"Envoy! When you are older, your physical strength is a little weak, and it is not easy for the old man to persist for such a long time, and I am ready to go back to rest, I am ashamed!"

Jay, Jagen, and Rosh Shuar got up and said to Mantena, obviously not wanting to stay longer.

"The King of the Rising Sun is gone, and the little woman still needs to see my daughter, you know, I am more nervous than she is now.

The five top intermediate colleges in our empire are all humane. ”

Mantena got up and said to the "loving" old man, she felt that she had just said something wrong, but she didn't know which one, and now she could only answer the words with a smile on her face.

"Envoy, keep yourself, the old decay is not supported, so you don't stay long. Jay, Jagen, and Rosh Shuar arched their hands towards Mantena, turned and left.

"Congratulations to the Rising Sun King!"

Mantena said to the rickety figure in the distance, and then there was a sneer, this is not a simple old man!

Three hundred and fifty years ago, the person who dared to compete with the emperor for status, the man who was "castrated" by the emperor with all the rights, and the prince who was imprisoned by the emperor in this prosperous Dongxi City, how could it be so simple!

She looked up at the sea of people in front of her again, and thought of the three hundred and seventy-two people who died mysteriously in the eighteen ports on the east coast, and she was a little worried.

Mantena really didn't know if she would have the life to go back to the job she had taken, but at least as long as Xiao Meng pulled into Gadot Academy, she would be absolutely safe, and she could only do so much.

"Alas!"

Mantena sighed, not thinking about the vanishing figure, and focusing all her attention on the crowd ahead.

......

"Where did the Primordial Pupil last disappear?"

Jay, Jagen, and Rosh Shuar walked alone on a path down the mountain, and they were very careful at each step, for fear of falling down the mountain, and if there was no one around, they did not know who to say a word to when they lowered their heads.

"West 2nd Street!"

A strange red figure appeared behind Jay, Jagen, and Roshshuar, and said a word to him.

"Never before?"

Jay, Jagen, and Rosh Shuar stopped their descent and breathed a sigh of relief against the white railing beside the stairs, apparently the descent was a bit long for him.

"I can't feel the breath!"

Hearing his words, the King of Shengyang looked at the magnificent mountain scenery around him, sighed and said to him, "Have you been to all the appraisal sites on West Second Street?"

"There are a total of eight appraisal shops, but five went to none, and three did not go. ”

"Don't check! I guess there won't be the rest of the place, go check the woman on the mountain, she recently visited Dongxi City. ”

"Yes!"

"If she did it, let her disappear, including her daughter Shaw Monla.

If not, then turn the pages of history to see which family the 'altar of spirits' falls into.

Without the Primordial Pupil, the Spirit Altar can also be used!" Jay, Jagen, and Rosh Shuar finished speaking, patted the railing they were leaning on, got up and moved towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Yes!"

"Don't help, do your business, demon servant. ”

Jay, Jagen, and Rosh Shuar directly knocked off the arm that had been helped over and said a word to him.

"My lord is forever!"

After the demon attendant said to the back of the rickety who was heading down the mountain, he disappeared into the empty halfway up the mountain.

......

Meantime!

In the middle of this empire, a major event is also happening in the imperial capital of Sun Moon City.

It's just because there is a person in the imperial capital today, a "beggar", but this "beggar" is not simple, but from the Blood Song Empire, which is a bit powerful.

The Blood Song Empire, the first empire of the West France Continent, is not an exaggeration at all to be 108,000 miles away from the Undead Empire, just because there are two empires of Wangchuan and Xilan in between.

There is no magic array between empires and empires, and the basic means of transportation are all measured by feet.

This beggar is standing in Sun Moon City, the imperial capital of the Undead Empire, outside the Wuqing Palace, which is also the political center of this empire.

"Your name is the Yellow Doorman?"

The beggar looked at the old man in the black official robe in front of him and said to him.

"Slave?"

"Hmm!"

"There are thousands of people called Huangmen servants here, this is an official position in the imperial court of the slaves, but the slaves are really called Huangmen attendants. ”

"What does it mean to use an official position as a name?"

