Why do you want to call me

"I will fight for you until the last moment with the knife and sword in my hand and with the firmest belief!"

"Praise be to the Lord of the Twilight!"

Darren said loudly in the eyes looking at him with a firm tone.

His voice covered every inch of the wounded barracks, and at the same time ignited hope in everyone's hearts.

"The Great Lord of the Twilight."

"I will offer you my allegiance."

"I will fight for you until the last moment with the knife and sword in my hand and with the firmest belief!"

"Praise be to the Lord of the Twilight!"

There seemed to be a burning light of fire in their eyes.

The sound of shouting in unison swept across the wilderness full of corpses, spreading far and far above the pitch-black land.

Chapter 230 Two Bards

"Lord Placido Mullins!"

"Please watch your words!"

Faced with such a sight, a bard wearing a green hat resolutely stood up.

The white feathers on the hat seemed to quiver slightly with his anger.

"You mere bard, think that you can stop me because of your special status?"

The bard did not expect that he, who was always popular, would one day be humiliated.

But it is true that their own status is inferior to that of nobles, and even their professional status can only be raised by nobles.

"you!!"

"My status can't be compared with the noble nobles, but why do you erase our achievements?"

The bard asked in a low voice.

The blood-stained faces and the pairs of eyes that could no longer be opened appeared in his mind.

It was a war that could be hailed as epic.

Countless heart-pounding heroic deeds emerged from this war, and their poems should be spread far and wide.

But if these heroes are not rewarded accordingly.

Such a story is far from complete.

"Aren't I telling the truth?"

"What contribution did you, and those untouchables behind you, contribute to this war?"

"Why did they take part of the land?"

Baron Placido Mullins was flushed, obviously very drunk.

But this is not what he has in mind.

Seeing those humble civilians taking away the cakes belonging to his own class, Baron Placido felt as uncomfortable as if someone died in his family.

Oh no, there are quite a lot of people in the Marlins family, and he won't feel bad when he dies.

So the dead are fine, but you can't touch your own cake!

Even if it's just a little bit!

How dare those dirty hands get on the table?

"Just because you hide behind while they fight."

"And you nobles!"

"I only saw us believers of the Great Twilight Lord fighting on the battlefield, but what about you masters?"

"Pooh!"

Baron Placido blushed even more for a moment, as if he had been poked by something, and then he yelled loudly.

"We are noble mystics, and our role is to restrain the opponent's sorcerers!"

"What kind of sorcerers do you pariahs know!"

"Do you know the concept of mystery?"

"ignorance!"

He gradually approached the bard, his mouth stinging.

The bard was overwhelmed by his aura for a moment, unable to say anything.

Seeing this, Baron Placido smiled with satisfaction, then stopped, and looked around with a smug expression.

"Do you see it……"

"Praise be to the Lord of the Twilight!"

The faint voice from a distance suddenly silenced the entire banquet for half a minute.

A little annoyance appeared on Baron Placido's face who was interrupted later.

what happened?

He wanted to go out to check, but he ran into a frightened figure.

Baron Placido sobered up from his drunkenness in an instant, and then stammered.

"Great, High Priest..."

"Hmm... so it's Baron Placido Marlins."

The high priest looked at the person in front of him calmly, and then seemed to suddenly realize it.

"Haha, it's an honor that the high priest still remembers my name..."

Baron Placido laughed dryly, and at the same time, he wanted to strangle himself a few minutes ago.

Allow yourself to say that much.

Hope the High Priest didn't hear it.

But alas, it seems things are going in the opposite direction to what he begged for

development of.

"I heard you just said that you suppressed the opponent's warlock?"

"I really want to know which warlock of the other party is stunned by you."

The high priest said indifferently, a vague killing intent permeated the air.

"This this……"

Baron Placido was like the bard just now, unable to say anything.

He could clearly sense the killing intent that was close at hand, licking his skin inch by inch.

If he really couldn't answer, then according to the level of cruelty, he might not be able to survive.

"All the warlocks on the other side have joined the battle, but I don't know who else is free."

A dull voice sounded in the banquet.

All the nobles lowered their heads, avoiding their eyes, not daring to meet Darren's gaze.

"And what about our side?"

"While I was on the front lines, were you confronting their dead parents?"

"puff……"

Behind the high priest, a person couldn't help laughing, but stopped quickly.

"It's okay, just laugh, I'm not a strict person."

The high priest's voice was soft, but in the ears of the nobleman, it contained an inexplicable meaning.

"I understand that you have been pampered for a long time, and it is normal to cherish life."

"But no matter what, you can't deny their achievements."

"Go out into the wilderness and see how many members there are among them that belong to them."

"Enjoying what others risked their lives to snatch, how do you say these words with peace of mind?"

The language became more and more intense, but the high priest then changed his mouth.

"Of course, I'm not denying your role, it's just whoever it belongs to."

"As for now..."

"Let those people outside come in, they deserve the joy of victory."

Soon the door was opened, and countless people poured in.

And outside, bright flames rose to illuminate the city.

Countless cheers sounded, this is a celebration belonging to the entire church.

The bard had withdrawn from the banquet and joined the crowd.

Looking at the flames rising in the campfire, he couldn't help singing:

hurrying people,

Please stop.

You will hear the messenger of the lord of the evening,

Confessions in solitude and loneliness:

I left quietly,

Just as I came quietly.

The moment of parting,

The flowers around you will bloom beautifully.

Across the plain where the armies sleep,

Through the demon-infested valley.

I for every silent land,

Brought the blessing of the Lord of the Twilight.

All the people of the earth sing to him,

For him the trumpet of pioneering sounds.

Countless people follow in his footsteps,

Endless words tell of His magnificence.

O tiny soul,

Never comprehend the shelter He has given.

At the end of the road covered with flames,

It is the place of eternal peace of mind.

There is no need to be furious over grievances,

There will no longer be a conflict of interest.

O people who sing,

please remember.

I am not a lowly slave,

Nor is it a numb machine.