Not long after Ye Zhongming and the others left the Holy City, the horn of the expedition sounded in the city for a long time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The Royal Guard, the First Royal Clan, the two most powerful teams in the Holy City, plus the three slave armies, were neatly arranged in the square under the Imperial Palace.

Many people in the Holy City rushed to see what was going on.

However, these teams went straight out of the city, stopping those who were doing good things in the holy city.

Bachelet trembled and followed the procession, wondering why the army had to take him with him.

Yesterday's transaction with those Chinese was not discovered, ah, why bring yourself?

The powerful puppet with blue equipment in his hand did not give Bachelet the slightest confidence and courage, he was still very timid, and there were too many things to fear.

However, after all, he was still a six-star evolutionary, and he was not afraid of His Majesty, because the old man was very good to him, and even gave him some professional scroll skill scrolls to sell.

So the South American hesitated for a long time, but went to His Majesty the King, he didn't want to know why he took him, he just wanted to know if he could go back.

Naturally, those guards wanted to stop him, but not everyone could see His Majesty casually, but after the briefing, His Majesty decided to see Bachelet.

The South Americans stooped over and bowed down into His Majesty's magnificent beast chariot.

The mountain-like red lion that the captain of the guard spoke of was pulling the beast cart.

"Your Majesty, beloved Your Majesty, Hello, may God protect you forever."

Bachelet knelt before the king, reverent.

Yes, kneel.

This six-star evolutionary actually knelt in front of this elderly king.

The king sat on his throne in the huge beast cart and looked at Bachelet kneeling in front of him with a smile on his face.

Among the beast carts, there were not only these two people, but more than a dozen, in addition to the king, there were also the captain of the guard who had bullied Bachelet yesterday, the leaders of several clans, the king's favorite youngest son, and so on.

These people all looked at this South American with a smile.

Bachelet just glanced up, and then quickly lowered her head again, and for some reason, a sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

"Bachelet, what's the matter with me?" King Ahmed asked in a friendly tone.

When he saw this man kneeling before, King Ahmad felt unusually satisfied, and this awe-inspiring feeling was so good.

Unlike most people, who hate this last day and yearn for the old world, Ahmed is thankful and praises for this last world.

Because it was the advent of the end of the world that made him, an old man who was about to die, glow with a second spring.

The shriveled old body was younger, his faint old eyes were clear, his half-deaf hearing was restored, and he even regained the ability to conquer women in bed.

It was a taste he hadn't tasted in years, years.

After that, he evolved all the way to the current seven-star level, which allowed him not only to extend his life, but also to master even greater strength.

As for how many human bones and lives his evolutionary level represents, Ahmed doesn't care.

He is now one of the two kings of West Asia.

Among the powers he wields, the one that fascinates him the most is to control the life and death of others.

And now, he's going to do one of those things.

"Your Majesty, I, I, not a warrior, I ask for your consent to return to the Holy City to continue my scroll making."

Although Bachelet didn't feel very good just now, but thinking that his profession was still useful to His Majesty, even if His Majesty couldn't use it himself, he could create value for him, he was relieved again, and he even began to prepare how to thank His Majesty after getting consent.

It's just that the answer he hoped for didn't come for a long time, and later, he heard a word that made his soul fly.

"Bachelet, you know, the advent of the roulette wheel has put the luck of all the people in this world in a very high position, and many people are not very talented, not very brave, and not very hard, but they get something that is more talented than him, braver than him, and harder than him, I think it's not fair."

Ahmed condescendingly looked at the South American who knelt on the ground and did not get up, like a god!

"And you, that's the kind of person."

Bachelet was shocked, suddenly raised her head, looked at His Majesty, didn't know what he said about this, and the sense of crisis in her heart became stronger and stronger.

"In the past, although we all knew that you were cowardly and timid, we couldn't help it, because we needed your ability, but now, this ability of yours will not be your exclusive one."

"Your Majesty...... Next, you, what do you mean? ”

"What my father means is that you are capable of it, he is going to take it away and give it to someone who is really qualified to have it!"

Next to King Ahmad, a young man who seemed to have just come of age stood up, his body, there were powerful fluctuations, very pure, if Ye Zhongming was here, he would know that this was a situation unique to evolutionaries who had only taken evolution potions and did not have any professional skills.

"What?!"

Bachelet stood up, and it was strange that at this time, his trembling body had calmed down.

"A man presented a ...... to my father. The Soul Refreshment Scroll, which can strip out the perfection of the profession that a person has, is truly perfect, retains the level proficiency formula of the profession, etc., now you should understand, right? ”

The young man laughed, because he was the 'qualified man', he was the king's favorite youngest son, and he did not want to go out into battle, and his father did not want him to go, so Ahmet had him 'offered' a soul scroll so that he could stay in the palace and enjoy his safe and happy life.

Bachelet fell into an ice cellar, and he figured out a lot of things at once, and his mind was clearer than he had ever been.

Then, his whole body began to tremble again, only this time, he did it on purpose.

Then, amid the laughter and disdain of the men, he quickly put on his blue armor and pants and shoes, and summoned the human golem.

Also, he turned to himself, and he didn't know how many support scrolls he used!

Bachelet, who had never fought officially, desperately.

At this time, if you don't work hard, then you will really die.

Pity...... He didn't succeed.

His level is not low, and secretly he has not given himself a lot of attribute improvement scrolls, and his physical attributes are all in the 'degree'!

He even learned some skills.

However, he was too inexperienced after all, he didn't know how to combine his abilities, and if he used them, he only lasted for more than ten seconds, and the puppet was killed, and he himself was pressed to the ground.

"You really surprised me, Bachelet, did the Chinese make this equipment for you?" Ahmet stepped down from his throne and came to the South Americans, who were still struggling, touching the new blue armor with unconcealed greed in his eyes.

"I like you, and I like the hundreds of Chinese wearing hundreds of good equipment that Hamandan brought, but you better die."

With that, a swarthy scroll with a black glow appeared in his hand, which was imprinted into Bachelet's body in the last scream.

Moments later, the South American turned into a dried corpse, and on his corpse, a ...... floated Career reels for writers.

"Wait until the day's cool-off is over, my dear son, this thing will be yours."

In the beast cart, there were congratulatory voices one after another.