The Holy Light Castle, the protective barrier covers a huge area with a radius of three or four kilometers, and in addition to the castle in the center, a circle of newly built walls is ready to cover the entire area.

Outside the castle, under a hill, a dark hole leads to the ground. Dressed in white robes, with not even a trace of skin exposed, men carrying strange barrels lined up in long queues, driven by the guards' whips.

There was also a tunnel on the other side of the hill, and the white-robed man staggered out with a barrel and struggled to what looked like a checkpoint outside the tunnel. The guards at the level used long forks against the white-robed man, and then the other white-robed man took the barrel and opened it carefully.

A trace of black gas rose from the barrel, and the white-robed man in charge of the inspection closed it as if he were facing a great enemy, and handed the barrel to the team of white-robed people behind, who put it into the magic container that shimmered with warm white light.

At first, the white-robed man stepped out of the checkpoint, and a group of people surrounded him, took off his white robe in twos and threes, and untied all kinds of magic guide armor in the robe, revealing his almost red body.

The clergyman, like a priest, perfunctorily examined the man and waved his hand to let him go. The man walked with hollow eyes to the humble shack in the distance, where he could receive a bowl of porridge, a glass of water, and a few slices of bread, which were today's food.

A man walked out of the aisle, handed over the barrel, stripped naked, examined, and walked back to the shack. Both they and the people who checked them were so skillful and indifferent.

It wasn't always like this, and occasionally someone would collapse at the entrance of the cave, or the priest's face would change drastically during the inspection, and then a team of heavily armored guards would be dispatched to stand by.

The guards will drag the person who has fallen to the ground, or the person who has detected something unusual, to the other side of the hill. What happened after that, because there was no sound, no one knew. However, the occasional trace of scarlet blood on the hands and feet of the guards is enough to explain a lot of things.

On the top terrace of the central castle, Belino Koster crossed his arms, surveyed the movement of the hills below, calculated the speed of the slaves out of the passage, and sighed deeply, too slow, too slow!

"There were three people in the sixth slave camp last night who were turned into living corpses, and something went wrong with the process...... The little problem made all the slaves in that area see it. Sir Vic decisively disposed of all witnesses and avoided a larger commotion. ”

The fat-headed and big-eared deacon next to him was reporting: "But suddenly there is a shortage of hundreds of slaves, and the progress of mining has been affected. The previous batch of slaves, Your Highness, you know, were intercepted by the Holy Warriors again, and they released a quarter of the slaves who did not have legal procedures, and we received less than a hundred. ”

Belino said irritably: "What about the dwarf slaves!?Why haven't the dwarf slaves I wanted have arrived? Now these slaves, human beings are always full of bad water, and they want to run away when they have the opportunity, and all the chaos is caused by them! The half-elves are as weak as girls, and they will become living corpses after three or four times, and they will be very powerful when they change......

"Those holy warriors are also becoming more and more arrogant, my patience is almost to the limit! they dare to touch my gold bush again, no matter what legendary holy warrior he is, I will lead the troops to burn all their land and not a single grass left!"

The deacon shuddered: "The dwarven slave has to ask His Excellency Truk that the slave chamber that serves Erika is in his hands. ”

The prince snorted coldly: "Truk, that bastard!

The deacon did not dare to take this back, and the power behind His Excellency Truk was stronger and more feared than that of the prince.

"I'm fed up with being a mine overseer!"

The debriefing ended with the Prince's angry screams.

Belino has reason to be so angry, as the third prince of the Kingdom of Kester, after taking the line of the Fragrance God Court last year, he thought that he could soar to the sky and wear the crown of Kster.

Unexpectedly, the Fragrance Divine Court didn't take the Koster Kingdom too seriously, so they sent a deputy head of the Holy Knights, Truk, over.

This Truk, not only does he not take his status as a prince seriously, but he also doesn't care at all about the crown he wants. Running around with him all day long, either catching witches or digging up corrupt artifacts, Leng has never done anything serious.

If it weren't for the fact that the signboard of the Fragrance Divine Court was very intimidating in the kingdom, he would have broken up with Truk a long time ago. In the previous time in the Molten Flame Region, after the failure of the operation with Erika, he was ready to have a showdown with Truk. Unexpectedly, with the help of the power of Ryok, Truk operated in the palace and obtained the right to open up the entire Godfall Plateau for him.

Belino swallowed the carrot and tied it to Truk again.

Now, what is the difference between himself and the most popular turtle mount on the Godfall Plateau?

Truk still uses him as a front to mine the fragments of Rose's corpse on the Godfall Plateau. The Holy Light Fort is nominally his territory, but in fact it is nothing more than a fragrant mine. The slaves he bought were nominally his subjects, but in fact they were miners who would turn into living corpses in a maximum of three months.

Truk was also under tremendous pressure from the Divine Court, constantly expanding the scale of mining, urging him to buy more slaves. He also constantly summoned the clergy of the Divine Court of the Kingdom of Koster to strengthen the defense of the Holy Light Castle.

Look, every gram of the corpse has a silver penny, and Belino endures the humiliation and sits on the Holy Light Castle.

But when is this kind of life a head?

What he wants is the crown of the kingdom of Khor, not the overseer of the Godfall Plateau!

"Your Highness, Jolin's men are back!"

The deacon appeared again, cautiously.

The prince frowned: "Qiao Lin's people, what about Qiao Lin?"

At this time, Belino felt that there was a lack of capable and credible people around him, and Baron Hansen was originally very reliable, but at that time in the molten area, he exposed the weakness of being not good at charging into battle. Fortunately, even if he left Hansen behind and ran away first, Hansen remained loyal to him after he returned to Chester.

Out of apology, Belino arranged for Hansen to stay in the royal capital, responsible for liaising with the royal family and purchasing slaves, with only a few low-ranking nobles who had been temporarily promoted.

