The lightless council chamber began to light up as Jason and the four of them entered. The kerosene lamps gradually illuminated the circular stage of the council chamber, but they could not dispel the darkness from the audience for those occupying the stage. At the same time, there is something different in these fires from other light sources that are purely used for illumination.

The four people who entered the stage were the first to notice this, and these different things were the various emblems that lined the perimeter of the stage, and next to each of these totem pole-like emblems was a white oil lamp. At this time, these oil lamps are lit with dark red flames.

"As you can see, each of these emblems on the edge of the stage represents a force in the royal capital. They are your listeners tonight. Jason, doing his job as a guide, explained to One-Eye.

"The light next to the badge represents their attitude towards you. The current dark red flame represents neutrality, and if the flame turns blue, it means that they question your plans or promises. A bright red flame means they approve and are willing to fight alongside you. As for the flames extinguished...... That means they want to quit. ”

"It's not the same information I received. Ms. Aimia has not assigned me here to persuade them, but to give instructions to all, including you. Although he couldn't hear the sound of his voice, everyone could tell that One-Eye was not happy when he said this. Indeed, the original plan of Cheese and the Witch was to let One-Eye act as their spokesperson to directly lead the dark inhabitants of the royal capital, after all, when it came to mobilizing such a large number of forces, both the mage and the witch had to admit that One-Eye was more experienced.

The humanoid black shadow bowed slightly after hearing One-Eye's words, and said.

"Yes, my lordship. Lady Greene and Miss Emia have long been leaders of the city's darkness, and all the forces present have received their help. It's an undeniable fact and the reason why these people are sitting here. But ......"

"But they're not sure if the witch family that has lost Glynn is as strong as it was before for a group of witches whose age equals strength, right?" Roland's voice came from under the wide brim of his hat, and the light left a cast on the old man's face, making it impossible to see his expression at this time.

"That's right. Jason said, bowing his head.

"This is betrayal. Lothar whispered. In the eyes of this chivalrous warrior, the actions of these dark dwellers are betraying the witches.

"Don't say it so badly, human. A cold voice came from one direction of the auditorium. Looking from where the voice came from, a tombstone and shovel could be seen as an emblem, "We just don't want to die in vain." Besides, it was Glynn who helped us, and the woman Aimia didn't do much. ”

"That's the patriarch of the Edward family. They are the burial bearers of all the dead in the royal capital, and they are also the largest ghoul family in the entire blue lion. Jason whispered to a few people.

"Ghouls? I thought the filthy stuff wouldn't speak. The networm muttered, a look of disgust on his face. No normal girl would like ghouls, not even spider tamers.

"You're talking about moss wanderers, those low-level ghouls really don't have the ability to think rationally. Roland explained, "And this Edward family, I'm afraid it's not that simple. ”

"Yes, the Edwards are a family of soul keepers. They believe in death and respect it. These ghouls have strict precepts, which are very different from those of their blood-drinking kind. They will guard the new deceased, bless his soul to its place of return, and then purify their dead bodies. All the cemeteries and cemeteries in the royal capital are their domains. The black guide introduced.

"Sounds like some kind of creepy monk. Lothar said.

"Soul Keeper?" Roland repeated the name softly, and in the old man's memory, he had some impression of this ghoul. As if thinking of something, the old man leaned over to One-Eye's side and whispered something to the latter's ear.

After listening to Roland's words, One-Eyed nodded imperceptibly, and then spoke.

"Perhaps what you have done has not reached the point of being called betrayal, Mr. Edward. However, it seems to me that in this storm, there is no difference between inaction and running away. I can't imagine the Soul Keepers of a noble tradition leaving their guardian tombs behind and letting them be eaten by the mad nezumi. Think about it, if we can't stop this plague, how many suffering souls will not be delivered?"

"I'm not saying we're going to sit idly by, Mr. One-Eyed. We're just, just trying to get a little more commitment. I don't think any of you here want to be pawns in the hands of wizards and witches, right? Even if we defeat the plague and its spreaders in the end, what will it cost us people?" replied the grim voice.

The Ghoul Patriarch's words drew a chorus of approval from the audience. The dark inhabitants of these royal capitals did not want to abandon their long-established garrison, but if the cost of protecting the territory was too heavy, they would not be unrecognizable. After all, they are not human beings, and there is no reason to fight to the death for the plague.

"Now it seems that Cheese has really given us a difficult task. These guys don't trust us at all. The Count of Montenegro said, looking around.

"Please be quiet, everyone. One-Eye stretched out his hands and pressed them downward, signaling the audience to be quiet, "I'm sorry, I'm just a human. A human being who is much more fragile than you are. I can't give you any specific casualties estimates. ”

With these words, the discussion once again came from the audience.

"But, though I cannot tell you how many of your people will die in this storm, nor can I tell you whether we will be victorious. But I can guarantee that in this war, we will never be pawns of wizards and witches! I can guarantee that when we are fighting, the gray wizards in your mouth will be fighting the same as you! When you are facing death, we will never take any less risk than yours! This is not a war of wizards or witches, this is our war! We are not fighting for gray robes or other colored things! We are fighting to defend our homeland! No one can take our city from us, whether it's the plague or the rat people!So, I beg you, join this war! Let them know who this belongs to!"

One-Eye's words were sonorous and powerful, and she fully exploited her talent as a leader. When she finished saying this, Lothar almost had to applaud her, and compared to his own simple combat mobilization, the Count of Montenegro had to admit that the gang leader spoke better.

"Outstanding speech. Jason also whispered.

But neither Networm nor Roland spoke, the brim of the old man's hat blocked his expression, and as for Miss Mercenary, judging from her frowning brow, she didn't seem to like one-eyed words like Lothar beside her.

Silence, silence in the auditorium as the one-eyed voice still echoed through the air of the council chamber. For a long time, even the last note turned into a quiet wind, but none of the firelights next to the emblem changed color in the venue.

Cold sweat soaked one-eyed back.