Lord of the North

"Jason Lopez and they seem to have gone to the barracks, you send someone to follow and watch outside the barracks."

Gilbert thought for a while and told Keith that he always felt that after Jason went to the barracks, things would not be conducive to his plan.

"Yes, master, leave it to me." Keith lowered his head in response. He felt it was best to go personally for this kind of thing, and he was not relieved to leave it to those subordinates.

"Just stare far away, remember not to get too close to them, the strength of that man is too terrifying."

Gilbert remembered Lancelot's horrible aura that night, someone who could be compared with him, he had only seen the gluttony among the deep blue cross stars with this kind of strength when he got serious.

At the same time, gluttony was the only person who admired him. He didn't have enough talent, and he achieved that level only by unremitting hard training.

"I understand, master." Keith agreed immediately. He didn't want to die young, and he knew the horror of Lancelot.

"You go and prepare too." Gilbert said with a wave.

Keith saluted and retired. They needed a lot of preparation to kill Lancelot. It didn't mean that the ghost servants were all over after they rushed up.

That is no different from looking for death, this plan may need Gilbert to take action in person to truly achieve it.

After Keith left, Gilbert stood there for a long time and picked up his gold coin again. This time, instead of rotating it between his fingers, he got it in front of his own eyes.

A blood-red vortex appeared in his eyes again, and he stared at the demon carving on it. After a while, the demon carving on the gold coin suddenly seemed to come alive. He opened the eyes that had been closed.

"Dear little Gilbert, is there anything you want to do with me this time?" The demon sculpture made a sharp voice and communicated with Gilbert.

"I need more ghosts, let's say, what are your conditions this time." Gilbert didn't feel scared or uneasy because of this, but easily communicated with this living sculpture.

"Freedom, I want freedom, you just need to release me from this gold coin, and I can give you as many ghosts as you want?" The devil's carved expression was excited, and his voice became sharper.

"My duty in this line is to prevent you from running out of it, and to change conditions." Gilbert sneered, disdainfully speaking.

"It's a pity, then give me some more blood, you haven't traded with me for a long time, my body is empty." The devil's carved face was full of loneliness, as if very sad to Gilbert's response.

"Huh, don't pretend to be pitiful in front of me, you will feel weak? You just want to satisfy your disgusting sex."

Gilbert dismissed what he said, but still clapped his hands. Immediately, a group of people came out holding large barrels, filled with dark red blood. They quickly put a pool on the left side of the hall. It was filled with blood. .

"I'm really sad for you to say that." The devil's tone was lost in the carving, but his eyes were tightly looking at the blood pool in the distance, full of greed.

"But you are really unkind. You are actually mixed with animal blood. What I want is human blood." He smiled, looking at Gilbert and said dissatisfied.

"Blood is good, you still pick and choose?" Gilbert was very upset and said gloomily: "It's not easy to get so much blood in Lucca."

"Okay, but thank you for the blood. I can only give you fifteen ghosts. No matter how much it is, I will lose out." The devil carve smacked his lips, a little impatient.

"good."

Gilbert agreed after a little thought, fifteen ghosts were obtained, and ten ghost servants would be born with good luck, which would be of great help to his next plan.

"Then... send me in?" The Demon Carver said anxiously, he couldn't wait to taste the smell of blood.

Gilbert raised his hand when he heard the word and threw him into the blood pool. After the gold coin fell into the blood, there was no movement.

After a while, the whole blood pool began to boil, and the blood gradually diminished. The attendants on the side watched this scene in horror. The only person who could remain calm was Gilbert himself.

This gold coin was obtained by the Deep Blue Doji in a large city in the south when it was formed.

At that time, the monsters in the gold coins raged, hundreds of thousands of people were drained of blood. A terrifying senior in the deep blue cross spent his life and sealed him in this gold coin, and then Gilbert's blood Of people guarding and in charge.

And this monster can secrete a kind of energy body called ghost, he can let an ordinary person obtain energy similar to extraordinary power, all it needs to pay is blood.

However, the people of the Deep Blue Cross were worried that this ghostly powerhouse would be controlled by this monster, so they have been forbidden to use his ability, but Gilbert some newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, he thinks he can control this monster.

A few years ago, he couldn't help concealing that the senior management of the organization had used the power of this gold coin to make a deal with this monster.

Fortunately, no accidents have happened so far, everything is under Gilbert's control, and even he has developed tremendously thanks to the help of this monster.

But this is no way to keep going. Gilbert stood by the blood pool watching the tumbling blood, and when his background was enough, he had to get rid of his dependence on this monster, and all the ghost servants had to be destroyed.

The attack on Lancelot this time is an opportunity to clear the ghost servant ~ www.readwn.com~ neither allows the monster to detect the clues, but also achieves its own goals.

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"I reject."

On the other hand, after hearing Zola Oddingson’s words, Jason refused immediately. Was this when he was a subordinate?

"I won't eat you again, it's just that a piece of armor is a bit difficult to take off, so you can help it." Sir Zola was a little bit dumbfounded. This armor took too long, and it got stuck today.

"What the **** do you mean?"

Jason frowned and asked, he really couldn't figure out what Sir Zola was thinking. Is this the attitude you should have when facing a member of the royal family?

"I'm really stuck, I just want you to help me."

He was furious and yelled at the interface between his helmet and his body.

How does it sound like a woman's voice.

"Jason, you **** wouldn't be so stingy, would you?!"

"who are you?"

Jason suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and an inexplicable anxiety.

"This is Zola, Sir Zola Odinson! Will you help me at all?"

Jason hesitated and did not answer, pinching his eyebrows and thinking hard, but the memory was too vague, he could not remember any intersection with this person at all.

"Oh shit!"

Sir Zola yelled angrily, his hands pressed hard, and with a "click" he crushed the lower part of the helmet that had been with him for several years!

Then Jason was stunned and put the broken it aside, revealing a pretty heroic face. In the outside world, the mysterious Sir Zola Oddingson, the commander of the army directly under the northern royal family, is actually an age. A woman in her twenties at most?

But what makes Jason even more incredible is that he knows this woman, it should be said that he has a deep memory!