our family is gone

"Is this the reason why you avoid her every day?" Greendale was speechless. She had thought of many reasons, such as personality, appearance, etc., but she really didn't expect it to be this.

"You can see it. How could I not see it? But there is no need to hurt others. Young people are just fooling around. In a few years, they will be more rational when they grow up."

"You are only in your early twenties, not much older than her!" Greendale immediately turned over and sat on Lance's waist, holding him down with both hands and started to retort.

"Your worries are a joke. I definitely know this better than you. How can Boslake resist snake venom despite losing his inheritance? It's because of the inherent ability of the tribe's bloodline.

The manifestation of extraordinary bloodline is related to the extraordinary person's own strength. From Bahrain's current figure, it can probably be seen that his father has the blood of a giant. But you are of a normal body, why are you afraid of this?
If you have to say this, the only thing that may harm the mother's body due to fetal development is malnutrition. You taught me about nutrition theory. How can an ordinary peasant woman compare with our current situation? "

"Why are you so active?" Lance couldn't help but complain. This kind of thing is a matter of mutual consent. The ancestor was still watching from the ground. He really didn't have much thought on it.

"The more bloodlines the strong have, the better. This is to contribute to the competitiveness of mankind."

What Greendale said was a righteous statement, but in fact it was still the thinking of the mountains. A leader wanted to control the tribe, and the more heirs he had, the better.

Just like the alpha wolf is succeeded by the warrior wolf, they are of the same lineage.

Although he said it was for him, Lance disagreed.

"I have to criticize you for this. This is a typical feudal thought. Our Hamlet is an advanced territory at the forefront of the new era.

Moreover, this is an empire, not a group of barbarians. If you have time, study the constraints on power imposed by the aristocratic system. It is impossible to just say the opposite. The position of a lord is not so easy to sit in. "

If she didn't have extraordinary power, Lance's retort might be that "only beasts can talk about blood", but in this world, blood does exist, and it has a huge impact.

So we can only start from the power structure. If you are a barbarian and successfully challenge the old leader, you can become the leader. Other tribesmen may also be very supportive, because a more powerful leader can lead the tribe to a more glorious future.

But the empire does not like this. If the subordinates directly kill the lord and seize the territory, then he will be conquered by everyone in the empire. It is impossible for everyone to allow a person who challenges the rules to exist.

Therefore, several surrounding nobles have appropriated Hamlet bit by bit, and even now they still retain Hamlet, at least in name.

Only now that the empire is in chaos, they have shown their ambition and want to completely annex Hamlet, but they have to test it in various ways.

This is the restriction of power by the aristocratic system, but it is restricted below.

Otherwise, he would kill the emperor at the beginning, how could there be so many things?

"But your words reminded me of something."

"What?" Greendale was surrounded by Lance and was thinking about something, so she subconsciously replied.

"It's time for us to work hard."

As Lance raised his hand, she was pushed down in the next second, and their positions were instantly reversed.

"I'm going to ask Boudica to come over and accompany you." Greendale, who was pressed under her, realized something and couldn't help but twist her body.

Why did you rush to get no points?It just stopped not long ago, who can withstand it?

"Who was urging me just now?" Lance stepped forward, "Do you know you were wrong now?"

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" Greendale directly begged for mercy without any hesitation.

"If you're wrong, then go to bed." Lance hugged her and lay down directly on the bed, and there was no movement.

Greendale felt that Lance just held her and made no further movements, so she knew that he was scaring her.

Looking at him falling asleep, I couldn't help but sigh.

This man always likes to take care of other people's feelings, but what about your own?
If I don’t think about you, who will think about you?

…………

In the hall of the Lord's Mansion, a tall wax figure with a sealed face stood aside. The armor was removed, revealing wounds all over the body that had been sealed with wax. The most special thing was that the skin on the heart was missing, replaced by a piece of bare skin. Melted wax, with blood-colored crystals embedded in the indentations.

Along with this thing were other seized items.

And Lance was introducing the information he had learned before.

"This is what I've been doing since..."

The two advisors, Alhazred and Amanda, were commenting on the things that Lance had seized.

