"Um... this one isn't."
It would be a bit disrespectful to use such a low-level excuse for something like this. Victor blinked and said, "I asked a friend to make this, and it was recently completed."
"Oh, a friend."
Artluqi curled her lips and didn't expose him. She just guessed, "So, you plan to throw this thing away as another identity, such as your former self?"
"That's about right." Victor did not hide it: "After all, my pursuit is still to be a magician, um... and to be precise, this is an anchor."
"Didn't I say this before? Maintaining good human qualities helps me stabilize my inner perception of myself."
"Ha, human cognition." Hearing this, Altluchi sighed: "Well, after all, it's like this. You don't want to admit that you are not a human being."
"I don't really care about my race." Hearing this, Victor looked at Altluchi's slightly irritated and dissatisfied face, and suddenly realized something.
He smiled and handed his sandwich over again. This time, he put it next to Altuluqi's mouth: "I am not opposed to my current identity and serving you."
“I anchored it simply because I wanted to remember who I am as a person.”
Only by being firm in your heart and cognition at all times can you pursue strength.
Don't be lost.
……
Only when you are busy do you feel that time passes very quickly.
Ever since the end of the dungeon, Victor has begun to adapt to and study the puppet. He needs to adapt to the perfect operation of this puppet as quickly as possible so as to avoid being discovered by others.
In addition, after the dungeon is cleared, Victor's card drawing system has changed again, with a new limited pool called Sorcerer's Night - as the name suggests, the limited-time UPs in it are Aozaki Touko, Aozaki Aoko and Kuonji Arizuma.
And in the back, there is a shadow lurking like the golden wolf Beowulf, and I don’t know whether it will be included in the card pool.
Speaking of Beowulf, Victor naturally chose his own familiar for the "extract" permission. The prompt he got was that it was successful but it was still in a special copy state and he needed to wait for a while.
This made Monk Victor II confused, but he also had some vague guesses.
Soon, it was November. In the dungeon, Victor had already gained the trust of Youzhu and the others. However, in reality, the situation in the whole of Europe had begun to become strange, and an uneasy atmosphere was brewing.
Cornwall's conversion rate has reached an astonishing 50. Obviously, after the princess left the field, the conversion efficiency has undergone an astonishing qualitative change.
But at the same time, although the death rate has dropped a lot, the difference between one thousandth and two thousandths is actually not that big. Those who are destined to die will still die, and those who are destined to become zombies will still become zombies. The woods by the sea can no longer cover them.
It was still unclear what the new ideas and intentions of the church were. Even though the decision on the crown position of the Magician Association was getting closer, there was still no movement from the church, as if the recent targeting of Altluchi and the fall of a cardinal had never happened.
Silence means that a storm is coming.
During this period, Victor asked Artluki to intensify the observation and communication with the White Wing Prince, but the White Wing Prince was obviously more resilient than Victor imagined. Even at this point, he still did not give in and was still silently looking for a way out on his own.
For a moment, magicians, the church, dead apostles, it seemed that all forces in Europe fell silent. Everyone was desperately holding their breath underwater, as if competing to see who would lose patience first.
Well, if we talk about who is the most impatient, then the one who is most impatient is naturally my Royal Highness the Princess.
In the hall, Victor helplessly held the tea in his hand, looking at Altluchi who rushed in with a hint of amusement. When he cleared his throat and tried to comfort her, a word from the other party made Victor lose his composure.
"Victor! The scabbard has been found."
……
Altluchi brought both good news and bad news.
The good news is that the scabbard was found.
But the bad news is... not only his own artificial people were found at the same time, but also another existence.
Meline Solomon, he's trying to get the scabbard.
"You see, you're going to have to fight him eventually."
After telling the news, Artluqi picked up another cup of coffee with blood in it with a smile, shook the spoon, and said gloatingly: "You didn't listen to my advice and killed him in advance."
"Well...it's a bit troublesome indeed."
Hearing this, Victor pondered for a moment, then raised his head and said, "But the problem is not that the other party wants to snatch the scabbard, but that the time is a little earlier, and I am not ready yet."
