God-level Delivery Man from Ten Thousand Realms

The following is naturally the honorific title of "adult", but judging from Margaret's attitude, it is obvious that no one takes the dark speaker seriously.

Not only him, but even Lucas looked disapproving when it came to the speaker.

The "Demon Lord" Caesar of that year was indeed in high spirits, and almost the entire European continent was under the pressure of the Demon Lord.

Even the Council of Light must avoid its edge!

It's a pity that this Demon Sovereign encountered the most powerful Pope in the history of the Council of Light at the most dazzling moment.

In front of the Pope, who was not yet in his thirties, within just three moves, the Demon Lord was completely defeated and never recovered.

In the decades that followed, new people were constantly replacing old people, and almost no one remembered the once powerful "monarch", but only knew of this "useless" Caesar now.

Lucas sneered:

"The great speaker, shouldn't he be scared to go to his dark tomb again?"

Heinrich frowned slightly:

"I don't know, it's just that I received a call from him when you had an accident and told me to promise all the conditions of the Pope. As for where he is now, I don't know."

"Humph!"

Margaret snorted coldly:

"He's not too useless, at least he knows how to save us."

"so what?"

Lucas' eyes were full of gloom:

"If it weren't for our support over the years, the Dark Council would have been over! But what about him? What has he done?"

"Fishing! Bird raising! Gambling! We even hired a bunch of experts to study European history every day!"

"The most irritating thing is that this old guy actually has the spare time to buy a cruise ship to travel around the world!"

Lucas suddenly slapped the table viciously:

"It is rumored that we made him empty, but the real situation is that this old guy doesn't care about our life or death at all!"

"Let's talk less, it's not a day or two."

Heinrich sighed and pinched his forehead hard:

"No matter what the speaker is, now that the Bright Council has another pope, we should think about what to do."

"What can we do?"

Margaret looked anxious:

"The contract has been signed. Even if the Council of Light is now a baby as Pope, we can't do anything!"

When the contract was mentioned, the faces of several people suddenly sank.

If a few people still had intrigue before, but now, almost all of them are no longer in that mood.

Stuck on the island of Britain, even if you have all the powers of the Dark Council, what's the point?

"Contract... This **** contract! Originally, as long as the Pope died, we could rise up. Who would have thought..."

As Lucas talked, his face was gloomy, and his hatred for Jiang Fan was a little bit more.

However, at this moment, Heinrich suddenly changed his face:

"What did you say?"

Lucas was startled:

"I said contract."

"Not this, next sentence!"

"The Pope is dead..."

"right!"

Heinrich stood up suddenly, and the whole person showed a look of extreme excitement:

"The Pope is dead!"

Lucas and Margaret looked blank.

Just immediately, the two of them gasped at the same time, and then, their excited bodies trembled!

"Yes, the Pope is dead!"

Margaret's voice trembled:

"So, the ones he once suppressed..."

Lucas' face almost contorted with excitement:

"Among those people, there is a seven-line Dharma God who is extremely perverted—"

Heinrich took a deep breath and said slowly:

"As long as he is found, this contract is no longer a threat!"

…

In the southwest of Romania's territory, near Craiova, there is a vast mountainous area.

The mountains are densely covered with forests, but they are shrouded in thick fog all the year round, and there are few people, so they have maintained their original appearance for many years.

Naturally, no one has discovered that there is a towering, blood-red castle standing in the shadow of the mountains.

The ancient castle is extremely huge. The area of ​​the main body alone exceeds two football fields. Its architectural style is rough and there is an evil spirit. With the blood-red color, it looks like a ghost in this dense fog.

The name of the castle is also very simple, it is called the **** castle.

And the master here is the dark world giant with the same name as the Dark Speaker, the master of Solomon's Key, the Bloody Grand Duke!

Inside the castle, there is a luxurious hall with a total of 500 square meters, and at the end of the hall, there is a blood-red metal throne.

The owner of the castle, the Bloody Grand Duke, is sitting on the throne at this moment, looking at the information in his hand in a trance.

The Grand Duke wore a set of blood-red ferocious armor. The joints of the armor were full of sharp thorns that were twenty centimeters long. On the chest of the armor, there was an extremely terrifying devil's head.

The six eyes of the devil are decorated with some kind of gemstone. No matter who they are, as long as they look at the Grand Duke, they will feel that those eyes are always staring at themselves.

In addition, this armor actually wrapped the Grand Duke's head tightly, revealing only a pair of bottomless eyes.

The Grand Duke was looking at the information in a trance, and Stuart, one of the three butlers of the Grand Duke, stood respectfully opposite the Grand Duke, slightly bent, as if waiting for the Grand Duke's orders at any time.

After a long time.

"Jiang Fan..."

The Grand Duke's voice was thick and steady, but when Jiang Fan's name was mentioned, there was a rare tremor.

Stuart was motionless, and his years of service made him very clear that the Archduke was only sighing, and this sigh must be endless.

Sure enough, after slowly reciting the name, the Bloody Grand Duke suddenly sighed:

"I didn't pay attention to him at the beginning, what a failure!"

Stuart's face changed, he knew very well that when he shouldn't speak by himself, it's best not to say a word.

But now, he really couldn't help it, so he whispered:

"My lord, isn't it a good thing for Jiang Fan to take the position?"

"Oh?"

The Bloody Grand Duke seemed to be interested. He supported the handle of the throne with his elbows, and supported his face with that sharp iron hand full of barbs. His eyes were full of curiosity and looked at Stuart:

"Why do you say that?"

Stuart said:

"Jiang Fan's position is better than either Gustav or Clarence, right?"

"And he is a Chinese. In terms of belief, I don't think he will be very pious, and it is destined that he will not regard us as mortal enemies."

"The most important thing is that Jiang Fan is a man who can be bought."

"Such a person sits in that position, I think in the future, we will be a lot easier."

The Bloody Archduke nodded:

"It makes sense."

Stuart's face lit up.

However, the Bloody Grand Duke then asked:

"What you said, you know, I know, and someone like the Pope must know that too. If that's the case, have you ever thought about it, why did the Pope choose him as his successor?"