Directly revealing the identity of the Gray Lich, although it can also gain a lot of benefits, is obviously not in line with the principle of maximizing the interests of the dragon family.

However, how to negotiate with a fanatic is also a big problem. After all, pure faith was destined to be unnegotiable from the start. Since Gray's appearance on the mainland, the only person who negotiated with him and reached an agreement successfully seemed to be Pope Augsg III. That was again based on the fact that Augsage III was in some way in agreement with Gray. Without this, no matter how good Augsgoar III was, it would not have been possible to bring Gray to his knees.

Because, there is one in the knight's oath - sacrifice, sacrifice for comrades, sacrifice for faith. When your opponent is proud of sacrifice, there seems to be no possibility of compromise.

This made the dragons, who are known for their stinginess, calculating, and mercenary, very distressed.

Cedric V had no choice but to arrange for Gray to live in Black Dragon City, and for a while, the two sides seemed to be at a stalemate. There has been a delay in the start of a second negotiation.

At the same time, Morca, the lion king's capital, is facing a huge "crisis".

......

Midnight, the manor of Morca.

In a dark room with only one candle lit, a group of lichs surrounded Morca. A terrifying skull, a pair of white and emaciated bone claws, under the firelight, not to mention how mad.

Morka has seen this kind of scene countless times. However, it still gives you goosebumps involuntarily. After all, he was just a normal human being, a poor family.

Over the course of a few months, he was not a lich, but he was more than a lich. The body is emaciated, the face is haggard, the eye sockets are deep, and he is a skeleton.

Have you ever heard of a reader who fed his author stimulants so that he couldn't sleep and could only write a good book? They also assigned the author a special lich doctor to ensure that he would not suddenly die due to some strange potion being fed. It's just going to do anything.

"We don't like to watch The Story of the Lich Paladin and His Seventy-Two Wives, so please rewrite it. Brutus, the leader, sat across from Morka's table and gently pushed the book back with his bony fingers.

"There's also The Adventures of One Hundred and One Sons of the Lich Paladin. Morka pushed back with a hard head.

"The Adventures of One Hundred and One Sons of the Lich Paladin didn't like it either. Lucy pushed back with a blank face.

"Actually, I wrote another version. Morka took out another book and pushed it again: "This is the story of the Lich Paladin's cultivation into the Holy Spirit." ”

"It's so pompous, we don't want to see it. Simon pushed back and forth.

"So what exactly do you want to see?" said Morca, who was about to cry.

Bubbles stood next to him, too scared to move.

"We want to see The Lich Paladin Sequel II. Brutus said, holding his hands crossed.

"But the Lich Paladin Sequel has already been written. ”

"We're talking about sequel two. A lich emphasized.

"He doesn't have a new story yet, what can I do?"

"He's already gone to Black Dragon City, isn't he? It's a new adventure, and we've got all the news back for you. A lich said.

"But the whole story isn't over yet, and I can't write it now. There are still so many things that are not clear. ”

"We don't care, you'll have to keep writing anyway, or we'll abandon the book!" a lich shouted.

"Oh, that's great. Morka was on the verge of tears.

"We'll kill you before we abandon the book!" a lich threatened viciously.

"That'...... Actually, it's not bad, it's better to live than die now anyway. ”

"Kill you and make you a lich and we'll abandon the book, and you'll have to keep writing and come back when we're free. In fact, we're always available. A lich added eerily in Morka's ear.

"Uh...... Then let me think about it again. "Morka's scalp is about to be scratched, his hair is falling out one by one, and he will soon become bald.

This group of readers is so terrifying that in a few months, Morka has gone crazy three times. What's even more terrifying is that the lich healed him again......

You have to admit that the lichs are still very good at healing, and curing a human is a pediatric. In order to speed up Morka's writing, they even put two more arms on him. So now, Morka has four arms and has become a "non-human creature" that can't even get out of the door.

"Well, just enough to write well. That's what the lichs say.

I can't faint, I can't die, I can't be cured if I'm crazy, and I can't get out of the door. What kind of life is this?

Morka could only quietly look at the readers in front of him, silently swallowing tears full of remorse.

If I could, Morka really, I wish I had never written it.

"So what do you want to do now? The new story hasn't happened yet, and you don't like my own water. Why don't you leave for a while, and I'll write it to you when the story happens?"

"No, we can't wait!"

"What then?" Morka spread out his hands, looking like he was being slaughtered.

"We'd suggest taking him directly to Black Dragon City, and let's go now!" suggested one of the lichs, "Come closer, so he might have some inspiration and help with his creation." ”

"Well, I think so too. The other lichs cheered, and the Lich Council quickly passed a new decision: transfer to Black Dragon City.

In the cheers, the desperate Morka "clanged", his head slammed on the table, and there was no movement.

"Wow! He's in shock again! Hurry up, hurry up, save him!"

"Let me try my new medicine ——!!

......

Just as Morka's life was worse than death, Gray and Cedric V were still in a stalemate.

The north wind blew gently.

March in Black Dragon City is still very cold, and there is even occasional snow and rain, which is wet. The whole world seemed to be encased in a bone-chilling cloud of air. Of course, this is almost no feeling for the undead knights and thick-skinned dwarves of the Knights of the Silver Moon. As for Jones, Dora, and Andrew, the three of them were left on Holy See Hill.

Gray was placed to live in the estate of Cedric V. It's not a big manor, but it's more than enough to house the Silver Moon Knights.

Most of them had nothing to do, except for Vivien and Carl, who received the task.

"We have to prepare for the worst, and if the other side chooses to attack, we have to choose a safe evacuation route. So Carl, you're in charge of scouting the defenses of Black Dragon City. ”

"Yes!"