He had previously asked Artluki to "request" the White Wing Prince, hoping that he could use his influence to convene a "Dead Apostles Meeting" with the participation of all the ancestors.
As for this topic, Lord Bai Yi has still not responded, which means that he has encountered resistance in this regard, or that things have not been going so smoothly.
Or maybe he himself is still hesitant and hasn't reached that point yet.
Whatever the situation was, to be honest, he had no intention of entering into a hostile confrontation with Meilian Solomon ahead of time.
"From previous analysis, Mei Lian, as a member of the Burial Agency, most likely came here for two reasons."
"First, the church noticed the direction we were fleeing, so the burial agency was dispatched, and he was the closest member to investigate."
"The second reason is his interest in searching for various treasures. So he took the initiative to accept this mission and came for the scabbard."
Ok……
"Looks like we need to talk in advance."
Thinking of this, Victor sighed softly, stood up and said, "Let's go and meet this 'licker' that you hate the most."
The term "dog-licker" is a word that Artluqi learned from Victor.
Then she used it on Mei Lian without hesitation.
If Artluqi were asked to pick out the one she hated the most among all the twenty-seven ancestors, it would definitely be Prince White Wing, but if she were asked to pick out the one she disliked the most, it would be Meilian Solomon.
There is no other reason, just because this guy is the number one admirer of "Alquet", the person that Altluchi hates the most.
The location where the scabbard was found was not beyond Victor's expectations. It was located on the border of Cornwall, an ancient forest for which the Einzbern family had submitted an archaeological application to the UK. It was rumored that this was once an ancient battlefield.
However, the excavation of this land was not so smooth at the beginning, and there was almost no progress so far, which even made Victor think that his judgment was wrong.
However, now we have finally achieved some results.
Victor was determined to get the scabbard. When he set foot on this land, Artluchi, Stulut and Fufu all released their auras together.
Far away at the scene of the incident, the Dead Apostles and Ghouls gathered in a circle and were trembling in fear, but they had to face the order to resist, which was very conspicuous.
The familiar was flying, and within sight, Meline Solomon stood quietly in the center, as if she was not worried at all that this group of people might attack at any time, silently examining the scabbard in her hand.
It was not until the dead apostles spontaneously retreated to both sides and made way for a path that he raised his eyes and met the pair of bloodshot eyes under Victor's mask - they had actually met once before.
But at that time the other party didn't want to take action, and neither did he. But what about now?
He pondered for a moment, put the scabbard on his chest and spoke first: "A holy relic full of historical atmosphere... Is this what you want to obtain with such fanfare?"
With great fanfare?
Victor tilted his head and chuckled, "It was just an invasion of Einzbern. It doesn't even count as the church's previous actions."
When it comes to sarcasm, Victor has never been afraid of anyone.
"Tsk." Meilian Solomon sighed softly and turned her attention back to the scabbard in her hand, thinking: "This pattern should be something from the royal family."
"Sword sheath..."
Meilian Solomon has been searching for treasures for nearly a hundred years. He is almost proficient in treasures and legends from all over the world. Considering that this is Cornwall, the hometown of that king, he quickly guessed: "Could this thing be the relic of that king?"
"What else?" Victor smiled softly upon hearing this. Unfortunately, under the mask, Meilian Solomon could not see his expression clearly: "In this land, who else's scabbard can match such gorgeous patterns, such a majestic aura, and such an existence that is worthy of my admiration."
“…” Meilian Solomon didn’t expect the other party to be so frank, so after hearing Victor’s words, he was stunned for a moment before tilting his head and asking in confusion: “Why are you looking for this kind of thing?”
Even though this item has great symbolic significance, it is of no use to the Dead Apostles.
"That's not something you should know."
Victor looked at the other party and said calmly: "Well, you have finished reading, and I have told you everything you want to know. So, sir, can you return the scabbard to me?"
"For the sake of being the twenty-seventh ancestor of the Dead Apostles."
Victor slightly emphasized his tone, deepening the impression of the fellow Dead Apostle Twenty-Seven.
But Victor's words made Meilian Solomon fall into silence and thought.
