Something's wrong with my undead

Heine thought that Dylan should have an expression of uncontrollable pride on his face at this moment.

But in fact he was still as calm as ever.

Combined with the reactions of Andrei and Dmitri, as well as today's almost meaningless conversation with the chief priestess, Lady Nice, Heine suddenly had a flash of enlightenment.

I was the last person to know the news.

They have been in collusion for a long time.

The reason why Nikis didn't say anything to her was that everything about the future would only be discussed after Dylan became the patriarch of the Gittier family.

And, by then, it would be Dylan's turn to talk to himself.

The not-so-tall chief priest took a very wise approach on this point.

Just as the world believes that a woman's destiny is dependence, and therefore Ciara cannot be truly independent and become the bond that maintains the Shadow Temple and McCalla, the world also believes that a man's destiny should be to get rid of dependence, and therefore Dylan is destined to break away from McCalla and become this key role.

This has nothing to do with whether one is strong inside or not. As long as people live in society and are not hermits who are isolated from society, they will inevitably be affected.

As for what Dylan is going to experience next, you can guess it with your feet.

He would frequently appear in public, revealing his mysterious past layer by layer, while strengthening his influence while labeling himself as "Old Saint Sittin's Black Flag". After his influence had accumulated to a certain level, he would be entrusted with important tasks, and finally participate in the election for the patriarch in a serious manner, defeating a group of cannon fodder opponents and successfully taking over the position of patriarch.

With the peace between the Shadow Temple and Gittier, he will undoubtedly rise to prominence.

At the same time, and most importantly -

After this, Dylan must be as fair as possible in his dealings with McCalla and act in the interests of Gittier and the Shadow Temple as much as possible.

Only in this way can it be proved that he is completely different from the Veritas.

Only in this way can it be proved that McCalla and the Institute of Truth are not birds of a feather.

The people of Macalla should do their job well when they are in office. This is both the business card and epitaph of a noble person.

This is also in line with the promise Heine made on behalf of McCullagh—

For the future of all mankind.

So, this is a complete conspiracy.

...

"Congratulations then."

Heine could only reach out to him helplessly.

Dylan squeezed his hand tightly, as if in revenge, but also as a thank you.

"Finally I scared you once."

A sincere smile finally broke out on that poker face.

"Don't forget to ask Selima to come find me when you get back."

Heine's expression suddenly changed: "That won't work. Your Madam is a hostage."

Dylan rolled his eyes. “Have some shame.”

"Where's Barry? Why don't you take the old man over?"

"Are you willing to let him go?"

"Of course I won't. After all, an old man in the family is like a treasure. But you didn't even ask. Is that reasonable?"

"I knew you wouldn't." Dylan curled his lips: "He looks at me like an unfilial son and you like a capable grandson. Let him enjoy his life in McCalla."

"Ok?"

Heine was so perceptive that he immediately spotted the problem in this statement.

He was ready to fight back, but seeing that the two Nice men were beginning to feel exhausted, he did not continue to embarrass McCalla.

He quickly changed the topic to the meeting with Aunt Veronica, picking out some interesting parts to let the three people present see the world, while at the same time extracting some information from them to expand his own worldview.

The dinner continued in a soothing and relaxing atmosphere.

Almost everyone was satisfied, including the two skeletons.

The two sat in front of the dining table piled with food. Wei Dianyuan watched Dahuang open his mouth and push the pastries into the table, as if he was sending food into a black hole.

The latter installed a storage module for himself, which is a kind of pocket void capsule.

The valuable furniture and red wine that had appeared in the cabin before were stored in this way, and now it seems that he wants to store some food.

Wei Dianyuan: "By the way, have you forgotten about Teacher Xia and Simon bringing goods back from the west?"

Da Huang: "Of course I remember, so I took out all my things before I went into McCalla so that my backpack wouldn't get stuck."

They call the abnormal situation of the void bag caused by the existence of the other world a "stuck backpack".

Wei Dianyuan: "Then you stored these foods to prepare..."

Da Huang: "Didn't you notice last time? You can earn contribution points by submitting articles to the newspaper. Of course I'm going to submit them to let the villagers know what the food outside looks like. I'm going to open a column called "Saint Xiting on the Tip of the Tongue"."

Wei Dianyuan: "No, what's the point of earning contribution points? What, you want to revolt too?"

Da Huang: "Of course I support myself! What if I need to install an attack module in the future and I don't have the money? As the saying goes, a cannon shot is worth a thousand taels of gold. I can't rely on Heine to figure out everything, right?

"Just think about it. If I have to deal with the people of Eternal Dawn in the future, I can get the blueprints of the Holy Light Railgun from them, modify it into a portable one, and then install it on my small body. How cool would that be!

"This is a portable Holy Light Railgun! With this one shot, the output... With the DPS of Xiaoyang, Xiaoxia and Xiaosan, if they want to catch up with me, they have to wait until the dog licks the noodles, the chicken pecks the rice, and the fire burns through the lock, right?"

Wei Dianyuan was completely confused by his nonsense:

"So you want to rebel against your brothers... Then does my helping you count as aiding and abetting the evil?"

Da Huang: "How can that be possible? Think about it, can I leave you? You are the driver, you help me speed up, and I sit on my butt and die. Shouldn't you get half of the damage?"

Wei Dianyuan: "Fuck, that makes sense, that's quite good, come on, Mr. Yu, eat it with big mouthfuls, put this in with the wrapping paper, don't ruin the shape."

Thus, a strange scene took place during the dinner.

They could have taken it directly, but they still stuffed it into their mouths.

This damn ritual.

……

……

At the same time, Ventus.

A giant snow-white bird flapped its wings and broke into Venus's aerial barrier.

The Eagle Knight on guard was about to surround the uninvited guest when he suddenly saw a silver emblem consisting of a holy grail and musical notes floating above its head.

Everyone suddenly became solemn.

As members of the silver elves, they naturally knew that it represented the royal family.

"Hurry up and inform Lady Tillemans to have Commander Patrick prepare for the reception at the stopover point!"

"Yes!"

The message was quickly transmitted through Venus' internal "wind network". Patrick, the captain of the Son of Wind Guard, quickly appeared on the tarmac with the tree shepherd and nature priest in charge of etiquette, and watched the elegant white figure slowly descend.

They all recognized that this was the favorite monster of the Luku people.

Feather of Glory.

A giant bird that is naturally friendly to Holy Light.

The elves once tried to tame it, but this proud bird would never bow its head. Even if it was raised from an egg, it would quickly lose its holy light properties and become an ordinary white giant eagle.

In addition, Eternal Dawn repeatedly emphasized that this was the "holy bird" of their church, so the elves gave up this thankless task.

So when such a holy and elegant bird-like magical beast appeared as a mount, these well-informed elves couldn't help but feel a little curious.

Who has the ability and perseverance to tame a Radiant Feather?

After all, if a member of the royal family had accomplished this feat, according to their custom, the news would have been known to everyone long ago...

And at this time when cracks are all over the sky and even the outstanding riders of the Wind Guard are reluctant to leave Ventus, this bird seems to be flying from the far west...

What kind of important mission makes the other party take such a risk?

Soon, the answer was revealed.

The third princess, Renee, jumped off the bird's back.

But at this moment, she was not at all the vague image that everyone remembered.

She had a cloak of woven leaves draped over her shoulders, a wreath on her head, and a curled-wood scepter in her hand.

A rich and pure natural scent is continuously released from her body, and she is also filled with a circle of brilliance that makes people feel like worshipping her.

She was like a crowned queen, walking slowly towards the crowd with a friendly smile.