Chapter 329 328 The Three Great Nations Set Off

Chapter 329 328. The three major countries set off

The bloody smell of Civita has not dissipated, and on the street, black spots are clearly visible in the grooves where the bluestone has not been washed away by the water.

Group after group of nobles and their families were executed by the silent black owls.

Dwek did not treat these people decently. He was not in a good mood recently, and watching the execution from a distance became part of his decompression.

Dwek didn't quite understand why these nobles had the illusion that they could kill them if they attracted the snow monster. Could it be that they already lacked a baseline assessment of Solon's high-level power?

Or maybe they have been on the border all year round, far away from the royal capital, which makes their brains like whips on slaves, starting to wear out over time...

Dwek dismissed the idea - the whips were at least in use, and these people's brains were probably moldy.

The black owls reported the number of executions of nobles without emotion. The lists they took out casually fell to the ground and spread out in the wind, like ladies sitting on the floor in long skirts at a banquet.

Dwek shook the wine glass, and under his knees, a servant knelt on the ground, holding up a book for Dwek to browse at his leisure.

"Royer, is there any news?"

Dewek interrupted the death roll call to ask about someone who had disappeared for a long time.

"The black owl is searching for traces of him and Charem."

"There is no need to search for Sharem, what I want is Roye." Dwek rubbed his brows, "Tell the Fedina family that I know this matter has nothing to do with them...turn the page."

The servant who had maintained his posture for too long resisted the pain in his arms and turned the pages of the book tremblingly.

A black owl walked with the wind, and he shouted out before he could stop himself as he entered the lord's mansion unimpeded.

"Pope Laurent was seriously ill and died early this morning."

Rose-red wine spilled out.

Dwek slowly stood up and walked to the black owl who reported the news.

"Dead?"

"The Theocratic State used the communication array to inform all the large city-states in the territory... I believe that as long as they are not in a deserted land, the believers of The Theocratic State have already heard the news."

Dwek was silent for a while and laughed loudly: "There is no more Laurent in the Theocracy."

"According to etiquette, should we..."

Dwek hesitated for a moment and then suppressed his smile: "It's time to meet the new pope."

"You will continue to be responsible for the follow-up matters of Civita. I hope that when I come back, not a single damn person will be left."

"Inform Zenil and the others to prepare to go to the Theocracy with me to express my condolences."

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King Noel XIII's palace in Sligo.

Noel XIII, who only wore his crotch pants to cover his privacy, held a knight's spear and remained motionless in the stabbing movement. His strong body seemed to be rippled by the light cast by the crystal chandelier that the craftsmen had spent so much time and effort to build, and it was warm. The yellow light outlines the undulating lines on his arms, and the angle is just right to make his strong chest appear appropriately hazy.

Four beautiful painters set up their drawing boards around Noel XIII and drew "The Emperor Breaks the Formation" for him from different angles.

The fact that Sligo has become a veritable fashion capital has an inseparable relationship with Noel himself. He wears different clothes, uses himself as a model, draws different portraits, and displays them in the palace. He carries them wherever he goes. The beautiful woman who wrote the book discusses life...

Noel did not call painters mistresses. He always believed that sneaking required the ambiguous title of "mistress".

"Yes, I slept with them." Faced with the questions from the nobles, Noel said this, and made remarks that amazed the four major countries... no, all races in the entire Mera continent.

"I slept with them, and then I gave them a new identity, a new job, and I admitted it openly...then this is not an affair. God can tell, some people who claim to be gentlemen have enjoyed their lovely After experiencing the wonderful joy, they completely forgot about the promises made to each other and used "shameful" excuses... In comparison, I seem to be nobler than them? "

This is just the tip of the iceberg of Noel's hobbies, and his hobbies are always expensive.

The speed at which he spends money causes headaches for the nobles of Sligo. However, he always brings new income to Sligo in strange ways, and once again enters the closed loop of spending money like water...

The hand holding the gun was sore, Noel let go of the gun, and the buzz of metal echoed in the empty bedroom. Without thinking, he walked towards one of the painters, hugged her and leaned against the bed.

"Your Majesty, Laurent has passed away."

No one knew how this person appeared in the empty palace. They were silent and silent.

Noel seemed to feel that the weather was too hot, and he thoughtfully helped the painter cool down - he didn't care that the Silent One was behind him, it was nice to have someone to appreciate his glory and sing about it.

The Quiet One does not repeat.

Noel's movements slowed down, and he slowly turned back, his eyes full of confusion and shock.

After a silent look at each other, Noel sat on the edge of the bed and looked outside the palace, speechless for a long time.

"when?"

"This morning."

"Death of illness?"

"It is believed, yes." The Quiet One replied, "There is no need for the Theocracy to lie on this point. No one wants him to leave."

Noel lowered his head and said with a somewhat depressed voice: "Go and prepare. We will go to the Papal City tonight."

After the Quiet One left, Noel remained motionless in that posture, and the painters did not dare to disturb him.

After a long time, he said in a trembling voice: "I'm in a bad mood, you go back..."

In the cold palace, Noel looked at the sunlight coming in and murmured: "The glorious era...is over."

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The young Ravenis IV of the Evil Beast Earldom of Codzonn enjoyed waves of cheers and applause accompanied by two "monsters" who looked like beasts and had scars all over their bodies.

These noisy sounds did not belong to Ravennis, but to the two alien slaves who were fighting in the Colosseum.

Forbidden demons, without weapons, the two naked alien slaves punched to the flesh, and every time they took action, the human race onlookers burst into deafening cheers, and those holding lottery tickets were even more red-eyed. Pumping his fists along with his fighting skills.

Ravenis, who was only twenty years old this year, struggled to calm down several disputes among the domestic nobles. After realizing that if he wanted to secure his position, he must obtain the obedience of the absolute force of the empire's frontiers, he came to the Earl of Evil Beast in a simple car.

Facing the emperor who was protected by only a few shadow guards, many nobles in the Earldom of Evil Beasts were surprised and admired his extraordinary courage.

The two evil beast counts led Ravenis into the Colosseum. Ravenis did not feel any discomfort. Instead, he said as usual: "The intensity of the confrontation is still low. Although the punches are exciting, they cannot make the audience more excited." ”

The two evil beast counts looked at each other, and when they were about to ask their men to change the rules, the Shadow Guards came to Ravenis and whispered.

Ravenis was stunned for a moment, and then sarcastically said: "The troublesome guy is finally dead... Let's go, let us send him off for the last time."

There will be another chapter later (it will be relative to the underworld, so be careful to stay up late and wait). This chapter should actually be posted after last night's chapter, but when I wrote it at the time, I found that it didn't quite fit the atmosphere of the previous chapter.

I couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.