At sunset, Bloody Mary stood up from the soft mattress unwillingly. It carefully tidied up the mattress, including the bottom layer of the mattress, neatly folded it and placed it beside the bed.
Shegal walked over right away, but he didn't say anything. He quietly watched Bloody Mary tidy up the mattress.
The young man had never seen an emissary of God like this.
Even though he had only seen Bloody Mary as an emissary of God, in the legends and novels, which emissary of God wasn't high and mighty? Tidying up the mattress?
Stop joking!
Even if one lived a luxurious life, the emissary of God would still be dissatisfied.
As for his lord?
All he saw was the love of life.
Just look at how the lord emissary tidied up the mattress meticulously.
Other than the love of life?
What other explanation could there be?
Taking a deep breath, the young man decided to remember this moment.
He would also tell everyone about it.
He thought it was something that should be praised and learned from.
"I need to go now.
I'll leave the rest to you guys. "
Bloody Mary touched its quilt again, turning around and said.
"Yes, my lord."
"May you return safely."
Sergei bowed respectfully.
The believers around him also bowed, including those who rushed over from Sicar to seek refuge. They all knew about the lord emissary's deeds and after they saw the scene, they admired him from the bottom of their hearts.
With an emissary who loved life so much, how could their God be a Demon God?
Slander!
This was slander from those bastards against the God they believed in!
'We must believe in our lord unwaveringly!
If anyone dares to spout nonsense again, we will teach them a lesson! '
Unknowingly, the believers at the scene grew a little stronger.
Bloody Mary scanned its surroundings.
It said in a gentle tone.
"I will.
After all, there is something here that I can't give up. "
The gentle tone caused the believers to misunderstand again.
They thought Bloody Mary was referring to them.
"Please take care."
Shegal's voice was slightly choked, he was holding back the tears in his eyes.
"Let's go."
Without further explanation, Bloody Mary tapped the young man's shoulder. After Shegal sent them out of the secret hideout, Bloody Mary headed straight to the viscount's mansion.
However, before Bloody Mary could take two steps forward, it was stopped by someone.
It was an old man with a withered face and tattered clothes.
"Sir, can you wait for a moment?"
The old man asked softly in front of Bloody Mary.
"Of course.
Is there anything I can help you with? "
Bloody Mary replied with a warm smile.
"I am a believer of His Majesty Holy Water.
"I hope to complete a win-win deal with His Majesty the Mist's envoy."
The other party straightforwardly introduced himself. 'Holy Water' was the name of 'Decaying Water'.
Then, he vaguely pointed at the direction of the viscount's mansion behind him.
"Holy water"
Bloody Bloody Mary said without changing its expression.
"There's an emissary of God of War there and Withering and Resting Peace have ulterior motives. His Majesty Holy Water hopes that His Majesty Mist can work together to kill them!"
"His Majesty Holy Water only wishes for a chance to descend.
"The rest are all His Majesty Mist's."
"Perhaps dealing with the three of them isn't much for His Majesty Mist, but don't you wish for it to be easy?"
The old man bowed.
Bloody Mary purposely paused for a while, as if it was asking its lord.
As a matter of fact, Kieran had handed everything over to Bloody Mary.
In simple words, as long as the outcome remained the same, Bloody Mary could do whatever it wanted.
Two seconds later, Bloody Mary nodded.
"Very well."
Bloody Mary nodded.
"Very well, when you really appear in the viscount's mansion at night, I will fully cooperate with you — we will strike that viscount first. After all, he is the emissary of God of War. Once he unleashes his full strength, it might cause unnecessary trouble."
After saying that, he walked to the side.
Bloody Mary didn't spare a glance at the old man and continued forward.
It went around two streets.
The silhouette of the viscount's mansion appeared before its eyes.
The viscount's mansion was located a little lower than the War Shrine.
It occupied a lot of space, but from the outside, it looked like a military camp.
Just as Bloody Mary was sizing up the viscount's mansion, a voice came from the wall beside it.
"Blessed of the Mist, we meet again."
No need to be surprised.
"Please maintain your previous posture."
I don't want to be caught talking to you in private. "
Withering Branch's voice clearly entered Bloody Mary's ears.
