Something's wrong with my undead

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"So, that's why they put me under house arrest here?"

In the living room of a manor on the outskirts of Negrethe, Siara showed an incredible expression.

"I think so."

Andre said with a solemn expression:

"You are a hero who overcame the disaster and brought back first-hand information from Velitas. You also defeated the conspiracy of the Velitas people, reached cooperation with the elves and dwarves, and now you are going to become Hegeland City. of servants.

"People like you, if not handled properly, will cause a lot of trouble. All the publicity surrounding you has become a joke, so they don't want you to appear at the Negroless Theater anyway. ”

"No, no, no, Andre." Siara shook her head and said, "The trouble is not with me, the trouble is with McCalla."

Andre was stunned, why didn't the other party sound worried about McCalla at all?

Siara: "You have met Heine, what kind of person do you think he is?"

This guy is a master of fire control who specializes in dueling for others and does not belong to any party.

Andre was silent.

Andre couldn't help but frown slightly: "But this kind of character can't change the current situation..."

He found that he knew very little about it.

Hearing what she said, Andre suddenly thought of the guy who dueled with his father.

Kuja.

And the black skeleton warlock next to the opponent who wields shadow flames like his arms and is proficient in the banishment technique.

There are two level six strong men just showing it like this.

Siara: "The current situation? Do you really know McCalla?"

Not to mention anything else, just that tree - although the body was blown up, its own strength is still there.

Siara: "What kind of force the temple will send depends on what we know about McCalla. You should also know that we don't know much about that place. So they can't guess how difficult that place is to deal with. And you know Yes, once our temple decides what to do, it will be a fight to the death.”

"Simple?"

"It's really... vulgar and vivid."

Andre pondered for a moment and said: "That guy...he hides a lot of things and is very good at disguising. I can't guess what he is thinking."

This kind of person is...simple?

"Yes, simple." Siara: "His logic is very simple. He speculates on everyone with good intentions, but once he finds out that someone wants to fuck him, he will definitely do it again."

Although he is a member of the poetry club, he theoretically has all the information about McCalla.

And now McCalla...

In Andre's mind, Chirumont, who was used as a light bulb, the dark, huge, hard ancestral tree of Loulton, appeared in his mind.

Otherwise, working with Heine for a day would not have been so shocking to him.

"No, Andre." Siara shook her head again, raising the corners of her mouth involuntarily: "You are wrong, and very wrong. On the contrary, that guy is an extremely simple person."

However, they only have a rough idea.

And the lich named Milton Gitiller... I don’t know if he has been cured.

The interior of the temple is clearly divided into the Gitil camp and the non-Gtil camp.

My father is obviously not from the Jitil camp, so why is it Kuja who is dueling him?

Isn’t this one of our own people beating our own people?

So Kuja can only be hired by the Kitilers...

And the reason for doing this is the meaning of the temple?

Andre said slowly: "No, this time maybe it's not a fight to the death."

Siara: “What?”

Andre: "If you don't intervene from the beginning to the end, then there will be room for maneuver."

Siara immediately understood what he meant.

"You mean...the interior of the temple is not monolithic?"

"Yes, it is Master Kuja who represents Jitil this time. Theoretically, it shouldn't be him!" Andre continued: "Gitile was the first noble family to join the temple that year. They operate like this. It is impossible not to produce a dueling warlock for many years. This can only be the clear indication of the temple - the sending of troops to McCalla this time is Kitil's intention, and the temple acquiesces. "

Siara nodded slightly.

The tacit consent means that everyone shares the credit when something goes wrong, and you take the blame when something goes wrong.

I only acquiesce, not agree or support.

"So it may be that the Gitils took the initiative, thus affecting the temple's original decision..."

"Yes. As for why they are anxious..."

Andre glanced at the other party's chain of forgiveness and did not continue.

But both of them understood that the root of the problem lay in the news Siara reported to the temple.

Or, it could be the fact that Siara returned successfully.

So the question is, why are they nervous?

The Chain of Absolution was protectively shielded by Heine after entering McCalla, otherwise he was afraid that Yuanling would brainwash this thing into a good baby who could only say "hello".