This "beggar" is like a beggar, but there is no trace of beggar temperament, and the whole body is heroic and tight, especially a pair of eyes, sharp as a knife, clear and clear, which is eye-catching.

"Because they are all under the control of slaves!" said the Yellow Gate Attendant with a smile to the beggar in front of him.

The "beggar" pouted when he heard his words, and it was clear that there were too many strange things in this empire, and he didn't understand it very well, but then he could wander around this empire, which could be regarded as a public-funded tour!

"Your emperor's morning meeting usually lasts until noon?"

This "beggar" looked at the sun rising to the sky, obviously a little impatient, he arrived in the morning, the emperor of the undead empire actually held the so-called "morning meeting" until noon, this kind of diligent emperor is the first time he has seen it!

"It's unfortunate that you're here! This time is the time for our Imperial Academy, and it may take a little long, so wait patiently. The Yellow Gate attendant said to the "beggar" standing alone in front of him.

After listening to him, the "beggar" looked up at the tall Wuqing Hall in front of him, feeling quite bored, and the black-armored soldiers and the color of the buildings in this vicinity were really depressing.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

The eyes of the stinky "beggar" can obviously see through people's hearts, and he said to the yellow door attendant in front of him.

"Hey, hey, twenty-seven adults have good eyesight. ”

"Say anything!"

"Look at it, it's still early, do you want me to take the adults to change into robes, you entered the Wuqing Hall like this, a little bit of damage to the image of the Blood Song Empire?"

The Huangmen attendant looked at the strip of rags in front of him called Twenty-Seven who was covered with thighs, and frowned a little, he didn't care what you were wearing, but he was afraid that the clothes of Twenty-Seven would stain the emperor's eyes.

"You say this, don't change!

I am from Wencheng Book Mountain, Wencheng Book Mountain is a blood song, but the book mountain is a book mountain, and the blood song is a blood song, even if he is a bright holy mountain, he can't control the book mountain.

I only represent Wencheng Shushan, not his blood song, your worries are too much.

And my appearance is all caused by your undead empire, and I really know what a place of exile is, and you can't take care of the western frontier?

In the empty valley bordering Wangchuan alone, I met eight gangs of robbers, and my ninth-level flying demonic beast Xingyun Dragon was all captured and stewed.

If I hadn't run fast, my thin skin and tender meat would have become a hot dish.

In your barbarian empire, even the Great Grandmaster is engaged in this work, is it so difficult for the Great Grandmaster of your Empire?"

This "beggar" named Twenty-Seven roared at the old man in front of him, the Yellow Gate Attendant, obviously he really suffered a lot of crimes along the way!

The Huangmen servant buttoned his ears, obviously the so-called people from Wencheng Shushan used him as a punching bag.

"Who's making a noise outside the door?"

A loud voice came directly from the hall, and the Huangmen attendant suddenly felt a burst of joy when he heard this voice, and then ran towards the hall, and did not forget to say a word to the twenty-seven behind him before leaving.

"Wait! You'll see the Emperor soon!"

"Hurry up!"

Twenty-seven shouted at the "pug" and collapsed on the large pillar next to him, as if he would soon be able to complete the task given by the spirit man.

He didn't want to stay in this black temple for an extra minute, it was really depressing!

......

"Blood Song Empire, Wencheng Shushan Shushi Twenty-Seven was ordered by the Book Spirit to come to the Empire of the Undead to deliver the three hundred and sixty-third year of the continent's historical biography fascicle!"

Twenty-seven, dressed in rags, bowed to the high throne, and loudly announced the purpose of his visit.

The ministers on the side of the group looked at this stinky "beggar" and could simply say that their eyes were very contradictory, one was very disdainful, and the other was very hot!

"Seeing our emperor, why are you from this blood song like this, and you don't dress up like this?"

A tall one-eyed dragon figure in front of the ministers roared towards Twenty-Seven, obviously a little uncomfortable looking at this untidy state.

