"So I'm going to see what my elite knights are up to for the best of the Feast." Moxiso gritted his teeth, "As a result, he was watching a movie with the sixth princess?" ”

Mosin touched his nose and had the heart to say a few words for an innocent little guy.

was interrupted by Morgan's suddenly angry voice, "You're still going to let him continue to drive the feast?" The balance of humanity and divinity in his body has been broken, and if this continues, no one knows if that harmless little guy will slaughter us all like Hannah! What the hell are you thinking? ”

Mosin was shocked, Mosin was confused, Mosin gave up thinking.

"Your Majesty didn't stop you, did you?" Moxiso chuckled, "As for the fear that Fran will go mad, it is not, as long as the feast lasts for a day, the feaster will not allow Fran to go mad." The gods are more afraid of being lost than we are. Furthermore, anchors are needed for the fixation of human nature, and Fran is fortunate to have two anchors that are still quite strong. Isn't it? ”

"What about after that?" Morgan's voice turned cold, "You must know that even if you win the bet with Valhalla this time, it will only make those insatiable nobles covet the feast even more!" You don't know about their dirty methods! ”

Mosin silently opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say that he seemed to be a nobleman or something. But smelling the increasingly strong smell of gunpowder between the two, he still knowingly remained silent.

"Morgan, you know. I don't belong here. "I can only tell you that if Fran has to have a feast in his hands. Think about what happened to Konstantin, the handover of the Norton Pavilion is not just my will. ”

Morgan was silent and did not speak again.

Seeing that the atmosphere seemed to have eased somewhat, Mosin asked with some confusion, "Moxiso, why do you think that Fran can still help you test drive after hearing that you decided to throw away the life of a human?" He scratched his head, "If it's me, I wouldn't have worked under such an irresponsible boss anyway." Mosin was not aware of the gradually cold atmosphere in the monitoring room, and said to himself, "For money? The rent of the Norton Pavilion is now relenting; For the right? I have heard that His Majesty has the heart to marry the Sixth Princess to that little fellow; For love? Tsk......"

Morgan sighed faintly, this stupid lack is hopeless......

Moxiso pressed the message with a blank face, "I remember that you were working on the topic of increasing the spiritual resonance of professional soldiers recently, right?" ”

A terrified voice came from the other end of the communication, "That's right! ”

"An elite officer of the Broken Sword Legion will come to your side later, and tonight, I will see three test reports."

"Okay! I'm going to prepare the lab equipment! ”

Hanging up the communication, Moxiso looked at Mosin quietly, "Go by yourself, or will I take you?" ”

Mosin swallowed, looked at Morgan who was staring at the surveillance without squinting, and finally stood up tragically and walked out, could he not go? That high-sounding experimental project will definitely work on the Broken Sword Legion on the front line in the end! This wave, this wave is called the black-bellied researcher to grasp the weakness of honest and honest soldiers!

Watching Mosin walk out of the monitoring room depressed, Morgan said, "So what did Hannah do in the end?" ”

Since that night, as the head of the Inquisition, he has been sitting in the surveillance room located in the deepest part of the precision gear, constantly observing the twelve people who have been forcibly quarantined here. No way, even a disqualified god was once a god. The spiritual pollution attached to the divine remains is no longer comparable to ordinary evil. In front of these surviving heroes, it is impossible to be too careful.

"I took some of the materials, and let Valhalla pull the rest."

"It's not like you, so generous." Morgan raised an eyebrow.

"It's just an empty shell, and the divinity has long been eaten away by people." Moxiso snorted coldly, "We are put on the table, and even if we don't do it in the end, that so-called rotten giant rat Hannah will be turned into a puddle of ashes due to the great lack of divinity." ”

"Do you know who it is?" Morgan froze in place as he held his beer.

"I have some clues, but I don't dare to think about it." Moxiso laughed at himself, "The things behind the scenes are no longer out of my reach." ”

"Huh?" Morgan was confused. "How?"

"I found a guy and asked her to run around the ruins of the swamp temple and find the unlucky guy who died on the first day in Zixi's file." Moxiso paused and took a deep breath, "Do you remember what it was described in the archives at the time?" ”

"I'll think about it......" Morgan recalled slightly, and then recounted the words in the file word for word, after all, he was not a waste to be the director of the heresy inquisition. On the first day of excavation, he entered the swamp to clean up the silt, and during the cleanup, one person fell deep in the swamp and unfortunately died, mourning for him. I will take care of his wife and daughter. ”

"The one who died was Zixi." Moxiso's indifferent voice sounded, but it was like a thunderbolt from the sky, shaking in Morgan's heart, he suddenly got up, looked at Moxiso in disbelief, and his throat stirred, "That ......"

"The empty altar, and the last sentence of the file, 'I've got ......what I wanted,'" Moxiso scoffed, "Five days is enough time for that monster to gradually eat away at the replacement of Zixi." ”

"Can you catch it?" Morgan's voice was slightly cold.

Moxiso shook his head, "You've been underground for three days, and three days is enough time to change a lot of things. At the moment when Hannah fell to the ground, Zixi was summoned by His Majesty and subsequently appointed as the new bishop of the state church. ”

"State religion?" Morgan's eyes widened.

"Yes, the doctrine has not been announced at the moment, it is still in the preparatory stage, and the so-called Valhalla is the escort of the state church." Moxiso sneered, "The situation has changed, that guy seems to be begging for more than eternal life......"

After speaking, Moxiso chuckled, "I'm a person, why can't I drink too much, why do I lose my words after drinking when I smell alcohol...... Let's go, the tuning of the new feast is not finished yet."

Morgan clutched the already wrinkled can in his hand, his face was cloudy, and after a moment he sat down abruptly on the ground, drank all the wine in one gulp, and flattened the can and smashed it on top of the wild ghost armor that was on standby at all times.

"Meow? Seems to have something fun meowing. Meow, my damn curiosity. "A graceful little black cat sits in front of the iron door of the Norton Pavilion, stretching out its snow-white paws, licking its paws continuously. The old butler's face was solemn, and he did not come out of the small door that was opened on the side, but opened the door with a solemn face, bowed respectfully, and said nothing.

"Meow? A follower of Lady Hustle? The black cat jumped over and lay in the arms of the old butler, "I've been staying here for a while lately." ”

The old butler whispered yes, and then the gate slowly closed, and a man and a cat walked towards the inside of the manor.

"Yikes! What a cute little kitten! Mo Lin's voice rang out. Was it caught by Mr. Butler? Let's call it Dark Cloud in the future! ”

Mo Lin happily stroked the black cat, not noticing the cold sweat gradually dripping from the forehead of the old housekeeper on the side.