Heretic Trial Temple, in front of the main hall gate.
"Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Brother George!" After integrating the resistance troops, James nodded to George, with unabashed excitement and excitement in his voice.
After all, as a cavalryman, the Nightmare Beast King Xanthos currently under his crotch is the mount that everyone dreams of.
According to the previous agreement, for a long time to come, Xantos will leave George and fight with him as James Talis' mount. At the same time, George will obtain the Nightmare on the day when the Nightmare Knights are formed in the future. One-third ownership of the Knights.
Xantos, who had just escaped from the blacksmith shop and was trapped in a transfer of ownership, was helplessly bound by the slavery contract despite his inner unwillingness. His life and death were a matter of George's thoughts.
Maybe one day, he could accept the fate of being traded as goods by George just like he accepted the fact that he was a mount.
Of course, the reason why George was so relieved to hand over Xantos to James was not because he naively thought that the covenant relationship between the two was so strong. In fact, in addition to the seemingly incoherent alliance between the two on the stage, George, who had just been shocked by James' casual remarks, realized how unfathomable the Imperial War God in front of him was in terms of insight into people's hearts.
"Where did the evidence for the nobles come from? Letters, accounting notes, and orders were all collected from all corners of the temple. Only the death registers were obtained by my subordinates based on the accounting books. It was made temporarily. Although it is not easy to sway these stupid nobles who are full of women and crosses, but if one side of the scale is to put their god of light, and the other side is to put their own wealth and life, then it is another matter. "
"After all, the truest lie is ninety-nine percent truth and one percent crucial misinformation, isn't it?"
George was also very concerned about this imperial war god whose strength and scheming were unfathomable. Fortunately, the alliance contract between the two does not require George to terminate the slavery contract, because James only needs the right to use the Nightmare Beast King, and Xantos' life is still one-way connected to George.
In other words, unless James wants to give up the life of the Nightmare Beast King, he will not take the initiative to harm George anyway.
Unanimity of interests is the most solid foundation of the alliance.
Of course, George's bet this time seemed to have resulted in a good hand. In addition to James Tarris, the actual Imperial God of War, his adjutant, the Empire's chief marksman, Matt Damon, the barbarian warriors he recruited in prison, Tychus, and about thirty people, The warriors who originally belonged to the Champion Knights, none of these warriors had a combat power lower than the peak of the third level!
During this raid on the Heretic Trial Temple, except for one warrior who was slightly injured, the other warriors completed their respective tasks perfectly. When the warrior was collecting the temple's treasure house, a black-clothed guard with a scar on the corner of his mouth lit the demon fire tied to his body before he died, hoping to die with him. However, the strength of the heavenly chasm was before his eyes. In the end, this The black-clad guard's dying counterattack only caused the soldier some flesh wounds.
"It should be Heath... Compared with the vampire deputy palace master who immediately chose to apply oil on the soles of his feet when faced with a crisis, this villain who, although he was just an ordinary person, fought to the last moment at the cost of his life, was even more... It’s worthy of respect.”
After hearing the news of Heath's death, George couldn't help but feel a little sad for the end of the black-clad guard. In this temple of sin, perhaps only this ordinary person can be regarded as openly evil.
"Peter Macbeth, are you sure you don't want to go back with me?" George turned his head and asked a young man standing next to the barbarian Tychus.
Although he has experienced so much, George has not forgotten the task he inherited from the Macbeth family.
Peter Macbeth, the patriarch of the Macbeth family, the only son of Eli Macbeth, the "money tree" purchased by the Temple of Inquisition from the Guards. But what the black guards didn't know was that it was precisely because they left this restless "cash cow" alone that they led to the annihilation of the Heretic Trial Temple!
When Peter Macbeth visited the death row for the first time out of curiosity, the hallucinogenic drugs in James' body were gradually destroying James' will. The appearance of Peter gave James, who was almost desperate after being tortured by hallucinogenic drugs, a glimmer of hope.
Through his phonological skills and eloquent eloquence, the Imperial God of War quickly convinced Peter Macbeth to take him under his command right under the watch of the Black Guard.
In the days that followed, Peter Macbeth sneaked into the canteen many times and quietly changed the food of the death row prisoners, swapping the food containing the master-level hallucinogen originally used to suppress the Knights of Champions with the food of ordinary prisoners.
At the same time, he used every opportunity to meet the barbarian Tychus as a disciple to ask for a lot of blood, and then diluted the blood and mixed it into the daily drinking water of the Imperial War God and his men. ——This is to use the master-level anti-magic ability of the barbarian Tychus and use it as a temporary antidote by diluting the blood.
"No, Lord George, please tell my father that I want to stay in the resistance army and fight for the justice of the people!" Young Peter showed a bright smile to George, his eyes full of longing for the strong, pure and innocent The smile on his face made George feel a little ashamed of himself.
"Lord George...is that right? I understand and I will convey it."
George smiled mockingly to himself. He was already past his prime, and was only about five or six years older than the eighteen-year-old Peter. However, I don’t know when George’s face had been unconsciously filled with gloom and sadness. Vicissitudes of life.
The smile on Peter's face only existed in the past that he could never get back.
Although one day, this young master who chose to join the resistance will understand that war is not rose-colored, and although one day, like all the soldiers present, he will become an executioner who absolutely obeys orders, but at this moment, George was even a little jealous of the dazzling purity on his face.
"Go on, James. This is my appointment letter for Fort Juarez. It seems that you need a base camp at the rear more than I do."
At the last moment of parting, George also handed over his letter of appointment to Fortress Juarez to James. Since the appointment of a black guard has become impossible, it also means that the son of the Pope, Lake Lewis's plan to win over George completely failed, and the identity of Viscount was as far away from George as a mirage.
This useless appointment letter for Fort Juarez might as well be handed over to the rebels. In their hands, it should be of greater use.
"Farewell, gentlemen! May we meet again on the other side of victory!"
The morning sun is rising, and the warm sunshine dispels the coldness and darkness of last night, bringing the warmth of hope to the new day. George's back and the shadow of the rebels overlap each other, and then drift away, just like the intertwining and separation of fate!
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