Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Black Market Long Street was filled with milky white light elements, and the priests of the Holy See in platinum embroidered robes blocked all the stalls and were searching one by one.

Anyone who sells items related to necromantic magic will be imprisoned by the special light shackles specially made by the Holy See, and stand aside in a row, and will be escorted back to the Holy See after everything is over to await trial.

Seale wrapped the collar of the windbreaker tightly and followed Lancelot quickly across the long street.

He had heard before that the Holy See of the Holy Light was strictly investigating necromancy, but he never thought that it had reached such a level that it would cooperate with the black market to fish and enforce the law, arresting people under the guise of the necromantic code.

At the end of the long street, there are two priests of the Holy See of Holy Light guarding them. They hold a magic wave detection spar, and everyone can only pass through the inspection.

The dead bells that Syl brought had all been exchanged for gold coins, and there was no fluctuation related to necromantic magic on his body, so he passed the inspection easily and waited for Lancelot.

One priest scans with a detection spar in his hand, while the other is responsible for searching the belongings.

Hearing the pastor searching, Syl muttered in a low voice, "What a nice figure."

In the next second, Lancelot's cold gaze fell on the priest's frisking hand.

"Cough, cough..." The pastor hurriedly pretended nothing happened, and stepped aside, "You don't have any prohibited items on you, so you can pass."

"I'm sleepy." The priest holding the detection spar yawned. "It's the middle of the night."

The black market opened in the middle of the night, and light magicians practiced during the day when the light elements were sufficient. They usually woke up at dawn, so they would inevitably feel sleepy.

"That's right, the search activities have been too frequent in the past two days, and I haven't slept a full night."

Hearing this, it seems that the Holy See of the Holy Light has only recently started to frequently search for necromancer magic.

Syl felt strange and asked, "Why is the investigation so strict now?"

At this moment, no one passed by, so the pastor said to him, "This story starts with a crow..."

"crow?"

"Yes, it is said that two days ago, His Majesty the Pope saw a crow on the spire of the temple."

In Lothrah, ravens are the most frequented pets of necromancers, as well as symbols of disaster.

"My lord bishop said that after His Majesty the Pope saw the crow, he would often say things like 'he's back' and 'he's back' absentmindedly. So—" the pastor paused, and looked towards Lancelot mysteriously. close to the ear.

"That's why we all suspect that the devil king who has been sleeping underground is about to wake up."

Lancelot's reaction was very indifferent: "Oh."

Seeing that Lancelot was not interested, the pastor said, "Now the Holy City is under full martial law. His Majesty the Pope has been in seclusion for two days. I heard that he used astrology in the Holy Temple to predict the movements of the Demon King."

Lancelot turned around: "Your Highness, let's go."

"Hey, don't go." The pastor was anxious, "Such important news, do you want to respond?"

Syl's attention has already been attracted by the grilled squid in a shop not far away, "Three gold coins in one skewer, ten gold coins in three skewers..."

"Hello? That's the devil! Aren't you afraid of the devil who almost destroyed the Holy See a thousand years ago?"

"Mr. Butler, shall we buy three skewers of squid?"

"it is good."

"Are you ignoring me? Hey?! What's so delicious about squid? It's the devil, isn't he delicious?"

Lancelot went to buy squid, Syl touched the back of his head and replied honestly, "I haven't smelled it, how would I know."

The pastor rolled his eyelids and was a little out of breath.

Lancelot soon returned with three skewers of grilled squid, and Searle handed him one, "Would you like a skewer? I don't know about the devil, but the grilled squid is really delicious."

He walked and gnawed all the way, and finished a whole squid. He had already reached the small woods outside the town, where the ghost carriage was hidden.

Lancelot stepped on it first, turned around and stretched out his hands.

Syl was holding him with one hand, and the other hand was holding the small wooden stick left over from eating squid. When getting into the carriage, one of them lost his balance and almost fell backwards.

Fortunately, Lancelot quickly took him over.

Syl buried himself in front of his cold chest, unable to hear the beating of his heart.

The undead horse had already raised its hooves and moved forward. The night wind passed through the coffin boards, blowing a faint, snow-like fragrance.

"Mr. Steward."

"Ok?"

"You smell so good."

Lancelot didn't respond, but the hand holding Searle froze.

Syl thought that his thoughtless words had offended Mr. Housekeeper, so he stepped back quickly.

After all, from what happened to the pastor just now, it can be seen that Lancelot doesn't like others to touch him.

"I don't mean anything else." He tried to explain.

"Is it more delicious than squid?" Lancelot asked.

"what??"

"I smell better than squid?"

Searle: "..."

The question stumped him.

"Well, still, squid is more fragrant?"

After all, no matter how delicious Lancelot is, why not eat it?

"I understand."

"Eh?"

Lancelot took the small wooden stick in Searle's hand and made a virtual circle in the air.

"Smell it again, Your Highness?" Syl took the small wooden stick and smelled it. The original smell of grilled squid turned into the smell of Mr. Butler.

And Mr. Butler...it smells like squid.

"???"

"This is a spell to exchange scents." Lancelot explained solemnly.

Wait, that's not the problem at all, is it?Why swap smells with grilled squid?

For some reason, Seale felt that the smell of squid was transferred to Lancelot, and it seemed to become more alluring.

He firmly held his nose and backed away, "Change back quickly, I'll be hungry if I smell it."

……

When the ghost carriage passed through the border of Ferdinand, Lancelot suddenly asked, "Your Highness, they say that the devil is about to wake up, aren't you afraid?"

"The devil?" In Syl's view, that was a very distant thing. "If the devil was really born, the pope would not ignore it. Besides, they all said that the devil destroyed the Holy See, not the world."

Lancelot then asked, "Well, what if he wants to destroy the world?"

Syl thought for a while based on this hypothesis, "Then I will put on the armor, carry the big sword on my back, and go kill the devil."

After finishing speaking, he held up a small wooden stick and demonstrated a set of gaudy sword moves that he used to use when playing games of the brave.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing Lancelot's eyes bent, Searle was a little unhappy. "Is it funny?"

"Return to Your Highness, it's not funny." But the smile in this person's eyes did not hold back at all.

Searle poked him with a small wooden stick in feinted anger, and Mr. Housekeeper immediately fell back very cooperatively, and said expressionlessly, "Ah, I'm dead."

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Thank you Rourou, Yeluseng for the landmines, Yuyu for the grenades and nutrient solution, and Xia He for the nutrient solution~吃嘿嘿嘿!