"Vivien, you try to help me find out about the Dragons as much as you can. If Cedric V were to attack, he would most likely use the power of the dragons. ”

"Okay. However, I have to remind you that our problem now is not the dragons, but the covenant between you and the Holy Spirit. If that agreement doesn't take effect, with the power of the demon lord, we won't be afraid of the dragons at all. If that takes effect, we will face a crusade from heaven and lose the power of the demon lord, and at that time, even without the intervention of the power of the dragons, we will ......"

"I understand. Gray nodded.

"But I don't really understand. Vivien said, "If you knew from the beginning what Cedric V wanted, and knew you wouldn't give it, why did you come?"

Gray stood silently, silent, for a long moment, before he whispered, "Because I can't escape it anymore, I have come for a result, whether it is good or bad." ”

It's a tangled decision.

Gray firmly believes in the faith in his heart, but the faith in this world is distorted. Once the identity is revealed, then, it will be the end of the Lich Paladin. Gray may have no problem staying alive, but the story of the Lich Paladin is over, and everything he has done before will be turned to ashes.

"Should we distort the faith of others along with our own in order to conform to it, or should we hold fast to our faith and accept destruction?"

As is customary, Gray went to church on Sunday and looked at the statues of the gods and asked his own questions. However, there is no answer. Quietly, as if the Holy Spirit had never existed at all.

He even wanted to get a little enlightenment from the mouth of the demon lord.

The demon lord replied to him: "I will not make any suggestions to you, this is our agreement. You do what you want, and I, I will continue to support you until I think I shouldn't support you, and then withdraw my support for you. If you were really a saint, you would have already had your own answer in your heart. ”

"Is there one?"

"Isn't it? If not, why are you in Black Dragon City? Why don't you ask my opinion before you go, but after you arrive, or even after the interview?"

Gray didn't answer.

All the sounds around seemed to be silent, just like the cold weather in the north.

In Black Dragon City, Gray's life became like that of a papal monk who couldn't have been simpler. Do only three things a day.

Go to the chapel next to the manor to pray. The priests of the church were amazed as to why the paladins would prefer this chapel instead of going to the cathedral where Bishop Gustavus was stationed.

The Bible was read over and over again in the manor. Even though he had memorized the Bible all these years, holding a book was just a ritual.

Leave the manor and head to a nearby slum to pay homage to the ragged and hungry civilians. Pray for them, do what you can for them, or give them a certain amount of money.

In fact, Gray is not wealthy, although he has long been in a high position, but for so many years, he has never chased money and never sought personal gain. Even the taxes on his own domain had been cut low enough that after paying for Shelley and Richie's living expenses, as well as the maintenance of Salted Fish Harbor Castle, there was not much left. Fortunately, his military burden is very low, otherwise, he would have gone bankrupt a long time ago.

The more than 100 gold coins on his body were given to him by Camilla last year when she found him penniless.

"Gray, have you ever thought that when your identity is revealed, these people will be your enemies?" asked the black cat.

Looking at the civilians who were happily holding the flour sent by Gray, Gray was silent for a long time before he whispered: "I believe in justice and sacredness, this is my own business, and it has nothing to do with them. I'm just doing what I think is right, and what they do to me is their problem. ”

As the days passed, the Gustav soldiers guarding the manor changed one after another, and Gray's simple life was as simple as if he had lived here in the first place, as if he had forgotten that there was a great crisis waiting for him.

However, it was during this time that Black Dragon City's originally one-sided public opinion towards Gray began to change qualitatively.

"Oh my God, such a good paladin, how can anyone suspect him of being a lich? Have you ever seen a lich like this? He goes to church every week to pray, and gives flour to civilians whenever he has time? Yesterday I saw him send people to build an orphanage. ”

"Maybe he's just covering up, trying to confuse us?"

"Even if he is confused, I will admit it, listen, you are not allowed to speak ill of him in front of me in the future, otherwise I will turn my face!"

"Unless the paladin takes off his helmet in front of me and proves that he is a lich, I won't believe anything you say!"

"If such a paladin is a lich, please give me a dozen lichins!

"Really?" said Simon, a lich wearing a mask and wrapping himself tightly in various fabrics, poking his head out of the side.

"Who is this? Why are you dressed like this?" all eyes converged on Simon.

"Uh......" Simon scratched his head and said, "I'm just a passing, curious human." I just wanted to ask, you just said that it doesn't matter if Paladin Gray is a lich, are you serious?"

"Of course it's true, even if he's a lich, I'll support him!" said the fat man who had just spoken.

"Yes, we support him!" and the others chimed in: "He didn't do anything bad, so why should we oppose him?"

"Okay, thank you!" Simon turned his head and ran back, bouncing and bounce as he ran, seemingly very happy.

"What's going on? Is this man sick?" said the passers-by behind him.

......

"Good news! Good news!" Simon burst into the room full of lichs and announced in a loud voice, "The wind has changed! They support Gray now even if he is a lich!

"Okay!Happy ending!Happy ending!Hahahaha, I like happy ending!" A group of lichs cheered happily: "When the identity is announced, I will get a full set of books to ask him for autographs!"

Only the deep-set Molka face with the pen in his hand was like ashes. He whispered, "Are you sure that even if Gray is a lich, they will support him?"

"Of course, I heard it with my own ears!" replied Simon, swearing.

"What if...... I mean just in case. Morka cautiously asked, "What if they change their minds?" I have seen a lot of such things, just like the lion kings did in the past. People are blind and sometimes don't even know what they're doing. ”

"They had better be trustworthy, or ......" Brutus slapped the desk with a "snap", and then replied through gritted teeth: "We will chop up these untrustworthy fellows!"

"Yes! in the name of justice!" the other lichs chimed in.

"Well, you're right. Morka shuddered, and smiled helplessly, unusually bitterly.

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