Command."

"Who are you looking down on? Old monster, except for the last batch of black specialties, we have been battle-hardened hundreds of years ago."…

Angry voices immediately came out among the Wu** special forces. Obviously, no warrior can tolerate characters like priests and wizards dictating military matters to veterans like them.

This has been the case since hundreds of years ago.

"Have been in battle for a long time? But I don't think that dealing with weak mortals can train your discipline."

Wosuolun said, but a tall black man walked in front of him and looked down at the old monster.

"Ever since eight hundred years ago, we have divided the ranks according to years of service. Newcomers will naturally follow the instructions of the veterans. Wizards like you don't need to worry about this aspect."

"Very good. Professional people do professional things. I agree with this. In short, the mission equipment has been given to you. You can discuss it yourself on how to complete it."

Seeing Wosuolun bowing his head and giving in, the Black Agents stopped talking and silently took away the "rings". After a few minutes of simply distributing the equipment, they formed dozens of different teams and left the palace.

"Okay, we just have to wait for the news in a few hours."

"Are you going to see Neferata?"

The old vampire approached the prince and asked.

"Her injuries haven't healed yet, so I don't think it would be useful to see her at this time."

"You...okay."

Wosuolun hesitated to speak, looked at the prince who was immersed in the desk, writing something on a blank parchment, and said again.

"Then what are you busy with now? Our future King."

Arkadiza held her chin, thought for a while, finished writing on the parchment, and stamped it with her own seal.

"I'm wondering whether to send this letter to Astri. I need my father's help."

After pausing for a few seconds, he put the roll of parchment at the bottom of the pile beside the table, shook his head and said.

"It would be better for me to go there in person later. In these fifty years of life, I have not lived a day for myself. But in the end, you told me that this was a lie."

Having said this, Alkadiza's words were full of anger.

If it weren't for Neferata's lies, he would have returned to his father thirty years ago and inherited the throne of Khemri.

Said he would have a priest king and eventually become greater than Settra the Great.

At that time, what he felt about these flattering words was that in addition to his responsibility for the land of Nehekhara, he also felt a little proud.

But now, all these past pleasures have turned into stupid ridicule that flogged him.

"Want to meet General Ankart? He is the warlord Neferata relies on to control the army."

Seeing that the prince looked unhappy, Wosolun quickly changed the subject.

"You mean, let him organize an expeditionary force?"

"That's what you said."

The old vampire shook his gray bald head slightly, revealing the needle fangs behind his thin lips.

"That's him, but I still have to wait until I come back from Astri, which will probably take a few months."

"If you can't get away due to government affairs, you can go first."

Wosolun shrugged his shoulders and made a crackling sound, then suggested to the prince.

"I mean, I also need to take Neferata with me."

The prince's words made Wosolun's eyes widen slightly, although the movement range of those dead muscles was not enough for mortals to see.

He took off the blood bottle from his waist and drank a mouthful of blood to relieve his thirst. This is what he said.

"The political situation here can be left to me and Usoran. Anyway, the secret affairs are handled by Usoran and his blood descendants. You don't have to worry about the handover after Neferata recovers."
Chapter completed!