"It's nice to meet you again."
Bloody Mary pretended to enjoy the scenery and went around to the other side, not staying at the same spot for long.
This cooperation made the Withering Branch feel happy.
"Smart fella.
I like to work with smart fellas.
How about we get rid of the other bastards and turn Sicar into mine and the Mist's?
Don't worry, I will only take a third of the land, the remaining two-thirds will be the Mist's and the Mist can choose first! "
The Withering Branch said.
"Not enough.
What my lord wants isn't just this.
Besides, even if we work together, we need to be on the same level. And you? "
Bloody Mary didn't continue.
However, its meaning was self-explanatory.
"Do you really think that what I've displayed is all of my power?"
Besides, I'm not just representing myself, I'm also representing Rest!
If both of us are on the Mist's side, do you think I don't have the right to do so? "
The Withering Branch asked in return.
"I can't make the decision, I have to ask my lord."
Bloody Mary said.
"Of course, you are just a messenger."
Withering Branch didn't mind.
After another pretentious pause, Bloody Mary spoke again.
"Sure.
My lord has agreed to it.
But my lord wants 3/4 of Sicar's land and you and Rest must deal with the viscount first. "
Bloody Mary said.
"No problem."
After the Withering Branch finished speaking, it vanished without a trace.
Bloody Mary waited on the spot for a few seconds, and after no more sounds came from it, it moved forward again.
"Hold it right there!"
Before it even got close to the viscount's mansion, it was stopped by a soldier.
"Greetings, I am the emissary of the Mist, I'm here by invitation."
Bloody Mary said with a smile.
The soldier seemed to have been informed beforehand, he quickly said, "Sir, please follow me."
He then brought Bloody Mary to the viscount's mansion.
They entered the main hall of the mansion without any hindrance.
The owner of Sicar in name was already standing there, waiting for Kieran's arrival.
"Greetings, lord viscount."
Bloody Mary greeted politely.
His smile and manners were perfect. If Viscount Sicar didn't know he was an emissary of a Demon God, he would think he came from some traditional noble family.
But the more he thought about it, the more vigilant the viscount was.
He knew the Mist was different from the Demon Gods he had come across before.
It didn't just lack the bloody savagery, it even had the shape of a system.
Once he thought about the information he got, the anxiety in the viscount's heart grew heavier.
His Majesty already had an enemy that he had to go all out against.
He must not allow such an enemy to appear in the future.
With that thought in mind, the viscount spoke directly.
"Let's work together."
As the man spoke, he stared straight at Bloody Mary.
Bloody Mary's expression didn't change at all, it maintained its warm smile and nodded. "Very well."
…
When the last rays of the setting sun disappeared into the horizon, Sicar swiftly quieted down.
The curfew was carried out as it was ordered.
Patrol soldiers started to appear on the streets.
Even the taverns and hotels had their lights off.
The only source of light was the street lamps on both sides of the street and the braziers on the city walls.
Of course, it was only for the commoners. Inside a building behind the viscount's mansion, it was brightly lit. The guards and servants looked at the scene in a strange manner.
Viscount Sicar might be a strict person, but he was definitely a law-abiding person.
When the curfew was announced, he would be the first to obey it.
However, this time around, the viscount didn't just disobey, he even ordered all the guards and servants in the mansion to stay in the front yard, no one was allowed to enter the backyard.
The guards and servants felt strange about the order, but none of them dared to disobey.
All they could do was look at the backyard with curious gazes.
The backyard was where the viscount of Sicar lived.
Unlike the extravagant style of Aïtantin IV, this place had the simplicity of the traditional nobles of Aïtantin and a heavy military style. The majority of the decorations weren't tapestries or oil paintings, but weapons, shields, and armors.
The scrawny viscount of Sicar was standing in front of a set of armor. The scrawny, white-haired viscount was putting on the armor piece by piece with a solemn look.
The priest of Decaying Water beside him stood with his hands down, keeping quiet.
On the other hand, Withering Branch and Resting Deer were communicating with their eyes.
'Pretentious prick.'
