My Summons Are Weird

Civita's **** smell has not yet dissipated. On the street, the bluestone has not been washed away by the water, and the black spots are clearly visible.

Batch after batch of noble family rolls were executed by silent black owls.

Di Vick didn't give these people respect. He was not in a good mood recently. Watching the execution from a distance became part of the solution to the oppression.

Divick didn't quite understand why these nobles had the illusion that they could kill them by attracting yeti monsters. Could it be that they already lacked a baseline assessment of Solon's high-level power?

Or they are in the borderlands all the year round, far away from the capital, so that their brains are like whips on slaves, and they begin to wear out over the years...

DeVick rejected the idea - the whip was at least in use, and the brains of these people were probably moldy.

The black owls reported the number of executions of nobles without emotion. The list they took out casually fell to the ground and unfolded with the wind, just like ladies attending a banquet with long skirts on the floor.

DeVick shook the glass, and a servant knelt on the ground under his knees, holding up a book for DeVick to browse in his spare time.

"Roye, any news?"

DeVick interrupted the death roll and asked about someone who had been gone for a long time.

"The black owl is searching for him and Sharem."

"There's no need to search for Sharem, what I want is Royer." Divek rubbed his brows, "Tell the Fedinas, I know this has nothing to do with them... Turn the page."

The servant who had been in the position for too long resisted his sore arm and turned the pages tremblingly.

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

"Pope Laurent was seriously ill and passed away this morning."

The rose-red liquor spilled out.

Divick slowly stood up and walked to the black owl who reported the message.

"died?"

"The Church Nation has informed all the large city-states in its territory with the communication circle... I believe that as long as they are not in a barren land, the believers of the Church Nation have already learned the news."

Divick was silent for a while, then laughed: "There is no Laurent in the teaching country."

"According to etiquette, should we..."

Divick hesitated for a moment, then restrained his smile: "The new pope should meet."

"Civita's follow-up matters are yours to continue to be responsible for. I hope that when I return, there will be no **** people left."

"Notify Zenir and the others that they are going to go to the teaching country with me to offer condolences."

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King Slago, the palace of King Noel XIII.

King Noel XIII, who only covered his privacy with his crotch pants, held a knight's spear and kept stabbed motionless. His sturdy body seemed to have water ripples under the light cast by the crystal chandeliers that the craftsmen took time and effort to build. The yellow light outlines the undulating lines of his arms, at just the right angle to place his strong chest in just the right amount of haze.

Four glamorous painters surrounded Noel XIII, set up their drawing boards, and drew the "Emperor Breaking the Array" for him from different angles.

Sligo's ability to 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. The beautiful woman who writes the pen discusses life...

Noel did not call the painters mistresses, he always believed that the ambiguous title of "mistress" was needed for being sneaky.

"Yes, I put them to sleep." Faced with the questions from the nobles, Noel said, and threw out the four major kingdoms... No, it was a statement that all races in the entire Mela Continent were amazed at.

"I slept, then I gave them new identities, new jobs, and I confessed to it...then it's not cheating. God knows, some people who call themselves gentlemen have enjoyed them. The body, after experiencing the wonderful joy, they forgot their promise to each other, and took out the 'shameless' prevarication... In comparison, I seem to be more noble than them?"

That's just the tip of the iceberg of Noel's hobbies, which always cost money.

The speed at which he spends money is a headache for the Slago nobles, but he can always bring new income to Slago in a strange way, and once again enters the closed loop of spending money like water...

The hand holding the gun was sore, Noel let go of the spear, the humming of metal echoed in the empty bedroom, he didn't want to go to one of the painters, and leaned against the bed with his arms around her.

"Your Majesty, Laurent is dead."

No one knows how this person appeared in the empty bedroom, they were silent and silent.

Noel seems to think that the weather is too hot, so he cools down the painter intimately - he doesn't care that the Silence is behind him, and it's good for someone to appreciate his majesty and sing about it.

The Silence did not repeat.

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

After silently looking at each other, Noel sat on the edge of the bed and looked outside the bedroom, speechless for a long time.

"when?"

"This morning."

"Illness?"

"It is believed, yes," replied the Silent One. "There is no need for the Patriarch to lie about this, and no one wants him to leave."

Noel lowered his head, his voice was a little gloomy: "Go get ready, I'll go to Pope City tonight~www.wuxiamtl.com~ After the Quiet One left, Noel kept that posture and didn't move, and the painters didn't dare to disturb him.

After a long time, he trembled and said, "I'm in a bad mood, you guys go back..."

Inside the cold palace, Noel looked at the sunlight that came in, and murmured, "The glorious era... is over."

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The young Ravenice IV, in the Evil Beast Counties of Kodzorn, enjoyed waves of cheers and applause accompanied by two "monsters" who were shaped like ferocious beasts and had scars all over their bodies.

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

Forbidden magic, no weapons, two naked alien slaves punched to the flesh, and every time they made a shot, the human race on the scene burst into deafening applause, and those who held lottery tickets were even more red-eyed. Waving his fists with fighting skills.

Lavenis, who is only 20 years old this year, has struggled to quell several disputes between the domestic nobles. Realizing that in order to maintain a stable position, he must be obeyed by the absolute force of the empire's borders.

Facing the emperor who was protected by only a few Shadow Guards, many nobles in the Evil Beast Counties were surprised and admired his extraordinary courage.

The two evil beast counts led Ravenis into the Colosseum. Ravenis was not uncomfortable, but said as usual: "The intensity of the confrontation is still low, although the punch to the flesh is wonderful, it can't make the audience more excited. ."

The two Evil Beast Counts looked at each other, and when they were about to ask their subordinates to modify the rules, the Shadow Guard came to Ravenis and whispered.

Ravenis was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "The troublesome guy is finally dead... Let's go, let's send him the last ride."