The reason why he came here was indeed, firstly, because the burial agency needed to be dispatched to investigate, and secondly, because he was very interested in the treasure that even Altluchi was moved by. But after arriving, it was obvious that the situation was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
The will of the new ancestor was not led by Arteluch, but he had enough say... and the one who cared about the scabbard was obviously him, not Arteluch.
Frankly speaking, this made him a little disappointed.
"Or are you also interested in that scabbard and want to snatch it from me?" Seeing that he remained silent, Victor simply chuckled and displayed his momentum.
At that moment, his own blood ring was released first, and as the bloody smell began to spread, Meilian Solomon frowned slightly.
To make the other party value it so much, this scabbard must be something extraordinary, but... he had also tried it, and this scabbard seemed to be just an ordinary holy relic, belonging to the king... an extremely ordinary holy relic.
There is no flow of magic, no hidden barriers, and no special treasures hidden.
So…why?
He could clearly see when they first met that the other party didn't want to fight with him.
He silently raised his eyelids and glanced at Artelucci, who was standing by his side with her arms around her chest, watching the show quietly - indeed, with Artelucci present, he had no chance of winning.
However, if he sacrificed the four great beasts to delay Heiji and her subordinates, it was not impossible for him to escape - but the price of the rebirth of the four great beasts would bring him great pain and consumption of magic power, which was a rare and luxurious decision for him.
Thinking of this, he slowly took a step back - this step made Victor sigh slightly.
"Mei Lian."
The other party didn't seem like the type to initiate a conversation, so Victor took the lead in revealing his own chips.
"You'd better think it over before you act. Don't blame me for not reminding you. I can make your monster disappear forever. Do you believe it?"
"!!!" Meilian Solomon was stunned for a moment, and her body froze there——
Indeed, at the moment when the opponent showed his aura, he did have the feeling that the opponent could kill his magic beast, but it was only a flash. After thinking about it, he still felt that it should be an illusion caused by not knowing the opponent well enough -
But, when the other party said this in a firm tone, it means that the other party might really... have mastered the method or secret technique to kill his monster?
How can it be?
"It may be a bit difficult for me to kill them all, but I think it is no problem to kill one or two."
Victor silently stretched out his hand, and the invisible rhythm turned in his hands.
In the name of the magic of "the end".
Thanks to Qingzi, at least I have mastered a magical skill to threaten others.
Thinking of this, Victor revealed a relaxed smile and gradually took the initiative. He looked at the other party with an extremely dangerous look, recalling the information about the other party, and quickly locked onto the other party's left hand.
"Which is your most important monster?"
"Well, okay, I asked a stupid question. They should all be important, but the one who accompanies you the most should be your Rat King, right?"
The Emperor of Rats, transformed from Mei Lian's left hand, looks like a beautiful rat with extremely keen observation and strong thinking ability.
He usually transforms into an old man who looks like the Pope to accompany Mei Lian and help her handle government affairs.
It can be said that he is one of the few "relatives" that Mei Lian cares about.
"Although it's useless to prioritize killing the Rat King in battle, but as a threat..."
Victor smiled and said, "I think it's a good choice."
Chapter 93: Master Negotiationist
Victor's voice was like the whisper of a devil, and suddenly Meilian Solomon raised her head and looked at Victor fiercely.
The slightly childish face first frowned, then gritted its teeth and said with determination - "If that happens, I will fight you to the death."
Ok?
He seemed to know that he didn't want to be enemies with him. Could it be that he had heard some news? Was Lord Bai Yi already beginning to exert influence?
Victor pondered for a moment, but still did not back down: "If you take this scabbard away, we will be at war to the death, Meilian."
"That scabbard is very important to me. I don't care if you heard or noticed anything, but I can tell you, Meilian."
"That is the trend of the times. Anyone who stands in the way of the times..." Victor stretched out his hand, a trace of blood slowly emerging: "The end is usually not good."
"The holy relics of the past determine the trends of the present?"
Meilian Solomon smiled, and then he saw Victor shook his head slightly: "Of course not the scabbard."
"I'm the."
……
I am.
