Dust of History Chapter 69:

"Hey, let the legends continue to be legends. I have never been very interested in legends." The Pope smiled, and flicked his finger with white light, and the ring at the end of the hilt slipped off down. Just as the monstrous dark aura on the hilt was about to surge out, the hilt had already fallen back into the sun well water in his pocket.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty." Bishop Inham said suddenly.

"Congratulations for what?" The pope looked at the bishop meaningfully. "Congratulations on getting this hot potato?"

"No, congratulations, your Majesty did not lose his composure and rationality under the spell of the sword hilt, and did not lose himself. His Majesty's mind has at least surpassed that of the previous Pope."

"I've always been more interested in more real things." The Pope put the ring on his hand, looked at it, smiled slightly, and nodded. Nice words are indeed what everyone loves to hear, no matter how high the heart is, or how deep the city is, especially when the words are not good. "Why, Inham, aren't you interested in this thing? As a member of Dejagu, can you not be tempted by this artifact?"

"Not at all." Bishop Inham smiled wryly. "When every necromancer accepts the brand of the black star, he can feel the horror contained in this guiding sword from his soul. So except for those whose brains have been burnt out by ** and other things, No one is really interested in the legendary king of the dead."

The pope nodded: "That's fine. This is purely a bait, please invite that kid here. To be honest, I really want to meet him."

Soon, when Bishop Inham returned to Erathia, only the Pope and Lancelot remained. Only at this time did Lancelot ask: "Your Majesty, I think it's better to kill this man."

When he said this, there was no trace of murderousness or ferocity on his face, as if he was giving a pertinent suggestion to a friend, he was still honest, steady, aboveboard, and closely related to the code name paladin.

The pope didn't answer directly, but said: "Well, you almost did it. It's rare for you to take the initiative to express hostility to a person."

Since stepping here, the distance between Lancelot and Bishop Inham, as well as the lock on his momentum and attention, are in a state where he can make a move at any time and is almost about to make a move . At such a distance, no mage can win the slightest vitality from the hands of a top swordsman like him.

Lancelot said in a deep voice: "Even if that matter was not arranged by him, now that Negan's affairs are over and the situation is clear, I think his danger is much higher than his usefulness. It is better to kill this kind of person. In fact, I thought His Majesty would definitely agree."

The pope asked lightly: "Well, where do you think he is most dangerous?"

Lancelot said in a deep voice: "The most dangerous thing about him is that he doesn't seem to feel his danger at all. No matter where you look at it, it seems that he really doesn't need anything and has no ambitions. Indeed. He looks very useful. But I always feel that he is dangerous."

"Feeling..." The Pope narrowed his eyes, as if carefully understanding the "feeling" in Lancelot's words, and then nodded. "Maybe it is... But it is true that we can't kill him now... He is about to attack Oufu again, and Erasia must be led by him. His relationship with Queen Catherine is the best bridge for us to control Erasia. Since he wants to It is just what I want to show my absolute cooperation and obedience to me. And his puppet eagle eye plays a role in the battle that no one else can replace."

"Everything is up to His Majesty."

"And now is not the time to worry about him or Oufu, but about this." The pope pointed to the pocket that had been placed on the table. "Although this bait is very big, it is very good. But it seems that the temptation is too strong. I am a little worried that it will not only attract that kid."

"Your Majesty is saying... Sandro and Agrinel? Are there other necromancers?"

"It seems that this kid brought a sword hilt to Molier, so that means that both Sandro and Agrinel expressed their unwillingness to go through this troubled water again. But this thing after all It is a sacred object of Diyagu for hundreds of years."

Even if Di Yagu's manpower is now withered, even if the two acting guild masters have withdrawn, it doesn't matter if it is anyone or any force. When it is possible to face the bottom line that may touch them, they still have to think again.

The pope smiled wryly, and continued: "If possible, I really don't want to take this hot thing. But there is no way... Observing from the eagle eyes of the puppet, Oufu has already sent a pulse to Sand Fes The troops seem to be planning to open mines there. The Tower of Fangs has also allied with them to help them teach orc magic and make scrolls..."

"What? They opened mines in the Sandefis Mountains? How could those mages in the Tower of Fangs..." Lancelot's expression also changed. He is also very clear about the concept of mining magic gems in batches in the Sandefis Mountains and making them into scrolls.

The Pope smiled wryly again, and the wry smile became more and more wry. He, the old man sitting at the pinnacle of power in the mainland, now looks like a poor old man who owes a lot of money to others. "As a magician, I also understand them. I can imagine what it feels like to have a lot of star eyes and various top-level magic gems in front of me... But in this way, as long as their scrolls and magic props produce 10% Then we are in a bad situation. Can you imagine hundreds of fire, might, thunder, storm, and other extreme magic being released from the hands of the orcs? It may be more spectacular than the scene of the forbidden spell, I promise It also gives us more headaches than the forbidden curse... that is simply the end of mankind..."

"So at this time, the hilt of that kid and the Black Star is our ace, and we have to accept the ace in our hands. Therefore, no matter how hot the hilt is, I have to accept it."

"The kid and this hilt are the trump cards against Oufu?" Lancelot frowned ~IndoMTL.com~ with a puzzled face.

"Yes, otherwise why do I keep asking you to bring me that kid? You said that I'm only interested in real things. That's why Ronis wanted that kid...he's dead now , I am the only one in this world who knows the secret unearthed by His Majesty Deken. I am afraid that even those necromancers do not know the function of this sword. No, even if they know, they probably will not dare to do it. It's..."

The pope gave a long sigh and patted the armrest of his seat. He looked very tired now. "This seat is not easy to sit in... The highest seat in the mainland is naturally the heaviest burden..."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, do whatever you want." Lancelot knelt down on one knee. "No matter what kind of enemy, no matter what happens, I, Lancelot, will definitely protect you."

"Well. You have always been the most reassuring and trustworthy person for me." The pope smiled and looked at the paladin in front of him, with real relief in his eyes. "Because I know very well that you are not loyal to me. You are loyal to everyone."

The Pope stepped down from his seat and walked up to Lancelot to help him up. "You are not my subordinate, I can't afford such a subordinate, you are my friend."