Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Hearing the name of the ghoul Duke Marcus, Prince Milo's eyes flashed with disgust, and said blankly: "Let him in."

Luke suppressed his smile, sat on the other sofa, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Although they belong to the demonite camp, the ghouls are very unwelcome.

This is not surprising. The four major demonic races generally look down on the small races.

Moreover, ghouls are always greedy for other people's bodies, which is the kind of gluttony method, and they don't necessarily take advantage of the heat, and they don't mind if they are cold.

After all, they can swallow almost everything except soil and stones. Not only can they eat people, including the corpses of demons, blood races, werewolves, and even night demons, they can swallow them. They are not afraid of meat and vegetables, and have a very good appetite.

Old goats mocked them for eating everything except shit. It is not unreasonable. Humans also hate ghouls.

Especially those low-level or miscellaneous ghouls, no different from vultures and locusts, can be called nature's cleaners.

Obviously it is a consumer, but it does the job of a decomposer.

The ghouls dare not openly eat the remains of the demons and blood races left behind after their deaths, but there are opportunities in the dark, and they will not let them go.

This is also the reason why Miró and Luke heard Marcus's name, and their attitude suddenly became very cold, even if Duke Marcus was about to be promoted to Grand Duke.

Imagine that there is someone next to you who will eat your body left after you die. Even if you are still alive now, will you have a good impression of him?

Duke Brian bowed back when he heard the words and walked out, not long after.

Da da da.

Rhythmic footsteps sounded, Marcus, wearing a tuxedo and short cyan hair, walked into the hall.

He has long slender eyebrows, a hooked nose, and thick gray lips. As soon as he entered the door, he bowed slightly, paid tribute to Miró, and then greeted Luke.

Elegant, personable, and courteous, but Milo and Luke just nodded perfunctorily.

"Your Majesty, there was an accident in the plan and Marcelo was killed."

Marcus's lips moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice. To be honest, the news was very bad for him. He bought the source blood for the ghost hand at a high price.

He did this for a natural reason, but now the ghost is gone, and all investment is in a bubble.

"Oh, I was killed when I was killed, what a big deal."

Milo leaned Erlang's legs and didn't even look at him, and didn't care about Marcelo's death.

This is not his plan, the plan of the ghouls goes bankrupt, it is his business?

There was a flash of anger in Marcus's scarlet pupils. He bowed his head slightly and greeted the female relatives of Milo's family.

On the face, he is more respectful, and his posture is very low: "Your Majesty, the killing of the ghost hand will greatly boost the morale of the people on the plain. We need certain countermeasures."

"Oh."

In a faint response, Milo yawned: "It doesn't get in the way, just send someone to retaliate."

His attitude was so scattered that he almost wrote "It's my shit" on his face.

Eyelids trembled, Marcus suppressed the anger in his heart, vowing that after he was promoted to Grand Duke, he would be...said secretly behind him.

Regardless of how Marcus asks for help, Miró is um, you’re right, it makes sense—but it’s not my business.

Almost angered Marcus with a cerebral hemorrhage. In fact, Milo didn't care about the plans of the ghouls at all. All he wanted was that they acted as a cannon fodder army.

"Your Majesty, I hope to hold the Gluttony Yan immediately and be promoted to Grand Duke. Qiyan Reading www.qiyands.com

Because now is the critical moment of the re-emergence of the saints, I am willing to be a pioneer and a pawn, donate my blood, go through fire and water, and I will do my best!

Please also your Majesty give me an accurate answer!"

Marcus said impassionedly, with a firm face and a sonorous voice.

It was almost a showdown, he couldn't wait, he didn't want to wait until a year later to get promoted.

Milo's face was very calm, with a calm and unhurried demeanor.

He put down the right leg that was resting on his left leg, then placed his left leg on the right leg, and lazily said: "Very well, I have seen your determination, but this matter needs to be discussed and carefully considered so as not to There are errors and...

For the great cause of the revival of the saints, it is necessary to observe the current situation comprehensively, overcome all difficulties, and use the advantages of geographical location to gradually expand...

We need to give priority to strengthening cooperation between various races, establishing communication channels, working together for mutual benefit and win-win, especially the ghoul family, we must play an exemplary role and promote comprehensively..."

Marcus: (๑˙˙๑), what is it?

He was babbling and babbling. Milo's face was not red and his heart beat, and he continued to speak: "To fight this local war, we must first determine the following four points.

First, we need to work hard to prevent some saints from working hard and having a negative work attitude.

Second, it is necessary to fully promote the good style of the saints who are not afraid of death, and inspire the lofty sense of honor in the hearts of the saint blood nobles.

Third, we must implement war preparations to...

Fourth, we need to make overall plans..."

Marcus: (;´Д), what are you talking about?

He just felt that his head was big, and he could hear it, and he seemed to understand.

Prince Milo smiled slightly, he stood up, walked in front of Marcus, and handed a document on the table to his hand.

Milo said with a serious expression: "This is a United Front document that I carefully compiled. I just explained it to you.

You must convey him down so that every sage in Pineapple Town deeply understands the significance of this war."

"I...I, that..."

Marcus opened his mouth slightly and his face was dull. He did not understand what the other party had said before.

Milo patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "In the face of the rise of the race, what is personal gain and loss, don't just look at yourself...In short, young Marcus, be patient, you are already very good.

I tell you, you may not know that you are a monarch, and the future is destined to lead the trend of the times!

Okay, let's go down, pay attention to the implementation of what I confessed. One month later, I will randomly select holy descendants for inspection in Pineapple Town."

I am a monarch?

Marcus was very excited. He took the document and walked out the hall happily, even forgetting the purpose of the trip.

"The first time I found out, you can fool you like this."

Luke couldn't help laughing after Marcus, who was fooled so much that he could not find the north, left.

He was holding back very hard just now, and he knew very well that Milo was talking nonsense.

Milo took out a white cloth unhurriedly, wiped the palm of Marcus's shoulder that he had previously patted, and then threw the white cloth into the trash can.

"Dirty my hands, wasting a handkerchief for Lao Tzu."