The messy buildings were crowded together, and the roof was full of crumbling and simple sheds stretching out of the street. The walls on both sides of the street were covered with messy posts and notices, as if countless patches were covered on this dilapidated street. The mud and wetness after heavy rain remained on the ground, and the air was filled with a smell of smoke and moldy things. Such a slum was not uncommon in the outskirts of Franck, and it was just one of the many slums. It was in this inconspicuous place that there was a small building that was not the same as the nearby house.

The wooden floor will creak when stepped on it, and the railings and door panels will always shake left and right. Obviously, they are not very reliable. The clothes that have just been washed are hung in front of the windows that open casually. But even the old man who has lived here for decades does not know that there is a patio behind this small building. Standing in the patio, Sel'ert walked around and occupied there impatiently, and his heart was very confused.

The mission has been completed, Monstock has died. With his death, the Paladins will have no leader in the group of dragons. This powerful legion that is regarded as an invincible and irresistible will inevitably reveal fatal flaws.

With Monstock here, the Paladin seemed to be an extremely sharp divine sword, with an indestructible shield. When he died, the divine sword was still extremely sharp and the shield was still indestructible, but it became an exquisite decoration and quietly placed there. Without a super powerful warrior, no matter how powerful the divine sword or the hard shield, they were just worthless dead objects.

However, Sel's also thinking about his value. With Monstock's death, is he still as valuable as before?

Sel's is not a reckless warrior. In fact, the most useful teaching he received from Monstock is to use wisdom rather than force to solve problems. Although he always had an opinion on Monstock and eventually became a mortal enemy who was difficult to live and die, Sel's's teachings never forgot Monstock's teachings. Another extremely important point among Monstock's teachings is to truly understand yourself. Only by understanding yourself can you make correct judgments.

With Monstock's death, perhaps the value of his existence became increasingly meager. Although His Highness once planned to reuse himself, he even imagined building a corps as powerful and indestructible as the Paladin at the center. Unfortunately, that fatal mistake ruined all this.

Sel's own clear of the disappointment in the prince's heart, and even felt the anger hidden deep in his heart. He knew more clearly who was shaking his position behind the prince and who spread his dissatisfaction and contempt for him in the knights. He could have easily defeated all of this, but unfortunately he lost this excellent opportunity. His only value was to fight against Monstock, but Monstock was dead. It was not even dead in his hands, but was taken away by an assassin hidden in the darkness.

"What are you thinking?" Suddenly, the voice of a middle-aged man came from behind.

"Aren't you a magician? Why don't you read my thoughts directly?" Sel'ot said lightly.

"I am not proficient in magic that controls the spirit, and magicians are not omnipotent." Earl Darkru said with a smile.

"Why should I stay in Frank?" Selault asked coldly.

"Didn't I stayed there too?" Earl Darkru said in a gentle tone.

"That's what makes me most strange," said Sel'Ot.

"You seem to be afraid, fearing that I will be against you." Earl Darkru said leisurely.

"I'm not afraid. If you want to kill me, I won't be surprised. I just don't want to live aimlessly and die inexplicably." Sailort said, as if he had seen through everything and was no longer as intense and irritable as before.

"I know what you are worried about, but you should have heard of the reason why His Highness the Prince appointed me as the commander-in-chief of this mission. Among His Highness the Prince's staff, my position is relatively transcendent and I do not belong to any force." Earl Darkru said, with a smile on his lips.

"And you have never really seen His Highness the Prince clearly. If you think that because of a mistake, you are no longer valuable in the eyes of the Prince, then you are wrong. Such losses are far from being unbearable for His Highness, let alone you should be very clear about his wishes. Compared with the loss of a magician, it is much more important for him to build a legion as powerful as the Paladin, and you are the key to building this invincible legion." Earl Darkru said.

"Is that possible? If the prince still has hope for this, he will not let the rumors that are not conducive to me fly all over the sky." Selault said calmly.

"Is it possible to stop all rumors? Even if everyone does not publicly promote them, is there a way to ensure that the rumors are not circulated privately? To be fair, you have proposed a way to completely eliminate rumors and be convinced." Earl Darkru said in a calm tone, his rebuttal left Sel's speechless.

"What's more, those who incite and spread rumors everywhere are equally crucial to His Majesty the Prince. He cannot sacrifice everyone else for you alone. You should be very clear that you treat almost everyone beside the Prince, except me, as they are, and they are the same." Darkru looked at Sel'ot and said, "You may never have thought that this is your fatal mistake."

Hearing Earl Darkrue say this, Sel'er fell silent.

"However, the prince has never given up his greatest wish, so he asked me to be the commander of this mission. This mission was not as expected, just to deal with Monstock. The real mission has just begun. Everything that was vigorous in the front was just a prelude. The movement behind may not be as passionate and noisy as the overture, but it is much deeper and longer." Earl Darkru said.

