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Chapter 802 The Birth of Dongsi

This is the third day since Aleister left Leipzig.

The Earl of Leipzig couldn't help but start to think, Aleister...or, will Ms. Bayard really come back?

She left so quietly, and it happened just before Pomponazzi arrived in Leipzig. Even Prince Szijjarto didn't know that she was going to leave for a while... Isn't this really an escape?

He always felt that Bayard wanted to avoid Pomponazzi, so he left in a hurry when Pomponacci was about to arrive.

...Thinking about it this way, could she have anything to do with Peng Bonaqi? That's why Peng Bonaqi was so persistent in wanting to see her, but insisted on being polite to her...

The Count of Leipzig, who was sipping red wine and watching the opera performance at the White Dove Opera House, sighed.

He felt like his brain was going to burn out.

Although Pomponazzi said that if he couldn't find Bayard, he wouldn't go back...but if he didn't come back for several days without saying a word, Pomponazzi might go crazy.

Because of this, he couldn't help but go back the morning before yesterday to report to Pomponazzi that Aleister had left Leipzig.

——For some reason, Pomponazzi's mood suddenly changed for the worse after hearing that Ms. Bayard was heading to Avalon.

He directly kicked the Earl of Leipzig out, and reiterated again - don't go back if you can't find Bayard. Even if he already knew that Ms. Bayard was not in Leipzig at all.

But at that time, the Earl of Leipzig breathed a sigh of relief.

Because he can feel that Pomponazzi must see Ms. Bayard this time. It doesn't matter even if he wastes some time here... and this is Leipzig after all, and he himself will not have a place without leaving home.

I can go.

So the Count of Leipzig went to the White Dove Opera House with peace of mind and spent two days relaxing.

Anyway, everything will be fine when Ms. Bayard comes back.

But just today, he suddenly reacted.

——Is it possible that Hong Xiang wants him to go to Avalon to find Ms. Bayard?

As the closest "son and daughter" to Pomponazzi, Leipzig has always looked down on those young men of the moon who were so nervous that they sweated profusely when facing Pomponazzi.

He would only look at them with a smile, feeling dissatisfied with their lack of composure - you know, Peng Bonazi was already known as a gentle person among the Moon Children.

Everyone knows that Peng Bonaqi believes in the host of banquets and does everything for the sake of happiness. As long as he is smooth with his hair, he is much easier to serve than those nobles who don't speak human words...

...Much easier to talk to than Valentine VI.

When the Earl of Leipzig was neither an earl nor a prince, he was favored by Her Majesty the Queen without any achievements. The ability to please can be said to be a gift. When Valentine VI died,

When he applied the ability he had developed through his natural talent to Peng Bonaqi, he felt like a fish in water.

——At least at the beginning, Peng Bonazi was famous for only telling the truth.

When Peng Bonaqi is happy, he is visibly happy, and when he is angry, you can easily tell that he is already angry.

Although his mood sometimes changes quickly, at least he is not like Valentine VI, chatting with a smile and a clown who exaggerates and flatters him... He clearly seems to be smiling happily in the first part of the sentence, but in the end

After half a sentence, he calmly ordered him to be dragged out and executed.

Until that man was executed, the Count of Leipzig did not know what exactly he had said wrongly or where he had said the wrong thing.

Among the two masters served by the Count of Leipzig, Valentine VI and Pomponazzi had exactly opposite personalities.

Just from her expression and tone, you can never guess what Her Majesty the Queen is thinking. And she hates others speculating on her thoughts.

The old queen would sometimes sit in a room with no lights on, sitting in front of the piano and thinking silently, and it would take a long time before she would slowly press a key. She didn't like others to make noises and interrupt her while she was thinking.

thinking; but sometimes he would suddenly ask questions without any beginning or end, and he had to give an instinctive answer immediately.

"Fern", who was not even a noble at that time, felt as if his heart was being grabbed. His back was sweating profusely, but he could only sit upright without moving, not even daring to drink.

And now... the Earl of Leipzig is gradually beginning to feel this pressure from Pomponazzi.

...Does this happen to people as they get older?

Count Leipzig cursed.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Peng Bonazi still looks younger than himself, and as a son of the moon, he doesn't have a "lifespan" in the human sense. He still concentrates on having fun every day, full of vitality...

However, the Count of Leipzig could vaguely sense an "old man's odor" from Pomponazzi.

Is it an illusion?

Or……

"It's really troublesome..."

The Earl of Leipzig sighed and took the initiative to erase his dangerous thoughts: "It is becoming more and more difficult to serve, and it has begun to be unreasonable..."

——He can’t really go to Avalon, can he?

When he arrived at the territory of those knights, whether he could come back or not was up for debate...

If he had a chance to see Ms. Bayard now, he would really want to give her a kiss.

Auntie, please, stop running around...

At this moment, someone knocked on the door behind him from outside. But the Earl of Leipzig didn't even bother to get up.

He was lying on a recliner watching the opera performance, with young girls clinging to his side. Behind him, there were people massaging his head, while in front of him there were people bowing their heads to serve him.

"Isaide."

He called his bodyguard's name.

A man wearing a white hood, leaning quietly against the wall with his arms folded, released his invisibility, quietly walked over and opened the door.

He communicated with the whispers outside for a while, then closed the door and walked over.

"My Lord Count."

His voice with a strong Parthian accent sounded: "Aleister is back."

"oh?"

The Earl of Leipzig suddenly became energetic and turned over to get up: "Where is she? Take me to find her!"

