Nerisang threw his unknown son in the group of Templars. He walked out of the ancient building. Under the guidance of his servants, he slowly walked through the luxurious huge courtyard and found his driver and car by the street.

"Mr. Agnelli" His secretary, hurriedly jumped out of the car and opened the door for Agnelli. The silver looked particularly bright against the dark building background. The silver was gently swept across his eyes by the July wind - and then hit his hand protecting the roof edge of the car - the secretary was stunned. Although he would do this every time he opened the door for him, it was the first time he saved the precious head.

"Go to the office." Agnelli said simply that the secretary quickly returned to the passenger seat before the vehicle started, and he heard the question: "Is there a way to delay the time for Rosalia to consult with the Queen and the House of Lords for a week?"

“… the instrument has been submitted and it is difficult to do this unless Her Majesty the Queen makes other arrangements.”

"I don't think she has any other arrangements."

Agnelli whispered sarcastically--maybe he wouldn't have to think about this in a few minutes. He had a hint of luck in mind, but the call he received then broke the extremely rare little fantasy of Master Prime Minister.

He massaged his nose and temples and stroked the bulletproof glass between the front and back seats of the control panel slowly rose up and faithfully isolated the space and the sound. However, Agnelli did not pick up the phone but took out a golden pen with beautiful patterns from the inner pocket of the coat. He took a sticky note and unbuttoned the pen cap and wrote a few lines on the piece of paper that was only three inches square, then folded it longitudinally twice and lit it in the ashtray.

He hoped that this strange way of communication would be as direct, clear and secret as that non-human said.

****

Alex returned to his own room. This room was next to Her Majesty's suite. This was probably the most grand and spacious one in the entire college. Except for the suite where Her Majesty is located. Its tone is very deep. The walls are covered with oak walls. Whether it is the curtains half-covered with blinds, the curtains beside the bedside, and the cushions on the large armchair are maroon-colored and thick satin without any gold or silver embellishment.

The undead walked to the corner of the room and took out a square plate from the suitcase. The stars of various colors were tightly fixed on it. He once again determined the position of the gem. After the state did not change, he threw it into the air. It stopped at the position where Alex wanted. It seemed as if there was a pair of hands that could not be seen by humans there respectfully held it.

Under the silent command of the master, the turquoise snake emerged from Alex's body. Its head was so huge when it was protruded out. But after roughly exploring the size of the room, it shrank with its body - the lich walked forward, and his fingers slowly slid across the edge of the formation map - small particles and almost perfect gems emit bright light from the inside of its own land. The light intertwine, entangled, formed lines and some text, and continued to expand and extend. It did not stop until the intricate magic array occupied about two-thirds of the room.

"Golden Green" lowered its triangular head above the magical field, opening its upper and lower jaws to nearly horizontal. The abdomen was obviously shrinking. The black crystals as small as dust leaked out from the sharp ground snake teeth - they condensed in the pattern of the map that did not originally belong to this plane. It took a long time to barely have a vague shape... Alex swung his snake back and tapped his fingers into the souls of the Nofell people - once the blood clan ushered in the final death, the body and soul immediately turned into smoke and dust. This took a lot of strength to collect the "Golden Green" on their orders. The result was unsatisfactory. Although it could not reach the level of detailed analysis, Alex now at least knew that this time the attack on the landlord messenger.

It was slightly different from his earlier speculation. The place where these dark creatures were bought with money was not Agnelli, but Carlos sent people, or devout Old Testament cynics. The same was true for the clerk who shot Her Majesty the Queen - he considered himself a pure and noble martyr. He hoped that he would still maintain such a firm belief when he was swallowed by himself - a sneer of an illusory sneer about the lich who was too soft and not very fond of food. But he quickly turned his thoughts back to this hard-earned prey. Apart from buying people, this unlucky little lizard (he was not even cute in bats) had little to waste time. His memory was chaotic and worthless as a human or non-human.