"These equipments have a strong undead aura, and there is no doubt that they are cursed."

"Corpse control, corpse explosion, bone armor, and plague poisonous fog, these are the methods of those necromancers."

"This wax puppet is cast by a real person. The ritual transformation can not only retain the fighting ability in life, but also be tireless and powerful."

"..."

Several people studied for a while before coming to a conclusion, which was then expressed by Lance.

"That is to say, you think this person is probably a Necromancer apprentice, but these things cannot be completely from his hands, so there must be a more powerful teacher behind him?"

To put it simply, this person's strength does not match his equipment, and there should be a more powerful caster behind him.

"Well, you can say that." Amanda nodded in agreement, "Unfortunately, these spells are not very special secret arts. As for the equipment, they are not put together in complete sets, and they do not leave any obvious marks or other characteristics, so we can't see them. Come out who is behind him."

Alhazred then added, "I'm not very sure that the curse ritual on this ring can be broken. The opponent is very strong."

Neither of them had any objections. In fact, Lance also understood that there must be extraordinary people behind these nobles.

"It doesn't matter, he told us the rest himself."

Lance didn't play any fancy tricks with you at all, and took people directly to the nursing home. The guy was knocked unconscious at first, but now he has woken up long ago.

The three people broke in, making the already small room seem full of oppression.

Just as he entered the door, Alhazred frowned and said something when he saw the man's dull expression and pale complexion.

"This is not a normal person at all, this is a puppet made by that person."

"How is that possible? He surrendered on his own." Lance couldn't help but question, could a puppet have autonomous consciousness?

After hearing this, Amanda realized something, "The scholar is not talking about wax figures, but..."

After a short pause, Amanda said a name, "It's like Catherine's situation, even more serious, where even the soul is controlled."

When Lance heard this, he understood that the bald wizard, or really the sorcerer, had put a curse on Catherine, which could control her life and death.

If it hadn't been for the evil backlash and chaos, she probably wouldn't have survived before Lance could save her.

"What now?" Lance was unfamiliar with this, which was why he needed two advisers. "Let me give it a try." Alhazred raised his hand, and the skull candlestick fell into his hand. The blue candlelight was lit, instantly covering everyone in a dark atmosphere.

All this happened very quickly, and the three people present did not take the man's appearance into account at all.

Countless shadow tentacles stretched out from the surrounding darkness and rushed towards the man, which made him scream, and at the same time it seemed that something had been activated.

Suddenly!

I saw the whole person suddenly stood up, but there was no more movement. Instead, he raised his head and opened his mouth wide. Bloody red wax-like substance continuously poured out from it, covering his entire face. You could vaguely see the melted wax on his chest. The human face is struggling in pain.

At the same time, the pores on the body are also secreting, and it looks like the whole body is dissolving.

What’s even more terrifying is that Lance feels increasingly intense spiritual fluctuations!
A big move on the stage?Do you follow the rules?
"kill him!"

Basically, before Alhazred could say anything, the two people on the field reacted and realized something was wrong.

Amanda raised her hand and swung the flying knife, but it had no effect at all when it landed on those wax melts, even the extraordinary ritual attached to it.

Lance rushed forward, raised his hand and fired a shot without attacking the main body. Instead, the projectile was aimed at the waxy face to scatter it, and then activated [Sacrifice].

Judgment succeeded!

The power of the void came and swallowed him up. Even though the waxy face recovered, he struggled several times but still couldn't escape the mighty power of the other world being swallowed up.

Lance knew that one must be a master of Operation Disc and would not let go of his sacrifice.

But Lance was slightly disappointed, because such a strange scene only returned ordinary spirituality.

"What happened just now?" Lance turned around calmly.

"It's a lich." Alhazred explained with a somewhat solemn expression, "A terrifying monster that transforms itself into an evil creature but retains its mind. It can also be regarded as a kind of necromancer, and this is just his A clone through which he can sense the location.”

Lance understood after hearing this.

"That's no wonder. He intended to surrender. Otherwise, how would he find it? The same person must have expected that the puppet would be lost, so he added a curse to the equipment."

