Seeing Lance's pensive look, Libert smiled slightly.

To communicate with smart people, you only need to click on the words.

At this moment, Ike suddenly spoke: "Lance, no matter who wants to use our two brothers, my sword is the first to disagree, and no one can do it. ”

With that, he gave Libert and Bruce a meaningful look.

The corners of his mouth curled up with a sneer, and the meaning of threat was self-evident.

Lance looked at Ike in some surprise, who gave him a determined look.

Although he didn't understand why Ike said this, he nodded at Ike.

Bruce's face sank and he was a little displeased by the threat from Ike, but he didn't make any other moves.

Liebert not only did not get angry, but laughed, he shrugged his shoulders, spread his hands, and said very relaxedly: "Brother Ike, you misunderstood me, I didn't take advantage of you, maybe we have been in a conspiracy vortex together, if we don't work together, then we will just become other people's puppets, I don't think the Lance brothers and the Ike brothers don't want to be such people, right?"

Liebert's words sent Lance and Ike into deep thought again.

The problem is complex and a headache.

Whatever Liebert's intentions, at least not against them for now.

Lance quietly made a gesture to Ike that only the two of them could understand, and then smiled apologetically at Liebert.

"I'm sorry, Ike didn't mean that, so let's go on?"

"Okay, I'll move on to another thing. Ghouls are not common, but it's not surprising that one or two are seen once in a while, but ghostly ghouls are another story. And the strength of the soul-transformed ghouls we encounter today is not strong, and it can even be said that it is still weak. If it weren't for the fact that your attacks would have been difficult to damage the souls, they would not pose any threat to you at all. ”

"Low-level soul-based ghouls, like ordinary ghouls, need to devour internal organs to gain power, while high-level soul-based ghouls can directly absorb souls, and can occupy this soulless body, or choose not to occupy this body, and the scar man is a group of people who are occupied by these less powerful ghouls, what does this mean?"

Libert made a detour and smiled and stared into Lance's eyes, indicating something.

"You mean, there are high-level soul-like ghouls?"

"Yes, and the soul-embodied ghouls, for all records, need to be transformed by high-level soul-based ghouls, which is a bit like the 'first embrace' of vampires. And the last recorded high-level soul-incorporating ghoul was four hundred years ago, in the era of the Necromancer King Idar. ”

He didn't answer Lance's question directly, but gave Lance an answer from the side.

However, when he mentioned the undead witch king Idar, the muscles on Lance's face shook unconsciously.

"Idar, the necromancer who turned the continent of Kostana upside down four hundred years ago?"

Lance asked.

"You know Idar?"

For this man of the year four hundred years ago, a magical genius, at that time, almost everyone knew about it, and no one knew about it.

Even Löven Oswell, known as the Perfect Knight, died in the final battle.

With the passage of time and the deliberate avoidance of the church, fewer and fewer people know about the undead witch king Idar.

And Lance seemed to know something about Idar, which surprised Libert a bit.

"Well, I know a little, I once heard a story about an elderly bard who lived in the village. ”

Lance replied casually.

It is also reasonable that the events of 400 years ago, if one had not deliberately consulted the texts, would most likely have come from the mouth of a knowledgeable bard.

So Lance used this reason to prevaricate Liberbert's question.

His relationship with Libert was not yet familiar enough to share what happened in Irene Forest.

However, Lance's eyes fluttered for a moment, but it fell into Liebert's eyes.

Liebert curled the corners of his mouth and said with a smile. "Lance, Ike, for now, the only thing I can be sure of what has happened to us recently is that we will not be in danger for the time being, or rather, the purpose of the 'other party' has not been achieved, and it will not be against us now, so we can still do our business with peace of mind for the time being. It's getting late, so let's go back to the tavern and rest first, and we'll talk about tomorrow?"

He was a smart guy and knew that there was no need to continue talking now, so he stopped the conversation in time.

If they continued, it might involve some secrets that Lance didn't want to tell, which would make Lance and Ike feel uneasy and disgusted.

Anyway, there will be many opportunities in the future, and some things will not be rushed.

"Well, okay, what you said today is a bit informative, I think we need some time to digest it slowly, as long as there is no danger for the time being, I want to go back and sleep beautifully. Haha......"

Lance laughed.

He really doesn't want to worry about these things now, he's very sleepy, he wants to go back and sleep beautifully, and then talk about other things tomorrow.

"Okay, then Bruce and I will go this way, and we will drink at noon tomorrow at the tavern where you live, and we will not get drunk. ”

Libert pointed to another street, a warm smile on his face.

In this way, he makes people look closer and more comfortable, like a big brother next door.

After a few people said goodbye, Libert and Bruce stopped in the shadow of a street corner, turned around, and could just see the back of Lance as they walked away.

Bruce, who had not spoken, spoke, "Liebert, Lance was clearly lying in the end. ”

"I know. ”

"That ......"

"Everyone has a secret, and if he doesn't want to say it, we don't have to inquire about it, and when it's time to know, we will naturally know. Don't we have our secrets, don't you?"

Libert looked ahead and said meaningfully.

Ever since his spiritual talent was discovered, with his current ability, there was no secret within half a meter, unless the other party's spiritual power was higher than his.

And Lance and Ike are obviously inferior to him, but he can't understand them at all.

"Uh...... All right...... Liebert, there are always so many coincidences in what has happened in recent times, could it be your identity......"

"Bruce, remember, don't talk about my identity on any occasion, you know?"

"Hmm. ”

"It's time for us to go back, let's go!"

......

At the same time, the highest point of the city of Kohima, the summit of Mount Kohima, is where the lord's mansion is located.

It is a towering stone gray castle with high walls and strong defenses like ordinary round defensive castles.

It was already late at night, and there were only a few sporadic fires in the castle that flickered through the arrow towers of the city walls, which were supposed to be the guards patrolling the castle at night.

And at the highest point of the castle, that is, in the room of the city lord, it was brightly lit.

It was a very large room, well-decorated, warm and comfortable, but at the moment the room was filled with the smell of blood.

A burly man in a large black cloak with his face completely hidden under a wide hat sat in one of the largest soft chairs in the room.

In his hand, he also held a blood-red war knife stained with blood, and the red blood had begun to coagulate.

Next to the burly man, stood a middle-aged man with a bloated body, gorgeously dressed, and very wealthy.

Obviously, this middle-aged man is the owner of this castle and the lord of Kohima, Andrei Koleba.

He stood beside the burly man, respectful as a servant.

"Make ...... Apostle...... Apostles, all the people who have been installed are already here, ...... you see?"

Andrei bowed his head, a little timid.

He pointed to the dozen or so corpses in front of him that had just died, and his voice trembled.

In the face of this mysterious and cruel burly man, Andre didn't have the courage to resist, not even the courage to look directly at the other party.

This fear is the fear of the soul.

More than a month ago, this powerful and tyrannical warrior monk who called himself the "Apostle" came here alone and secretly took over the entire city of Kohima.

And the lord of the city, who was originally high, secretly became the servant of the "apostle".

In the past month or so, he has seen many images that he never dared to imagine, this is the apostle from hell.

"Very well, Andre, you are the only one left in the know, but you still have to play your role well, I think you should know what to do. ”

The hoarse voice, like the sound of hell, was full of gloomy and cold atmosphere.

The "apostle" took out a small black bottle from his cloak and threw it casually to the city lord Andrei.

The black shadow flashed, Andre reflexively caught the bottle, looked down, and suddenly his face turned pale, and the hand holding the bottle trembled like chaff.