Chapter 18:
Not bad as a prep before exploring.
Erica stared at the key she got from San Raphael.
"Then, start preparing for the catacombs in Florence from now on, and get those two magic bans, so that no one in Italy can
Some people don't know our talent. "
"Ah, I hope so... Well, but."
Liliana nodded, then sighed.
"Compared to the achievements, the news of the birth of Campione was not as shocking as the news of the birth of Campione, and there are actually two demon kings! I never thought that such people would be able to successfully kill a god..."
"Also, I don't know what kind of **** that person is fighting..."
The two young men who had just separated not long ago.
The king of the sword who wields the silver hand that ripped everything apart, and the king of the extreme east who shattered the void with his fists, both felt profound admiration.
...Just then Liliana's cell phone rang.
"Grandpa, please excuse me a little bit. What's wrong? Eh? That—the Marquis His Excellency must call us witches and witches?"
After talking for a while, Liliana turned off her phone.
Heard words that cannot be ignored. Erica decided to ask without hesitation.
"What's wrong? You and Grandpa Klanichal called the Marquis--is it really something to do with the Marquis of Vauban?"
"Uh, um. Liliana said with a hesitant expression.
"That lord seems to need dozens of witches in recent days. My grandfather and I told my grandfather that I would go with me after the affairs here are settled."
"Your Majesty said that you need witches? It's hard to guess what the Demon King of the Balkans is thinking."
Erica took a sip of cappuccino with a distressed look on her face. "Ah! It's so hot!"
Chapter 19 Demon King Assembles
At noon, in a restaurant of a star-rated hotel in Florence, the warm sunlight shone through the glass windows.
You and Qiong are sitting at the dining table enjoying Italian-style meals, with raw ham and freshly-ripened seasonal vegetables as appetizers, Italian-style fried lamb brains, sausages secreted by star chefs, and Florentine's unique thin toasted bread. The dishes filled the table and looked very rich.
Although it is not very in line with the taste of oriental people, but the taste is really different, and the two are enjoying lunch. A shadow appeared on the ground, and the shadow gradually transformed into a human figure. It was the ninja spy who was the official history compilation committee, Touma Amakusa.
Yu put down the knife and fork in his hand, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and vaguely had an answer to Amakusa Touma's behavior. "What's the matter? Need to report at this time?"
"King! There is a report from the ninjas who are currently following the Priestess, that Yuri Wanli was forcibly abducted by a local secret society in Austria. Because of the home game, the ninjas temporarily lost Yuri Wanli's whereabouts." Facing his face, he got down on one knee.
With such a big mistake in his first mission, he can already imagine the sanctions from the official history compilation committee after returning to the country, but now the more important thing is to calm the king's anger.
"Did the wolf king bite the bait!" Yu said eagerly with a face full of excitement.
Hearing the special title of 'Wolf King' and Yuu's words. Amakusa Touma clearly remembered something, and looked at Yuu with a shocked face.
"Any reason, tell Woban to put him back in Wanli Gu Yuli, and let James come in to see me!" Yu looked at Touma Amakasu with a smile on his face, and gave the order.
"What is Yuu going to do? Another fight?" Kasuga Ye Qiong swallowed the suckling pig slices and asked with a frown.
"Almost, I'm going to beat up an old man this time!" You looked apologetic in his eyes, looking at his lover who, despite hating trouble, still allowed himself to make trouble.
Hearing the old man's name, Kasuga Ye Qiong was relieved. The old man's words should not be dangerous, Qiong thought to himself, but when she saw the ferocity of Marquis Vauban, she deeply felt her own stupidity. There is no **** killer. normal people! .
Tower. Tower. Tower. Tower. The sound of the double leather shoes stepping on the ground came, and James the Purple Knight followed Touma Amaka into the restaurant and came to Yuu. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting for a long time!"