Resting Deer had checked the armor carefully. Other than the emblem of the God of War, it didn't notice anything unusual about the armor, so it was very disdainful.
Before they came to the viscount's mansion, it thought it would have to spend some effort to persuade the viscount, but who knew Withering Branch would just mention it and the viscount would agree.
The viscount's attitude told it that even if they didn't come here, the viscount would go to them.
For the so-called God of War!
Hmph!
Resting Deer grunted coldly again when it thought of the God of War.
The God of War was a tyrannical and hypocritical bastard.
Just like the viscount before it.
What kind of God would have what kind of believers.
However, it had no choice but to work with the viscount.
With that thought in mind, Resting Deer started to feel a little uncomfortable, but it quickly calmed down under the comforting gaze of Withering Branch.
Withering Branch heaved a sigh of relief when it saw the Resting Deer return to its calm state.
It knew how much its comrade hated the God of War after its child was killed by the soldiers who worshipped the God of War.
In fact, it hated the viscount as well.
It wished for the viscount to die.
However, it didn't stop it from working with the viscount to seek greater benefits.
The thoughts didn't come from the cowardly woman, it was what Withering Branch learned from her intellect.
It was very useful!
Of course, Withering Branch learned more about being cautious.
It subtly glanced over at the priest of Decaying Water and laughed coldly in its heart.
It knew very well what the other party was planning.
Just like itself.
Descend!
To become a true God!
Unfortunately …
Only one of them could descend, and that would be it.
Even with the addition of the sacrificial Mist, it would still be the same.
The addition of the Mist would only make it stronger and its descent would be smoother. It might not be as powerful as the God of War or Lady Calamity, but it would definitely surpass the others of its kind.
As soon as it thought of that, the Withering Branch became impatient.
However, it disguised itself quite well.
On the surface, it was calm and didn't have the slightest anxiety.
It quietly watched Viscount Sicar put on the armor.
Viscount Sicar didn't put on his helmet, instead placing it on the left side of his body. His left hand was holding and holding the helmet. The viscount looked at the two pagans and the representative of the pagans again.
"Everyone, I think we have come to a consensus. Let's deal with the Mist together.
Then … "
"I hope everyone can work together wholeheartedly."
The viscount's voice was a little hoarse, but it was full of vigor.
"This is what I want, lord viscount."
The priest of the 'Decaying Water' bowed slightly in greeting.
"Fine by me."
Withering Branch controlled the floating head and said. Resting Deer didn't say anything, all it did was nod.
Viscount Sicar wasn't angry at all.
He was no longer a simple noble, he was a Dark Walker who was willing to work with evil for the sake of the God he believed in. Any kind of humiliation and unwillingness would become the motivation for him to move forward.
And …
Power!
Feeling the surging power that was suppressed in his body, the viscount took a deep breath.
Then, he turned around to his seat.
Resting Deer's eyes glimmered as it watched the viscount leave.
It really wanted to stab the viscount with its horn.
But in the end, it gave up.
After the Resting Deer withdrew its gaze, it immediately noticed that the priest of Decaying Water was looking at it.
"What are you looking at?"
Resting Deer scolded the priest in an upset tone.
"I don't mean any disrespect to Lord Resting Deer.
It's just that …
"I wonder what Lord Hibernation thinks of me?"
The priest spoke with a smile on his face.
"What do you mean what I think?"
The Resting Deer asked.
"'Arrival', of course."
Do you really think you can descend? "
The priest asked with a smile.
Resting Deer laughed as well.
Was he trying to sow discord?
Although it didn't like to use its brain, it didn't mean it was an idiot.
What the priest was trying to express was very clear.
It didn't have to care about what the priest was trying to say.
Because it believed in the Withering.
As a matter of fact, at the very next moment, Withering Branch stopped in front of the priest's throat. The branch was like an unsheathed sword, sending chills down the priest's spine.
"Mortal, keep your little thoughts to yourself."
Withering Branch warned Kieran.
"I'm just saying, I hope you don't mind."
The priest of Decaying Water smiled awkwardly while slapping his mouth, like a clown.
And at this time, clear footsteps could be heard — —
Dak Dak Dak.
Bloody Mary in a white robe had arrived.
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