The lord is red again

Goliath's crazy old nobles and dragon soldiers have been completely purged, except for the female marquis Druids.

Lind couldn't do anything about it, of course there was another reason, the undead people liked to enter the Druids Manor dungeon very much, and every time they had to pay the dungeon fee and buy a lot of things.

No matter whether they bought from the small market, Raven City or Goliath, no matter where they bought, the money would eventually be gathered in Lind's hands.

He left the undead people with the opportunity to shop around. The market price always fluctuates, but the undead's demand for equipment and props is constant, so Lind will never lack a consumer market.

Leaving a big BOSS, and the other party will not move around, is simply a natural leek fertilizer.

With the lessons learned from the past, there will be undead people coming to try every day. If they can really kill Mrs. Druids, they can get the emblem reward and gain the respect of the NPC.

Lind plunged into the library to study. He was trying to understand the laws of the kingdom. Every one of them was nothing special, but he still read it over and over again.

Then he changed to the history of the Kingdom of Rand, for which he had to find Miss Troll Isa, but after he finished talking about this, he turned around and forgot about it.

The rotten smell of books and wooden shelves was like a cage, completely trapping Linde in the large library of the palace.

Rania was busy every day, and she needed many civil officials to help her handle government affairs. After Linde ordered the construction of a magical building called "Crystal Defense Tower", Rania began to receive huge bills for expenses, and there were also funds needed for the repair of fortresses, streets and other places.

Undead people work hard, but they have higher requirements for income. When they are weak, they will work hard, but if they are strong, they will pretend not to see the work that does not generate enough income, even if the reward is enough to make many great knights jealous.

For this reason, Rania once discussed with Linde about "rewarding the undead". Linde brought up this matter, but Linde himself refused it again. His reason was that the time had not come yet.

In addition, Rania also had to deal with plans including rebuilding Black Island, recruiting soldiers, training soldiers, stationing soldiers, and craftsmen making equipment, including everything that extended from it.

Mining, forging, blacksmith training, selection, and then back to food, etc.

She has never been so busy.

But the existence of Black Island is very necessary. It is a fortress blocking the Black Swamp Kingdom, and it is also the closest inland lake to Goliath, Raven City, etc. If you want to eat fish, you have to rely on it.

Ignoring the strange appearance of those fish with hands and feet or blinking eyes, they are still quite delicious.

Despite the busyness, as long as Lind is still here, she is at ease enough.

The previous hug made her feel a little uneasy, but she knew very well that she would definitely not have anything with Lind... Probably not, if he didn't speak first.

She needed to breathe some fresh air. After leaving the Golden Throne, Rania walked to the archway corridor unconsciously. If she walked to the left, she would go to the only garden with flowers blooming in the entire Goliath, but she subconsciously walked to the right, which led to the library.

A petite figure caught Rania's attention.

"Your Majesty." The other party took the initiative to greet.

Miko, a witch.

The only thing Rania knew about her was that she followed Linde from the north, and the potion that Linde drank every day to resist the curse must be brewed by her.

This is absolute trust.

Rania can still remain calm when facing Tionne, but she will have a subconscious sneaky feeling when facing Miko.

"Miss Miko, are you here to deliver medicine again?" She decided to ask one more question.

"Yes." Miko nodded, a little puzzled by the queen's sudden stop.

Fortunately, there was no more communication.

Miko was not used to chatting with the nobles in a pretentious way. Linde should be the only person she could communicate happily with.

But when Miko entered the library and saw a huge figure sitting with Linde discussing something, she almost subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.

"Miko!" Linde heard the voice.

Miss Troll Isa, who was sitting next to Linde, also looked over, and a surprise appeared on her face when she saw Miko.

"This is Miss Isa I mentioned before. She majored in astronomy and history at the Star Magic School." Linde took the initiative to introduce.

The rabbit-toothed witch who always talked about the Star Magic School should be very happy to see her classmates.

"I..." She was a little at a loss.

"We know each other." Miss Troll took the initiative to speak in a gentle tone.

She must have understood something, but did not expose it.

"So it's a gathering of old friends?" Linde did not use the method of checking the favorability to look at the two people. The wizard will be very sensitive to emotional things. He will only use it occasionally on enemies or people with great emotional fluctuations.

"My lord, we are discussing the critical moment." Miss Troll suddenly became a little tough.

"You are right." Linde nodded.

From history and kingdom laws, Linde is slowly searching for the power that may be hidden in them, and it has achieved initial results.

Maybe it has something to do with the power of thunder. This power has nothing to do with blood or gods. It is the power of law.

When releasing this power, he doesn't even need to control thunder himself. It's more like summoning thunder. This discovery makes him a little regretful.

Afternoon, in the palace.

Turning his head and looking at the scene behind him, he always feels that the atmosphere is a little wrong.

Queen Rania, Rabbit-toothed Witch Miko, fiancée Tione, Song White Knight Wen Ruiwen, Recorder Doris, oh, and a troll lady Isa.

Like Wen and Tione, they are simply silent.

