Ride and Cut

"Under the crown, please forgive my offense." Lord Lord raised the crystal so that everyone could see the shivering little dragon soul inside.

　　 There is no way to be afraid. There are more than two-digit bishop-level priests in this room. As a fragile ghost, Thutmose feels that he will be melted in the next moment.

　　 "This is a poor little undead. He has never hurt anyone. I hope Mian Xia can be a little more tolerant to him, and we will deal with it by ourselves later."

　　 John II nodded insignificantly.

　　 The Holy Light Church theoretically sanctions everything is correct, but the actual implementation depends on who the other party is.

If an ordinary old farmer says that this is just a poor little undead who pardons him, paladins will discount his legs with old fists without saying a word, so that he can deeply understand the zero tolerance attitude of the Holy Light towards evil, and then the undead will also Go to the torture frame honestly.

　　 But if you change to a big person, it may not be so inconsistent. After all, the church also has to live in the secular, and sometimes it is inevitable to be realistic.

　　 You need to know that even if the blood magic stone is such an evil thing, Stuart has used it for thousands of years, and the Holy Light Church has not seen them as heretics to initiate a holy war.

　　 The lord of the mountain castle is, after all, a well-known young powerhouse in the mainland today, and Pompeii and the Holy Light Church are in the honeymoon period. This small requirement is not difficult to meet.

　　 Besides, his statement is also very face-saving. "I will deal with it myself later" sounds a bit ambiguous, but it is also a promise that can be fooled.

　　 The church just needs to open one eye and close one eye

"An undead dragon appeared in Winter City that night. It happened that it was a golden dragon about to give birth to a second head, and it happened that the soul in the second head turned into a wandering soul and survived, retaining some of the experience of his life. ."

　　 "I don't think there will be anyone more qualified than him to make a statement about the situation at the time." Richard snapped his fingers.

According to the previous discussion, Thutmose should immediately stand up and give a generous statement at this time, expressing painfully that from a powerful dragon to a precarious wandering soul, the huge amount of mental damage caused to him is not traced. Stuart is behind the scenes.

　　 But Thutmose still shivered, buried his head under his wings, and did not respond at all, as if he hadn't heard at all.

　　 Several uncontrollable chuckles suddenly sounded on the court.

"three……"

"I...I...I'm Thutmose. I used to be Count Corleone's partner during his lifetime." This poor little ghost flew out like a fire on his butt, and never dreamed that he would make a statement in front of the Pope one day." That day, Corleone and I encircled and suppressed the wild dragon, but the dragon hunting crossbow that was supposed to belong to was not in place, and we both died in battle."

"When I wake up again, my body has become an undead." Thutmose squatted at first, and gradually became smooth as he spoke. "It is extremely difficult to turn a dragon into an undead. Only the book of the dead can Complete this process in just a few days."

　　 Originally, Belluni leaned back in the chair very relaxedly, and suddenly the waist rod sat upright.

　　 "In addition, if you can, please provide me with some humanitarian assistance, because I was received at Alpine Fort..." Thutmose suddenly speeded up his speech.

"Have you heard, Book of the Dead!" The lord slid him back into his pocket. "This dragon and his partner were obviously framed to death by malicious intentions. Later, Stuart also held a funeral for them. It means that the corpse did not fall into the hands of outsiders."

　　 "From the corpse to the undead..." He squinted at Belluni, who was picking up his nose, "It seems that there is something in your collection that is amazing."

　　 Belluni laughed: "Hahaha, Master Paul, tell him, has the Book of the Dead been destroyed by the Holy Light Church long ago?"

　　 Paul hesitated for a while, and said: "Richard, the book of the dead has been destroyed by the church, and I swear in the name of the Holy Light God, I am pretty sure what was destroyed is not a fake."

　　 "According to the record, at that time, it consumed nearly a ton of holy water to neutralize the diffuse magical power of the necromancer, and the counterfeit could not have such a powerful force." John II squeezed his brow.

　　 "Both are true, and both are false." Lord Lord looked at everyone with pity, like a knowledgeable sage, watching a group of stupid eggs who hadn't read books for two days.

　　 "The size of the dead book destroyed by the church shouldn't be exaggerated, right?"

　　 Seeing that Paul and John II both nodded, Richard continued, "But the book of the dead is a magical equipment made by the Titans. It should be the size of the Titans, and it will be bigger than the city gate!"

Richard is eloquently showing off the second-hand knowledge he heard from the iron giant: "Maybe everyone doesn’t know that the book of the dead has a supplement, a total of four books—in Elvish, Dragon, Common, and Ancient Humans. Written in words. These four supplements also have a part of the power of the Book of the Dead. I can be sure that the one that was destroyed before is a copy. That's why I said that they are all true and false."

　　Because the original version was taken by the Titans to the new world~www.readwn.com~ Lord Lord said silently in his heart.

　　 "The destroyed copy is indeed written in common language." Across the long table, John II looked at him in surprise.

　　 "I happen to have done a little bit of trivial research on ancient history." Richard nodded his compliments.

　　 The lord of Alpine Fort thinks that he has always been very humble, but the situation is forced, sometimes even if he tries his best to be humble, he can only pretend to be an X, which is very distressing.

　　 "Your Majesty Belluni, I hope you can explain this." John II's voice became serious.

　　 Belluni ignored him and flicked his nails. A black group accidentally stuck to the face of a nearby envoy, but the man dared not even move.

　　 In fact, almost all the members of the entire Stuya envoy group kept sitting in a dreadful manner and did not dare to say more. It was as if an invisible blade was hanging in the void above his head, and it would be stabbed to death with a slight movement.

　　 "It's a smart young man, it's just a pity, probably... dying!"

　　 "Can I understand this as a blatant threat?" Prince Schmidt frowned.

"Richard, you know, there are enough young people in our country who want to fight you from Fleisch to Vatican." Belluni seemed to be unable to hear other people talking at all, he smiled to himself. It's just that there is a chilling cruelty and madness hidden in the depths of those pupils.

　　 He placed his index finger on the table gently, but the hard solid wood immediately creaked overwhelmedly.

　　 "No matter how many praying mantises are pressed under the wheel, they will be crushed to death." Lord Lord smiled proudly and gave a thumbs up, even more mad than him.