"After she came back, she went directly to the ziggurat. She was riding a ghost horse and was very fast. Our people did not stop her."

The man in white robe whispered.

"……ah."

The Count of Leipzig lay back again.

Ziggurat... is really troublesome.

He really doesn't want to go there unless necessary. As a son of the moon, he has an almost instinctive resistance and resistance to the ziggurat, and he will feel strong discomfort just by entering its range of influence - the power of dusk versus the way of love

Tu has a very obvious suppression effect, and the two can be said to be incompatible.

"...Forget it, let's go for a run."

After all, Ms. Bayard is also a child of the moon... She is willing to go to the Ziggurat, so go there yourself.

But, just in case.

"...You go and inform Mr. Hongxiang. Just say that Ms. Bayard is back. When you come back, you go directly to the ziggurat. And I have already gone to find her..."

The Earl of Leipzig cautiously said this to the man in white robes whom he called "Iseide".

He instinctively felt a hint of danger.

After all, Valentine VII himself was a monarch who was close to the path of dusk.

Now the first generation of the Black Prime Minister has woken up from his slumber. But in the face of the death of the monarch, there is no movement at the Ziggurat... Is this reasonable?

Rather than choosing to remain motionless on the road at dusk, Count Leipzig prefers... This is all just the calm before the storm.

All anomalies may be part of a conspiracy, and Ms. Bayard's visit to the ziggurat is a part of it!

Anyway, let’s start with one person. If something happens to him, at least Peng Bonaqi can save him!

At this time, Aleister had arrived at the Ziggurat and met the lich Matthias Grünewald again.

Hearing about Aleister's return, Adolf, the current Dark Minister and Vice-Principal of the Ziggurat, also rushed over.

But when he rushed to the top floor and saw Matthias, the place was empty.

"...Where is Miss Aleister?"

Adolf was a little confused: "I heard she has come back?"

Matthias's hollow but gentle voice sounded: "She used the skill of traveling through the spirit world to leave. Aleister noticed that someone was following her."

"...So you left the stalker in the ziggurat?"

Adolf rubbed his forehead.

He has no fear of this. With the lich Mathias around, the ziggurat is never afraid of trouble.

I just feel a little troublesome... As an extraordinary person on the twilight path, there is no one who is not afraid of trouble.

"But, mentor."

Adolf looked at the skeleton floating in the air wearing a shabby black robe, and asked with some expectation: "Could it be that Miss Aleister..."

"She did bring back the sixth-level undead. That was the King of the Wild Hunt...the Helchin of Avalon."

Matthias's hollow voice sounded: "I underestimated her. This kind of thing is actually possible..."

"I haven't seen it yet!"

Adolf said with some dissatisfaction: "Why didn't you call me, mentor?"

"She will come back."

Mattias turned around, two dim yellow flames burning gently in the skull's eyes: "And you have more important things to do.

"Go and tell the students..."

The Lich didn't finish his words.

Adolf suddenly opened his eyes wide.

Because at this moment, an invisible wave of coldness suddenly passed over his body - and the sky became cloudy in the blink of an eye.

It was clearly noon at the end of March, but snowflakes suddenly started to fall in the sky.

It's not a blizzard...but an extremely silent snow.

The space between heaven and earth was instantly covered by the ubiquitous pure white snowflakes.

The silence is not just a description - in the snow curtain, it seems that no sound can penetrate. The people walking on the street suddenly fell into chaos, but they could not hear the sound in the distance at all, and the visibility

It's only within three meters.

In an instant, the entire world was covered in blizzards and turned into an invisible winter.

"Oops……"

The young Valentine VIII stood in front of the window, looking at the sky and the earth covered with snow, and the corners of his mouth turned white with fear: "Is it the black phase... coming to kill me?"

He felt the power of dusk reverberating between heaven and earth.

"It's not good, Your Majesty!"

At this moment, someone rushed over and shouted: "Your Majesty in the bedroom...the bones of the late king are missing!"

Valentine VIII's eyes suddenly darkened, and he stumbled back to the bedroom.

It was the skeleton of his biological father that was placed here by the Red Prime Minister Peng Bonazi. Although Lucien also wanted to bury it, he did not dare to offend Peng Bonazi at all, so he did not dare to move it.

Even if Pomponazzi had left Lionheart City and gone to Leipzig... Lucien could only place the terrifying skeleton wrapped in human skin in his bedroom.

But now, the skeleton in the room only has half a human skin left.

The remaining bones were gone.

——Valentin VIII suddenly felt a strong fear.

It's like clearly realizing that someone has entered your home, but you can't find where they are.

He had realized that his father, who had not been buried for a long time, had been transformed into an undead spirit by the heavy snow.

...could that be a wraith?

Will he come for revenge?

At this time, in a garden outside the palace.

A skeletal frame covered in ice, while tearing off the remaining human skin on his body, he raised his head and stared at the snowflakes falling from the sky.

He raised his hands, as if he was quietly embracing the snow. It was also like an escaped prisoner regaining his life.

In the ziggurat, the black phase's voice sounded steadily:

"Go and tell the students...that the Ziggurat is protected by the Heavenly Priest.

"Go and revise the textbook. From now on, the concept of the undead is no longer the soil of 'underworld' and 'burial', but the ice that represents 'silence' and 'the end'.

"——We respectfully invite the Winter Secretary. The dead and silent Tiansi, the Tiansi who is resurrected and reborn."

(End of chapter)


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