With his eyes closed, Joseph sat on a low bed in a dilapidated house and prayed in a low voice.

As his prayers sounded, small clusters of gray-white flames could be seen flickering in the air. Disappeared into the sky like fireworks, and the foul air was purified.

The harsh environment of chronic suicide is almost equivalent to that of ordinary people, but there is no difficulty for any clergyman to solve. Whether it's the Holy Fire that is evoked, the Purification Technique, or the Holy Abode that can be kept constant for a long time, it can solve this problem that is difficult for wizards to solve.

"Joseph, letter from Lord Roland—"

Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside, and Elukado threw the bag he was holding in his left hand onto the bed, from which a large pile of letters fell, and even a few of them fell on Joseph's body.

Joseph just lazily opened his eyes and glanced at her, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak.

From the bridge of his nose down, his skin is firm, fair and juvenile. But the part above the corner of the eye is the skin of the elderly who has lost its elasticity and is full of wrinkles. There are a few old age spots scattered around.

At first glance, it looks like the disguise of the lower half of the face of a young man disguised as an old man has been rudely torn off.

To any normal person, this is enough to describe as an anomaly.

In remote places such as Carral, the face alone is perceived as a monster and given a look of fear and disgust.

However, the man who pushed the door open was so heavy with a heavy mana dust that he did not shy away from reaching out to Joseph and sitting on the bed with his shoulders on his shoulders.

What's even more anomalous. The person who pushed the door in was an undoubted beautiful girl.

He was about twenty years old, and his breasts were towering high under the restraint of bright red gorgeous eyes. Her long black hair hung down to her waist. The slenderness of the waist and the fairness of the skin are emphasized. The dark red eyes, the color of dried blood, were excessively crystalline, giving people the impression that they did not resemble human eyeballs. Rather, it's more like a precious piece of jewelry.

The delicate faces are more like dolls than humans, lifeless but beautiful. That's a type of beauty with Roland, or Herland.

Not only the delicate face that resembles a doll, but also the length, color, and lifeless but confident temperament of the hair are exactly the same. The kind of charm that is all the time, every word and deed. It's the same with confusing others.

The two are too similar, and if they travel together, they will definitely be recognized as biological sisters by others.

The half-old and half-juvenile monster, and a gorgeous girl like a blood-stained Su Ze's doll, sat together so intimately - this scene of confusion was enough to make people's jaws drop.

But if you hear the very soft, fast-talking conversation between them, the confusion turns into a strange fear.

"How many are there today?"

"Six. How about it, I came in after eating this time, are you very impressed? ”

"It doesn't matter. It's you who clean it up anyway. ”

"Tsk...... Can you bear to let me pick up the trash? Do you still have a bit of chivalry? ”

"Knight...... Do you mean those fools who don't hurry up and call for help after being stabbed in the heart, but want to 'condemn' the enemy with an excited face? ”

"Don't talk about people like that. At least the taste of these little brothers is still good. ”

Two people sitting on the bed. There was a chat on it.

Although the two of them - if the brain-eater can be counted as human - are both of the type of people who don't talk much. But it just so happened that the two of them got together unexpectedly.

First of all, they are all die-hard loyalists of Roland, and they are both assassins, and they are also believers in the Sleeping Mentor, so there can be quite a lot of common topics.

If Joseph hadn't undergone surgery, he would have been disgusted by Elucado.

But now that he doesn't care about anything, he can accommodate Elukado, who is quite self-conscious.

At this moment, the Queen of the Brain Eater couldn't help but sigh: "One hundred and twenty-one." What the hell are adults doing......"

Elukado said this, but there was not a trace of resentment in his tone.

She licked her slightly sticky fingers intently. A smile on his face.

"We just have to do what we do."

Joseph turned his back to Elukado, was silent for a moment, and replied softly in a lazy voice that was about to fall asleep.

Now, it's the first day the two have met. It's been two days.

Nothing happened for the past two and a half days - if not counting the piles of corpses piling up in the sewers of Iron Curtain City.

Roland's previous mission to Elukado was to use her swift speed and excellent stealth skills to help Roland quickly pass letters between himself and Joseph Sr.

If he had just transcribed the contents of the letters quickly instead of spending time filling out the forms and sending them one by one, Roland would have been able to finish it in just a short time away from Natalia every day.

After all, every letter is much the same. And Roland was not so eager to show it. It is also impossible to use too much space in the letter.

Letters come and go about three times a day.

Other words. It's that Roland has already written nine letters to most people. With the addition of the first one, it has broken through the double digits.

The most obvious results. Even among the people Roland came into contact with, a third had already come into contact with Esther, or "Orlando".

The first batch of money has already started to flow in.

The snowball has been formed, and just waiting for an opportunity, Roland can push the snowball down the cliff and watch it grow bigger and faster, and finally turn into an irresistible avalanche to engulf the world.

Roland lay on the bed and turned over lazily.

Inexplicably, Roland has a feeling that he has been raised.

Two nights ago, I was carried in by "Orlando" by "Orlando" after pretending to be unconscious, and found that the world was beginning to change, and I was indeed in a brief panic.

But when Roland calmed down, he stopped panicking at all.

For now, at least, the change in the world has had no effect on Roland's purpose. And it seems to be somewhat helpful......

Pessimistically, the future can't be worse anyway.

Let Roland replace three million players alone to forcibly save the world, and if he can't do it, he will die-if Roland analyzes it objectively, it seems that he has only one way to die.

From this point of view, Roland's original fear of deviating from the plot suddenly dissipated.

Calm down and think about it, as long as Roland continues to make changes to this world, sooner or later the plot of this world will be changed by him, and he doesn't even know himself. Now it's just a little bit ahead of schedule.

Besides, anyway, Roland has already obtained the identity of a voter, and the plot deviation is biased. As long as he doesn't die suddenly and unexpectedly, Roland's rise can be said to be doomed.

The most important thing now is to understand what parts of the plot have changed. Roland had to adjust his plans.

…… However, in order to pave the way for the appearance of Roland's ontology in the future, Miss "Herlan" cannot leave Natalia for the time being - she must have her own alibi in order to guarantee her innocence with Natalia.

So Claudia went to Roland's request to inquire what had happened that day.

Roland has also tried to pray to the Sleeping Master in the past few days, but the time to respond has become less and less.

So Roland knew that it was about the height of the war with Dusk, and the Mentor had no time to chat with Roland. In order to use the power of the mentor as little as possible in the past few days, Roland could only lie on the bed and wait for death when he was bored, but he went out to send love letters three times a day, and when he came back, he continued to eat and wait for death.

In less than two weeks since the crossing, Roland has been almost insanely busy. There was nothing to do in the past three days, and he was happy to rest.

But Roland hasn't completely given up on his vigilance.

He resembles a snake lying on the ground more than a hibernating bear.

Roland was dormant, quietly waiting for an opportunity to muddy the waters silently.

To be exact, it is the day when the vanguard army of the gods is waiting to enter the White Tower area.

At this time, forty-eight hours had passed since the end of the light burial. (To be continued.) )