The night was quiet, and I was thinking about tomorrow's battle.

The frequent use of saints makes me old.

I'm not yet thirty years old, but I look like I'm in my thirties, and although I'm not as bald as those code farmers in the last century, I'm no longer looking like a little fresh meat and idolistic skin, but like a middle-aged Obasang with a fatal attraction to young girls.

I looked in the mirror, it was really a high hall mirror with sad white hair, like green silk turning into snow at dusk. If I don't pay attention to it, my jade face will pass away like the flowing water under a small bridge, and I will never return to the sea.

The thought of this almost brings me to tears.

I heard that there were precious beauty products in the last century to care for the skin and moisturize the body and bones, and I think the focus of our next step is this.

I spread my palms and let out another long sigh.

What's wrong?

It turned out that I was so diligent in my official duties that I forgot to build my nails, which were long and protruding like dog's paws. The back of my hand, which used to be hairless, is now covered with thick, thick black hair.

There is a way that withered flowers into mud, clear water turned into swamps, no matter how young and handsome people are, how can there be good things that will always maintain their beauty? Suddenly, I went from a graceful beautiful boy to this black rough man with black hair, what a tragedy, what a pity?

When I looked at the person in the mirror, I was even more sad.

Why?

You see, do you remember how the original Longinus was like a jade tree in the wind, unstoppable? My red lips and white teeth, my sword eyebrows and starry eyes, my blown-up skin, and the bishop's robe embroidered with red lions on the duke's black background, alas, it really made the girls of the world dumb their throats and heartbroken.

But now? Look at my nose, which looks like a wolfhound, look at my eyes, fierce like a vicious dog, look at my teeth, pointed like a carnivorous beast, look at my hair, which is so thick that it covers my whole face.

Isn't something wrong?

I was silent for a long time, and suddenly screamed.

Lamia walked out of the next door and asked, "What's your name?" She saw me, her eyes widening and froze.

I said, "I need beauty treatment, you give me half of your essence lotion..."

Lamia said angrily: "It's not about beauty maintenance! How did you become Ganger? ”

"Ganger? No, I just stayed up late and didn't trim, I had more wrinkles on my face, I forgot to shave my thick beard, I had more circles under my eyes, you took a concealer and let me apply it, and I had to put on some powder makeup... Oh，My， God....”

Lamia shouted, "You're a human wolf now!" Don't lie to yourself! ”

I hurriedly said, "Are you reluctant to give up your cosmetics?" Next time I go to the center of the Golden State business district to pick up waste, just help you keep an eye on it..."

Lamia held my face and said word by word, "You give me a quick change, or I'll pull your hair out one by one!" ”

This is really cruel, the changes in a man's body are not something he can control, if I can stretch freely and change as I like, how can I let her rest every night?

In the web of madness, I heard Anatoly say, "Stop teasing him, deviant. ”

The misshapen sea monster muttered a dull yes, and I felt my hair retract into my body.

Lamia breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Okay, you have to explain what's going on!" ”

I said, "I feel like my pores are still a little thick, do you have any repair creams?" ”

Lamia pinched my cheek and said, "Accept the reality, you old man, you can't be beautiful no matter how much you fix it!" ”

These words made me feel like I had been struck by lightning, and I couldn't get back to my senses for a long time. It is said that a woman's heart is a needle under the sea, how can it be elusive? She clearly thinks that I am handsome and extraordinary, but she belittles me like this. Or a woman's mouth is like a knife smeared with honey, a word makes you sweet, and a word hurts your heart.

I fell to the ground, lowered my head and hid my face, only to feel that the light was cold and the darkness was attacking, as cold and lonely as an old concubine who had been locked up in the cold palace for many years. There is a saying: when it is warm and cold, it is the most difficult to rest. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late?

Good words, good words.

Lamia said, "Cheer me up, it's up to you tomorrow!" ”

I cried, "You said such merciless words, which hurt my fragile and tender heart, and now I know that I regret it?" ”

Lamia smiled bitterly: "What kind of nerves do you have?" ”

I wanted to cry, make trouble, and hang myself, but she hugged me and made me have a seizure.