"You are the Sect Saint of Hejian Sect, right? "The Complete History of the West France Continent" has a large biography of you, and even has the title of canonization, so you don't want to take a look?

Also, you are such a brave general, why don't you clean up the roosters and dogs on your western border?

You see that I have just stepped into your empire and been robbed, and I have met eight waves of bandits, or grandmaster bandits!"

Twenty-seven ignored it, and complained directly to the one-eyed half-orc, just seeing that the river stream violet was blushing and had a thick neck, staring at the "beggar" twenty-seven with one eye.

"How many heroic spirits have been written in the three hundred and sixty years of the Empire of the Dead?"

The figure of the person could not be seen clearly on the high throne, and with the sound of this sound, the needle drop in the entire Wuqing Hall could be heard clearly in an instant.

"The Spirit Man said five million amethyst!"

Twenty-seven looked at the eyes that converged on him all around, feeling a little uncomfortable, looking at Gao Wei's throne, and said worriedly.

"What did you say?"

"Money?"

......

The noon hall exploded in an instant with the throat of the twenty-seven, and the twenty-seven eyes closed and breathed a sigh of relief, then stood still on their sides, listening to the storm above the main hall, waiting for the man on the throne to speak.

He was so nervous that this was blackmail!

is still blackmailing the emperor of an empire, and this emperor is the founding king, not a parallel import!

The Spirit Maker asked him to extort three million amethysts, and he added two million more amethysts, and his heart was now beating to his throat.

"Four million!"

The tall monarch slowed down for a long time, and held back such a sentence.

Twenty-seven's posture of closing his eyes and recuperating was instantly broken by a voice, and he instantly opened his eyes and stared at the fog on the high seat, is there anything to bargain for this thing?

"The spirit man said that at this price, if you don't want to have a biography of the undead empire in the next five hundred years of the "Complete History of the West France Continent", please don't embarrass the emperor!"

Twenty-seven was also bold, bowing his head on this tall Wuqing Palace, and making up nonsense.

There was silence on the throne for a long time, and then he said to Twenty-Seven: "Tell this monarch, how many heroic spirits have been written in the three hundred and sixty years of the Undead Empire?"

"Two million one hundred seventy-eight thousand six hundred and ninety-four!"

After this number was reported by Twenty-Seven, the huge Wuqing Hall instantly became cold three times, and all the ministers glared at Twenty-Seven in front of them, if their eyes could kill, I believe that this man named Twenty-Seven had been killed alive ten million times.

"I'll give you 10 million amethysts, double the number!"

Twenty-seven heard the words coming from the mist above the throne, and shook his head for a while: "Except for the Empire of Light and the Undead, in the three hundred and sixty years of the other four empires, there are only 300,000 people in total.

And this person who writes is not something that my little scholar can decide, but the spirit of the book, the spirit of the spirit!

Therefore, the emperor, the twenty-seven scribes are powerless. ”

"Leave the crystal slip behind, go find the Yellow Gate attendant who brought you in, he will give you five million amethyst!"

After a lament from the tall throne, he said to Twenty-Seven.

Twenty-seven did not move, but said towards this throne again: "Emperor!"

"What else?"

"The Spirit Maker said that he had lost a Holy Spirit Soul in the northeastern part of the Empire of the Dead, and hoped that the Empire would use such a large number of Holy Spirit Souls in five years, and allow Twenty-Seven to find it and complete the task of the Spirit One. Twenty-seven said solemnly to the king in front of him.

"Yes!"

Hengyang Violet looked at the retreating scholar, and said to the president of the Imperial Necromancer Association below: "A necromancer association and a Holy Spirit Temple, built first, and opened in five years, the empire with the soul of the Holy Spirit is the real empire!"

"Emperor, what is my holy name?"

River Violet roared loudly, glaring at the tall monarch's throne with one eye.

This voice instantly provoked a burst of laughter, and even the man on the throne of the king laughed when he listened to his words.

In the mist, a crystal instantly shot out towards the violet of the river stream,

"See for yourself!"