"No problem, James, there should be someone in the Lily City who has been monitoring the whereabouts of Marquis Vauban for a long time, right?"
James was silent for a moment. Although the behavior of monitoring the Demon King is normal and even necessary, no secret association would dare to show this kind of behavior. Neither the individual nor the group of the genus can bear the wrath of those kings of the earth. So James could only keep silent and keep the default.
"I need to be more specific and specific about where he is now, and by the way, immediately call me a few monitoring satellites that can observe mysterious phenomena." After speaking, he ignored James' embarrassed black face and continued to enjoy with Qiong. with lunch.
Somewhere in a mountain range in the Balkans, the weather was dark and dark, a black sky shrouded the mountain range, and thunder and lightning flashed from time to time.
In an extremely luxurious Western-style ancient castle covering an area of 5,000 square meters halfway up the mountain.
In a dark and damp conference hall, the flickering candle light strongly illuminated the hall, bringing a trace of light and warmth to the hall.
On the main seat, an old man sat on it with his eyes closed. Wearing a black suit jacket, a shirt, and a tie, with a meticulously groomed back, he looked like an old and wise gentleman full of intelligence.
The old man opened his eyes, it was a pair of emerald green eyes, but the inside was not like an ordinary person, like a wolf-like vertical pupil, which contained a strong will and madness.
Sacha Dejansdal Voban is the oldest campione in the world today! Aged over 250 years old, full of wildness, with super strong physical strength and wolf-like skills, a demon king who is desperately eager to fight.
"Are you ready? Witches?" Woban's voice was full of intelligence. Spread in the empty hall.
A figure suddenly appeared behind Woban, with countless cuts all over his body, as if he had been scratched by all kinds of sharp weapons, a symbol of a hundred battles, a tattered jacket and a broken top on his head. The witch hat, the identity of the witch can be identified from the clothes. The biggest specialty is the pale death statue, with a completely expressionless face, empty, and extremely dilated pupils. It's exactly like a corpse, except it's not decomposed.
"It's all there, and the flow of the leylines and the alignment of the stars will reach the optimum position in 2 hours and 43 minutes," the pale witch of death said in a voice that seemed to contain endless sadness.
After hesitating for a while, the dead witch said, "...According to the report of the subordinate, one of the witches seems to be related to the newly born king of the extreme east, and the king asked to return the witch."
"For newcomers, don't bother! If you want a witch, use force to get it!" Woban said nonchalantly.
". If the gods are successfully summoned this time, I will release the control over you!" Woban said indifferently in the main seat.
The originally dilated pupils of the dead witch shrank violently, containing extreme madness and desire.
"Then, let's go and see those tributes!" Woban stood up and walked towards the hall of the castle.
The originally dark hall was brightly lit by countless candles. In the hall, a young girl handed down burlap that could only cover most of her body. Groups of three or five people gathered together to keep warm, and everyone wore a mask on their face. With a trace of unease.
Squeak~~~ The door of the hall was opened, Woban walked in from the main door, and his green eyes like a wolf glanced at everyone in the hall.
The witches trembled in unison, as if they were being stared at by some wild beast, and looked at the old man who appeared in front of them in panic.
"First meeting, witches! I don't think I need to introduce myself, right? I'm calling everyone this time to fulfill a long-cherished wish of mine, so I want to use your strength." Woban wrote in a sincere tone. words. A look that has been haunted by his own dreams for a long time.
Looking at the demon king who didn't look like the rumored brutality in front of her, a witch took courage and asked, "Can you let me go home, my mother is still seriously ill..."
Before she finished speaking, the witch lost her color, turned into a white piece of snow, and became a pillar of salt.
"I didn't give you the right to bargain with me." Woban said in a gloomy tone.
All the witches looked at the oldest demon king in horror.
"Come with me." The dead witch appeared and took away all the witches.
Meanwhile, Salua Torretoni gets lost on the way to find his best friend Andrew and gets closer to the mountain.