Lance was a little numb. He didn't expect that such a problem would arise. He should have sacrificed him instead of bringing him back.

I have to blame myself for being too greedy and wanting everything. It was so easy to instigate Lawrence and Francis to rebel that I forgot about the strangeness of the extraordinary power.

But suddenly he thought of something, and his calm expression immediately became serious, and he couldn't help but look at the two people around him and ask a question.

"Then Michelle said that his father was a general on the front line. Being sent to protect him means that the lich is related to Michelle's family. So what good will the war do to the lich?"

The other two people seemed to realize something. They looked at each other with deep worries, and each of them exchanged words.

"War is endless death."

"And death is the best nourishment for a lich."

Lance had a guess, and he couldn't help but have a weird smile on his face and joked: "I asked how the empire and the refugees can fight like this. It turns out that this is the loyalty of the empire general."

Thinking of this, Lance didn't hesitate anymore and took out the cursed ring and sacrificed it directly.

Regardless of whether you have a storage ring or not, there is definitely something wrong with being cursed, so just have a fight with the guy above.

Lance's move was naturally a big taboo in the eyes of other extraordinary beings. How could he tamper with an uncertain extraordinary piece of equipment?

But Lance made the right bet. The sacrifice directly triggered the curse, and then he was swallowed up without any resistance.

This kind of violent cracking made the two of them dumbfounded.

ah?Does this work too?
But why did Lance seem to hear some vague wailing?
Forget it, just dig out some of the things inside for the two of them to identify.

There weren't many things, except for a lot of withered heads, and some messy corpses. They should be prefabricated extraordinary props, with the same extraordinary power as the human head bomb thrown out.

Lance's sense of spiritual fluctuations led him to first rummage through those things and find a leather bag made of special material. When he opened it, a bloody smell emerged from inside.

What was poured out was a dozen finger-sized blood-colored turbid crystals. The color was a bit uneven and looked like blood scabs had condensed. It gave people an uneasy feeling for some reason.

"This seems to be the spiritual crystal he used to drive the wax puppet to consume." Lance picked up one and remembered the condition of the wax puppet's heart.

"There are too many impurities due to the extraction method, but for this amount, it is estimated that hundreds of people have to be killed." Alhazred seemed very calm, because this kind of material is very common in the supernatural world.

"It's a pity that only the puppet can be used. Unless others refine it again, this greatly reduces the value, but one costs three to five hundred gold coins, and here it costs several thousand more." Amanda is familiar with this market, simple Explains the value of something.

Among all the strange and incomprehensible things, a bone cup inlaid with gems caught their attention.

"Is this the Blood Holy Grail?"

"It looks like it has a bit of history."

Lance picked up the thing and couldn't help but ask, "What is the use of this thing?"

"This is a prop left by an ancient civilization known as the Blood Dynasty. They believe that drinking blood can give them strength and return them to youth.

This bloody ritual did allow them to gain short-term glory, but in the end it caused some disasters, and the result was similar to those who believed in cults, and they were all submerged in the long river of history.

However, this Blood Holy Grail was left behind and evolved into a ritual to obtain power from blood. Those spiritual crystals just now were probably refined using this. "

Alhazred just finished speaking, and then Amanda added.

"If I remember correctly, there is also a cult organized by the remnants of the Blood Dynasty based on this - the Blood Order. Could this also be related to them?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere on the field suddenly became tense.

Action was imminent, but now he has provoked a high-ranking noble in the empire, a powerful spellcaster, and an unknown cult. These are not simple enemies.

Can Hamlet bear such...

But at this moment, Lance could still laugh.

"Okay! It's a lich and a cult. This empire is getting more and more lively."

Lance is not afraid of chaos, he is afraid of not being chaotic.

If he doesn't mess with any of his movements, he will be watched closely. How can there be room for development?
A real man is born in troubled times, and it is now that he makes great achievements!

Amanda and I originally felt the pressure of the environment, but they felt a lot more relaxed when they saw Lance like that.

No difficulty can defeat him...