When Victor, dressed in a black trench coat, appeared inside the church, all the nobles present stared at him with wide eyes and full of consternation.

It was as if the man in the distance was an absolutely impossible existence for them.

Looking at the figure in front of him, the nobleman who took the lead in pulling out the long sword from his waist was even more stunned in place.

Ah, who?

What did he just say?

There was a dead silence in the church, and all the nobles did not dare to make a sound, so quiet that even a feather on the ground seemed to cause an echo.

The bright sunlight shines through the stained-glass windows, sprinkling colorful lights and shadows on the golden ground, adding a touch of eerie to the solemn atmosphere.

Immediately after, in the crowd, a nobleman finally whispered:

"Victor...... Clavenna? ”

The name is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in circles.

Immediately afterward, the interior of the Golden Chapel instantly reverberated from the tranquility of the cacophony, like locusts passing through.

Everyone's questions and exclamations mingled into a cacophony, and even the candles around seemed to flicker.

"Victor!?"

"He said he was Victor?"

"Huh? Isn't Victor already dead? Could it be a resurrection? ”

For a moment, panic, panic, confusion, shock...... Spread out in the crowd.

After all, Victor's name was a thing of the past for them.

And now, Victor actually reappeared in front of them?

This, how is this possible!

The nobles denied the idea for the first time,

Coming back from the dead, this kind of thing is too shocking to their worldview.

In particular, the nobleman who was the first to draw his sword, turned his sword from Prisis to Victor in shock.

Despite his brutal behavior, his frightened body betrayed the fear in his heart.

His trembling eyes were fixed on the man in a black trench coat in front of him, even though the other party's appearance was so similar to the former Victor.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hand holding the hilt of his sword was covered with sweat.

"You...... Are you really Victor? How do you prove it! ”

The nobleman's voice trembled.

But before the words fell, a sharp air flow instantly broke through the air.

Sou!

With the sound of breaking through the air, an invisible sharp curved blade slashed across the edge of his face,

Barely noticed, a scar was cut on his face.

Blood flowed from his face, and a warm touch cut across the nobleman's skin.

The nobleman reached out and touched his face, feeling the warm bloodstains.

When he saw the blood on his fingers, his horror was palpable.

And the blood mark on his face became clearer and clearer.

Something just happened.

Magic? No chanting, no circle?

Instant release?

Thinking of this, the nobleman's heart hung inexplicably.

His already trembling body became even weaker at this moment.

The frightened heart pounded, and the breathing became more and more rapid.

In his mind, he frantically searched for the man's shadow.

The only mage in the entire world with this level of strength.

Eventually, his gaze finally returned to the man in front of him.

Finally, his gaze was fixed on the man in front of him again.

The other party still maintained that elegant and calm posture, and there was no superfluous expression on his cold face.

The iconic black trench coat seemed to be more ethereal in the wind just now.

But the man still put his hands in his pockets and behaved calmly.

Arrogant.

Every bit of temperament on his body shows an unquestionable arrogance to the nobles around him.

Just like the man from the empire ten years ago, with a gesture of disregard for all the nobles.

Now he has the same self-confidence.

"That's the proof you want?"

This is as good as that moment.

At this moment, all the nobles present couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

They seemed to be carrying heavy 10,000 pounds of stones on their shoulders, and their hair was upside down with sweat all over their bodies, and their clothes were soaked with sweat.

They know that this intense sense of oppression does not come from any specific action of the man.

It's the fear in their hearts that comes from the depths of their memories.

The mage who had cast a deep shadow on them, even after the last ten years.

His presence still leaves an indelible mark on their hearts.

And now.

They turned their heads almost tremblingly to confirm the last glimmer of hope in their hearts, and turned their gaze in the direction where Ria was.

Neither Bishop Michaela nor Leah showed any surprise in the face of the man who had been dead for ten years.

It was as if everything was expected by them.

As for the Marquis of Sanchel, he bowed his head in contemplation, his fingers caressing his chin, as if he was thinking deeply.

It seems that the Marquis of Sanchel was also completely unaware of it.

But now, things get tricky.

After seeing Leah's reaction, every nobleman realized that something was wrong.

