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Viri nodded: "Yes, if life and death are a mirror, then the priest and the necromancer may be at the two ends of the mirror, one is life and the other is death, and the difference between them may not be great. "

These remarks were shocking, and most of the people present couldn't recover for a long time.

Sean sighed and said, "What you said makes sense."

During the Violet War, the priest just waved his staff casually, and he could rain down the rain of healing and bring the dying wounded back to life.Sometimes they also worry, if these priests really have the ability to bring the dead back to life, what will happen to their empire?

Shouldn't they just wait to disarm and surrender?

Thinking about it this way, the existence of necromancers is not only because they can manipulate corpses - resurrection from the dead in another sense.

The Holy See can train a large number of priests, so why can't it train necromancers?

John is a living example.

"How to catch him?" Sean rarely became anxious. The threat of a skeleton was like a sharp knife hanging above his head, and now the legendary necromancer appeared inexplicably.

It's not just John alone, there may be a group of them.

Obviously, after hearing the news, the expressions of the other people were not very good.

There were low voices of discussion in the room, everyone was planning for their future.

"Master, you don't have to be so irritable. As long as you don't take the initiative to approach the Misty Forest, you should be fine." Mason bent down, massaged Sean's temple, and comforted him softly in his ear.

Viri agreed: "Undercover John is now hiding in the forest of mist, and we have nothing to do with him. Since the Mages Guild and the Holy See are both searching for clues to the scepter, it is bound to confront John."

He paused and said: "As for your mercenary guild, my suggestion is that it is best to withdraw from the scepter matter now, the water behind is too deep, and all the news at hand is lagging behind, and it all comes from mages. The guild and the Holy See. If you rashly participate, I’m afraid you’ll get stuck and you won’t be able to get out.”

Just when someone wanted to refute, Sean said wearily, "That's the only way to go."

As soon as he made a sound, the dissenting people beside him immediately died down. Even though they looked unwilling, they could only swallow the words on the tip of their tongues.

"If any of you still have thoughts about that scepter, I won't stop it," Sean straightened up, "I won't collect your corpses if you die in the misty forest. Although I don't want to say that, the reality is , the mercenary guild can't compete with the Holy See, 20 years ago, the empire tried its best, but it was just a miserable victory, we don't even know if the Pope is dead or not."

"Now, the undead are hiding in the misty forest, and the villains of the Holy See are waiting to harvest the lives of the mercenaries at any time. I can't let you take risks." Sean glanced over their faces one by one, "From now on, the whole city Martial law, closing the gates of Fast City, only allowed to enter, not allowed to exit, those who want to go out, live and die!"

"Dismiss!"

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The huge city government began to run rumblingly. Viri stood on the watchtower again, and the heavy iron fence crashed to the ground. For a while, dust was flying outside the city, and sand and gravel were flying everywhere.

Looking at the forest of mist in the distance at this time, it seems that a faint layer of blood can be seen covering the forest.

The snowy owl squatted on his shoulders and looked into the distance with him.

As the sun sets, even the snow-capped mountains on the horizon are submerged in the setting sun, as if someone had poured a bowl of blood on the top of the mountain.

The whistling wind passed by my ears, and Willie sighed softly: "Talk to Sean in a few days and borrow a horse from him. I don't know why I always feel dull, maybe I'm too worried about the town of Fryer. .”

Thirty years ago, that destructive forbidden curse destroyed his treasured hometown.

In the face of absolute power, he was too weak. If Ignas hadn't used his body to protect him, he would have been turned into ashes together with the vast sea of ​​flowers.

After the curse was over, he crawled out from the scorched earth, and the person beside him who had just confessed to him had already turned into a black and dry bone.

After 30 years, when he recalled the past again, he still feels uneasy.

Surging grief welled up in his chest, and Viri took several deep breaths before suppressing the sour nose.

Snowy Owl sensed Viri's sad mood, and took the initiative to rub his soft, warm, downy chest on his cheek, and raised his wings to cover the back of his head.

Willie said softly, "Thank you."

The snowy owl barked a few times and flapped its wings, but did not speak.

