Zigar stood on the side of the mass grave, looking at the slowly disappearing corpse in front of him with a flat look, there was no fluctuation in his heart, only when he saw the bright red agate-like statue in his hand, the trace of fanaticism in his heart would be hysterically released, in addition, if the scene was changed, the night turned into day, and the dried corpse turned into flowers, Zigar's expression at the moment would be as kind as a teacher teaching people in the field.

The whole plan of this massacre, after being discussed with the Earl of Il, was carried out by Dhigar. Let their men enter and stealthily enter the whole area of Monferrato, then pry open these apprehensive inhabitants with gold dollars, and finally use a small wave of people to provoke a large number of people into the great cemetery he had built for them, all of which ended at this moment as Dhi Qar expected.

The death of tens of thousands of people was not wonderful in his opinion, but the brilliance of the statue in his hand fascinated Zigar, and he knew very well that with such strength, the strength of the Earl of Il would be expanded countless times, and the addition of forty new knights would allow Il to balance the number of knights in the entire territory with all the nobles in the entire territory except him.

This also means that the originally scattered aristocratic forces are no longer much different from Il's in the direction of elite talents, and more importantly, the power of Earl Il is concentrated like a fist, while the power of the nobles is scattered on each individual, like a plate of loose sand, as long as Earl Il sows a few times, the entire territory can be cohesive.

In Dhigar's opinion, this kind of power was enough to attract the attention of the Count of Il, and what Il could give himself was the legal right to preach throughout Saluzo and Monferrato, but relying on others to spread and rely on himself, Dhigal obviously wanted to rely on his own more.

It's just that he looked at the three knight chiefs who were standing not far away from the Earl of Il who had sent them to help him, and their faces wore the helmets that knights should be equipped with, so they couldn't see the fluff clearly, but the cold temperament exuded by them made the people around them can't help but stay away from them so that they wouldn't be frostbitten by these three chiefs, like knights who had come out of hell, and their behavior at this moment was as ordinary as that of a farmer farming.

Zigar will be wary of his own thoughts, and then keep telling himself in his heart that Eir is not a fool, don't try to deceive him, unless you have the ability to guarantee that you will not die after being exposed.

He knew Il too well, and it could even be said that he had been with the Earl of Il the longest among all the Viscounts, and since he was a child, Dhigar had been by his side to help him, or to flatter him, and in any case, Dhigar could say with certainty that if there was one person in the world who knew him the most well, he would say second, and no one would dare to say first.

However, every time Zigal faced Il, he still couldn't see through his thoughts, Ilr was like a vase shrouded in a black veil, through which you could see the hazy bottle, but you couldn't see the true color of the flower, Il.

As if everything he showed was a disguise, and as if all the disguises were his heart, Zigal considered himself a master of psychology, who could make a man who was content with the ordinary, eager to succeed, and who could make a calm old man roar to death in the slogan of serving his country, but in the face of Il, no agitation, no provocation.

It's like Il knows what to expect if he listens to his own opinion.

It was terrible, even more terrible than the first time he killed someone.

Coming back to his senses, taking his eyes off the three people who were actually there to spy on him, and focusing on the people related to the Earl of Il, for a long time, always made Zigar constantly think of the Ilqi, and this feeling made him very bad.

It's like a person who has just accomplished a great feat and is in the mood for a felt, only to look back and realize that he is nothing more than an advocate and that it is the person behind you who really accomplishes the task, and this feeling will always make the former feel very frustrated, and Zigal is the former.

Looking at the beauty of the world he had created, Dzigar soon forgot what he had just thought, and instead immersed himself in this beautiful environment, smelling the peculiar smell of his body, and falling into obsession.

Galdimo stood beside Zigal, facing the same picture as Zigal saw, and Galdimo was irreversibly shaken in his heart for the faith he insisted on.

The massacre of tens of thousands of people, no blood, no heads, no screams, all of them entered another world in their sleep, in which they were no longer ordinary people, no longer oppressed bottoms, but high nobles, knowledgeable professors, benevolent and humble priests.

They are no longer only willing to make promises, but express their own opinions on things on their own stage, and until the arrival of death, they are enjoying the pleasure of being a high-class person, for these people, maybe death is not terrible.

But Galdimo couldn't see these dreams, all he could see at the moment was that their dreams were burned out, thrown into a hole of no form like garbage, and then buried, and their number was tens of thousands.

Faced with this, Galdimo suddenly found that fanatical faith was being replaced by something else, which in Galdimo's view was called pity.

He knew very well that it was not the first time that such a movement to quickly gain power with human sacrifices was not the first time, although it was not as large as this time, and after this time, Galdimo did not feel that this was the last, and how many people would be burned like firewood because of power in the future, Galdimo could not imagine.

A seed began to take root in Galdimo's heart, but at this time, it was still inconspicuous, but at some point in the future, maybe Galdimo's thoughts at this moment would turn his life upside down.

"Master, let's go back. ”

Where the three knights were, one of the knights said to the knight standing on the right, his words were slightly respectful, and the words in his words also showed that his interlocutor was higher in class than the person who spoke, if someone passed by them at this time, it would definitely feel strange, the three of them obviously belonged to the same knight class, how could there be a difference between the upper and lower?