Qiao Lin is a very capable one, this guy often captures professionals as slaves, and can also loot a lot of money, and Belino tolerates him to move freely on the Godfall Plateau.

Now that he's back, the first thing is to honor himself, that guy is so bold that he ignores his master?

"Didn't see Jolin, the leader was Dakai, he said......"

The deacon twisted his fat face and said, "Qiao Lin was captured by the wild men in the southern market, and only a few of his men have brought back!"

The irritability turned into anger in his heart, and for a moment, Belino wanted to yell at the deacon, "And then, do you want me to go and get Jolin back, and then pat him on the shoulder and say it's okay, don't cry?"

The prince endured, surrounded by wine bags and rice bags that would always only create trouble for himself instead of solving it, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Let Dakai come over," Belino said helplessly.

The surrounding environment of the Holy Light Castle is very simple, with the holy warriors in the west and the market run by adventurers in the south. But because the mined things are too important, any wind and grass have to deal with it with a twelve-point spirit.

It's just for the harvest of thousands of gold bushels every day, and no amount of unhappiness has to be thrown aside.

A moment later, the paladin named Dakai arrived, cowering and finishing his story.

Hearing that Dakai only saw Qiao Lin being captured by the gang from a distance, and that the paladin's intervention was unsuccessful, Dakai fled all the way back with a few subordinates who could still move, and Belino's mind was full of thoughts about sending this guy to mine.

No wonder this guy is a fourth-level paladin, and he is still so miserable.

"Your Highness, those people are very powerful, they don't care about our identity at all, they are here for the Holy Light Castle!"

Dakai not only ran fast on two legs, but also turned his brain fast: "The market should be their pre-arrangement, they must have another base on the Divine Fall Plateau, and they have accumulated great strength!"

"Your inference is very plausible!"

Belino put on the most serious expression: "We must take strict precautions! I will inform Truk and let the Holy Light Castle be ready for everything!"

Sent away Dakai, Belino with disdain and self-deprecating sneer.

Coming to the Holy Light Castle? Who is the backstage of the Holy Light Castle? Is it Everincense! In this place of the Divine Fall Plateau, can there still be forces that dare to touch the Tiger Whiskers? Is it tired of being alive?

Of course, as the prince of Koster, he has no sense of existence at all,

What's more, according to the division of labor between him and Truk, as well as the magician Federik who represents the "technical expert", the defense of the Holy Light Castle is in charge of Truk, and he is only in charge of mining...... Yes, isn't he just an overseer?

It's better to wait for Truk, who is running errands in the royal capital, to come back and let that guy have a headache.

A few thoughts turned, and Belino was relieved that he had solved one more thing.

Early the next morning, Belino was woken up by the deacon, pushed away the lotus root arm and pink leg pressed on his body, rubbed his eyes, and got up full of anger to the castle terrace.

"There is my ...... Courier?"

Belino had no idea what the deacon had said about the new word.

"That's what it says......"

The deacon handed over a piece of paper, and sure enough, it read "Expedited Express, Fort St. Light's Belino-Koester." ”

The following line of "paid on arrival, visa-free, insured price" is incomprehensible.

Belino leaned on the balcony railing and looked down at the coffin-sized box below: "Is this what it is?

"Yes, it was left outside the barrier early in the morning and found by the patrol. His Royal Highness didn't speak, we didn't dare to dismantle it, there must be something strange...... Your Highness!"

The deacon stopped the prince: "Maybe it's dangerous, you must not approach!"

"Hurry up and open it!"

"Can you be more stupid? It must be Jolin in there!"

The guards swarmed up, pried open the lid that was indistinguishable from the coffin board, and froze.

"I'll just say it!"

The prince could see clearly from above, patted the railing and shouted, and there was a person lying inside, wasn't it Qiao Lin?

The guards shouted, turned and ran as if they had seen a demon, and longed to give birth to four legs.

Qiao Lin stood up suddenly, his eyes glowing green, and a cooing sound came out of his throat, scanning his surroundings like a beast.

"Living corpses!"

The prince and the deacon exclaimed at the same time, "All of Finn, I'm afraid there are not many people who are more familiar with this thing than the people of the Holy Light Castle."

Qiao Lin, who had been transformed into a living corpse, raised his head, and his soul had been impregnated with the qi of corruption, turning into an undead, and losing his consciousness and memory as a human being. But there was a trace of instinct that made it feel familiar to the people above, and it wanted to say hello with its claws and teeth.

Qiao Lin threw himself on the castle wall, climbing up with the dexterity of an ape, and his arms and legs were even in a state of anti-joint.

The guards finally reacted and remembered their duty. The magic crossbow, the magic guide spear, and the divine power holy light shot at Qiao Lin's body one after another, and shot it down when Qiao Lin was still more than ten meters away from the terrace.

At this time, of course, the prince was not on the terrace, he hid in the "safe house" in the center of the castle, put on a pure white protective suit, and hung all kinds of protective equipment on his body.

"They, they've done such a terrible thing, Jolin is a sir! They want to turn me into a living corpse, even worse than the devil!"

The prince curled in the safe house and cursed loudly, and the deacon showed the prince another piece of paper through the crystal window.

"It was found in the coffin, it was their ......"

The deacon didn't know what the paper was supposed to be, and the prince didn't care.

"His Royal Highness Belino Koester, the noble and venerable third prince of Koester......"

"This is my territory, go back to your kingdom of Kxter, hide in your mother's arms and cry, or this will be the end......"

"Your dear friend, the Kingdom of Hadlang, Richie Prell, sends you my best wishes......"

The prince was stunned for a while, then jumped to his feet and shouted sharply, "Assemble! Gather all those who can fight! I will break this fellow to pieces!"