Although the mage himself didn't notice, the others, including the Ghoul King, could clearly sense that something was changing in Cheese. The original mage is like a walker who doesn't care about everything, even when facing enemies, what Cheese does is to find the most concise and efficient way to fight, and will never waste any magic and physical strength. But the battle before their eyes was anything but like that, the people in the room couldn't see the mage's face, but the sound of the cheese alone would make them shudder at the emotions contained in it.

"Tell me, why did you do this?" Cheese asked his opponent in a condescending tone, which was actually quite funny, because the Ghoul King was much taller than him. But with the blessing of the magic surging between his robes, no one thought this scene was funny, especially the patriarch Edward who was facing the mage at this time.

The ghoul shook its head in an attempt to free itself from the fear of magic, and the feeling of being stared at by a creature big enough to kill you was just too bad. However, the lock of magic would not be so easily shaken off, and after several unsuccessful attempts, Patriarch Edward bared his teeth as if resigned to his fate, "Why? How can there be so many why? We are ghouls, inferior creatures in your eyes, parasites in the crowd, even in the dark, we are the most despicable beings. So, isn't it a matter of course that we are bewitched by the devil, ruled by our desires, broken our oaths, and killed our allies?

"No, I never thought so. Cheese's face was obscured by shadows, making it impossible to tell if his icy tone was stating the facts or just humiliating the enemy, "The Soul Keeper shouldn't be like that. You should know better than we know what death means, don't you? Why can you kill your friends so easily, why can you kill lightning so easily?"

"Hehe" The Ghoul King laughed after hearing the wizard's words, and although the smile was not easily recognizable on its ugly face, the short syllables of its hoarse voice still made people understand that it was laughter, "Do you really know us Soul Keepers, mage, or are we just an insignificant page in the vast knowledge you see from books?" It spoke, pulling out the shovel pinned to its waist from its wide rag cloak, which might be suitable for ordinary people, but it was a little small for the ghoul's swollen body at this time. Patriarch Edward pestled the shovel on the floor of the hallway, and Cheese noticed that the shovel was clearly some years old, and that the head of the shovel was covered in minor scratches and breaks, even the wooden handle and the sackcloth hand on it were stained. "Today, I should die here. So I need to make you guys understand why we Soul Keepers, Edward, are here to be where we are. ”

"I, the patriarch of the Edward family, the chief undertaker, the gravedigger...", the doomed ghoul, waved his shovel lightly as if performing some kind of ritual. "I once used this shovel to bury a thousand people with mercy. I have witnessed how they have left the world of the living and fallen asleep into the bosom of the earth, and I have witnessed the appearance of each of them when they died, and I have done my best to repair it with all my might. I know death far better than you do. ”

Call... With Patriarch Edward's words, some smoke began to appear around it, which was faint, but it had an eerie smell that only a cemetery could have. The Ghoul King's eyes lost focus in the memory, and the whites of his eyes, which had been densely covered with bloodshots, began to return to normal. "But so what? I've seen too much of your human life, you've taken your life too lightly, you're insensitive, you're stupid, you're not valuing what you have! You're willing to let it all down for the sake of those illusory futures! Do you know how many tears I've seen? Do you know how many lovers' tears I've seen? Oh, it's ridiculous, those tombstones I built, they were always covered with flowers in previous years, but when the vivid memories fade, it's up to us to clean the cobwebs. Humanity does not understand death. So, instead of watching you waste your lives, let us Edward rule over you and teach you the value of life!"

"That's your reason?" the mage asked, "that's why you betrayed us?a human kingdom ruled by ghouls? It seems that you are indeed digging graves and digging fools for this... This damn reason is betrayal. As he spoke, Cheese's figure instantly appeared in front of the ghoul, his right hand clenched upward, and the sturdy patriarch Edward was pulled into the air by the neck of an unknown force. "Haven't you ever thought that this country you are looking forward to is actually the same as the so-called future of those you buried? Patriarch of the Edward family, leader of the Soul Keepers, what is the difference between you and humans? In this case, what qualifications do you have to criticize humans?"

The ghoul choked by the throat naturally had no way to answer Cheese's question, it waved its limbs in vain, and when the shovel in its hand touched the air in front of it, the iron vessel, which had been stained with too much death, made a "hissing" sound. A flash of light sent the Edward patriarch back to the ground, and while the mage was still surprised at why his magic had been cracked, the ghoul had an earlier insight into the situation. "Haha, poor wizard, it doesn't look like it's a good day!" the monster cried, and its muscular body, two ends taller than the grey robe, slammed into Cheese's body with a dull thud. The wizard was struck, and the whole person involuntarily flew backwards, fell to the floor and slid into the room.

"Hell. Cheese struggled to his feet, his lips bitten by himself, and a line of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. Rao was a mage's knowledge, and he didn't expect that the ghoul's unsightly shovel in his hand would be able to break his own magic, but the current situation didn't allow him to think about it. The battle has begun, and before one of the sides between him and Edward falls, Cheese must put all his energy into the fight.

"Get up, boy, let me see what the gray robe is capable of!" The shoe-wielding enemy rushed to the front in three or two steps, and the ghoul king held the shovel high, slammed the sharp side down and slammed it down on the mage's head!

"Poof!" blood, splashing. Cheese subconsciously wanted to summon the thorns to help him defend himself against the attack, but Colanty's fainting apparently also made the ring on the wizard's hand temporarily ineffective, but fortunately he changed his move in time and blocked it in front of him with his left arm, preventing the shovel from attacking directly to the head. But the pain in his arm was also a reminder of the disadvantage he faced. Cheese flicked his gray robe with his right hand, and the robe turned into a large amount of mist and rushed up to surround the enemy, and he quickly rolled deeper into the room, distancing himself from the ghoul.

"The same trick won't work a second time. The shovel swung and scattered the mist back into a gray robe and fell to the ground. Patriarch Edward stepped on the status-symbolizing garment, holding the tip of his shovel against the top half of the grey robe, as if intending to tear it apart. But how could the robes from the Grey Tower be so easily destroyed? The ghoul tossed the robe into the hallway outside the room in a fit of rage, turning its head and pointing it at Cheese with a shovel.

"Hopefully, you'll be as strong as your robes, mage. ”