Knight's Guide to Anti-Wolf [Western Fantasy]

Although they were entrusted with the important task of defending world peace, the two guys had no intention of taking the initiative at all. The Grand Duke of Violet is full of malice. Although he can't protect the family because of the contract with Ophelia, he doesn't mind at all if it makes him suffer more.

As for Ansu, he hated the reputation of the uncle who killed his mother and drove him out of the house. If it wasn't for Mireia's face, he would have stabbed him in the face with a sword.

So the two guys are sitting on the turf by the lake discussing recent studies.

"I have learned the violet swordsmanship you taught me, and I almost need experience to successfully use it. But as far as I know, this swordsmanship is a precious skill in my family. How do you, an outsider, know?" Ansu was curious.

"Who is your outsider?" Miriam kneaded a piece of white thatch, "Ophelia kept saying that although she couldn't marry me, she would definitely give birth to a more beautiful daughter to compensate me. Otherwise, you think you Will a mother who dares to go to the battlefield even when she is 8 months pregnant give birth again and again?"

"So I paid for the phone bill?" Ansu was depressed.

"When your mother was pregnant with you, she specially invited the great astrologer from the Tower of Stars to make a prediction, and the astrologer swore that you were my future wife." Miriah glanced at Ansu, "After giving birth to you, you found It’s not a girl, your mother is still clamoring to stuff you back and have another one.”

"So that's the reason..."

"Don't talk about that, just continue to memorize what you learned today." Miriah flipped his hands and took out a stack of papyrus out of nowhere. "As the guardian appointed by your mother, I have the responsibility to prepare for your future."

"Isn't it a bit late to prepare now!" An Su quickly dodged the hand of the other party handing the paper.

Miriah flipped his wrist, and even the draft in his hand went around his resisting arm, and was about to insert it into his clothes: "It's not too late. I used to supervise your homework every day when you were in the monastery."

"It turns out that the perverted black robe who likes to check my grades is you!" An Su was furious, leaned back, and then grabbed the opponent's arms with both hands and pushed upwards, trying to distance himself.

"Do you dare to say that in school?" Milieya seemed to have regained the feeling of the past, and skillfully grabbed his collar with his right hand, and lifted him back to the original place, "I want to be locked in a small black room." Have you copied the three thousand chapters from the Temple?"

"Don't go too far, I'm also a person with a temper!"

"Then let me see." Miriah pressed the manuscript paper under his hand, "You..."

His voice suddenly stopped, and his gentle eyes were as sharp as a falcon, looking at the opposite shore of the lake.

The distance is too far, there is only a very vague figure, flashing past.

"What's the matter?" The other party's attention was diverted, but the strength of his hand did not loosen at all, which greatly discouraged An Su who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

"Someone is watching." Miriam said softly.

"Is it very strong?" Ansu asked curiously.

"Not strong." Mireya let go of her hand, "But—it's nothing, you continue to study."

An Su didn't make trouble with him, and just looked at his things quietly, not disturbing his meditation.

Millia stared at the direction where the figure disappeared, frowning slightly.

At the moment of being watched, a strong warning suddenly rose in his heart. It was a strong instinct, a perception of future crises.

This is not the first warning sign. The plague started several years ago, and until now, it has become stronger every time.

The matter of Ansu must be resolved as soon as possible, so that he can have enough energy to track down that matter.

Across the lake, there is no trace of green on the cold permafrost on the opposite side, the vegetation is decaying, and there is a smell of decay everywhere. Occasionally, one or two ghouls crawl out of the deep pit in the messy pit, and crawl in again in a daze.

A dark breath spread quietly.

The slender figure walked down from the front position of the lakeshore, the pitch-black cloak covered most of the body, only a strange mage robe was exposed on the chest, the burning and shining lines seemed to be the eyes of demons.

He walked unhurriedly into a crude passage underground.

This place is not like the Burial Ground, where there are countless tall and cold forests that block the sunlight during the day, so they simply use the underground as a resting territory.

The mucus secreted by the huge rotting maggots can temporarily solidify the seepage soil, and the problem of ventilation has never been a problem for the undead to worry about. Ghouls and skeletons never get tired. As long as they are given enough corpses and dark energy, they will Can work and fight endlessly.

A hall more than ten meters wide has been dug out of the ground.Although the zenith is uneven, it seems that no undead will care about them.

Several frozen chairs stood in the center of the hall, and the burning phosphorous fire jumped around, flickering the shadows of the people in the hall, but now, the chairs were almost full of people.

The slender figure gracefully walked to the only vacant seat and sat down.

The Boneyard is the coldest place in the northernmost part of the mainland. Almost all the dark forces suppressed by the Holy See gather here. Therefore, their system is not unified, but a joint meeting of seven kings, and the Dark Lord is the most powerful among them. A mighty one.

"I'm late." There was not much etiquette among the dead. The slender figure lifted off the cloak and hood, revealing a pale and handsome face, like a white rose under the night.

"Sever, report the current military situation when you come." The first black armored knight said calmly.

