Alison drank some wine in the hotel, and when she was bored, she looked at the little tyrant in the room opposite. Judging from the fate just now, this man only lived eight years old.

However, those who were promoted to the profession at the age of four were earlier and wiser than the two figures: "My husband Xiang Hui was born as a teacher of Confucius at the age of seven, and this minister was born at the age of twelve."

But his virtue cannot be compared with the two young seniors in his hometown. If he really wants to grow into a tyrant, he will have to wipe out at least half of the people in this world.

What if I'm not allowed to do this meritorious deed?

Alison thought of this idea in her mind, but then shook her head slightly. She could not kill people because of the mistakes she might make in the future. If Edward really let him change his profession to the tyrant profession, it would not be too late to kill him at that time.

She drank a few more bottles of wine, finally put down the empty bottle, looked out the dark window, found a room next door, and fell asleep immediately.

At this time, in Earl Ratched's castle, a group of ministers were staying in his first-floor meeting hall. While they were watching the bishop remove the pollution from Edward, they were discussing matters concerning the Knights of Simon.

"The astrologer noticed something was wrong, and when the ceremonial officer Mock heard about it, he held a tomb-opening ceremony that night, but it was still too late."

"The witch came out of the mist. She had a fox face, and her body was red and blue."

"The two experts on the advisory group died tragically. One was painfully stepped on by his instructor and the other had his neck strangled."

"Now think about it, four of the empire died, eight of the other missions died, seven of us died, seven to twelve, we won!"

"Originally, we could overthrow the Archduke in one fell swoop, but now even the graveyard of the Knights of Siberia has returned to heaven under the holy light."

"Knight Simon was sadly lost. When we left, the whole village came out to look for him, and there was no one to send us off."

Ratched watched the two knights he sent to accompany the group chatting animatedly with a group of palace knights, and waved to them. The two of them immediately ran over with smiles on their faces, and then saw Count Ratched waving.

arm.

"Pah~pah~" X10

Ratched slapped them twenty times in a rhythmic manner, until his teeth were knocked out and his face became swollen before he asked, "So you met a red and blue fox on your way over, and then you killed the hero forever."

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"Oh~oh~" the two knights agreed with tears in their eyes.

Everyone in the hall fell silent. The earl looked like he was slapping the vassals, but in reality he was slapping them in the face and blaming them for messing up the matter.

But the other party was a powerful earl and it was in his territory. These people from the royal capital were not qualified to be tough with him, so they all looked at the palace etiquette officer.

"Earl Ratched, although we failed, didn't you find a witch on your side?"

Mok, who had been hanging his head, raised his head under the attention of everyone, and wiped Ratched with his eyelids, "It is ridiculous that the scout was killed in the city, less than ten miles away from the earldom."

"Hmph, who said they weren't found?" Ratched looked at the people on the palace mission with contempt, "I assigned twenty scouts, each with their own fixed exploration location. The scouts were killed on the way back, which means that

The witch is within the scope of his exploration."

"Twenty people are responsible for your subordinate territory, and the scope is large enough." Mok frowned when he heard this, but still defended.

The count was too lazy to say anything. He waved the knight to bring him a blood-stained coat that was scorched by the fire. He then revealed a piece of special cloth sewn on it and saw a bunch of symbols painted on it.

"In the places he is responsible for, every place he passes will be marked. If there is a problem, there is no problem. It is confirmed."

After showing off his clothes, Ratched frowned and looked at the roof of the shed, sighing faintly, "It's a pity that the efficiency of the city defense army was so poor that they didn't catch the killer and the body was returned too late. Otherwise, I would have sent someone today."

In the past, the witch was captured and became strong evidence to identify the Grand Duke."

"So for all of you who are coming from the royal capital, I am really worried about your abilities."

As soon as the count finished speaking, everyone's faces became ugly, and Mock couldn't help but clenched his fists, but he couldn't refute.

"Ahem~"

Just when the hall fell into silence, a violent coughing sound sounded from behind. Everyone looked up when they heard the sound, and saw the bishop put his whole hand into Edward's mouth, and then yanked hard.

"Click~" He threw the two eyeballs on the floor of the hall. The eyeballs kept beating and wanted to escape far away, but they were hit by a holy light bomb and were quickly wiped out in front of everyone's eyes.

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"It's not like we didn't come here without success, and the red and blue foxes we met on the outskirts of Simon Territory weren't just red or blue foxes either."

The bishop walked up to Ratched and looked at the somewhat hairy Earl with a serious face, "That one wears a fox mask, which can release the fog of sleep, a red cloak and a blue magic cloak that distorts people's cognition, and can withstand three divine powers.

The witch of the devil insect, Mr. Count, how many times can your castle withstand my divine power, or when the witch is wreaking havoc in the Earl of Ratched, can your army and advisory group stop her?!"

"Don't be excited, don't be excited." Feeling the anger of the bishop, Ratched quickly stood up from his chair and smiled sarcastically at the bishop, "For your ability to eliminate the witch in the southwest border, I, Ratched, represent all the people in the territory.

Thank you from the city."

"You don't need to thank me. If you want to thank, just thank the God of Creation and make a contribution."

The bishop looked at Ratched's playful smile, frowned and walked aside to sit down. The palace party looked at the bishop who had flattered them and immediately started a new round of compliments and discussions.