At the same time, for this reason, Siara was not able to go sightseeing inside, but just revisited the old place.

Therefore, Siara can only report this to the temple - McCalla who fits the temple's imagination, and everything she saw during the surveillance of the Chain of Forgiveness.

Even so, it would make the Gitilos so nervous that they would have to take action against McCalla.

Both of them were a little confused, why?

……

At the same time, Château Gitilère in Saint-Sitine.

After sending away Kuja who came to collect the commission, Ansong Jitil locked himself in the meditation room.

After he arranged a lot of protection, he took out a bronze mirror that looked quite old.

As he activates the mirror, the soul enters the underworld.

After running toward the southeast for a period of time, he crossed the Soul-Profane River, and his soul appeared in the corresponding plane of the Mercury Forest.

Only when you get closer can you see that a translucent gray tree shadow appears in front of you.

Soon, he came to a scrawled altar.

It looked like a thick old tree that had been chopped down in half, leaving the cut smooth.

There are six spikes standing around the tree stump, with six wriggling and twisted souls hanging on them.

Gray threads were pulled out from their bodies one by one, and a muddy figure was outlined on the tree stump, and the face could barely be seen clearly.

Seeing him coming, the man opened his eyes.

"done?"

Ansong nodded: "If nothing else happens, the Temple is already mobilizing troops. There will be at least 200 black knights and a floating city heading towards McCalla."

"black Knight?"

The man snorted disdainfully: "Just your group of shadow warriors covered in scraps of metal, don't end up becoming Lloyd Kitty's material. Also, they took away at least 12 flying ones from me. The soul of the soldier, and a large airship of Velitas, I advise you not to underestimate McCalla."

"Collins!" Ansong said angrily: "You are a necromancer, not a Velitas. Put away your arrogance!"

Collins said disdainfully: "What's the use of putting away your arrogance? I'm just stating the facts. When the Vilitas' battle mage army arrives at San Sitting, will you also advise them not to be arrogant?"

Ansong sneered: "By then, the void will have swallowed up the mortal realm, and our enemies will only appear in the Shadow Realm."

"As expected of a Nice guy, he always talks big words."

Collins sneered.

"you……"

Sensing a trace of distorted energy interfering with his will, Ansong hurriedly calmed himself down.

He looked at the other party doubtfully: "Why don't you come in with a mirror?"

"Are you stupid? If I had a mirror, would I still use it like this?"

A flash of hatred flashed in Collins's eyes: "All my things were taken away by McCalla's Jitilers, including the mirror. I am now coming in from an elder altar in the Mercury Forest. Before I arrived at the Ashes Front ,It can only be this way."

An Song secretly thought that it was no wonder.

For these young men like them, the biggest role of the mirror is to protect the soul from being distorted by the will of the underworld.

Otherwise, not only will their probability of being exposed increase, but it may also cause them to turn into lichs before the final victory comes and be unable to enjoy the fruits of victory.

As for the current method used by Collins, it can only be used for emergencies.

"You'd better leave early to avoid exposing your identity." An Song reminded.

"Just mind yourself," Collins choked back.

Damn crazy...

An Song was too lazy to deal with this guy who was already in a bad mood and was about to leave.

At this moment, a guy who was wrapped extremely tightly with only a pair of eyes exposed ran over.

An Song was stunned...

Even if it were him, he was just wearing a robe woven by the underworld (the name of the underworld steward Ling Jin) and a hat on his head.

And this guy wants to put a layer of black bark on his body...

How afraid of death was he that he was so tightly wrapped up?

"Collins?"

The newcomer wondered: "Who is he?"

Collins: "He is Anson Gitiller, and this is Gray, my friend, thanks to whom I was able to escape from Lloyd."

Collins introduced the two of them, but Gray was confused.

What the hell?

Escape from Lloyd Hand?

I do not know how?

"He happens to be here too, you can ask yourself." Collins said: "He knows a lot about Royd Kittyler who you asked me to help you investigate."

"Hello."

Heine stretched out his hand and shook it politely.

After shaking hands, Ansong looked at Heine in surprise:

"Are you our spy lurking in McCalla?"