The Council Chamber of the Blue Lion King

Lothar dragged his tired body in the direction of his companion, the brief encounter with the ghoul had exhausted all his strength. The networm hurriedly took a few steps forward to catch the body of the Count of Black Mountain, who had almost fallen, and carried him to One-Eye and Roland's side. The Earl looked at the two men apologetically, it was not that he did not know what the consequences of what he had just done. It's just that he can't allow himself to ignore it in his heart.

"Sorry......" After barely saying these two words, Lothar lost consciousness very happily. The overconsumption in a short period of time caused the Count to faint due to lack of oxygen.

Interestingly, almost at the same time that Lothar fainted, the ghoul, who was thought to have smashed into the wall, stood up. Edward casually threw aside the war hammer that was pressing on his body, and looking at his appearance, although he was very embarrassed by Lothar just now, there were no obvious injuries on his body. The wound that had been wounded by the spikes was also recovered from this short rest, and the wound was completely invisible.

The hideous ghoul dragged Lothar's hammer and walked towards the two hapless wizards. Just when everyone thought it was about to complete the massacre that had just been interrupted by the Count of Montenegro, the ghoul patriarch's body under the black robe gradually turned back into a human. By the time he walked up to the two remaining unlucky men of the Dark Lion Society, he had completely regained his previous middle-aged appearance.

"Don't kill us...... the two wizards who had almost given up waiting for death before saw Edward coming over, and their hearts that had just calmed down instantly began to beat rapidly again.

The ghoul patriarch had no intention of talking to them, and although his appearance was restored to that of a human, Edward's physical fitness would not actually have any effect. He indifferently broke all the limbs of these two people, and by the way, one person and one punch completely knocked them out, and then stopped paying attention to these two guys, and turned around and walked towards everyone.

"Hee-hee, old Edward, you've been knocked down by a human!" the elf leader on Roland's shoulder laughed gloatingly, Lightning didn't care about superfluous things, and there was nothing more fun for elves than candy and watching people fight. Well, maybe the prank can be a long and short of both?Anyway, these jolly little ones are notoriously incapable of looking at the atmosphere.

In normal times, Patriarch Edward might argue with Lightning about these things, but although he was not injured, it was an undeniable fact that he had just been defeated by Lothar. So the ghoul could only snort coldly, and then handed the war hammer in his hand to Roland.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Roland. I lost my temper. "As the leader of the largest group of ghouls in the kingdom, Edward's temper was not so good, and although the Soul Keepers are very wise among ghouls, they are still ghouls after all. Just as you can't expect cavemen to design sophisticated instruments, the bloodthirsty desires of race are hard to suppress.

However, at this time, Roland and Lothar and the others were not simple individuals, they represented two witches and a gray-robed wizard, and Edward asked himself that he had no interest in challenging the authority and power of these two at such a juncture. So for the sake of the race, he chose to bow his head.

"Where, where. It's me who should apologize, after all, it's because of Lothar's reckless behavior that it became like this. The magician smiled, but although he said an apology, there was no apology in Roland's tone. In fact, in the old man's heart, he was very appreciative of what Lothar had just done.

And as Lightning said, regardless of the current state of the two, it is an indisputable fact that Lothar defeated the Ghoul King. And just one human on a guard mission has such strength, and this is a good time to raise your own value.

"I'll take care of those two wizards of the Dark Lion Council in the future, and whatever their purpose is tonight, I'll make sure they say it without reservation. Edward promised.

"Well...... You won't have to worry about it. Roland lifted the brim of his hat and said, "I think we'll take these two people back." I believe they will be more valuable in the hands of Ms. Aemia. ”

Edward thought about it for a moment, and to be honest, as a ghoul, he still really wanted to fight for the right to deal with these two wizards. But thinking that he had just offended the Count of Montenegro, the Ghoul King still gave up his plan to continue to insist.

"Your will, sir. ”

"The Endless Abyss is below! I was out for a while, what's going on here?" Jason's voice suddenly rang out from the shadows on the side. Immediately, the shadow of the human figure walked in front of everyone with aristocratic steps. From Jason's appearance, no one else could tell if he had been injured in the purge, but the blood stains on the Black Shadow Sword in his hand proved that he must have injured the others.

"Can't you see it yourself?" said Ciel. For some reason, the doctor's tone was a little unhappy.

"Okay, okay, please don't get angry with my lady. Jason reassured, turning his silhouette-like head to look around the chamber.

"Looks like we need somebody to fix that low wall over there, huh...... I'm going to have to find someone to clean up the blood on the ground, I didn't expect a battle here. ”

"Corpses and bloodstains we can deal with. Fix the problem and let Lightning help out. This guy didn't do anything but heckle all night. Patriarch Edward said, glancing at the elf who was sitting on Roland's shoulder.

Lightning heard the ghoul's words and had an unhappy look on his face.

"Why do you want us to help? It's obvious that you smashed the hole! Why don't you make up for it yourself!"

"Don't say that, Lightning. Mr. Edward didn't mean to, and I've heard that dwarves are natural architects, so I don't know if I've had the pleasure of seeing them today. Roland began.

"Cut, okay. But it's for your sake!" The elf leader looked reluctant, and he yelled at his own people, then pointed in the direction of the breach in the low wall. The elves heard the leader's order and scurried to the spot where the ghoul had been smashed into.

To be honest, although many people know about the dwarf's architectural talent, both Roland and One-Eye are curious about how these little ones can repair a broken wall with their bare hands. And what happened next was also an eye-opener for them.

I saw those dwarves open their mouths and swallow the fragments of the wall on the ground into their mouths, perhaps due to the difference in physiological structure, some of the dwarves were holding pieces in their mouths that were obviously larger than half of their heads. After a few moments in their mouths, the elves began to spit out the shards in their mouths and fill the wet bricks towards the gaps. They didn't take into account where the pieces were in the process. In other words, it is impossible to restore the pieces that have been randomly put up to their original appearance.

But then something incredible happened, the stones that spit out of the elf's mouth seemed to lose their hardness like mud in the hands of a child, except that the total volume remained the same, and the undeformable bricks that should have been hard were quickly deformed in the hands of the elf!

"The saliva of dwarfs can soften most known metals, rocks, and even animal bones. They will take everything they can pick up in their mouths, soften it and spit it out. When the saliva dries, the softened substance regains its original hardness, but the shape becomes what the dwarfs want. Dr. Hill explained. As a doctor who regularly extracts teeth from these dwarves, she is well aware of some of the characteristics of dwarfs.

The dwarf patched up, and the hole in the low wall soon became the same as before. It was just a matter of interest, but the elves didn't stop after they finished tinkering, and they began to make all sorts of strange patterns on the wall.

"It's just that dwarfs, like children, don't quite understand the beauty of simplicity, so their works often have their characteristic graffiti. ”