"My lord, Count Bronk is a silver-rank powerhouse, and the little heat plague potion I have left on hand will hardly do anything to him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Monroe told the difficulties he faced in a serious way, and after tearing off the disguise, he didn't even call "father" anymore.

Despite his dislike for such guys, Mephistopheles didn't let his preferences influence his decisions. As soon as Monroe finished speaking, black smoke spread from the statue.

The black smoke, with its rotten and fishy smell, began to gather spontaneously towards a certain point, and it didn't take long for it to condense into a black crystal the size of a pinky fingernail.

"It's ......"

Subconsciously, Meng Luo reached out and used the crystal block that fell from the sky, and his light brown eyes showed a blank look.

"I've already processed the crystals of the abyssal breath, and no one will be able to smell it. As long as this kind of thing dissolves in water is not drunk by a knight of the Golden Rank or above, there is absolutely no reason to survive. ”

Mephistopheles' explanation made Monroe extremely excited, this kind of thing can already be regarded as his strongest hole card, how can he not be excited.

Monro did not doubt the correctness of the other party's words, because all the legends have extremely exaggerated descriptions of the Endless Abyss, especially the aura in it, which has become the source of the fall of many gods and heroes.

But only "insiders" like Mephistopheles know that the abyssal breath is not as terrifying as the legend says, and even if it plays some role in the fall of gods and human heroes, it definitely does not rise to the level of "root cause".

The only thing that can be the root of their fall is "the bottomless pursuit of power" and "the incomplete control of their dark side".

Therefore, how much effect this thing in Monroe's hand has for the knights of the silver rank, before the experiment, only Mephistopheles himself can understand it.

"All you have to do is deal with Bronk, and Aelo Deflo and Bell Morte don't need your help. ”

"Why, sir? Didn't you just say ......?"

"Fools, of course Eru and Bell must die, but not at your hands! they are the scapegoators for your father's death, is the Silver Knight's death to be attributed to 'cold fever'?"

"I've always felt that this matter is not very safe, my lord, let's settle it, so that I am the only heir. Even if the other nobles of the Frozen Coast were suspicious, they wouldn't have done anything to me. ”

"Where does your confidence come from?"

"You probably don't know much about the aristocracy. If I die, there will be no heir to the 'Morte Collar'. Whoever came to accept this fiefdom was a provocation to the Act of Succession, which was intolerable for the aristocracy. ”

"Then they will be able to tolerate you? Once you succeed in inheriting the title, won't it set an alternative benchmark? Won't the future inheritance be more ruthless than anyone's heart? Anyway, if you kill all the heirs, you can inherit the title, and all the undesirable guys will fall into madness. ”

"You're going to be hanged by them, there's no doubt about that!"

"No, I'm a special case. ”

"Exceptions?"

"I have an advantage that no one else can match! The Goddess of Winter has fallen, and the Bronk has no gods to worship, so even if I do it again, there will be no phenomenon of killing me and letting the temple take over the territory. So ......"

As he spoke, Monroe seemed to think of something, and the whole person fell into silence.

"By thought, your father's god is dead, isn't it the same for the other nobles of the Frozen Coast?"

"And what will they do to me, my lord?"

"I told you, you're going to go to the gallows. ”

"Where's the territory?"

"The temple will take over. ”

"Impossible!" Meng Luo's face was frightened, and he said in a hurried tone, "The temple of the goddess of winter has long been broken, and the goddess has long since died!"

"Yes, but the other temples are still there, and the other gods are still alive, though most of them are asleep. ”

"Other temples?"

"When your father was studying in Lanstel City, he gave a lot of money to the Temple of Dawn. ”

"But my father is not a believer in the god of the dawn, as the entire frozen coast knows. ”

"yes, but who cares?"

"This ......"

"No one cares about the will of a dead man, unless he is the Undead Sovereign. The nobles of the Frozen Coast will need to kill you without breaking the Act of Succession to ensure that their descendants don't get carried away. The Temple of Dawn needs to find a new hero to expand its influence, and the premise of this is a territory. ”

"I can prove that I am his son, and I can prove that my father is not a believer in the god of the dawn. ”

Monroe is like a drowning man who has grasped a straw, desperate to let go.

"Besides, even if you weren't dead at that time, you weren't far away, so who cares what you think?"

Mephistopheles said with a smile, quietly shattering Monroe's last extravagant hopes.

"It's all up to you. My lord, I listen to you. ”

Monlo muttered quietly, apparently Mephistopheles' account hit him hard.

He once complained about the unfairness of fate, his father's partiality, his brother's perfection, and his brother's arrogance......

He always thought that he was very capable, and if he was not the best one, he must be the best one. But on the night he talked to Mephistopheles, he found that the "self-righteous clown" might be the best evaluation of himself.

The plans he designed, the things he considered, under Mephistopheles' analysis, turned into sand castles piled up by children on the shore, beautiful and imaginative, but when the tide rushes, it becomes scattered.

became a pawn in Mephistopheles's hands, and Monroe's heart was naturally very unwilling. He wanted to break free, and wanted to use the help of the other party to shake off the shackles brought to him by the other party, but the failure again and again told him that his so-called city, strategy, and overall view may be just a child's play in the eyes of this demon adult.

"Maybe it's an opportunity, even if I can't escape your grasp, but I should let you win it less easily. ”

As soon as the thought came to him, Monroe suppressed it in his heart, and he had not forgotten Mephistopheles's "mind-reading" ability.

Sunlight shone through the yellowed window paper, leaving a dappled patch. What's even more interesting is that the sunlight that enters the room fills the Monroe who sits on the chair, but the statue placed on the table is shrouded in light.

"It's dawn, you go out. ”

Mephistopheles whispered to Monroe, who was in a state of distraction, in a kind tone like a priest presiding over the burial of the deceased......