"Oops!"

"You guessed it right!"

"You're so smart!"

Prince Dickens gently patted Urus on the cheek with a cold blade, and the sound of laughter rang out.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, let me live, I won't say anything."

"I don't know anything!"

"I won't tell anyone about you, not even the Holy Church, I won't say ......"

Urus struggled desperately, begging for mercy in a somewhat trembling voice.

"I am a person of integrity, and of course I will keep my promises."

Prince Dickens chuckled and commanded, "Come, stop the bleeding." ”

"Yes, sir." The manservant walked up, took gauze, blocked Bruce's severed hand, raised his hand slightly, and cast a simple magic to stop the blood gushing out of the other party.

"Thank you, Your Highness, Thank You, Your Highness!" Urus hurriedly thanked him, not daring to have the slightest resentment in his heart, he was too aware of the gap between himself and the nobles.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is a big man with infinite scenery, who has climbed all the way from a citizen to a city assistant, and has also received the support of the church, which can be described as unparalleled.

But in fact, he knew very well in his heart that he was just a dog in the hands of the nobles and the church.

With the real aristocracy, there is no comparison at all.

Not to mention the royal family among the nobles, this is simply a cloud and mud difference.

Prince Deakens is one of the best young members of the royal family, and has recently been battling another prince, His Royal Highness, for the crown prince succession, and has a chance to become king in the future.

How dare Urus resist?

How dare you be disgruntled?

Ants should lie on the ground honestly, and any struggle is self-defeating.

"Come, take the cloth off his eyes." Prince Dickens sat back in his seat and commanded.

"Yes, sir." The manservant saluted respectfully and walked towards Urus.

"No, no, no, Your Highness the Prince, I was wrong, I didn't dare to look, I don't know anything, I won't say anything......" Urus struggled violently, he knew very well that once he saw the other party's face, he would die.

Prince Deacens won't let go of anyone who has seen him.

"You're really smart...... I'm kind of fond of you......"

"It's a pity that you are so smart that you should know that only the dead can keep secrets forever."

"What a pity!"

"In the next life, remember to ...... the right master"

Prince Dickens waved his hand and made a disposing gesture.

The manservant's face was expressionless, and he just raised his hand slightly, and untied the black cloth that covered his eyes.

As soon as Urus saw Prince Deakens' handsome and cold face, his eyes went dark, and he was completely unconscious.

A silver needle was stuck around his neck.

He's dead.

Prince Dickens looked at Urus's frozen expression and shook his head, revealing a look of regret and pity: "Oh, I forgot, you don't have a next life......"

Prince Dickens snapped his fingers lightly, and a purple-black flame rose up in Urus's body out of thin air.

"Ahhh......h

As the purple-black flames burned, a painful groan that was hard for ordinary people to hear rang out in the room.

The manservant still bowed his head respectfully, as if he didn't notice.

Prince Deakens, on the other hand, enjoyed it as if he could hear it, and crossed his legs and leaned back in his chair to watch the flames and corpses burning.

From Prince Deacens' spiritual perspective, a soul emerged from the corpse and was covered in extremely hot purple-black flames, struggling and gradually perishing.

Destroy all the forms and gods!

This strange purple-black flame can actually burn the soul directly?

Prince Dickens stood up and walked slowly out the door.

After Prince Dickens left the room, an invisible quaint door opened out of thin air, sucking the corpse, along with the burning purple-black flames, into it, leaving only a white skull.

The valet picked up the skull and left the room.

After a few moments, the valet walked up to a dark wooden door, pushed it open, pressed the mechanism, and walked to an underground chamber.

The manservant lightly pressed the wall lamp button on the wall, brushed it, the wall lamp lit up, and pieces of shelves appeared in the perspective of the man, and on the shelves, all kinds of skulls were placed, and they were dazzling.

At a glance, there are at least tens of thousands.

There are humans, there are aliens, and there are aberrants......

The manservant, expressionless, holding the skull, walked to an empty shelf and placed it on it.

With that, the valet turned and left the underground chamber.

As the valet left, the lights went out.

……

Yorick Cemetery, in front of an unremarkable tombstone.

Blake held a quaint wooden-framed magnifying glass in his hand and carefully examined the tombstone.

This is a very special search seal.

Codenamed 3-0197, the name is a magnifying glass for ancient scholars.

The effect is relatively simple, that is, to provide users with a certain archaeological analysis, and the price that needs to be paid is just thirst.

There are no additional side effects, except that the use time is relatively short, only 2 hours a day.

This is a seal with a relatively small negative effect.

[...... has been turned over in three months]

"Sure enough, it's here." Blake looked at the magnifying glass and could be sure that this was the place where the iron coffin was stored.

But it's a little strange why did Salom IV bury his iron coffin here?

If it's for refining corpses, or for other sequences of potion rituals, it's too strange!

Gravedigging belongs to the Grim Reaper's path, and Salom IV is not at all an extraordinary person in this path.

How could he make an iron coffin and bury it here?

"This matter is very strange, maybe the disappearance of Salom IV has something to do with it......" Blake thought so, without hesitation, he took the shovel that had been prepared long ago from his back, and began to dig.

If you want to get to the bottom of the matter, you have to dig out what is in it.

One time.

Two clicks.

Three times.

Soon, the earth was dug up, and a brand new coffin made of iron gradually emerged.

"Found it."

Blake made a closer look, and on the outside, there were no traces of magic signs or magic rituals.

Obviously, this iron coffin does not depict a magic array or a psychic circle on the outside.

As for whether there was anything inside, Blake wasn't sure.

After all, if the degree of sealing is high, it can be completely hidden.

Just as he had just stood on this piece of dirt, he would not have known that an iron coffin was buried inside if it had not been for the seal.

His spiritual perception was disturbed.

Therefore, he can only use the peculiarity of the seal to determine the location.

Blake put the shovel away, took out the magic pendant, and began to protect himself, chanting incantations to strengthen his defenses.

"Blessing of Strength!"

"Fortify your defense!"

"Min's blessing!"

"Enhanced Recovery!"

With the blessing of several special light abilities, Blake was already fully armed, with a faint light floating on his body, and all kinds of protections had been filled.

When everything was ready, Blake walked over to the iron coffin, lifted the shovel, and lifted it with a strong twist.

"Boom!"

When the coffin was pried open, Blake saw the figure inside, and the whole person was stunned.

This...... This is......

Lying in the coffin, it turned out to be himself?

He's dead?