"Who is the performer? It's impossible that you and me are the only ones." Sailort said, his mood finally calmed down.

"You should guess." Earl Darkru did not answer directly.

"Those mice from the northwest, and the loyal dog Label?" Sel'ert asked with an eyebrow.

"How could you miss out on those southerners? They have been the active center of the capital recently," said Darkru.

"Does His Highness the Prince also plan to deal with the southerners? I don't think he would underestimate the enemy so much. Those southerners may be more difficult to deal with than Monstoke." Sel's Ott said.

Earl Darkru stared at Sel'oth for a while and said, "If His Highness the Prince heard this, he would be very happy. You finally know how to praise others' strengths, but you can rest assured that His Highness the Prince did not intend to act rashly on Sesburg. The strength of those southerners is far beyond expectations. There are too many precedents of failure when they are enemies. For His Highness, instead of treating them as enemies that must be eliminated, it is better to treat them as a means that can be used. At least no one is more suitable for completing the aftermath than them."

"After care?" Sel'ert asked in confusion.

"Don't you think there are too many mice here? Dogs are not the best at catching mice. If there is no helper, I'm afraid they will find it difficult to complete this task no matter what, but the southerners are experts in this regard." Earl Darkru said with a smile.

"So what is our mission to stay in the capital? Are we watching the show?" Selodot still didn't understand what Count Darklu really meant.

"The most annoying thing about mice is that they escape very quickly, so the most effective way to catch mice is to use mouse traps and poison them. However, mice are smart and timid. If you are not sure, you will never act rashly, so someone needs to strengthen their courage next to you." Earl Darkru said leisurely.

"Can such a arrangement be successful? The oldest mouse is definitely a cunning character. If we don't rush to the forefront, he will not believe our sincerity at all." Sel'ot said with a frown.

"Then we will rush to the forefront according to the mouse's wishes." Earl Darkru said.

"Didn't Your Highness the Prince say he doesn't want to be enemies with those southerners? If I deliberately let the water go, the mouse will definitely see it." Sel'ert asked in confusion.

"If you deal with those southerners in your personal name, you have no relationship with His Royal Highness. With your personality and widely circulated rumors, those southerners will not have much doubt about this." said Earl Darkru.

Sel'er stared at Earl Darkru for a while, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to understand what the mysterious guy was thinking. If he was an abandoned son with no use, there was no need for this guy to tell him these things. But from what he said in the end, he was still an abandoned son, and a abandoned son who could obtain great benefits through success, and he had no concerns if he failed.

Looking at Sel's puzzled expression, Earl Darkru said: "You should be very clear about why I got the respect of His Highness of the Prince. As a magician, I am not very strong. There are more magicians around the prince than me."

"You are one of the two think tanks around the prince." Sel'ot said coldly.

"Or to be more precise, I am a conspirator, who is good at placing conspiracies and using these conspiracies to win, and use these conspiracies to deal with those rats with open strategies at all, but my conspiracy often works. However, as I have said just now, the elimination of Monstock is just an overture, and then expelling the rats is just an episode. They are just a cover, a cover to prove that you and those southerners are brave enough to fight for the bravery of killing you." Earl Darkru said.

Sel'ert looked at Earl Darkru. From his expression, Sel'ert seemed to know something, but he was not sure. The only thing he knew was that he was the most important part of the conspiracy, and he vaguely felt that there was a larger conspiracy beyond this conspiracy.

"If you can't figure it out for a moment, save the problem until the evening. We should set out now to meet the annoying rats." Earl Darkru said with a smile.

...

On the other corner of Franck, a majestic and extremely exquisite palace was built. The original name of this palace has long been forgotten by the world, and "Abandoned Palace" has become its current name.

Living in this palace is His Highness, the prince from the Kingdom of Deli.

The bedroom had become a sickbed, and the broken legs were hung on the edge of the bed with wooden boards. The prince was looking at the book with great enthusiasm. On the partition on his chest were ink bottles, quills and a thick stack of paper. He sometimes wrote his reading experience on the paper.

Suddenly the door of the bedroom was opened, and the princess walked in happily.

"Seeing that you are as happy as a gust of wind, is there anything good?" The prince still looked at the book without raising his head. He obviously knew who had walked in.

Princess Xiya walked up to her brother, snatched the book from his hand, and complained: "Why don't you follow the advice and have a good rest?"

"Don't I rest all day now?" said His Highness.

"Since you are asked to rest, don't read such obscure books." His Royal Highness the Princess said, holding the book tightly in his arms.

"I don't have time normally, but now I have the opportunity to read the notes of the lord of the mainland. I can indeed learn a lot from it." The prince sighed and said.

"By the way, you probably didn't come here to disturb me reading, are there any good news?" asked His Highness the Prince.

"That is the worst news for the Francis, but it is great news for us. Monstock is dead." His Royal Highness said excitedly.

