Although Kilshtalya has said more than once that the hidden person who really takes responsibility for developing the stranger belt is the hidden person, not the king of the stranger belt, the weight occupied by the stranger belt is still heavy and huge. If the hidden person can maintain a good relationship with the stranger belt, it can also be more effective in cultivating the fantasy tree.
There is an old god in the Nordic Belt. Although there is only one pillar left, it is undoubtedly a precious existence, and it is also a good divine nature.
If such a god can identify, desire, and pursue what the hidden ones say—
"By the way, I'm going to recall Kayneth, is it OK Ophelia?"
After changing the subject, Kilshtalya mentioned things related to his servants.
"Kenniss? Didn't she just arrived in Nordic...?"
He raised his head and showed a moment of confusion, Ophelia's expression immediately became serious.
"Can it be your side..."
"It's just some other uses."
Kilshtalia smiled.
"I'm very satisfied with your work progress, and my words...a great hero seems to have caused a certain degree of riot on the sea."
"She will play in this aspect-"
"I can't pretend that I didn't hear this!"
call--
Bang!!!
"Well--!!!"
Feeling the pressure coming, Ophelia subconsciously put on a defensive and vigilant posture, looking at the magic source that suddenly appeared in her room.
"Kanice, you're really here."
Kilshtalya showed an unexpected expression.
"What did you mean just now?"
Kanes didn't care about Ophelia's expression beside her, but just gloomy with her face, lifted the spear in her hand, and pointed it at the image of Kilshtalia floating in the air.
"I am not like this woman here, a clown who can be sent by you. My time is precious - I crossed the storm and ran to such a small place where birds do not shit. Now I want me to go back with another sentence?"
"You don't think you're my master if you beat me once...a despicable guy."
He looked at Kilshtalya with a clear and clear murderous intent.
There is no doubt that if he and Kilshtalya are now in a face-to-face state, he will definitely have attacked.
"The clown who is sent by others...!?"
Ophelia probably knew what kind of servant the servant in front of her was, but she didn't expect that her words could be so bad.
"...This is indeed a bit too much for you."
"Especially, in the present where you lost to Luslan in a fair battle."
Frowning, Kilshtalia nodded seriously.
——He really feels that way.
"you......!"
Buzz —
Katnis gritted his teeth, and the flames of anger seemed to gush out—
But he didn't say anything extra.
Because what Kilshtalya said is indeed the truth.
In a fair battle, he lost to the unpleasant guy named Luslan.
His anger is accumulating, his boredom is accumulating, and he is in need of a channel to vent.
"So--so, Kaynese."
Kilshtalia stretched out one of his fingers.
"I allow you to break out in the strange zone of Nordics."
"......What's the meaning?"
Katnis narrowed his eyes.
"It means that with the permission of the Nordic Queen, you can fight with all your might in the Nordic Anecdotes, and then, at the moment when the outcome is determined, you will immediately return to the Atlantic Anecdotes."
"Is this OK?"
Kilshtalya had an elegant smile on her face.
Look at each other—
Ophelia stood on one side, with a drop of cold sweat on her face, looking at the pair of masters and slaves in front of her who were looking at each other from the air.
Kilshtalia smiled calmly.
Katnis narrowed his eyes and clenched the spear tightly in anger.
After a long time...
"snort."
Katnis snorted coldly, his magic disappeared instantly, and he jumped out of the window.
Obviously, although she was still a little unhappy, she still accepted the conditions of Kilshtalya.
——After a full-strength battle and the victory or defeat, immediately return to the Atlantic Anecdotes.
"Then, Ophelia, the communication will end here."
Kirshtalya's expression returned to a little seriousness and nodded to Ophelia.
"...I understand, Lord Kilshtalya."
"I will do the task you gave me seriously."
The communication ends.
Kilshtalya was still sitting at her table with her hands on her knees.
He closed his eyes, as if he was thinking about something.
"Luslan... said it is not without reason."
He said to himself.
Anecdote belt.
Including his own strange stories, the problem is very obvious.
Although pan-human history is wrong in his cognition, it can continue to reproduce.
But strange stories are here...
Many of them are problems that can see the end at a glance.
And it's a huge problem.
Let’s talk about the Nordic anecdotes controlled by Ophelia.
There are only more than 10,000 humans with self-awareness and self-awareness. If this number of lives want to survive in such a harsh environment, they even need to rely on the preference of gods. Those who are a little older will die directly as sacrifices to the giants.
Is this really a civilization?
Is such a civilization really comparable to the Atlantic Ocean, which he controls, and the Olympus, which he controls?
That is impossible.
Not to mention, in fact, Olympus's problem is also huge.
Nordic, Central Plains, Russia, India, Olympus, and Britain are all on a strange balance on the verge of crumbling. Kilshtalya can see this clearly, and it is no wonder that Luslan gave such a sharp evaluation.
What he made was two-handed preparations.
He is one hand, and the South American strange belt Debit is responsible for is the other hand.
Now, maybe we should consider the preparation of the third hand...
To be continued...