Edward, who was left alone, listened to their discussion, recalling what happened today, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The Earl, who was also unable to join the conversation, seemed to remember that there was another guest here. In order to ease the embarrassment of being the host but sitting alone, he looked at Edward and said, "Your Highness, is it okay for you to meet Master Eric today?"

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"Are you sure that Eric meant to see me today?" Edward asked with his dead eyes raised.

"Of course, he told me personally that you will learn everything you want to know in the hotel today." The count frowned when he heard this, "Why didn't he go find you?"

"He" Edward was about to say that he was looking for help from me, but he suddenly froze and learned everything he wanted to know. In this way, it was true.

But does he know what kind of being I met there?

Red cloak, fox mask, woman.

If you guessed it correctly, she is the witch that the palace messengers are discussing eagerly at this time, right?

She also killed the Count's scouts.

So the witch you are talking about is not dead, and may be the witch who will cause trouble tomorrow?

There are things I know but can't say.

What is the purpose of this witch coming here? She is

At this time, his ability to close his eyes had expired. As he pondered deeply, the scene that he had ignored when copying his destiny suddenly echoed in his mind. In an instant, he felt that there were thousands of eyes in his pores that wanted to open, and his whole body suddenly became numb.

stood up.

"Huh?" The Earl felt a little unhappy when he saw Edward standing up absentmindedly, so he reminded, "Your Highness, how is your viscounty now?"

"Sorry, my mind is a little confused. I'm going back first."

Edward said and walked out the door. When the count saw this, he winked at the guard at the door. The guard bumped into him directly. Edward was in a trance and did not dodge.

"Pa~" Edward was knocked over, and a notebook fell out of his arms.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Your Highness." The guard pretended not to mean it and went over to help him. Then he looked at the sheepskin book on the ground and reached out to pick it up.

"What is this?" The guard picked it up and opened a page.

"Don't look!" Edward suddenly reached back to grab it, but the guard raised his arm with a mocking smile, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I will check anything suspicious that enters the castle@&."

The guard couldn't speak the last two words clearly, and the notebook in his hand fell down. Edward picked up the notebook and backed away quickly, and saw that the guard's hands had turned into webs, and his whole body had turned into black and white.

, something with a mouth like a duck.

The bishop who noticed all this in the crowd suddenly looked at the notebook in Edward's hand and exclaimed, "Cursed object!"

"Ah?" Edward was a little panicked holding the book in his hand, "This is not, this is just"

"I didn't ask you in detail just now, how did you get infected with the mutation before?" the bishop asked.

"I'm not, I didn't! Stop asking!" Edward suddenly couldn't hold it in anymore. He covered his head and yelled crazily, "Great Madonna of Darkness, please let the black goat cub revive in this world.

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After shouting all this, Edward suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, but then he was confused. What did he shout just now?

It seems like a declaration that only cultists would shout!

He trembled and turned towards the bishop, and sure enough he saw the bishop's face twisted when he looked at him.

"This is the first time I have been scolded by someone in all my years in the industry." The bishop stared at Edward, "Senior Scout, Your Excellency, Battlefield Observer, do you want to challenge me?"

"Ah?" Edward was stunned when asked, "What did you say?"

"Pretend to be confused with me?" The bishop's anger continued when he heard this, "You translate for me. What did you yell at me at the end @&*^O^*,￥～?"

"@&*^O^*,￥~?" Edward repeated the same sentence again and raised his eyebrows, "Is this what I just shouted?"

"You keep scolding me!" The bishop's face turned purple when he heard this, and he was about to beat Edward. When the earl saw this, he quickly stopped the bishop and said, "Don't do this, Your Excellency, Edward is my guest, maybe he is complimenting you."

"Is there anyone who yells and praises people like that?" The bishop threw the earl away and pounced on him the next second.

"Pang pong pong pong~"

"Hey!"

After a while, the count grabbed his hair and sat on a chair, with a sad look on his face.

"You have to testify for me!"

Edward, who fell to the ground in a defensive posture with a bruised nose and face, looked at the pair of black and white birds standing at the door and shouted to the people in the hall, "I didn't do anything!"

At the same time, in a church abandoned due to ground collapse on the outskirts of the royal capital, a group of men in black robes were kneeling before the framed portrait of the God of Creation, led by the man in white robes.

He was counting a stack of bank notes and then clapped his hands.

"I have lived a long life, and I have always seen believers make donations and then offer them to gods. When have I ever seen gods bestow wealth?"

The white-robed priest looked at the kneeling believers, "At present, it seems that we are right to arrest professionals for sacrifice. Ordinary people cannot satisfy the saint to please the saint."

"In short, with the start-up funds, our Dark Saintess Sect will get better and better. Those who kicked us out will definitely regret it and say that we worshiped something that does not exist?"

"Bang bang." Baipao smashed the bank note in his hand, "What is this? Doesn't exist? The empire's bank notes! Real money and silver, brothers! They said they worshiped the true god, did the true god give them money?

?Then the great power is also a great existence, and the believers have to support themselves, so the situation is small!"

"Today the Saint can respond to our prayers, tomorrow He will give us dreams, and the day after tomorrow He will come. One day, we will step on the Dark Holy Night under our feet!"

Baipao shed tears as he spoke and looked at the lifeless believers, "It's a pity that you can't see it anymore."

Breaking into the Thorn Flower Asylum Branch and receiving the smile of the Saint, they sacrificed their lives.
Chapter completed!