Demon Royal Family

Ivo was sure that he had never seen the cross-scarred man in the Cold Valley tribe. For a moment, he thought about many things in his mind.

Another tribe of Mimics mentioned by the village chief, the secret of Sandhitti, and why they followed him...with malicious intent or good intentions?

Ivo looked at the man with the cross scar and asked tentatively: "Who are you?"

The man with the cross scar crossed his arms and calmed down his momentum, "Don't worry, we are of the same race. Mimics never harm the same kind."

"What do you call it?"

"You can call me...Black Lion."

Ivo could tell that the man with the cross scar was unwilling to say his real name, so he nodded, "I am..."

"I know who you are, Ivo Harricon, a young man from the Cold Valley tribe." Black Lion said calmly.

Ivo was shocked, "You know Hangu?!"

"Why can't I know?" Black Lion asked back.

"But... we know nothing about your tribe." Ivo identified the Black Lion as a member of another Mimic tribe.

"We have been keeping an eye on you quietly, but it's a pity that you chose to live in seclusion and evade your mission."

Ivo touched his nose, "Then why are you following me?"

There was a hint of complexity in Black Lion's eyes, "Every newborn is the hope of the Mimic. It is the responsibility of all Mimics to protect their descendants. You have an outstanding talent. The tribe sent me to protect you and contact you. I brought you Come on a mission.”

"What do you want from me?" Ivo said in a strange tone.

Black Lion said seriously: "I sincerely invite you to participate in the Mimic's supreme mission, to take revenge on the world, subvert all races, and make the world regret everything it has done to us."

Ivo's mouth twitched: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"War with the world!"

After swallowing, Ivo smiled and said, "This..."

Black Lion said solemnly: "You have already been exposed to our plan."

Ivo's heart moved and he took out the brass disc, "You mean Sandhitti?"

Black Lion nodded: "We have stored materials collected over the past hundreds of years in ruins in every corner of the world. These are our war reserves. The keys to the secret locks are always the blood of the Mimics. The Mimics Ding Xishao, we need a lot of manpower and power to help us subvert the whole world. The more thorough the preparations, the better. Waiting for the right time, we will set off the flames of war and burn the world."

The corners of Ivo's mouth twitched. The Mimics of the other tribe were all fanatical war maniacs. Ivo was under great pressure and coughed: "Thank you for the invitation. This kind of thing... I need to think about it."

Are you kidding me? Just saying a few words and trying to get me to join your gang, pretending that I haven't fooled anyone before?

It’s better to wait until you grow up to think about such a big thing as starting a war on the world.

Seeing Ivo's refusal, Black Lion shrugged regretfully and did not continue the topic.

Ivo thought for a while and asked: "Which high-level being are you trading life force with?"

Black Lion raised his eyebrows: "We don't need to satisfy those greedy bosses. We have enough resources to make top-notch potions to restore the vitality of newborns. One bottle only costs about 100 million Benas."

Ivo almost spit out his tongue. He asked tentatively: "I would like to ask, how many treasure troves like Sandhiti do you have?"

Black Lion frowned and thought for a moment, "A few dozen."

Really rich!

The things in Sandhitti are priceless. There are dozens of such treasures. What has their tribe done in the past few hundred years? Ransacked the church?

"Where exactly is your tribe? Is it in Frigga?"

Black Lion shook his head, "I can't tell you, it's a secret."

"All right."

Shrugging, Ivo looked at the night and asked, "What are your plans now? I don't have what you want here, do you want to leave?"

But Black Lion shook his head: "I will continue to protect you in secret."

"Why?" Ivo looked surprised. He rejected their invitation, and the Black Lion still wanted to stay to protect him? It doesn't feel like common sense.

The Black Lion seemed to see through Ivo's thoughts and said slowly: "You are involved in the war. Your youth is your biggest constraint. Many powerful enemies can threaten your life. The situation is very dangerous. The tribe will not stand idly by. Remember, The clan will always be your backer at all times.”

These words sounded a bit touching. Ivo exhaled and nodded heavily.

"I will watch you in the dark until the end of this war." The Black Lion looked at Ivo, seemingly hesitant to speak, and finally just patted Ivo on the shoulder, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Ivo scratched his head. He always felt that the way the Black Lion looked at him was unusually kind. He was frightened, maybe he was attracted to him.

Ivo shuddered and left the place quickly. There was still a mess waiting for him to clean up in Liema Town. He exposed his heretic identity and had a general solution plan for what would happen next, but he was not completely sure. .

The archbishop's arrival was sudden, and he took a risk by revealing his identity, which needs to be taken seriously.

The reason why he dared to reveal his identity was that the Holy See evacuated Frigga, which gave him a lot of buffer time.

In the distant night, Black Lion silently watched Ivo leave and murmured to himself. A gust of cold wind blew by, and the words were scattered in the wind, leaving only two vague words.

"……younger brother……"

…

An atmosphere of silence enveloped Liema Town. The destroyed houses were being repaired. The townspeople looked in the direction of the lord's longhouse in silence.

After Ivo returned, he stayed in the house and refused to see anyone. Nafi knocked on the door for ten minutes but got no response.

Everyone in the town has lost sleep tonight.

Anxiety and worry filled their hearts.

What would the lord do? What is the future of Liema Town? Everyone is worried about these two issues.

For those refugees, they were unwilling to lose a safe haven, but they were panicked by Ivo's heretical status.

The idea that the church has instilled in the people for many years is that heretics are evil. In the mouths of bards, heretics are evil spirits who eat babies alive. In the paintings of artists, heretics are deformed monsters. In the music of musicians, heretics are It's a weird and eerie tune.

Heresy equals evil.

Evil is the enemy of order.

The world is the carrier of order.

So heretics are the enemies of the world.

A long night passed, and early the next morning, an order was spread throughout the town, requiring all citizens to gather in the square.

After breakfast time, the square was crowded with people, bustling and moving.

On the high platform of the square, Ivo's figure appeared with a heavy look on his face.

Everyone's expressions became serious.

Ivo looked around, scanning the faces with different expressions, and said slowly: "Something happened last night, and I will tell you the truth."

The townspeople's breath froze and they stared at Ivo, waiting for his explanation. The awe of the lord in their hearts remained unchanged. Even if Ivo overturned what he said last night and said that he was not a heretic, they were willing to believe it.

Nafei clutched her sleeves tightly and bit her lips.

"I...was a real heretic."

There was an uproar.

"Damn heretic! You should be tied to the cross and accept God's judgment!"

There was a sudden roar from the crowd, and an old refugee took off his boots and threw them at Ivo.

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