"Baron Placido Mullins!"

"Be careful with your words!"

A bard in a green hat stood up to the scene.

The white feathers on the hat seemed to tremble slightly from his anger.

"You're a mere bard, and you think you can stop me because you're special?"

The bard did not expect that he, who had always been popular, would also be humiliated one day.

But it is indeed a fact that their status is not comparable to that of nobles, and even their professional status can only be raised by nobles.

"You!!"

"My status cannot be compared to that of a noble nobleman, but why should you erase our merits?"

The bard questioned in a low voice.

The blood-stained faces and eyes that could never be opened again appeared in his mind.

This is a war that can be praised as epic.

This war has produced countless heart-stirring heroic deeds, and their poems should be spread far and wide.

But if these heroes are not rewarded accordingly.

So a story is far from being fulfilling.

"Am I not telling the truth?"

"What contribution have you, and those untouchables behind you, contributed to this war?"

"Why did they take some of the land?"

Baron Placido Malins' face flushed, he was visibly drunk.

But this is not what he is saying.

Seeing the lowly commoners take the cake that belonged to his own class, Baron Placido was as uncomfortable as the death of his family.

Oh no, there are still quite a few people in the Malins family, and he won't feel distressed if he dies.

So it's okay for a dead man, but not for moving your own cake!

Even if it's just a little bit of it!

How dare those dirty hands come to the table?

"Just because you hide behind while they fight."

"And you nobles!"

"I've only seen us followers of the Lord of the Great Dusk fighting on the battlefield, and what about you, lords?"

"Phew!"

Baron Placido's face turned even redder for a moment, as if he had been poked by something, and then shouted loudly.

"We are noble mystical sorcerers, and our role is to suppress the other party's sorcerers!"

"You pariahs know what sorcerers!"

"Do you know what mystery is?"

"Ignorance!"

He approached the bard, his mouth pressed for zozole.

The bard was momentarily intimidated by his imposing presence and could not speak.

Baron Placido smiled with satisfaction, then stopped and looked around with a smug look.

"See no ......"

"Praise the Lord of Dusk!"

A faint voice from a distance suddenly silenced the entire banquet for half a minute.

Baron Placido, who was then interrupted, had a slight annoyance on his face.

What's going on?

He wanted to go out to check, but directly ran into a frightened figure.

Baron Placido's drunkenness sobered up for a moment, and then he stammered.

"Great, High Priest......

"Hmm...... It turned out to be Baron Placido Malins."

The high priest looked at the person in front of him with a calm gaze, and then it seemed as if he had suddenly realized.

"Haha, it's a shame that the High Priest remembers my name......

Baron Placido laughed dryly, and at the same time wanted to strangle himself a few minutes earlier.

Let yourself say so much.

Let's hope the high priest didn't hear it.

But alas, it seems that things are going in the opposite direction to what he begged for

Develop.

"I heard you just say that you suppressed the other man's warlock?"

"I'm here to know which of the other warlocks you've stopped."

The High Priest said lightly, and a vague killing intent filled the air.

"This, this......"

Baron Placido was speechless at this time, like the bard just now.

He could clearly sense the killing intent that was close at hand, licking his skin inch by inch.

If you really can't answer, then according to such a ferocious degree, you may not be able to live.

"All the warlocks on the other side have joined the fight, and I don't know if there are any more free."

A flat voice rang out in the middle of the banquet.

All the nobles hung their heads, their eyes dodging, and they didn't dare to make eye contact with Darren.

"And what about us?"

"When I was on the front line, were you confronting their dead parents?"

"Poof......

Behind the High Priest, a man couldn't help but laugh, but quickly stopped.

"It's okay, just laugh, I'm not a strict person."

The high priest's voice was soft, but in the ears of the nobles, there was an inexplicable meaning.

"I understand that you have been pampered for a long time, and it is normal to cherish life."

"But you can't deny their merits in any way."

"Go out into the wilderness, and see how many members belong to them."

"Enjoying what others have taken away from their lives, how do you say these words with peace of mind?"

The language grew more and more intense, but the high priest then changed his words.

"Of course, I'm not denying your role, but whoever belongs is whoever."

"As for ...... now"

"Let those who are outside come in, and they should have the joy of victory."

Soon the door was opened, and countless people poured in.

Outside, a bright flame rises and illuminates the city.

Countless cheers rang out, a celebration that belonged to the entire Order.

The bard had withdrawn from the banquet and joined the crowd.

Looking at the flames rising in the bonfire, he couldn't help but chant:

People in a hurry,

Please stop.

You will hear the messenger of the Lord of Dusk,

Confessions in Loneliness and Loneliness:

Quietly I'm gone,

As I came quietly.

The moment of parting,

It will make the flowers around you bloom beautifully.

Over the plains where the heroes slumber,

Walk through a demon-infested valley.

For every silent land,

Brought the blessing of the Lord of the Dusk.

The people of the earth sang for Him,

The trumpet of the pioneer sounded because of him.

Countless people followed in His footsteps,

There are endless words of His majesty.

O little soul,

Never be able to comprehend the protection He gives.

At the end of the road paved with flames,

It is the place of eternal peace.

There is no need to be furious with grievances,

There will be no more conflicts of interest there.

O singing people,

Remember.

He is not a lowly slave,

Nor is it a numb machine.

Where there are people,

Wherever He comes, he will come.

Because of His mission,

It is to let the flowers bloom in every pair of eyes.

On the way to the next junction,

Those who remain behind,

It will be that sea of flowers in full bloom......