead, but there was a strong smell of something wrong, and it was difficult for him to figure it out for a while.

Use the passage to attack the dead of Diel?

Even if this is not a decoy, in terms of materials and staffing, the branch of Afron does not have the strength. After thinking about it for a while, he ordered a young midshipman to take the five mercenaries down to rest, and alone, he returned to the prayer room and prayed silently for a holy word.

Prophecy!

A bright ray of light fell from the night like a bright star, striking his white bishop's robe. He closed his eyes, and this image appeared in his mind—a deserted and solemn city, with a gray-black cloud floating in the sky, and the cloud slowly circled around one of them, and after looking at it for a long time, he had the illusion of losing his mind. Underneath that is a majestic building, a palace made of blood-colored granite!

This is?

Bishop Vera couldn't help but be shocked. Immediately after, he saw a dozen lichs, death knights, and vampire lords walking out of the dozens of steps of the palace, and he tried to see these faces, but suddenly, a rickety figure raised its head, and its gaze seemed to be in direct contact with him.

With this gaze as sharp as substance, Bishop Vera snorted and collapsed into the prayer room, muttering to himself, "Council of the Dead...... Lord of the Scourge ......"

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Another monthly meeting of the cemetery was taking place, and the Speaker, Eddie Grigory, sat in the chair and listened to the suggestions and views of the councillors, who remained silent