Viri raised his head and looked at the snowy owl's golden eyes, which were still as agile as before, but there seemed to be something missing.

The snowy owl tilted its head, showing its unique funny expression again.

"Forget it, what have I been thinking about all day long?" He laughed at himself helplessly, stretched out his hand, and rubbed Snowy Owl's round head.

After the entire city of Fast was under martial law, only a few kittens insisted on going out of the city.After most of the high-level mercenary regiments fell into the sand, not many people dared to take the idea of ​​the scepter, and Fast City enjoyed a short period of tranquility.

However, within half a month, refugees gradually gathered outside the city.

Sean deliberately left guards in the watchtower, taking turns to stand guard and pay attention to the changes around Fast City.It was the first time in more than a decade that the city hall, which had been dusted, was so lively. Sean slept in the city hall every night, with countless official documents waiting to be processed.The resettlement of the seriously wounded mercenaries, the cultivation of food in the city, and the plague issue all required him, the guild leader, to personally review each item.

The vice presidents were not idle either. After Viri's suggestion, they summoned all the mages who could walk freely to write magic scrolls together to prevent the skeletons from walking out of the foggy forest.As for some mercenaries who couldn't rest and fought and caused trouble at such a time, they were sent to dig a moat outside the city.

Around the city hall, Fast, which has been smoggy for decades, is finally running in an orderly manner.

town Hall.

Sean pressed his forehead and wrote the approval documents in great distress, while Mason on the side helped him sort them out, which looked exceptionally harmonious from a distance.Willie made up his mind to go to Fryer, and only after seeing that the martial law work in Fast was on the right track, did he take the initiative to say goodbye to Sean—by the way, he borrowed a horse as a means of transportation.

He was dressed exactly the same as the day he came to Fast.

Her black hair, as soft as seaweed, was tied neatly behind her head, holding a pitch-black piano case in her hand, standing in the sun, like a pampered noble young master.

Sean looked up when he heard Willy's footsteps.

"Hey, Willie, what's-"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Willie's attire, swallowed the rest of his words, hurriedly pushed away the heavy chair, and walked around from behind the desk to the front.

"Are you going to leave?"

Willie: "Of course, I wanted to go back to Fryer, but I have been staying in Fast for too long now, and I should have gone back."

"Can't you stay for a while longer?" Sean's frustration was visible to the naked eye. "It's not very safe to go out of the city now."

"I can protect myself," Willie said, "but I have a favor."

"You said."

"I want to borrow a horse. You know, it takes two days to ride a horse from Fast to Fryer." Willie said, "If possible, I hope you can prepare some dry food and food for me." clear water."

Sean agreed very happily: "Yes, but I also have a request."

"Huh?" Willie was puzzled.

Sean pressed his shoulder and asked in a deep voice, "You have been in the capital for so long, do you know how to settle the refugees?"

At night, Fast is brilliantly lit, as bright as day.

Even during the period of martial law, the lights in taverns were kept on all night, and the smell of poor-quality alcohol wafted through the streets, which was a bit choking.

"Recently, the city has taken in a group of refugees, all of whom are from nearby villages and towns," Sean said. "Fast has no shortage of land, so I just let them in, give them food, and let them do some work by the way." .”

"It's a good thing," Willie nodded, "it's better than wandering outside."

Once the refugees become a disaster, the plague will follow.Compared with the plague, the skeletons in the misty forest are set off cutely.

In Fast, the city of mercenaries, the taverns are the most numerous. There is never a shortage of land and houses. Most of the low-level mercenaries are guys who have no use for a fixed foothold.Raw materials such as bread and meat in the city are all bought from outside.

Now that the railway tracks and other means of transportation are cut off, Fast's food supply is suddenly stretched.

"Have you investigated exactly where the refugees are coming from?" said Veri.

"Not so fast," Sean shook his head, "Did you forget? The official language of Fast is the lingua franca, but those refugees come from the surrounding villages and towns, and they speak with a strong accent, so they need an interpreter. The specific report will not be available until tomorrow." .”

Willie dumbfounded: "Yes."

He has lived in the capital for so long that he almost thought that the whole continent spoke the common language.

