Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 243 The Prince's Speech

Hearing the name of the Ghoul Duke Marcus, Prince Miro's eyes flashed with disgust, and he said expressionlessly, "Let him in."

Luke restrained his smile, sat on another sofa, and began to close his eyes to rest.

Although they all belong to the demon camp, the ghouls are very unpopular.

This is not surprising, the four major races of the demons generally look down on the minor races.

What's more, ghouls are always greedy for other people's bodies. It's the kind of greedy way of eating them alive. They don't necessarily take advantage of the heat, and they don't mind if they are cold.

After all, they can swallow almost anything except soil and stones, not only cannibals, but also the corpses of demons, vampires, werewolves and even night devils.

It's not unreasonable for the old goat to ridicule them for eating everything except dog poop. Humans also hate ghouls very much.

Especially those low-level or miscellaneous ghouls, no different from vultures and locusts, they can be called the cleaners of nature.

Obviously a consumer, but doing the work of a decomposer.

The ghouls dare not openly deal with the corpses left behind by demon-eating people and vampires, but if there is an opportunity secretly, they will not let it go.

This is also the reason why Miro and Luke's attitude suddenly became very cold when they heard Marcus' name, even though Duke Marcus was about to be promoted to Grand Duke.

Just imagine, there is someone next to you who will eat your body after death, even if you are still alive and well, but will you have a good impression of him?

Duke Brian bowed back after hearing this, and walked out after a while.

Da da da.

Rhythmic footsteps sounded, and Marcus, wearing a tuxedo and short blue hair, stepped into the hall.

With slender eyebrows, an aquiline nose, and thick gray lips, he bowed slightly as soon as he entered, saluting Milo and then saying hello to Luke.

The demeanor is elegant, personable, and the etiquette is in place, but both Milo and Luke just nodded perfunctorily.

"Your Majesty, the plan went wrong and Marcello was killed."

Marcus's lips moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, honestly, this news is very bad for him, he bought the source blood for the ghost hand at a high price.

There is a reason for him to do this, but now the devil's hands are gone, and all investments have become a bubble.

"Oh, if you are killed, you will be killed. What a big deal."

Milo crossed his legs, didn't look at him directly, and didn't care about Marcello's death at all.

This is not his plan, the plan of the ghoul clan went bankrupt, so it's none of his business?
The anger in Marcus' scarlet pupils flashed away, he lowered his head slightly, and greeted the female relatives of Miro's family in his heart.

On the surface, he was more respectful, and his posture was very low: "Your Majesty, the killing of the ghost hand will greatly boost the morale of the humans on the plain. We need certain countermeasures."

"Oh."

Responding lightly, Milo yawned: "It's okay, just send someone to take revenge."

His attitude was so loose that he almost had the words "None of my shit" written on his face.

With his eyelids trembling, Marcus suppressed the anger in his heart, and vowed that after he was promoted to the Grand Duke, he would...be sure to secretly curse a few more words behind his back.

No matter how much Marcus pleaded for help, Milo said uh, you're right, it makes sense--but it's none of my business.

Almost made Marcus have a brain hemorrhage. In fact, Milo didn't care about the plans of the ghouls at all. Anyway, he just wanted them to serve as cannon fodder.

"Your Majesty, I hope to hold the Yan of Gluttony immediately and be promoted to Grand Duke.

Because right now is the critical moment for the re-emergence of the saints, I am willing to be a pioneer, be a pawn, dedicate my blood, go through fire and water, and do not hesitate!

Please Your Majesty give me an accurate answer! "

Marcus said impassionedly, with a firm face and a sonorous voice.

It was almost a showdown, and he couldn't wait, he didn't want to wait until a year later for the promotion.

Milo's face was very calm, showing the calm demeanor of a big boss.

He put down his right leg which was resting on his left leg, then put his left leg on his right leg, and said lazily: "Very well, I have seen your determination, but this matter needs long-term planning and careful consideration, so as not to Mistakes and...

For the great cause of revival of the descendants of the saints, we must not act impulsively. We need to comprehensively observe the current situation, overcome all difficulties, and use the advantages of the geographical location to gradually expand...

We need to give priority to strengthening cooperation among various races, establish communication channels, and work together for mutual benefit and win-win results, especially the ghouls, who must play a leading role and comprehensively promote..."

Marcus: (˙ー˙), what the hell?
Chattering, chattering, Milo continued to speak without blushing, "To fight this local war well, we must first determine the following four points.

First, it is necessary to work hard and put an end to the situation that some holy descendants do not work hard and have a negative work attitude.

Second, we must fully carry forward the excellent style of the holy descendants who are not afraid of death, and inspire the lofty sense of honor in the hearts of the nobles of the holy blood.

Third, preparations for war must be implemented to...

Fourth, overall planning and consideration are required..."

Marcus: (;Д｀), what the hell are you talking about?
He just felt that his head was getting big, and he was in a fog, half understanding.

Prince Miro smiled slightly, he stood up, walked in front of Marcus, and handed a document on the table to him.

Miro said with a serious expression: "This is my carefully prepared united front document, which I just explained to you.

You must convey him down, so that every holy descendant in Pineapple Town can deeply understand the significance of this war. "

"I... I, that..."

Marcus opened his mouth slightly, his face was dull, he didn't understand what the other party said before.

Milo patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Facing the rise of the race, personal gains and losses are nothing, don't just think about yourself... In short, young Marcus, be patient, you are already very good.

Let me tell you, you may not know that you have the appearance of a monarch, and you are destined to lead the trend of the times in the future!

Alright, let's go down, and pay attention to implementing what I have told you. One month later, I will randomly select holy descendants for inspection in Pineapple Town. "

I have the posture of a monarch?

Marcus was very excited. He took the documents and walked out of the hall happily, even forgetting the purpose of this trip.

"It's the first time I realize that you can fool me so much."

After Marcus, who was so fooled that he couldn't find the north, left, Luke couldn't help laughing.

He was holding back just now, and he knew very well that what Milo said was nonsense.

Milo unhurriedly took out a white cloth, wiped the palm of the hand that had touched Marcus's shoulder before, and then threw the white cloth into the trash can beside him.

"Dirty my hands, wasting my handkerchief."

(End of this chapter)