"Not anymore, he's not that Easter anymore, no longer my god. ”

With a roar like a wounded beast, the empty castle suddenly erupted with terrifying magic, and the entire castle was turned upside down by the magic.

In this endless torrent of magic power, countless magic patterns were dissolved.

Frank sat in place, watching the countless magic patterns around him continue to dim, and Ralph's expression on the side became more and more gloomy.

"Do you know how much energy those patterns have taken me?" Ralph asked in a low voice, his voice as calm as possible, but the space around him had begun to distort.

"I don't know, but I can see that it is a lot of effort, and there is a great risk. Frank replied.

"So, have you figured out how to make amends?" asked Ralph, his eyes narrowed, he now looked closer to a viper than Frank.

"How's your magic apple?" asked Ralph.

"Sorry, my apples are not in stock, and they are all customized. Frank's eyes took on the shape of a snake, and his voice stiffened.

"yes, it's a pity. Ralph said, looking into Frank's eyes.

"Of course, you should know, don't you?" replied Frank.

"Naturally, I know, there's nothing I don't know. So don't make small moves behind my back, Mr. Frank, those are all things that can't be put on the table. Ralph said, "On this continent, you don't spend a fraction of the time I do." ”

Frank didn't speak, but nodded, and then the two of them turned their eyes to the circle on the side again.

But where Ralph couldn't see, in the area represented by those dark circles.

In Ramikis's castle, the lord of the city, Ramikis was sitting in his seat, and in the corner beside him, a graceful snail slowly crawled out, and behind the snail was a strange handle.

Ramikis seemed to have lost his patience and rushed over, grabbed the snail and took the microphone off.

"Who are you, what else do you know?" Ramikis roared into the microphone in front of him.

"What I know, you don't need to know, I just need to know, you already know, I need you to know something. The snail's mouth opened and closed mechanically, and a man's voice spat out of the snail's mouth.

"Ralph deceived me that the man in that jar wasn't him. Ramikis said in a cold voice, "But, the guy in the jar, occupies his body, and his face!"

"Shameless thieves are really shameful. The snail continued.

"And your powers can't hurt him, you should have found out, Mr. Ramikis. The snail said, "It should be good to see that the divine power that you are proud of and use to build on it has no effect on him at all." ”

"In pure flesh, that damn priest seems to be better than you. The snail's voice said with bewilderment: "So, do you admit that you need strength?"

The snail said, and then a golden sapling slowly grew out from under the ground, after piercing the luxurious, but now dusty, carpet.

"How about an apple that symbolizes desecration?" the snail's bewitching voice sounded again.

"Apples?" Ramikis muttered.

"Yes, an apple that represents desecration, and if you eat it, your power will be changed, and you will have the qualifications to destroy that impostor. The snail humbly said, "It's good business, isn't it?"

"So, what is the price?" asked Ramikis, "there is nothing in the world that is not earned for nothing, so why on earth would you give me this apple?"

"And why are you telling me about that Easter?"

The snail quickly replied, "I am a merchant, Mr. Ramikis, and I buy all kinds of interesting goods, and this apple is only one of them. Believe me, commodities are meant to do what they should. ”

"As for that Easter, it's a sales pitch, and some side perks. The snail said, his tone sweet and greasy, as if it smelled of blood after devouring people.

"I hope you can understand, Mr. Ramikis, that I paid the price. Snail continued: "I value this deal very much. ”

"So, what do you want from me?" asked Ramikis.

"Oh, my noble Lord Ramikis, the god of the proud and noble God of Shadows, one of the twelve city lords of the most powerful blood clan on the continent, a powerful legendary hero, and the right and left hand of the great Lord of Shadows. The snail said in a flattering voice.

"Naturally, I don't make those excessive demands, I am a businessman who knows what to do and what to do. The snail said.

"Just say what you want!" Ramikis said with a frown.

"Of course, of course, Lord Ramikis. ”

"I just want a little, a small reward. ”

"Your "everything", how's that?"

"Soul, body, memory, will, everything. This is the insignificant price you have to pay for eating this apple, your "everything", Lord Ramikis. Everything that represents Ramikis will be completely erased. ”

"Disappear from existence, Lord Ramikis, that's my quote. ”

"There's no room for counter-offers, there's no room for negotiation, there's no room for discounts. ”

"The moment he eats the apple, the original Lord of the Bloodline, Ramikis, will disappear and be replaced by "Accardo", a demon of blood cursed by eternity, a creature who is closer to death than the Grim Reaper. ”

Ramikis looked at the snail in front of him with a humble tone, and there was nothing in his eyes.

"Is that just the price?" asked Ramikis.

"Of course, that's all it takes, and you can get rid of that replica, and by the way, you can get rid of the guy who cheated on you. The snail continued.

The next moment, Ramikis suddenly stretched out his hand, and with a squeeze of the void, the snail that was originally on the ground instantly turned into meat puree.

At this time, at Ralph's side, the corners of Frank's mouth rose slightly by an arc.

"What's wrong?" Ralph asked.

"Nothing, just a ridiculous thing to remember. Frank replied.

Ralph frowned at Frank in front of him, but in the end he didn't say anything, and instead focused his attention entirely on the circle in front of him.

At this time, in the poet Albert's lower town, Anderson, whose strength had disappeared, and the unconscious Esther were hiding in a small dwelling.

However, the difference is that this time the original owner was not beheaded and thrown in the garbage.

An orc girl in Anderson's silver-white coat was carefully tending to Easter's injuries at this time, and his internal injuries were almost healed.

Most of the injuries on East's body are injuries that fell on the ground after being knocked away by Ramikis and then picked up by Anderson.

It seems that external injuries are more difficult for him to heal than internal injuries.