After the Full Level of the Profession

The two of them walked through the long street without saying a few words.

When I didn’t meet, the queen thought that there were countless things to say when meeting Robb, but now walking side by side, Miss Queen, who is usually able to speak, found that she was a bit poor, and she couldn’t find anything to say. On the topic, she didn't know that most netizens all over the world would meet this way, and only a few of them could get out of this vicious circle.

She actually complained about herself in her heart: aren't you able to talk very often? Why are you dumb when you see this man?

As a result, Robb found the topic first: "What happened to the east war?"

"Stuck!" The queen sighed: "Although it occupied the righteous name, it was like a broken bamboo at first, but it turned into a war of attrition in the end."

"Really? I guessed it." Robb said, "War, after all, it is national power. No small means are as important as national power. I think back then, when a certain army attacked a certain port, it was so prestigious at first. It seemed like it was going to win, but after the opponent reacted, the shipyards on the west coast started construction together, and the battleship aircraft carrier was thrown into the Pacific like dumplings. In a blink of an eye, the overall situation was reversed, and a certain army could only lose in hatred."

The queen wondered: "What kind of country or war are you alluding to? I have all the war history in my head, but none of them are right."

"Ah, I didn't insinuate anything." Robb said: "Just talking nonsense."

The queen squinted, trying to complain, but let it go.

While they were talking, the two walked to a small high platform in the city. From here, you could overlook the streetscape of half the road to the light. Robb saw from a distance what ceremony seemed to be going on in the dark chapel. Countless priests and nuns were dressed in black. The robe was carrying something that looked like a coffin towards the cemetery.

"What's wrong with that?" Robb asked.

The queen said indifferently: "More than a month ago, the archbishop of the Dark Chapel was conspired by the assassins sent by the Holy See of Light. They put the body in the coffin and reported to the pope to see if the pope was willing to resurrect the archbishop. The messenger came and went. Yes, one month is gone. I didn’t get the news until a few days ago. The pope said that the archbishop is very old and will not live for a few years after he is resurrected. Moreover, this guy’s fighting power seems to be average, so the pope won’t fight him. My body is losing my magic power, and I don’t even bother to reincarnate the dead. Therefore, the bishops and nuns are planning to bury the archbishop and then wait for the archbishop appointed by the Holy See."

More than a month ago? Robb immediately remembered that when he called on a certain day, he felt the murderous intent from Miss Queen, and that day Miss Queen also hinted that he wanted to beware of someone plotting against him.

Robb asked in a low voice, "Did you kill it?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" The queen said expressionlessly, "As a psychic wizard of the Dark Church and a loyal servant of the Dark God, how can I kill the Archbishop? I am sending a large number of spies to catch assassins."

"It seems that this assassin can't be caught." Robb said in a meaningful tone: "I just want to ask, did the archbishop die because he wanted to deal with me?"

The queen was still expressionless: "I don't know such a thing, God knows why he was killed."

"Okay." Robb said: "My new light vatican in Westwind Town has already aroused the jealousy of the dark vatican."

Queen: "Don't try, because temptation is useless, I really don't know anything."

"Well, well, you don't know anything, so I don't even want to ask anything." Robb whispered, "Thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Nothing, just thank you for playing!"

After speaking, Robb added: "Don't worry, no one can assassinate me, even if I'm not wary of it."

"Where did this strange confidence come from?" The queen whispered: "I heard that you were stabbed dozens of times by a female assassin in the desert kingdom in your sleep, without injury. This is actually even me. I don't believe it either. After all, intelligence is often unreliable. I still have to confirm things with my own eyes to fully believe it. If I have a chance, I would really like to try it myself."

"Want to try? Give you a chance." Robb said with a smirk: "Let's spend time together tonight, so that you have a chance to stab me with countless knives and even a few bone spears all night long. ."

"Go to death." The queen said grumpily: "There is a queen in front of you. Please pay attention to the way you speak, and don't lose your value like the ruffian."

Robb spread his hands: "Okay, okay! You are right."

The two of them continued to move forward. Not far in front is the Elizabeth Film City. This is a newly built large-scale building. When Robb was aliased as Robert Smith to learn magic props production on the Bright Road, this thing was not there yet. So this new landscape gave him a little interest.

When I walked to the movie city, I saw three huge propaganda posters posted at the door, one of which was "Lord of the Rings". The pictures and lines above Robb could memorize back and forth, so I didn't want to watch them, so I just ignored them.

The second one is the new film "I'm Waiting for You" by the Elf Elder, with the slogan: At the age of 180, she sent him out of the village and went on adventures. At the age of 980, he still hadn't returned, and he was gray-haired. She is still waiting...

Robb said "Hey": "When did the Elder Elf take a picture of this stuff?"

The queen murmured: "Don't you even know what movies are showing in your movie city?"

Robb spread his hands: "You know that I rarely leave my chair. By the way, is this film good-looking?"

"It looks good." The queen said leisurely: "It's very touching, love is really a beautiful thing."

Robb turned his attention to the third propaganda poster, and saw that this was actually the Queen’s new film "Avengers". The advertising slogan was like this: Although abandoned by the world, she did not give up and let the road of despair open. A flower full of hope...

Robb flattened his mouth: "It's your own story again? How about the box office?"

The muscles on the queen's face twitched at a rapid speed, and stiffly replied: "The box office is on the street."

Robb: "..."

The queen said: "It's very strange. I didn't have any awkward conversations this time. The whole film was played from beginning to end, and the battle never stopped. Why the audience still don't like it? These audience masters are too picky, right?"

Robb said unhappily: "You have to slow down in time. There must be a certain amount of dialogue and foreshadowing to support the characterization and plot interpretation. You keep playing, and the audience is watching. A good story has peaks and valleys. , There must be ups and downs, you fight from start to finish, and the battle never stops, that is, always on the top of the mountain, there is no valley. In this case, what is the difference in peace?"