The person known as the master is naturally Yir, after knowing the true face of Zighar, Yir's actions for Zigar are planned to be controlled within the scope of what he can see, especially in this ceremony, the death of tens of thousands of people, the power exchanged, of course, Yir will not give full authority to Zigar to do, for Zigar, Yir has never had a trusting attitude, whether it is before or now, Yir doesn't know why.

Obviously, Zigar is the closest person to him, the two are from the same family, and it can be said that he was raised by Zigjar, it stands to reason that Il's trust in Zigar should be regarded as a descendant, but Il has never really chosen to believe in Zigar, and even Jung is more reliable than Zigar in Yir's mind.

Il himself didn't know why this was happening, as if a voice was warning him not to get too close to Dzigar.

"Well, you continue to protect Dhigar here. “

Il nodded, it really didn't make sense to stay here any longer, he still had a lot of work to deal with, and now there was not a single nobleman from Saluzo left here in the whole of Rango, and he himself had to leave here as soon as possible and return to Saluzo to deal with the affairs over there.

And the whole ceremony from the beginning to the present, Yir has a full view, Yir only had a trace of shock in his heart at the moment when the idol in Zigar's hand shines, in addition, Yir has no emotions about the death of these people, in his opinion, as long as all this effort is valuable, if other issues are to be argued, there is no point at all.

As for the idol in Dzigar's hand, and the story behind it, Il is much more interested.

Although Il had never been to Rome or had the opportunity to meet the Pope, he was not very sure whether he could exert such magical abilities as Dzigar, but in the 18 years since he was born, he was sure that he had never seen or even heard of a power in the world other than the imposing of knighthood in this land.

This is like the magic passed on by the old people's mouth, Yir's naked eye can see that those sleeping people seem to be put in a hot and big place to be steamed alive, from the beginning of the red thread from everyone's eyes, ears, mouth and nose, to all the people after this red line is extracted into a dried corpse, Yir himself in his heart to calculate it is only a few minutes, this kind of magical power, even Yir, has never imagined.

For Il, this incident is subversive, because since Zigar, a small person who became a viscount by nepotism, can use this power, is there any other person in this world who also has this power? How many such people will there be? Is this power magic?

Or even to say, is this power a creature of God?

The logical cycle brought about by such thinking is enough to destroy all the values, worldview, and outlook on life that Ilr has established in this world, if it weren't for Il's strong person, he might have gone completely crazy at this moment because of what happened in front of him.

And after the shock, Ilr inevitably developed a strong curiosity about this power, Il believes that this inexplicable but mysterious power has not only not been seen by himself, but also by others, that is, this is a skill that is completely beyond the comprehension of people of this era, and Il always has an unimaginable attachment to such things.

Collecting his thoughts, Il turned around, turned his back to the mass grave behind him, left this land that would eventually be forgotten, and walked towards the Count's mansion, he didn't want to stay in this place any longer, Milan was his future destination.

Before leaving, Yir's eyes couldn't help but glance in the direction where Zigar was, his face was calm, his eyes were not real because he was too far away, but the hand holding the idol could feel that Zigar's mood at the moment was excited and fanatical.

At Dhigar's side, Ilr noticed that there was a man who looked much younger than himself in appearance, who he had met in a secret interview with Dhigar after his showdown with him, and according to his own introduction, he seemed to be the successor of Dhijgar's sect, named Galdimo.

When they first met, Ilr and Galdimo didn't say a word, and even his name was told to him by Zigal, so for the image of this young man, in Il's eyes, it seems that there is only honesty and woodenness.

However, at this moment, in Il's opinion, Galdimo's face was slightly pale compared to Zigal on the side, but it looked more normal under the flickering torches, Ildo glanced at Galdimo a few times, smiled involuntarily at the corner of his mouth, pinched the horse under him, and left this place.

The crows in the sky were supposed to sleep peacefully in the night, but Satan woke them up from their slumber and pecked at the rotten body to feed their stomachs for the continuation of life, which was inevitable.

Piedmont, Jonas took his friend and brother, led Mr. Nader and the three guests behind him into the dining room in his castle, at this time the restaurant had been rearranged during the time when Jonas and Nader were talking, not only the seats were increased by several seats, but also the seating arrangement has also changed a lot, from the original long table to a round table, it seems that everyone is on an equal footing, so that the newcomers will not be embarrassed because of the problem of identity.

The dinner ended happily in an eerie atmosphere, and after the meal, Jonas arranged Nader in the highest room on the third floor near his room, and then arranged Frederick and the other three in the room on the second floor, especially Frederick's room under his own room.

Since the first time Jonas saw Frederick, he was very upset by this guy's aggressive eyes, looking at himself and his friends with the scrutinizing eyes of superior and inferior people, this attitude made Jonas feel very arrogant, and now, since you don't want to reveal your identity, then Jonas naturally won't let him have such a good time here.

You can't do this kind of thing by yourself without eating or eating, but in the form of letting you sleep under me and secretly hurting people, Jonas is still very handy. (To be continued.) )