The aroma of freshly baked bread came from the shops on the street, and there were carefully crafted cake models in the window. The strawberries on the models were so delicate and beautiful that just looking at them made people's index fingers move.

"Buy some to try?" Sean smiled.

"No," Willie quickly refused, "I'm not hungry."

Wei Li still held his piano case in his hand, and he refused to let go along the way.

Sean looked at it strangely: "Is that why you treasure your violin so much?"

"A person always has a few things that he won't let go of," Willie chuckled. "For me, it's this violin."

The refugee resettlement area is next to the city wall, with roofs and walls, which can shelter the refugees from wind and rain, so that these poor people with their families can sleep well.

When the lights came on, the refugee area was bustling.

But in a few days, peddlers heard about the news and came here to sell bread and water.Viri glanced at it, and found that the bread was rough brown bread, placed on the stalls, like bricks for a city wall.

Sean followed his eyes to see that the row of black bread had been out of the oven for a long time, it was cold and hard, and it must not taste good to bite.He frowned in disgust: "Wow, it's this thing again."

"Shouldn't you feel kind?" Willy felt amused, "This was our ration before, and we have been eating it for more than ten years. Why shouldn't it be this expression?"

Sean turned his head away in pain: "After the war, I swore I would never eat this thing again."

The housewives among the refugees were queuing up to buy black bread, and Viri went up to ask the price, and found that the price of the hawker was reasonable.The refugees all carried some coins more or less, which they could afford.Viri bought a piece of bread, tore off a small piece and tasted it, and found that the taste was much better than what he remembered.

Xiao En still had disgust in his eyes, but his body leaned over honestly: "How is it?"

"It turned out to be a little better than expected," Willie was shocked, he broke the bread in half, and handed half of the bread to Sean, "Try it."

Xiao En was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and finally lost to his own curiosity.

As soon as he ate the bread, Sean cursed: "After all, there is no shortage of wheat now, so there is no need to use sand to make up the count." In addition to being hard, the brown bread during the war was also mixed with sand. If you swallow it, your teeth and stomach will suffer together.

After eating the bread, Viri patted the crumbs on his hands, raised his head and said, "You still need to figure out how to resettle the refugees. After all, I'm not a lord or nobleman. I just worked as a swordsmanship teacher in the capital for 20 years."

"Well——" Shaun, who broke his oath, wiped his hands silently. "I have long wanted to make Fast really work. At least there are merchants and farmers who can be self-sufficient and trade. Unfortunately, there has never been a chance."

Viri looked sideways: "I never thought you had such ambitions?"

"Don't forget, I was originally a merchant's child," Sean whispered through the bustling crowd, "Fast is indeed very rich, but only the guild is rich, and there are no civilians except mercenaries who will rest in the city. Will choose here. Do you remember those vice presidents?"

"Yeah." Of course Willy remembered.

Those vice presidents are young, but they are only about 30 years old, and they can occupy high positions.

Xiao En said contemptuously: "They all rely on the shelter of their parents. Their parents were high-ranking members of the mercenary guild, and they have the same virtue as those nobles. Why do you think I became the president?"

"Why?"

"Of course it's based on absolute strength." Sean raised his chin triumphantly.

Viri pointed out calmly: "I remember that there are mages among the vice presidents. I'm afraid you can't do anything with mages based on your strength."

Xiao En's raised tail immediately fell down, and he coughed uncomfortably: "I have foreign aid."

"Your butler Mason?" Willie said casually.

Sean: "Hey, it's him."

Walking to the edge of the refugee resettlement area, Viri stopped suddenly: "Who is your butler? I have seen his smile, including the color of his hair, I have also seen it."

Willie had always been observant and had a good memory.He said he had seen it, so he must have seen it.

Going further, it is the most famous tavern street in Fast, with colorful lights, mercenaries come and go in and out of the tavern, and through the wide open door, you can see sexy girls and beautiful boys inside.For these low-level mercenaries, the undead skeletons dozens of miles away are too far away from them. No scepter, life and death are as real as drinking and beauty.

Xiao En stared at a mercenary who was drunk and dreaming on the street, and said, "Actually, you should be able to guess."

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