"True Ancestor, Glory?"

After hearing Captain Mist's demagogic words, the old lich on the podium scoffed: "We are a special group of wizards, not some kind of true ancestor's doglegs......"

"What about your reverence for the True Ancestor?" Captain Mist raised an eyebrow.

"Awe?"

Sir Ulrich's figure shrank more and more, and soon shrank from a height of more than ten meters to the size of an ordinary person, but his voice was as loud as before: "We are in awe of Him, just as the little girl behind you is in awe of you...... Respect, fear, but won't love Him, right, little Nikki. ”

The banshee walked out of the shadow of the misty captain uneasily, glanced at the 'work' sign on the old lich's chest, and lowered her head: "Mentor." ”

Sir Ulrich was the old lich who had taken her out of the Sahara Desert, and the teacher who had taught her to start eating dead bodies and gradually get used to the demonic temperament.

At the sight of Jazz, she easily remembered her struggles in the desert, the spicy taste of the beetle still lingering in her mouth, and then the experience of that day in the captain's chamber of the Mist, and the despair and sweetness that welled up on the tip of her tongue.

Suddenly, the banshee burst into tears.

The old lich walked up to the banshee, raised his hand and pressed it on top of her head, and said softly, "...... Any growth comes at a price. You've slowly become a true lich. ”

Captain Mist watched silently.

As a proto-species demon, it has always had a hard time understanding the sensitive and cowardly knots of the lichs. In its view, it is a natural thing for a demon to eat a wizard, just like a wizard drinking water and eating meat, and there is no reason to demonize for such a trivial matter. But as a big demon, Captain Mist is wise enough not to say the wrong thing to the wrong person at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

After appeasing the Banshee, Sir Ulrich turned his gaze back to today's main guest.

"Say what you came from, Mist. He repeated the previous question, his tone and expression a little more serious than before.

Captain Misty tugged at the brim of his hat.

"There's no need to be so serious," he said, with a fake smile on his face, his eyes as cold as ever, "I just wanted to remind you that mayflies are only safe when there are enough of them...... And now, the wings of the newborn mayfly have not fully spread, and the old mayfly has been overhunted by hunters. The people of the True Ancestor are in danger. ”

"It's all nonsense. The old lich shook his head, apparently not satisfied with the guest's answer: "You are not young anymore, you should know that the war between demons and wizards never stops...... The demons are always in danger. ”

“...... We need to unite all the forces that can be united," Captain Mist did not heed Ser Ulrich's taunts, and continued, "The Kraken intends to launch an attack on the First University to liberate his compatriots trapped in the Black Prison. So, we need your help. ”

Sir Ulrich looked at Captain Mist with the eyes of a fool.

"Do I look stupid?" he raised the slender cane under his robe and tapped the floor with a crisp sound, "The Lich just likes to stay in the lab and do research, but that doesn't mean we don't hear anything going on outside the window...... What's in the black jail, what are you going to do, what are the preparations in school...... Some things don't happen in a day or two. Nikita still walked out of me. Why do you think we're going to take advantage of you?"

"No, it's not a win-win, it's a win-win. Captain Mist had no embarrassment on his face after the lie was exposed, and his eyes were as calm as ever: "We have your support, your clan can be replenished with fresh blood in the school, your elders may get the spoils of war in the black prison, and you yourself can also get the appreciation of the True Ancestor and the respect of the entire demon world." ”

The wrinkles on the old lich's face did not tremble in the slightest, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

"It's not enough. The thin staff in its hand stomped on the floor and made a clanging sound: "If you are really sincere, you should have sent us an invitation half a year ago...... And not on the eve of preparing for departure. ”

"What's the difference?" Captain Mist replied with just the right amount of confusion on his face, "Aren't you prepared accordingly?, if I'm not mistaken, more lichs have returned to the Yellow Lands in the last six months than in the last ten years combined." ”

Nikita hung her head, trying to reduce her presence, lest the two ugly bigwigs realize her presence.

After hearing Captain Mist's words, Sir Ulrich finally fell silent.

Holding on to its slender staff, it walked down the spiraling staircase to the second floor of the Wizard's Tower.

Captain Misty followed behind it.

Nikita walked at the rear.

The old lich's voice flowed like flowing water from front to back, trickling into the hearts of the guests: "If you want to send troops to the Yellow Lands, it is not enough to convince me, I am only one of the king's staff...... And I must warn you that the timing of your arrival is indeed a bit unfortunate. A revolution is brewing in the Yellow Lands...... A revolution in religion and spirituality...... The other elders were more concerned about it. ”

"Religion...... Revolution?" Captain Misty raised his eyebrows vigilantly: "Whose is it?"

"Our own. The old lich's answer was always somewhat unexpected: "Every year, every month, every day, when new lichs are born, it is always difficult for them to adapt to their new identity...... It's not good. The Yellow Land is a giant laboratory, not a mental hospital. The old people are a little tired of this kind of thing. ”

Nikita was deeply touched by this.

She wasn't the only lich in the Yellow Lands who had trouble accepting the consumption of living wizards. There are many new generations of lichs like her, who are spurned like the dregs of the race.

“...... So we're brewing a set of thanksgiving rituals. Sir Ulrich said, "Many of the lichs you mentioned returning to the Yellow Lands have actually returned for this purpose. They don't know what will happen to the Black Jail. ”

Captain Mist was more interested in the old lich's previous words than the purpose of the returning lich.

"Thanksgiving ceremony?" the corners of its mouth curled slightly, and it asked with interest, "Can you explain it briefly?"

"When a sorcerer eats meat, he doesn't eat it while repenting of that piece of meat. For the new Lich to change this mindset, then repentance can be turned into gratitude...... A grateful heart can give the newly-born lichs the courage to be themselves. ”

Before he finished speaking, the slender cane in the old man's hand was lit on the door of the entrance on the second floor.

Rumble!

As if the giants had been dragged by them, the two doors opened outwards with force, driving a gust of wind through the hall that blew the corners of Nikita's robes.

In the hall on the second floor, an even more gloomy aura came out with the wind blowing through the hall.

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