Mojito Mansion.

"Lord O'Neal?"

Zhong Shenxiu touched the returned Melmond's head and recalled the information obtained by the other party's tracking.

This Lord was originally a great merchant, and was said to be a descendant of the nobles, but he was defeated.

However, the other party is a living legend in the kingdom, and through several venture capital investments, he earned huge wealth.

Finally, after donating a large amount of gold pounds to the royal family, the church, and the noble council, he was announced to have the noble bloodline and obtained the canonization of the Lord.

‘It sounds like the lucky one in an inspirational story, but there is never a lucky person for no reason… Is this his secret?’

Zhong Shenxiu thought for a while and ordered: "Continue to monitor, he is just an extraordinary person in the fourth order. He cannot find your existence, but be careful, there must be a high-ranking person behind him!"

"Wang... with the protection of his master and my own specialness, extraordinary people below the demigod will definitely not be able to discover me."

Melmond shouted in a pleasing voice and sank into the void.

...

Half a month later.

Carleston, outside.

Black was wearing a black and red school uniform and was participating in an escort mission ordered by the above.

This time the escort mission was very special. As a senior officer, he was told directly that what he was going to escort was a very dangerous curse.

Its negative effects... are very powerful!

‘The person above must have his head on his butt, so that my third battalion will participate in such a mission…’

Although he is also an extraordinary person, he is still in the third order [Swordsman], and as an elite military force of the Third Battalion, each soldier is well-trained and equipped with the latest flintlock musket with bayonets, Black still feels very dangerous.

After all, he knew that a corps like him might be very good at dealing with ordinary people on the battlefield.

But dealing with those real strong men in the mysterious world is as fragile as a scarecrow.

Perhaps a strong wind blows and will fall in pieces.

‘The only thing that can be hoped for is that the church and the extraordinary people sent by the royal family are strong enough…’

Thinking of this, he grabbed the white horse under his seat and came to the center of the team, and saw the huge carriage under the guards.

Although a certain seal was made, I was afraid that the seal would be broken and it would cause heavy casualties and injuries to ordinary people. Therefore, this curse was not transported through public transportation facilities such as steam trains, but chose to transport more primitive livestock.

Eight war horses were pulling a huge carriage with curtains hanging down from all sides.

Through the gentle breeze blowing, a trace of black curtain was lifted, Black could see a dark, huge coffin that seemed to be made of black metal all over...?

On its surface, there are a large number of chains wrapped around it, like seals.

Even so, every once in a while, a violent struggle would be heard from the coffin, as if there was something living, or... a wild beast hidden inside!

This must be done together with the extraordinary people of the church to be able to be reluctantly appeased.

"Boss!"

A soldier saw Black and ran over to salute.

"How is the situation?"

Black saluted casually and asked.

"That ghost made another fuss half an hour ago, and it took 3 minutes to calm down..." The soldier curled his lips: "We are very worried..."

After all, even ordinary people know the horror of cursed things!

"In another hour, we will arrive in the capital... At that time, I will give you three days off each... so that you can enjoy the wine and the charm of women in Carleston..."

Black smiled vulgarly and made a promise.

At this moment, a strong whistle seemed to be heard in his ears.

“There is wind!”

Black thought casually and felt the strong wind blowing by.

The strong wind blew the corners of his clothes, mixed with fallen leaves.

The withered leaves seemed to have a dark and sharp color at this time, giving people a very dangerous feeling.

The strong wind continued.

Falling leaves are flying, suddenly mixed with large blood flowers.

"Enemy...attack!"

Black saw the soldiers in front of him cut off their arms by fallen leaves, large pieces of flesh and blood on their shoulders, clothes crumbs and bright red pieces of meat flying, revealing pale bones, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

He pulled out the sword around his waist and let out a roar.

A strong layer of light burst out from the Western-style stabbing sword, protecting him.

But extraordinary people as powerful as him are only a few.

Those soldiers could line up to shoot enemy troops, criminals, low-level extraordinary people... but they could not resist natural disasters!

A large number of human bodies were dismembered and blood quickly dyed the land red.

"Damn, what about the extraordinary people of the church?"

Black roared, and saw that the powerful and extraordinary people did not look for enemies, but were guarding the carriage.

It was like the goods escorted this time were more important than soldiers.

Although he knew that this was indeed the case, a flame suddenly rose in his heart.

“【Wind Speaker】..."

A church monk in robes opened his turbid eyes and looked at a maple forest ahead.

Under the shade, Lord O'Neill made a disguise, spreading his hands, like a person hugging a hurricane, and suddenly bowed: "Teacher..."

His teacher was the one who gave help in time when he was in trouble, and was also the powerful and extraordinary person from the Westing Empire, the fifth order [Son of Wind]!

Around the carriage, an invisible portal was opened, and more than a dozen wind spirits with humans on the upper body and whirlwind on the lower body emerged and rushed towards all extraordinary people.

Immediately, a floating figure hidden under the cloak appeared quietly, stirring up the wind and clouds as if tying the strings of a harp.

Huh!

A powerful tornado formed, sweeping over the huge carriage at once.

The war horse ran away in a panic. The steel coffin on it slammed heavily on the ground, and chains were cut by wind blades.

"He...he wants to open the seal of the curse and interfere with us."

The extraordinary man from the royal family waved his hand, and the environment around him became illusory, and ancient undead came out of it.

The fifth order of [Graiser] is called [Apostle], which can borrow the power of the spiritual world more deeply and even form an army of undead!

Countless undead stretched out their pale palms and wanted to grab the [Son of Wind], but it was too late.

A flash of lightning fell, and the huge metal coffin was split into pieces, revealing one of the shriveled and thin bodies, but... there was no shroud!

The mummy suddenly opened his eyes, staring at [Son of Wind] with amber pupils!

The other party's suspended body suddenly became stiff, and even his thinking seemed to be injected with a lot of paste...

"No...shutter...is...trap..."

At this moment, he saw the streaming light that was speeding from the city and the old man in a gorgeous robe inside, his face filled with despair: "It's just... a mere curse thing... why... alarmed this existence?"

The visitor is the Archbishop of the Gate of Ten Thousand Gate, the "Clearing God" and Crado Tissam!

"A [Son of Wind] from the Westing Empire?"

Crado waved his hand gently, and several monks on the ground hurriedly bowed and rushed to the maple leaf forest where O'Neill was hiding.

His eyes were clear, and he looked at [Son of Wind] and asked in a hoarse voice: "Tell me... the sectarian who assassinated the MP Bornke that day!"
Chapter completed!