The undead in the alien plane is most concerned about - the whereabouts of the soul - this stupid thing thinks that their soul will have a Satanic messenger to come to collect it. Reborn in the lava and gain perfect body and powerful strength.

Bathed in the supreme dark glory, and so on, before it completely collapsed, nothing was born.

He made the lich's perception of the dark creature in this plane hit a limit again to an irreversible trough - he actually didn't even have the most basic common sense that a smart creature should have!

A black object will absorb all the colored light wavelengths that are illuminated on it and will not reflect back at all. The definition of color is the combination of the specific light wavelengths that reflect our eyes. So black is not a color. This knowledge from primary school textbooks should be correct. At least the lich has never seen black light or related records in both planes - including the "Shiri Sutra" that could have confused the gods.

"Golden Green" regrets the sudden disappearance of the food, and the Lich has decided to exclude the Nofeller blood clan from his menu with the gems. He does not want to have a soul gem that has been infected with mental retardation.

...In fact, I really want to see the so-called black glory of the ectopic researchers vent their anger.

****

The buyer sat in a house in Sardinia and took out a loaded pistol from the drawer and stuffed the muzzle into his mouth. The book of pardon in his pocket calmed him down - the sage had already pardoned his own sin.

There was a note-like suicide note in front of him, and he did not regret his betrayal. Although he once swore allegiance to Her Majesty the Queen, he swore loyalty to the spokesperson on the ground earlier and more piously - although he also felt a little guilty, the mission given by God was higher than everything else - His Majesty's life and glory also came from the gift of Saints, right?

He closed his eyes and pulled the trigger firmly, and he waited for the scorching bullet to pass through his mouth and cooked the brain to explode the craniocele-and a few seconds or centuries passed, his ears still quietly could not hear a sound. His nose didn't smell any blood or odor. His brain was still functioning normally.

The briber opened his eyes strangely - he thought it was his instinctive reaction that curbed his finger movements while what he saw was a real nightmare.

A Nofell vampire.

He held the pistol on his deformed, hairy, slender fingers.

Even though he was wearing a luxurious black dress and wearing a black cloak with a blood-colored inner body, he could not compare with other twelve clans, whether it was his face, intelligence or force.

The buyer thought contemptuously that although he had to use the tool, the filth on it still made him feel very disgusting and was just as useless as Agnelli - he added.

"I'll inform you of good news."

The bribed said chirpingly: "You will be blessed to be our fellow tribe."

The briber suddenly opened his eyes wide - the fishy dark creature pounced on his body and bit his blood vessels and enjoyed a rich meal. After satisfying his appetite, he spit out the blood-red tongue and let the turbid saliva and blood flow into the dying person's mouth and watch it flow into the throat and play a wonderful effect in this human body.

One of the Annado tribesmen hung quietly on the treetops outside the window to monitor the whole process - this time there was no mistake again.

It is not a simple task to conceal the truth in front of a necromancer. In ancient books, they can summon any soul to drive them to kill the living or obtain from their mouths the secrets they think they can keep with death are the only non-humans - the blood clan werewolf demons can be uncontrolled even if the latter ushers in real death. Their souls only belong to Satan in hell.

When blood flowed out of the buyer's eye sockets, his nose was sunken and his ears were elongated and his lips protruded. His vague howls came out. The limbs and body began to deform and twist. The little bat flapped his wings and threw them into the dark blue sky with satisfaction. Two thin and ugly shadows quickly jumped out of the window behind him - they ran towards the darkness without looking back.

The blood drops on the study carpet were not yet completely condensed. A slight fluctuation was produced in the air. The black line quickly expanded to the red-faced flames rolled over under the huge horse's hooves. The tall nightmare stepped out of it. Its owner took off his helmet lightly on its back. They could vaguely see countless overlapping and tangled roads behind them.

"Tsk!" The Dead Knight narrowed his eyes: "Come~~~~"

"I have absolutely no delay in time if you testify for me," he said to his mount seriously.

Nightmare impatiently sniffed and stepped on the road of the confused hoofs unfolded towards them again. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!