What the little girl expected was that her brother was not as happy as she thought, but on the contrary, his expression seemed extremely solemn.

"Monstock? Commander of the Paladin?" His Highness the Prince asked.

"Who else but him can make me so excited when I die?" said the princess excitedly, "Aren't you happy?"

"Of course, I'm really happy that one of the strongest rivals disappeared from this world, but this is a bit surprising. Can you be sure that the source of the news is correct?" the prince asked again.

"Your Highness, what Princess Xiya said is indeed correct." An old voice came from outside the door.

The wise old magician was standing at the door, and his face showed a tired look, as if he had suddenly become much older.

"Master, have you confirmed this news?" the prince asked.

The old man closed the door, pointed his hand at the window, and the window automatically closed. He walked around the bedroom and drew a few magic symbols on the wall, and then walked to the bed.

"Master, what did you see?" The prince's expression became solemn again.

"Monstock is dead, he was killed by the joint plot of Prince Phillips and the thief union he hired." The old man said in a heavy tone.

"What a pity. Such a brave warrior was not dead in the battle formation, but under the conspiracy." His Highness sighed, and his tone was extremely sad.

In his childhood, the name Monstock was deeply imprinted in his mind. It has always been his highest dream to defeat Monstock, who is extremely powerful in martial arts, and defeat the invincible Paladins on the battlefield.

It can even be said that it was Monstock and the Paladins he led that made him stronger and stronger.

Now Monstock is dead. After losing Monstock, although the Paladins are still a powerful knight, without Monstock, it is like a dragon losing its soul and a magic sword losing its user. All that remains is just a powerful force.

The appearance of another soul, another person who can lead the Paladin, is not a simple matter. No one knows better than this prince. What talent is needed and how much effort is needed to reach the realm of that old knight.

At least ten years, there will be no other soul figure in the Paladin. This is not a good thing for Delizhi, who is an enemy country.

But this Prince Palace also read something else from the old man's expression - that was deep worries.

"Master, what did you find?" the prince asked.

"If no one had restrained Monstock head-on, there was no enemy that was strong enough to make the Paladin leader concentrate on dealing with, and absolutely no one could approach and assassinate him from behind." The old man said slowly.

"Fallen Paladin Sel's Ott? Apparently he was also involved in this mean murder." The prince said in a heavy tone.

This fallen paladin is also what he attaches great importance to. The man is about the same age as him, so he has a better chance to become a strong enemy in front of him at some time in the future. However, His Royal Highness the Prince does not respect this fallen paladin. Because in his opinion, this person has many fatal weaknesses - weaknesses rooted in the roots of human nature, arrogance, ambition, and arrogant everything that makes him inevitably become a lonely man.

"Yes, but what really worries me is the power used by Sel's Alt to fight against Monstock, which is a force that should never appear in the Kingdom of Francis." The old man's face turned out to be strangely old. Obviously, he spent countless efforts to see the fierce and unimaginable matchup of the past time through the disappeared flame.

"That is the power that your ancestors exchanged for their lives, and a secret that the Dejiazhi Kingdom will never allow for disclosure." The old man said in a heavy tone.

"Is it a strong wind or a bloodthirsty?" the prince sat upright and asked. He subconsciously clenched his fists. Even the princess lost his former activity and looked at the old man in horror. As a princess, she naturally knew what this meant.

"Bloodthirsty!" said the old man.

This news is like a thunderbolt coming to the head for both the prince and the princess.

The Bloodthirsty Corps is the ultimate army created by the Delizhi Kingdom for a huge price to fight against the Paladins and sacrifice the lives of countless people.

For the birth of this legion, several generations of Deli Zhiwang worked hard and even sacrificed his life, and countless magicians spent their entire lives on it.

Because of this, just like the Francis royal family attaches exactly to the Paladin, the Kingdom of Delizhi regards the Bloodthirsty Corps as a treasure and never shows off in front of others. The secret of the Bloodthirsty Corps is even more a secret kept by the Kingdom of Delizhi.

"Someone leaked the bloodthirsty power?" the prince asked with a serious expression.

"Although not all, Sel's original sect has indeed mastered the essence of bloodthirsty swordsmanship, but he is still unable to fully adapt to the bloodthirsty power." The old man said.

Princess Xiya, who had been listening to the conversation, suddenly turned pale.

As a member of the royal family, she naturally knew what the leak of bloodthirsty power meant. It not only meant that the Bloodthirsty Corps is no longer mysterious. After careful research by outsiders, they may be able to find a way to defeat the Bloodthirsty Corps, but also means that in the Delizhi Kingdom, someone is making a secret deal with Prince Phillips.

But it is absolutely certain that the Delizhi royal family cannot use bloodthirsty power as bargaining chips. Such bargaining chips are too large, not to mention that the Kingdom of Francis has always been in a passive state. Delizhi has already had enough weights in his hand.
To be continued...