It's broken, they're in the pit!

It's not that they really believe that the man in front of them is Victor, it's that they don't dare to bet.

No one dares to bet on whether the man in front of him is Victor or not.

Because if they lose the bet, the consequences are not as simple as their lives.

Why did the tiger man beside Prisis beat them, and these nobles were not afraid at all.

Because they have confidence, they bring a lot of people.

These nobles are very confident that once again, this tiger man is definitely not their opponent.

But Victor is different.

Ten years ago, the mage was known for his wide-area, high-damage blasting magic.

The places he bombed may have grown some plants as a result.

Even the wheat fields that had been harvested in the year by Shulben were blown up by him.

But other than that, the original place is not left at all.

When he came to the kingdom, Victor bombed twice.

But once it was the commercial street of Wangcheng, and once it was the territory of Laurien's mansion.

If it weren't for the great cost of rebuilding, it's hard to say if there would be these two places today.

As for the losses? Who would dare to go to Victor for a loss fee?

really annoyed this master, it's definitely not as simple as losing his life.

They may have to be careful that the kingdom loses half of the map as a result.

Therefore, they must be prepared to face the man in front of them, which is Victor.

In other words, in terms of force, it will definitely not work.

They will have to talk by reasoning.

Whew—

A crisp, sharp, frosted sound sounded.

All the nobles put their weapons back into their sheaths at their waists, and then everyone silently took a step back.

This is not a confession, but a respect for proper negotiations.

After all, they had faced Prisis, a Bloodliner.

To treat the enemy, it is necessary to use the means of treating the enemy.

But now it's Victor, and Victor is human.

Humans are their compatriots, so we must have respect for our compatriots in the face of humanity!

One last word.

This is not a confession!

The previous nobleman also quickly put away his long sword, clasped his hands into fists, bowed slightly, and said respectfully to Victor:

"Dimension...... Count Victor, I didn't know it was you...... It's my faux pas. ”

Whether Victor came back from the dead or someone else in disguise, they had to treat him with respect.

In any case, standing in front of them must be a powerful mage.

He was able to create invisible wind blades that cut the Rank Western warriors without using the use of chanting, and was so fast that it was difficult to catch.

If he is serious and wants to kill, he just needs to raise his hand.

Hearing this, Victor chuckled:

"I thought your kingdom didn't recognize me as an honorary earl."

Seeing this, the faces of the nobles of the kingdom present suddenly changed slightly.

As nobles of the kingdom, they were naturally familiar with the meaning of these stars.

In particular, the title of Victor was granted by the Grand Duke himself.

A person's appearance may be disguised, but the count's star is beyond doubt.

This is the true status symbol of the kingdom.

The probability that the man in front of him is the real Victor has increased by a few points.

At this moment, the nobleman standing in the center of the crowd had cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and he was in a dilemma.

If he had known that this would happen, he would not have said anything and would stand up as a bird.

But who would have thought that Victor would come back from the dead and still appear in the kingdom?

At this moment, he deeply felt that he was really completely pitted by the Marquis of Sancheel.

Just when his heart was depressed, Victor's calm voice sounded again:

"I remember I saw you, you were ......"

"Count Victor, I'm Willis...... Git ......"

The nobleman hurriedly spoke, but was interrupted by Victor before he could finish speaking:

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

He said casually, and the understatement made the nobleman's face instantly stiffen.

Immediately afterward, Victor's gaze swept over every nobleman present, and finally settled on Prisis in the back.

She covered her mouth with one hand, and even the trembling pupils overflowed with wetness.

Apparently, Prisis recognized him at a glance.

Victor responded to Prisis with a faint smile that put her at ease.

His gaze turned again to the nobleman who had stood up first, and said calmly:

"To continue what you said earlier, you expelled Prisis because you were afraid that she would suck the blood of other humans in the future."

The scene was silent, and no one dared to take over the conversation.

Even Count Willis, who was at the forefront, was sweating profusely at the moment.

They knew that the expulsion plan against Prisis was doomed to be impossible at the moment Victor appeared.

Because everybody understands that his relationship with Prisis -

"As Prisis's father, I should be fine if I let her suck my blood."