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Chapter 335: The Fear of the Dead

Even more annoying to Adler were the growing rumors in the city about the resurrection of his predecessor, Prince Mollo Ales, Prince of Tsmisi. There is a female general wearing a mask in the Ales Military Academy, who never shows her true face, but she knows the way of using soldiers. Like a ghost on the battlefield, no one can match it. Some say that the Ales Military Academy appears to be headed by Ethan, the former guard officer of Dylan and Eliad, but in fact the person who supports the entire academy is the female general who does not show her true face. The people who could mobilize Dylan and Ethan would make them bow down to the status of vassals, and there was no one else but the dead Prince Moro Ales.

Adler was in a frenzy again, presumably some new trick played by Ethan and Dylan, and she didn't believe that Morrow was still alive, but...... There were many more, but she couldn't think clearly.

She turned and went into Roland's room, without even knocking on the door, and saw Roland sitting naked on the puppet.

Roland's movements did not stop, and the puppet under him let out a few mechanical moans, but it didn't sound as weird as a living person.

"Lord Roland is so interested." This was her usual opening line, eight times out of ten, and Roland was having fun with the doll in the room.

"I have sent the words that should be signed and the things that should be approved, why are you bothering me again?" Roland's movements still didn't have any meaning of stagnation, and even moved more vigorously and faster, and the impatient tone was followed by a few rough roars that were completely different from the sunshine's appearance, and with the last rough roar, Roland's side was finished.

Adler looked at the puppet again, still with Morro's annoying appearance, and suddenly felt strange, "Why do you still have her blood?" ”

"There's still some left, why do you have to test it again? Still don't believe she's dead? I don't have so much blood here for you to waste. Roland rolled over and jumped up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and put them on, poured himself a cup of blood, and sat down at the table, his tone full of unconscious complaints.

"Save it, maybe this puppet will be useful in the future." Adler rolled his eyes, tugged at the corners of his mouth, and sat down beside Roland.

"Oh?" This sentence made Roland interested, and he was no longer interested in everything. "What's the use?"

Roland even raised his hand to pour a cup of blood for Adler.

"I don't know what the hell Dylan and Ethan are playing to find a stand-in for a little slut?" Adler laughed, as if he was joking, and quietly changed the subject.

The expression on Roland's face changed for a moment, but it quickly returned to a picture of not caring about everything, "Ales Military Academy is no longer limited to living, if they want to continue to fight against Artiante, they must at least have a name." Isn't it a normal thing to find someone to replace Morro? Roland asked rhetorically, as if he didn't care at all.

"Of course I do. It's just that I always feel that something is wrong. Adler smiled and picked up the cup of blood in front of him, "I remember that Ethan and Dylan didn't seem to be self-deceptive people, and they couldn't let anyone pretend to be her all the time...... Still alive, right? Adler drank it down with a smile, then smiled and looked at Roland's expression.

"What is there to fear about a dead man?" Roland was still merciless in his sarcasm, and he didn't give Adler any expression.