"Lev Schwarrog, one of the council members of Spark City."

As he said this, the middle-aged man withdrew the long sword in his hand, and since he didn't have any scabbard on his body, he just pinned the sword to his waist.

"Hello, Esther, Mr. Schwarrog. I haven't heard of a council in Spark City. ”

The council system sounds similar to Silver City, but according to what Veronica said earlier......

Thinking of this, Esther couldn't help but glance sideways, and happened to see that the three residents of Spark City were standing straight, including Veronica also hanging her head respectfully, and several people seemed to have quickly prepared their psychological construction, ready to meet the middle-aged man's angry scolding in the next second.

The moment Esther turned around, the middle-aged man's hand subconsciously fell to the hilt of the sword, which became almost an unconscious reaction when the other party showed his flaws, but Lev quickly restrained this urge to "harvest" - the crow was still staring at him with indifferent eyes.

Lev cleared his throat until Esther looked at him again, and the middle-aged man with red, rough skin continued, "We abandoned the title of 'council' a long time ago, and hundreds of years ago, we were accustomed to using 'chief' as a pronoun. In fact, Schwarrog is the surname of all 'chiefs', and my name is just Lev. ”

Esther subconsciously asked, "So, you belong to the same family?" ”

"No, I can't tell you more about the specifics. Oh, wait a minute. ”

Lev turned to the three Veronica behind him, his brow furrowed, and his voice immediately became louder: "You idiots! Leaving your post without permission during patrols? Hurry up and hand in the harvest, and now, go to the training ground immediately to get my penalty! Get out of here! ”

"Yes!"

Veronica, Pyne, and Zola answered in unison, then trotted down the ramp to Spark City, eager to stay out of Lev's sight, never looking back.

Seeing this scene, Esther couldn't help but smile, looking at the expressions on the faces of the three people, it seemed that they all felt a sense of detachment from the matter of receiving the punishment, it seems that the temper of this "chief" of the husband is indeed not very good, and now it is because of outsiders that it has been restrained.

Lev's tightly knit eyebrows did not loosen, almost twisted into a word: "And now, it's time for us to have a good talk, Your Highness." ”

Esther was stunned for a moment, but the crow on her shoulder let out a sneer, and then tugged at Esther's hair: "You can give him the sword, otherwise this coward will sulk by himself, and he won't dare to ask you for it." ”

Lev's eyebrows flattened with embarrassment, and there wasn't much expression on his tense face: "I thought you'd not come back here again." ”

Esther handed the hilt of the sword backhand, and Lev remained silent on her rather easy-going attitude, just continuing to stare at the crow.

The raven did have something to say, and some of it was meant to be addressed to Esther, for the sake of her instructions: "Medici was dead for a long time, but he is now alive again as an evil spirit, but your faith is no longer alive, and the army is long gone." ”

"We know that we are just guarding the memory of an old bone, and this guard is more than 2,000 years." Lev was not shaken by those words at all, he pressed the sword in his hand vertically downward, pressing it to the bottom of his palm, "But the reason why we are still continuing is because faith does not die, Your Highness the Son of God." ”

The crow snorted from her nostrils, and then scratched Esther's hair again: "You, discuss it with this fool yourself." Although the name 'Zoya' has long since disappeared, the story of the lark is also familiar to you. ”

Lev didn't show much surprise, but only looked at Esther twice, and then struck his body with his fist and pointed out the gesture of the cross: "Praise be to the All-Knowing and Almighty, may the sword of the Angel of War always be sharp!" ”

Do they still believe in the Medici? I've been here for so long...... No, Silver City still believes in Darriberg, but this belief is completely cut off from the outside world, and Medici is unlikely to respond now. After all, does He really care about such a small city?

Esther was a little dazed, she was still digesting the information revealed in those previous words, and she always felt that there was something strange.

But the raven opened her mouth and urged Esther, "Don't you want to go and see?" Go into town, he'll invite you like that anyway. ”

Lev's cheeks twitched visibly, and he looked reluctant: "Yes, if you wish, I will also show you the other three 'chiefs'." ”

Esther noticed that the other party's tone had become more respectful, was it because Amon brought out the legend of the lark? Did this middle-aged man who looked very serious believe it?

No, maybe it's just because of Amon's identity that the other party misunderstood something.

Esther followed Lev and descended the ramp, gradually approaching the crooked complex.

Esther made a rough estimate in her mind, comparing Spark City with the city she had seen before, although its size looked huge and magnificent, but it covered much smaller area than Silver City or Dream City, if it weren't for Lev's still there, Esther would have asked Raven curiously what those words meant by the two before.

But because Lev was present, Ester remained reservedly silent, quietly observing everything in her field of vision.

Iron cages are erected at both ends of the ramp, and black accumulations are burning inside, giving off the strong smell of burnt organic matter when it is carbonized, and the temperature of the surrounding environment gradually rises as you get closer to the location of the city.

Esther noticed a small door on the side, where two people were looking nervously, and Esther didn't know if they were nervous to see her stranger, or because they saw Lev with a straight face next to her.

However, Lev obviously did not intend to take her there, and he glanced at Esther: "Can you give me back the power you took before?" ”

When the former was transformed into a flame lance, he tried to detonate the flames directly, but Esther backhanded stole his ability to control the flames and never returned them.

Since the other party lowered her face and spoke, Esther also seemed very indifferent, but she secretly regretted that she hadn't had time to try it yet.

But this "chief" seems to be no stranger to the abilities of "thieves".

Esther flicked his hand, and the extraordinary power was returned to Lev, and a blazing white fireball rose in his palm, and this fireball bounced upwards violently, exploding into a large field of bright red flames in midair, like waving a flag.

It was only after seeing such a conspicuous signal that the city's wide, spiked iron gates tightened their winches and rose up to the murmur of the iron cables, turning into a slowly open mouth to welcome the "guests" it had not seen for many years.

When the old door opened, Esther heard the movement of "bells, bells", which kept repeating and had its own rhythm.

It was not the sound of a bell, but the collision of a hammer with a creation.