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"Elif, you seem to be worried about today's events?" High Priest Miles sat on the throne of the Lord, and the golden white sacrificial robe seemed to be able to refract the light, looking extremely luxurious.

Opposite him, Viscount Elive-Arthur also sat in a chair, because he was so short that his feet were hanging in the air, and it looked a little ridiculous, so that his fat body covered the entire space of the chair, and at this time, his trademark smile turned into a wry smile, and his brow was furrowed, as if something was undecided.

After hearing the high priest's question, he shook his head slightly, and said with some uncertainty: "The bastard is just a chess piece, it's nothing, but Lady Merry must be manipulating this matter."

This old woman is going to die or not, after all, people are not at ease, and since they dare to throw out the arrogant words of cleaning up all the Chaos Cultists in three days, they must have something to rely on, and I am afraid that something bad will happen. ”

"Three days, do you think Apophis, the Chaos Serpent, is so easy to handle?" High Priest Miles was a little unimpressed:

"Your Majesty, after all, you haven't been here for a long time, and you don't know a lot of things. But even if it is just imagination, a family that can be inherited for 3,000 years, a surname that can stand to this day, although it looks extremely weak now, can you guarantee that they have no hole cards?

It's not that I'm alarmist, but right now, even if the Majesty of the Saint-Lance Empire was invited by them, I was not surprised in the slightest, after all, that one had a relationship with Curtis Igor back then. Iref tried to explain:

High Priest Miles was slightly silent, but insisted: "Maybe I have not been here for a long time, but because I have not been here for a long time, as a bystander, I can see the weakness of the Igor family more clearly, rather than deifying them like you. At the end of the day, they're just a family.

However, your worries are not unreasonable, and it is better to be cautious. ”

"Is Your Majesty going to suspend your actions first?" Iref was overjoyed, but in the next second, he even had the heart to cry.

"Hold off? Why hold on? It's the Chaos Church that can't stand it, they're doing killing and sacrifice, what does it have to do with us?

Moreover, I think that the bigger the trouble, the better, and that with enough chaos, death, and fear, more believers will throw themselves into the arms of our Lord. ”

"However, now it is clear that the Igor family already knows something? I'm afraid that they will implicate us in the affairs of the Chaos Cultists, and when the time comes, they will hit the muzzle of the Igor family, and they will not be afraid to make a wedding dress for someone else?"

"Muzzle, the background? Or that sentence, you look up to the Igor family too much, even if that one comes?

Maybe it is thousands of years of weakness that have made you forget the glory and power of the gods, but that is the gods, the peak of the world, and this is the era of the arrival of the demon tide, and the era of the rise of the gods. ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, what do you mean Lady Fortune has instructed?"

"You're asking too much, you just need to know and you're in control.

Let the Igor family perish in three days, the city of Ilmassu is destined to be the domain of my lord, and I will surely become the chosen one!

Now, I think it's other people's play that we need to be afraid of. ”

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Uptown, Marquis Gustave's Palace.

The night had gone deep, and the whole Marquis's palace had fallen silent, and most of the servants and attendants had fallen into a deep sleep, except for the room of the Marquis in the center, where the light still faintly came through the window.

The Marquis of Fitch-Gustave sat in the rocking chair in the room, the expensive fur blanket covering his body, leaving only a thin head outside, which seemed to be driven by the circle of rocking chairs and the sparse gray hair on his head.

He was really very old, as a pure Terran bloodline, a first-order professional, one hundred and twenty years old was the theoretical limit, but today he was already one hundred and fifty years old, and he had been in charge of the Gustav family for more than fifty years.

He witnessed the succession of Harvey Igor to the throne of the Grand Duke, the love and wedding of him and Madame Merry, the birth of six children of Igor's blood, and their deaths.

Once, he was just the most ordinary existence in their generation, there were too many geniuses for him to look up to, once, he envied the wonderful lives of those strong people, envied their attention, once, he was just the most inconspicuous existence in the family.

But with the passage of time, he found that the genius was withering, the strong were falling, and they all withdrew from the stage of history.

And he, a man who could only look up to others, actually became one of the three ministers of the Rose Collar, and became the pinnacle of power in this land, so that those strong men remained respectful in front of him, and those geniuses craved his appreciation.

At this time, he understood that he did not have amazing talents, no profound wisdom, and no force to reach the sky, but he lived longer than these geniuses and strong people, so he had everything now.

But he is really old, and the old one has no strength to conquer even the beauty he once loved the most, and the old one makes him afraid of death.

The right hand was raised, stretched out from under the warm blanket, it was really an old arm, the flesh was dry, the skin was loose, the veins of bones and green tendons were clearly visible, and there was a dullness unique to the old man between the movements, exuding twilight and aging.

Feige stared at his arm, the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a strange arc, and at the same time, he straightened up and straightened his waist, the speed and speed of his movements really did not look like an old man.

However, what is even more strange is that just between his backpalms, the arm began to expand strangely, the flesh and blood were full, the skin was tight, and in the blink of an eye, the arm became strong and powerful, the muscles were bulging one by one, the five fingers were together, and the fist was clenched, and the ripples of power visible to the naked eye actually splashed ripples in the air.

This is definitely not the arm of an old man, or rather, even among professionals, it is inevitable that only a strong person who specializes in taking the route of strength can have such a strong and powerful arm.

"It's over, it's over. Sacrificing the souls of millions of people in the city of Ilmassu is bound to be able to please the master, strength, longevity, eternal life, all this is no longer a luxury. I finally don't need to live on this aging shell. ”

After saying that, he lay down again, and his flesh began to dry up, his complexion began to grow old, and he became the old man in his twilight again.

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Uptown, the residence of the Minister of War.

Under the light of the magic lamp, this was the third time Eliad had picked up the letter, and he had memorized the contents of it, but he couldn't help but read every meaning between the lines, as if trying to see something.

The letter was not very much, and after reading it carefully, he couldn't help but fix his eyes on the red ink mark of the red ink on the envelope, when he put the parchment down again.

Over the years, he was familiar with the marks left by the seal of Grand Duke Igor, and he felt the power, power, duty, faith, and eternal glory contained in this pattern more than anyone else.

That is really the belief of countless people, and it is because of this belief that the rose collar can survive in this land.

"This should be the last temptation, right? It's also the last choice for me and the Wood Elves behind me?"

"O Igor! I used to think it was as clear as a stream in my eyes, but now it seems like a deep pool that is unfathomable. ”

"Muen-Sparta-Igor, I'm really curious, are you the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Harvey?"

"But that's fine, that's fine! The oath of the elves does not need to be broken after all, and I, as a soldier and a warrior, will not be tarnished, and this may be the best outcome. ”

"Igor, as it was three hundred years ago, let us trust you once. ”

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For many, it was a quiet night, the stars in the sky had been bright for a long time, the summer night was still sweltering, the fragrance of roses wafted in the air, and the patrol camp on the corner was still careful.

But for some, it is destined to be an unquiet night, as if the calm before the storm is accumulating, precipitating, and accumulating strength for the final outbreak.

Then, in this tranquility, another quiet day passed, and it was not until the next night that the storm really began!