Something's wrong with my undead

Half an hour later, Huihui arrived at the study in the lord's mansion.

But she did not come in the form of Ana Hui, but rather Lord Hui herself.

"grown ups."

Seeing the lord, Heine hurriedly stood up respectfully.

"It's okay, I'll take a look."

Huihui waved her hand, her attention focused on the soul of the middle-aged man who was looking at her at the desk.

Solace - the Mad King - had been in the form of a miniature dragon soul for the past three days, which meant that he had not yet regained consciousness.

So today is the first time.

This also means that Solace has completely gotten rid of the life of living in the dragon soul and has become an independent soul.

Although his strength was not as good as before due to discarding most of his soul essence, in his words, he felt a lighter feeling than ever before.

At the same time, the soul of the dragon Ossidre was also freed.

However, the long years wore away her will, and she and her sister Flaos became wild dragon souls in the other world, and like Cayetano, they "started their life in the other world from scratch."

This also confirms what Heine said to Buzina to some extent:

The purity of a dragon's soul does not come from within, but is maintained by external forces.

Therefore, their souls are like a building that appears magnificent but is actually shaky. Once they leave Dragon Island, they are even less resilient than the Macara people.

So even though they are the founders of the poetry society, they are afraid to come to McCalla.

...

"Are you the descendant of Grandio?"

Solace looked at Megumin with great interest, his eyes filled with regret.

Hui Hui bowed slightly: "McCarla's past is no longer verifiable. Perhaps you should go and take a look at the wall of the secret room."

"I've been there, and I can only see the shadow of Grandio in the first few portraits. Except for the eyes, you really look less and less like him."

Solace sighed. "This may be related to Grandio's background. He is just like his bastard father. He became the heir as a bastard. His mother's side was also a commoner. As for his own heir... there is no doubt that she was also a commoner woman he found after leaving the fortress."

At this point he snorted, "A transcendent who is at least six hundred years old actually cheated on an ordinary woman after leaving my supervision. He is really getting more shameless as he gets older!"

George Hui's expression was a little awkward. Even with her best acting skills, she didn't know what expression to make at this moment.

"You are a lord after all, don't let him lead you by the nose." Heine privately chatted with her, "You can't let him scold you like he scolds his grandson in the future!"

"Cough cough..."

Huihui cleared her throat and took out her player status.

"Mr. Solace, we went to so much trouble to save you, not to listen to you complain about my ancestors - if that's the point."

Of course, she would not be scared by a mere boss, but she was unsure of Heine's attitude at first.

Now that I have someone to support me, I can do whatever I want.

However, Solace had no idea that the two men were secretly discussing the script. Seeing that the young man in front of him, who had the same eye color as Grandio, could still face him with dignity, his eyes lit up!

It’s true that heroes emerge from young people!

No wonder he and Heine, master and servant, were able to run McCalla so well in such a short period of time.

Facts have proved that no matter what era, talents - young talents - especially young talents from his own family are always favored by Lao Deng.

“I’m just reminiscing about the past.”

Solace smiled, then changed the subject and his expression changed:

"So, what is this?"

He asked, pointing at the "wild history" on the table.

Even though his soul strength is only around level six now, he still has a terrifying aura.

"I think my staff has already explained it. You also know something about Macara's 'copy'. You naturally understand that we have summoned some heroic spirits with special identities."

Huihui said calmly, “This is what we got from their memories, a certain possibility of the future—the Veritas people were the first to arrive at the underground palace and forged the remains of a mad king, and the adventurers who followed got these from it.”

“This is also the core reason why we took immediate action after learning about His Excellency from Lakaz.”

Heine added: "I am not exaggerating when I say we are going to rescue you from the Veritas."

As Solace listened to the two's explanation, his expression gradually softened, but he still looked very grim.

Anyone would go crazy if they saw themselves being framed like this.

"What do you think after reading it?" Huihui asked.

“It’s like watching a bad lie.”

Solace snorted. "But considering that there is no record of the Empire's past, this would undoubtedly fool everyone... I don't understand why Ivan's descendants would do this."

"We also want to figure out their purpose, so we came up with the solution regarding the underground palace."

Heine waved his hand, and a simple map of southern Macara appeared in the air.

Solace saw an arrow pointing to the Deathclaw Mountains, representing the silver region of the Macalari world spreading southward and eventually including the Deathclaw Mountains.

Heine: “What’s left of Deathclaw Mountain now is a polluted nature spirit, a deserted sanctuary, a destroyed temple, and an intact underground palace.

“McKara has accumulated a wealth of experience in dealing with this kind of problem. If you want to purify the sanctuary, you must purify the spirit of nature. Then the chains on Urument will be broken by itself.

“So, we are faced with two choices.

"One option is to do this and then have Ian repair the temple and gradually purify the entire Deathclaw Mountain, so that your underground palace can serve as a real mountain fortress."

"That's obviously impossible." Solace shook his head. "That mountain has been fused with millions of polluted corpses and has long been the anchor of the underworld. Otherwise, it wouldn't have easily generated a horrible rift that could be observed by Dragon Island. I know you have the ability to purify it, but the price is too high. Besides, it was my mistake, and I don't need others to make up for it for me."

The nominal master and servant looked at each other and expressed their appreciation and pleasure from the bottom of their hearts.

This old man is so wise!

“That’s why there’s the second one.”

“We’re going to go back there and invent a fictional history to see how the people of Veritas react,” Heine said.

Hearing this, Solace frowned and picked up the unofficial history books:

"You guys are going to make this up?"

Heine was stunned, and Huihui was also stunned.

What do you mean?

Huihui asked tentatively: “So what you mean is…”

"Since we are going to write it, we should at least make it look decent."

Solace said seriously, "When Ivan and the others left, I emphasized to everyone that their bloodlines could continue, and my soul root could forever protect the pollution deep in their bloodlines. So, I don't think they would say much to future generations, at most they would mention me vaguely.

“That is to say, the Veritas may not really know this history, and their goal is to understand it.

“And you also said that the Veritas people deliberately erased history, so they must have complete information. Even if there are not many clues pointing to the imperial era before the birth of the gods, they can still deduce a rough outline.

"In this way, the thing in your hand becomes a piece of rubbish that can be seen at a glance - so do you really want to go to so much trouble just to make the people of Veritas feel a little angry about being fooled, instead of actually making them believe it?"

...

"My lord, I think he is right!"

Huihui said excitedly: "The Veritas people can just come up with something to fool us who know nothing, but I can't do that! We are making things too simple!"

Heine also realized the seriousness of the problem, so he asked Solace:

"Are you going to write it yourself?"

"It's not enough to just make up some stories."

Solace shook his head and said, "If you want to falsify history, you have to do it completely."

Heine: "So you intend to..."

Solace: "Let me see Lakaz. I want to give him some 'simple tasks'."