After a while, the madness effect was probably gone, and I was back to normal, and Lamia said, "You've always given me all sorts of inexplicable surprises, sometimes scary, but still funny. ”

I said, "I will rush forward, but our soldiers are not good at hand-to-hand combat, so let the sword and shield protect our flanks and not fall into chaos." ”

Lamia said: "The formation will be very strange, the sword and shield will carry a kind of repeater, which is not small, two can take down a white demon. ”

I saw her helplessness and asked, "Is it troublesome to reload the repeater?" ”

Lamia sighed: "It's a lot of trouble, they have such advanced technology, why don't they use firearms?" ”

"It's like asking a painter to give up the work they have practiced all their life and practice photography instead. How could they possibly change? The addition of crossbows and bows is already a leap forward for them, and it is out of the ordinary. ”

Lamia took out a gun, my wife is not ambiguous, it is normal to dance with a sword at home, she dismantled the gun in a few seconds, and said: "This time the weapons and bullets provided by the Quartermaster Department have been improved, which is very good, and now, even if they don't hit the vital point, they can penetrate the skin of the white demons, and at most three shots can make them incapacitated." ”

I smiled and said, "Our hundred soldiers were trained by you personally, and they must be stronger than those from the black coffin." ”

Lamia nodded and smiled, but there was no joy between her eyebrows, and said, "I have never fought such a rich battle, but the richer I am, the more unsettling it is." ”

This time, we don't have a shortage of information, we can only rely on the technology of the Sword and Shield Society, will they also have some trustworthy supercomputers?

At this moment, my herald Jason Tumu came running and shouted, "Duke, there is a missionary who asks to see you. ”

I asked, "Missionary?" What missionary? ”

"He didn't say it, but he didn't have any weapons on him," Jason said. ”

Lamia: "Kid, it's dangerous for the Assassins of the Anno Empire to be dangerous without any weapons. ”

Jason said in a panic, "Yes, I'll let him..."

I looked confident, poised, and calm, as if I didn't pay attention to the thousands of troops for a moment, and then said softly, "Son, have you forgotten who I am?" ”

Jason let out an "ah" and said in a loud voice, "You are the invincible Black Coffin Sword Saint." ”

I laughed and said, "Yes, kid, you have to remember that for me, there are not many people in the world who can endanger me. And there are not many people who dare to challenge me. So, you don't have to worry, any person of unknown origin, you can bring them to me. Perhaps it was Cain who led these lost people to me and made them accept my teachings. If they are harmless, fine. What if they are harmful? Maybe it makes me even happier. ”

Jason's face was full of fan-like excitement, and he shouted, "I'm going to let him in!" "I ran away in a hurry.

Lamia sighed, "It's not a peaceful night, there are so many things, we need to rest." Guess who this missionary is? ”

The corners of my mouth were raised, and my eyes shone brightly and softly, and as an archbishop, I naturally had an extraordinary bearing, like an ocean that embraced all rivers, or an invincible master in the world.

I sighed calmly: "Maybe it's a monk who has lost his way on the path of faith, and wants to listen to my words and get lost." Or friends of other religions who want to use the power of Cain to fulfill some small wishes. ”

Lamia said, "But at this time..."

I said, "I'm the Archbishop who is high above and can't be attained. The one who came must have been a lonely, lowly friar. With the touch of my fingers, I can give him a drop of my vast bounty, which is as vast as the sea, and he will be inexhaustible for the rest of his life. Why not? ”

Lamia pointed her finger at my forehead and said, "You sound like you're a god, you're too inflated, my husband." ”

I opened my hands and said emotionally, "God? No, I never claim to be God. I am just a mortal, a mortal who has transcended the boundaries of the mundane and has mastered the life and death of countless people. I am closer to mortals than gods, and therefore, my influence on mortals is greater than that of gods...."

I heard footsteps, turned around, and said to the monk, "Brother-in-law, lost traveler, let me comfort your lonely heart with my great strength, and satisfy your slight desire..."

I saw that it was Ambrosa.

The second half of my sentence turned into a scream, piercing the night sky, and Jason fell in fright, but I couldn't care if he was as reverent as ever.

Lamia exclaimed, "Necromancer? Immediately aim a gun at the man's forehead.

I hurried to stop her, I didn't know who Ambrosa was (I had forgotten some details because of mysterious powers), but I knew that he was extremely dangerous, probably much more dangerous than Abel and Cain.

Ambrosa, with a modest expression, bowed to Lamia and me, and said, "As a humble and insignificant ascetic, I have come to visit two old acquaintances, and if I disturb them, please bear with me." ”

Lamia hesitated for a moment, then put away her gun.

I hurriedly said, "Please be seated, please be seated." ”

Ambrosa said, "I'm just an ascetic, let me stand, this may cure my backache." ”

Lamia said, "Necromancers also have back pain? ”

Ambrosa laughed, "You don't know what a stubborn ailment a back ache is, ma'am. ”

I asked, "You came to us...."

Ambrosa said: "If possible, I would like to speak privately with the archbishop. ”

I nodded, "Go back to the house, my dear, and I will personally receive this honorable guest." ”

Lamia asked in a low voice, "Are you sure?" Necromancers are more difficult to deal with than regular mages. ”

I've never been so sure of one thing in my life: if Ambrosa were to kill me, even if God gave me the great gospel, it might not be able to save my life.

I said, "Absolutely." ”