"Hehe, let it continue to go to legends. I have never been very interested in legends." The pope smiled, and his fingers with white light moved, and the ring at the end of the hilt slid down.
The surging dark aura on the handle was about to surge out, and the hilt of the sword had fallen back into the sun well water in his pocket.
"Congratulations to your Majesty," Bishop Inham said suddenly.
"What are you congratulating me?" The pope looked at the bishop meaningfully. "Congratulations on getting this hot potato?"
"No, congratulations, Your Majesty did not lose his calmness and reason under the aura of the hilt of the sword, and did not lose himself. Your Majesty's mind has at least surpassed the last Pope."
"I have always been interested in real things." The pope took the ring in his hand and looked at it, smiled slightly, and nodded. Good words are indeed something that everyone loves to hear, no matter how high their minds are, no matter how good they are, they are.
The same is true for the deepest scheming, especially when these words are not said well. "Why, Inham, are you not interested in this thing? As a member of Diya Valley, can you not face this artifact at all.
Are you moved?"
"At all unmoved." Bishop Inham smiled bitterly. "Every necromancer can feel the horror contained in this guiding sword from his soul when he receives the imprint of the dark star. So except those who are desire and others
No one except the person whose brains are burned out, really is interested in the legendary King of Necromancers.”
The Pope nodded: "It's okay. This is purely a bait. Please ask that kid to come here. To be honest, I really want to meet him."
Soon, when Bishop Inham returned to Elasia, only the Pope and Lancelot remained. Lancelot asked at this time: "Your Majesty, I think this person is better to kill."
When he said this, there was no murderous aura or ferociousness on his face, as if he was giving his friends a pertinent advice. He was still honest, steady, open and honest, and very close to the code name Paladin.
The Pope did not answer directly, but said, "Yeah, you almost took action. It is rare to see when you are so proactive in expressing hostility to someone."
From the beginning of entering here, the distance between Lancelot and Bishop Inham, as well as the locking of his momentum and attention are all in a state where he can take action at any time and is almost ready to take action.
Between the distance, no mage can win the slightest vitality from a master swordsman like him.
Lancelot said in a deep voice: "Even if that matter was not what he arranged, now Negan's affairs have been completed and the situation is clear. I think he is much more dangerous than his usefulness. Such a person
It would be better to kill it. Actually, I thought Your Majesty would agree."
The pope asked lightly: "Yeah. Then where do you think the most dangerous thing about him is?"
Lancelot said in a deep voice: "The most dangerous thing about him is that he doesn't seem to feel his danger at all. No matter where he looks, it seems that he really doesn't need anything and has no ambitions. It's really useful.
Looks like. But I always feel that he is very dangerous."
"It feels..." The pope narrowed his eyes, as if he was carefully experiencing the feeling of Lancelot's words, and then nodded. "Maybe...but I can't kill him now... I'm about to raise troops to Ou Fu again,
Erasia must be led by him, and his relationship with Queen Catherine is the best bridge for us to control Erasia. Since he wants to show absolute cooperation and obedience to me, it is just my wish. And his
The role of the puppet Eagle Eye in the battle situation is something that others cannot replace.”
"It's up to His Majesty to decide."
"And now we are not worried about him or Ou Fu, but about this." The Pope pointed to the pocket already placed on the table. "Although this bait is very big, very good. But it seems to be very tempting.
It's too much, I'm a little worried that it will not only attract that kid."
"Your Majesty is saying...Sandru and Egrenel? And other necromancers?"
"It seems that this kid brought the hilt of the sword to Moril. That is to say, both Sandru and Egrenier expressed their unwillingness to tumbling over again. But this thing is Diya after all, after all
The sacred relics of the valley for hundreds of years.”
Even though Diya Valley has now lost its manpower and even if the two acting guild presidents have withdrawn, no matter who is anyone or any force, they still have to consider it when facing the possibility of touching their bottom line.
The pope smiled bitterly and continued, "If possible, I really don't want to take this hot thing. But there is no way... From the puppet Eagle Eye, Oufu was already sending troops to Sandefy, it seemed
I plan to open the mines there. The Tower of Tooth also joins with them to teach orc magic and make scrolls..."
"What? They mined in the Sandefis Mountains? How could those magicians in the Tower of Tooth..." Lancelot's face also changed. The batches of mining magic gems in the Sandefis Mountains were made again
He also knows very well what the concept of making a scroll is.
The pope smiled bitterly, and his wry smile became more and more bitter. The old man sitting in the power of the mainland now looked like a poor old man who owe others a lot of usury. "As a magician, I understand them, too,
I can imagine what it would be like to put a lot of star eyes and various top magical gems in front of me... But in this way, as long as they produce their scrolls and magic props at a certain scale, our situation will be bad.
Can you imagine the situation where hundreds of fire-powered bombs, thunder bombs and other extreme magics were fired from the hands of orcs? It may be more spectacular than the scene of the forbidden spell, and I promise it will also give us more headaches than the forbidden spell...
That is simply the end of mankind…”
"So at this time, the hilt of that kid and the Black Star are our trump card. We have to receive the trump card in our hand. So, no matter how hot the hilt of this trump card is, I have to accept it."
"That kid and this sword hilt are the aces against Ou Fu?" Lancelot frowned, with a confused face.
"Yes, otherwise why would I keep asking you to bring that kid to me? You said, I am only interested in real things. Ronnis wanted that kid because of this... He is now dead, and I know in this world
I am the only one who discovered the secret by His Majesty Deken. I am afraid that even the necromancers don’t know the function of this sword. No, even if they know it, they probably won’t dare to do it…”
The Pope sighed long and patted the armrest of his seat. He looked very tired now. "This position is not easy to sit in... The highest position in the mainland is naturally the heaviest burden..."
"Don't worry, your majesty, do whatever you want." Lancelot knelt on one knee. "No matter what kind of enemy it is, no matter what happens, I, Lancelot will protect you."
"Yeah. You have always been the person I feel most at ease and trust the most." The Pope looked at the Paladin in front of him with a real look of relief in his eyes. "Because I know very well that you are not loyal to me. You are loyal.
It's everyone."
The Pope walked off the seat and walked to Lancelot to help him up. "You are not my subordinate, I can't afford such subordinates, you are my friend."