Miko suddenly became taciturn for some reason, Rania seemed to be simply upset, and Her Majesty the Queen was pouting quietly.

The recorder felt as if she had accidentally come to a dragon's den and a tiger's lair. Although she came here on her own initiative after hearing that the Duke seemed to have made some breakthrough research, she now felt that she should not have come. The atmosphere on the scene was far more exciting than she had imagined, and there must be something!

The expression on her face said that she should not have come, but what she was thinking in her heart was: Write it down, write it all down, and then accidentally throw the notes away!

Only the troll lady was analyzing it seriously with Linde.

Thunderclouds gathered, and thunder fell.

A pit was smashed into the ground, and the effect was not as good as Redwald, let alone compared with Dragon King Kurt.

"It is only useful within the territory and is related to the people protected by the law. The more powerful people there are, the higher the power may be."

That's why Dragon King Kurt can show his powerful strength, but Lind is currently... In the entire Rand Kingdom, no one obeys the laws of the Rand Kingdom.

Each territory is independent of each other. At least Lind's own territory does not implement the laws of the Rand Kingdom. He has a more detailed and binding set.

"Re-perfect the law and then promote it thoroughly." Lind made a quick decision.

My own laws are not recognized and have no special effects, so it is very necessary to reintegrate the laws of the Rand Kingdom.

But he did not count the undead for the time being. Who knows how long the undead will disappear this time.

...

North of Morpheus Gate, the unforgettable church.

Going south from the Crossroads of Faith, it takes about a dozen days and nights to get here, but the soldiers of Star Dragon City avoid this place. Even if they are patrolling on horseback, they will never take even one more step in this direction.

But resisting approaching does not mean that some things will not take the initiative to go north.

A group of people gathered at this place. They hid in the shadow of the dark and dilapidated church ruins and lit a bonfire.

The flames illuminated the faces of these people. They were a group of beautiful women.

Beautiful, like elves, with skin color close to ice blue.

But their faces were full of panic.

"Do we have to leave?" asked a younger girl.

The older woman said, "Yes! Those things have escaped. The Daughter of the Night can't protect us. We must run further."

But her skin only looked darker, and her face was still perfect.

"So, what about the key?" The girl continued to ask, "Our job is to guard the key."

"Yes, but the Daughter of the Night prefers it to be stolen." The older woman did not intend to discuss more about the key. If it weren't for the crisis, they would definitely stick to the Dusk Pool until eternity.

The sky was slowly getting darker. The girl with ice-blue and translucent skin climbed up the hill in the south with her hands and feet. Looking north from this direction, she could not see anything except a bare patch.

However, compared with the terrible environment south of the Gate of Morpheus, the north is desolate, but there are no disgusting black rivers, no swarms of insects, no white bridges that are always flooded by some sticky things, and no flesh-eating flies that feast on people.

Watching the sunset dye the sky red, half of my head was buried below the horizon reluctantly.

Then I turned my head and looked southwest.

The sky was split in half by a sword. The southwest was still shrouded in darkness and evil, while the red light in the northwest was getting farther and farther away.

This is a shocking picture, and she was faintly addicted to it.

Suddenly, a strange cry came from the distance. The piercing sound made the girl's body tremble subconsciously. She trotted down and opened her eyes wide: "The disaster is coming!"

"Put out the fire and hide!"

The women used their hands and feet to cover the bonfire that was finally lit with soil.

Without caring about doing more, they rushed into the interior of the Unforgettable Church.

The girl tried to look outside through the cracks in the bricks of the dilapidated church, but she was soon covered with her eyes and forcibly pulled back.

No one is allowed to get close to the wall, and must hide as far away as possible.

They huddled together, listening to the rumbling footsteps, which were getting louder and louder, meaning they were getting closer and closer.

Those guys must have discovered that someone had burned a fire here. Disasters are not stupid. They are good at hunting, cunning, and patient.

You can't imagine how persistent they will be in hunting. They will lie on the ground pretending to be a corpse, just like that, motionless, letting you walk by them. When you think you are safe and expose your back to them, oh, your life has come to an end.

If you are lucky.

Although no one spoke, everyone prayed in their hearts.

The sound outside was crazy, it must be a group of crazy wolves. You don't need to look to know that it is those guys. Their mouths are open like blooming flowers, and there are several long tongues similar to reproduction in each petal of flesh.

They are very sensitive to flesh and blood. Disasters have an obsession with life that ordinary people cannot understand.

The noises outside were getting louder and louder. They must have found the bonfire. The flames were out but the heat was still there. They were scratching the ground, causing dust to fly.

They could only cover their mouths and not make any noise, then pray and silently say "lucky words" in their hearts.

But the wolves outside still heard some sounds and were attracted to leave in another direction, then there were roars, and the sound of claws hitting stones, which was a bit confusing.

Then there were muffled roars, and the sound of blood gushing from the throats of the wolves.

When everything calmed down, they saw a beautiful woman holding a slender liquid sword made entirely of blood.

The ground was full of twisted corpses of wolves.

The bloody sword must have come from those wolves.

They looked at the woman and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Come with me." She said.