"Okay, after we threw the plague-infected corpses into the city, the plague spread very quickly. From November to now, twelve towns and three medium-sized cities in the Southwest Province have collapsed, and they are continuing to expand." Sever's voice had the hoarseness unique to the dead, but it also had a strange sense of charm, "At present, the grassland people and mountain people have begun to capture cities farther away, but I can't see their role."

"The fort that the Duke of Violet built with steel and boulders in the tidal flats has been captured by us with ghouls from the ground. Their only contribution other than burning, killing and looting is to capture the Duke's son." Someone sneered.

"You can't say that." Sifer straightened the hood of the cloak hanging over his ears, "Because of them, almost all the occupied areas of the plague are under our control. I don't understand except for Miriah's ability. Why aren't you attacking?"

"I am not his opponent." The Dark Lord easily admitted the fact that his skills are inferior to others. "In other words, there is no one in the entire Tanis Continent who is his opponent."

The Tanis Empire used to be a great empire that ruled the mainland for thousands of years. Although it was finally split by uprisings from various places, and its size was less than half of what it was then, the tradition of using the name of the empire as the name of the mainland has been preserved.

"Human beings have weaknesses." Sever stretched out his hand, playing with a green and clear stone, "Didn't His Majesty say that his contract back then was to protect the members of the Violet family?"

"That's not any magical contract, but a promise of favor." Kane said calmly, "He will not endanger his life for anyone other than Ansu. So our strategy is to let him be controlled by me, and you will lead The rest of the troops bypassed Mingjing Lake to the east, took the provincial capital, and took Qingfeng Harbor to the south. As long as these two positions are captured and the two major passes of land and water are controlled, there will be no survivors in the entire southwest province. People can go out."

"Then we can rely on this place and sweep across the entire continent." Sifle recalled the terrain, "But both grassland people and mountain people are afraid of the plague, even if you bring back Pangaea medicinal herbs from overseas, not everyone will It can be shared."

"If they don't listen, they will kill together."

"Yes."

"As long as he wins the fiefdom of the Violet family, he will lose this round."

The cold wind was howling in winter, Ansu and Miriam were sitting by the fire, sprinkling fine salt on several palm-sized small fish.

"This kind of small whitebait is a specialty of Mingjing Lake. It has no thorns and is very fresh when baked. It was your mother's favorite food back then..." Milieya said while roasting.

"Can you stop talking about my mother!" An Su was a little annoyed.

"..." Miriam froze for a moment, then said softly, "Sorry, I thought you would really want to know about her."

"Why do you think so?" An Su lowered his head.

"Because you always called your mother when you fell asleep. I slept on your roof for a while, and I couldn't sleep because of the noise." Miriah smiled slightly.

"Is that so? Then do you have a little..." An Su paused suddenly.

"What?" Miriam looked at him.

Do you care about me a little bit, not because of my mother?This sentence, An Su himself felt that it was hypocritical.

"It's nothing, don't be too nice to me, I don't want to rely on you." Ansu picked up a small whitebait, and after a while, he couldn't help asking, "Have you ever liked anyone?"

"There are many people who like it."

"What about love?"

"No." Miriah smiled, "A person like me cannot fall in love with anyone."

"No way, do you still want to keep your chastity for the God of Light?" An Su turned pale with shock.

"Boom!"

Miriah knocked hard on the head, and said angrily: "There is a group of saintesses in the church, it's not my turn!"

"It hurts..." An Su touched a big bag and almost burst into tears.

"Who taught you this?" Miriam ran through Ansu's teacher in his mind, and decided to investigate thoroughly when he went back.

Suddenly, a puff of black smoke sprang up in the distance, Miriah frowned slightly, and warned, "Don't run around here."

Ansu sighed, suppressing the little excitement in his heart, while handling the fish in his hand, he gently massaged the bump on his head.

"Rub this on your head to reduce swelling," said a voice suddenly.

The hairs on Ansu's back stood on end, he didn't feel the slightest when he was so close.

Turning his head suddenly, he found a man sitting by the fire at some time, with a pale and stern appearance, but he was not malicious in his black eyes, and he was carefully holding a small white box in his hand, keeping his hand over gesture.

"Who are you?" Ansu didn't take it, but looked towards Miriah.

"I'm his friend," he walked away after seeing me coming, the man added in his heart, and then became a little angry, "He shot too hard."

"None of your business." Ansu was instantly upset, and of course he didn't take the box.

"..." His eyes were a little hurt.

Ansu felt a little guilty for some reason, after thinking about it, he still took it.

He got closer: "How have you been doing these years?"

"Fortunately."

"Is it filling?"

"Fortunately."

"Is life going well?"

"Fortunately."

"Are you homesick?"

"Fortunately."

"..." He stopped talking.

An Su lowered his head and took a bite of the fish, wondering who it was, but when he looked up again, there was no one in sight.

"Why did you leave so quickly?" Miriah came over quickly.

"I don't know." An Su replied biting the fish's tail, "but I feel like he has some mental problems."

Mireia looked at the shadow in the corner regretfully, and said, "Oh."