Francis fearlessly spread his hands and said:

"It doesn't make a difference, if I can purify them once, I can purify them a second time."

The guard tilted his head and struck mercilessly, "Really? You're the only one who thinks so, right? ”

At this moment, the carver who had been hiding in the chapel and did not come out ran out as if he was dying, and shouted in a broken voice as he ran: "Hell, Alice, Hercules, the statue of Hercules is alive!" ”

Alice, Francis, Richard, and the three slowly looked back at the giant statue of Hercules in the chapel.

Hercules was activated by the guards to distort the essence, and at this moment he had been transformed into a demon stone statue, and the demon stone statue with a height of more than ten meters and dozens of eyes could break the record of similar monsters in the church.

The carver who had just run out ran to the back because he didn't see the road, and crashed into the guard, falling on the road.

The carver saw the pointed beak on the guard's head, and then looked at the surrounding row of demonic stone statues, his white hakama soaked with urine.

The marble palm, larger than a man, slapped next to Francis, and the marble pavement of the entire street shattered.

The guard looked at the carver who had fallen in front of him, and said softly, "Thank you very much for carving1, I took a lot of effort to choose this stone in the first place. Originally, it would not be nice to carve the image of a bright god, but you don't know why you changed your mind and added so many eyes, great! ”

The Duke of Celtic would have liked this image, and the Goddess of Death would have loved it even more, and the guards were so sure.

The carver shuddered, not knowing how to reply to the guard's inexplicable soft words: "Uh... Hehe... I..."

The guard didn't wait for the carver to finish, he suddenly put away his smile, and a sword killed the carver.

Francis had been trying to keep the blood from flowing in the city of art, but the guards did.

Richard, who was holding 'Pfister' on the side, looked back and said tremblingly, "Alice, it seems that we have to say goodbye to your good friend." ”

Now Richard finally understands what May means when she says that joining the company is not a good thing, except for shoveling the remains of monsters every day and sending them to the furnace, he has to face death with his master, Francis.

Seriously, he began to understand why Francis was not interested in making a fortune with the moon house.

He really wants to go back to Wales now and continue to shovel the remains of monsters...

But he looked at Francis, even though his situation had deteriorated to such an extent, his face did not change, but turned his head and asked him, "Scared?" It's okay, I'll get used to it later. ”

Now it's time to take a roundabout approach, with Francis slowly lowering Solomon's sword to the ground while motioning for Richard to lower his musket and get Alice to stop activating the dreammaker's abilities.

Francis looked at the guards and said calmly: "If you didn't kill us directly, it means that you have other intentions." ”

"Now it's time to speak, we all agree with what you say."

The palm of the demon statue was several meters wide next to him, and Francis knew that if they wanted to have a chance to reverse the situation later, they had to obediently lay down their weapons.

Now being slapped into a meatloaf and it all comes to an end.

Alice chose to trust Francis unconditionally, raised her hands and walked to his side, and said alone:

"We can't surrender."

Francis looked back at Alice, and the voice replied: "Of course we don't surrender, we have to fight all the time, I just need a chance to get close to their master, please believe me." ”

"If I hadn't believed you, I wouldn't have raised my hands right now, just don't kill us all."

"Is it possible that you asked to provoke the demigods?"

Alice choked on Francis's words and did not speak again.

The guard saw that Francis was now obedient and obedient, so he didn't have to continue to fight, and he said: "I didn't expect you to be so talkative, so let's give a notice in advance, the prophecy says that if you die on the full moon, you will have to die on the full moon, understand?" ”

After saying that, the guards opened their hands and controlled the statue of Hercules back to its original appearance, continuing to create a big joke that Hera was so peaceful.

Francis replied after the statue of Hercules returned to its original position, "Don't believe the prophecy, Mr. Knight, for there will always be another full moon." ”

The guards still came over with three pairs of connected leg cuffs and let them wear them on their ankles.

"When you're dying, I want you to keep saying that."

Francis replied, "No problem. ”

Francis and his party, under the supervision of the guards and accompanied by a row of demonic stone statues, raised their hands and walked all the way to the Celtic Duke's manor, which was not far from the Colosseum.

Francis looked at the huge Colosseum as he passed, as if he had a premonition of something.

When they met the Duke of Celtic, the Duke of Celt sat on a high seat, hidden in the shadows, looking at Francis and Alice.

The three of them staggered and stood in a line, waiting for the Duke of Celtic to speak his first words.

The guard next to him said first: "Duke, they are here." ”

"Alice, do you like the clown costume I put on you?"

The Duke sneered, and finally showed his face in the shadows.

"Or, you should have found a stage three potion. Didn't find it? It's okay, it's with me. ”

Several of the Dream Spike tentacles poked their heads out of the shadows at the same time, and one of them placed the Stage 3 Elixir Alice had been searching for right in front of him.

Alice still raised her hands, but finally broke everything down:

"Hera would never have thought that the Duke of Celtic was the same demigod who actually controlled Hera and caused the demon statues to overflow."

"Hidden in the shadows for hundreds of years, is it worth your trouble for a stage three elixir?"

Hearing this, the Duke's expression suddenly turned cold, and with a flick of his fingers, he rendered an illusion world full of terrifying howls, enveloping the entire manor.

The Duke leaned back on the back of the high seat and returned to the shadows.

After a long silence;

The Duke of Celtic said with unconcealed sadness in his tone:

"It's been so many years, I thought Hera died yesterday."

When Queen Hera died, the Duke of Celtic named the city after her as a sign of mourning.

"You're just jumping clowns, stage three potions are nothing to me, but the goddess of death sent down an oracle for me to find Francis, the blasphemer."

After the Duke of Celtic advanced to the demigod stage, he was obsessed with sleep and rarely woke up, which was also an occupational disease in the high stage of the dreamer.

Dreams are so beautiful, why sink into a chaotic world?

Until the goddess of death woke herself up for the first time.

The Stage 3 Elixir was not even water to the Duke of Celtic, it was just a simple bait.

The Duke of Celtic propped up his face with his hands, looked at Francis like a bug, and continued:

"The goddess should not be disturbed by you, and neither should I."

"It's a pity, without Armand, I can't wake up and hear the best piano music in the mainland."