Something's wrong with my undead

Chapter 359 Dragon Island
In the manor outside Saint-Sittin.

Siara sat quietly in the study, holding a volume of "Tayaga's Three Thousand Years" in her hand and reading it carefully.

Suddenly, she turned her head and looked out the window.

A small, dark floating city landed in front of the manor's gate, and the originally unruly guards knelt on the ground in fear.

"It seems like you haven't seen this floating city before?"

Siara thought to herself.

A red carpet was spread out of thin air below the floating city, which looked like a long scarlet tongue spit out by a monster.

Immediately, a petite figure walked out on the red carpet.

Seeing the other party, Siara's face, which was originally frowning slightly, changed instantly.

Chief Priest Nikes?
She had never seen this adult before, but she could recognize the silver chain around his waist.

In her imagination - or rather, in the poetry club's plans - she could not yet come into contact with this big shot.

Therefore, when the two stood together, there was a strong visual impact.

Siara also saw Nikes turning her head and glaring at the woman, as if to blame her.

This book is a bit funny, but Siara can’t laugh at all.

The woman next to her was terrifyingly tall. Wearing a pair of high heels, she looked nearly two meters tall.

The other attendants wear sub-chains imitated from it.

After all, the other party is very likely to discover her identity...

That is the true chain of forgiveness, the so-called main chain.

Who is this? ? ?

To be precise, it suddenly shrank and finally turned into a person!

For a moment, Siara even considered whether to write something to Heine quickly...

When the three people met in the living room, they all looked at each other with curious eyes.

...

But because of the unfortunate height of the chief priest, the chain almost dragged on the ground...

Nikes looked like she was less than 1.6 meters tall, and she looked like a girl.

A tall woman with black horns.

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The book in Siara’s hand fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the floating city at the door disappeared.

And the latter actually reached out and rubbed the former's head...

She was wearing a long black dress and fishnet stockings on her legs, falling from the air, walking side by side with Nikes.

But now this is obviously directed at himself.

It's quite rude to stare at someone like this, especially if the other person is the chief priest of the temple.

So Siara was just stunned normally and then bowed and saluted.

"Chief Sir."

"From today on, I am no longer your chief."

Her voice was also like that of a girl, clear and melodious, without the domineering and solemn tone that a chief should have.

But what he said could scare someone to death.

Siara was stunned: “What?”

"Don't ask questions knowingly. You and your mentor Catherine are not our people from the first day you became servants."

Nikes's understatement of the showdown made Siara break into a cold sweat.

She couldn't help but her pupils were shaking, but she quickly came to her senses and lowered her head slightly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to deceive you and the temple. I opened my heart, but the shadow didn't accept me."

There is no need to lie in front of the chief.

Now that he has been discovered, luckily he can save some face for himself.

"That's a textbook answer." Nikes snorted arrogantly, sat down on a chair, and raised her chin at the tall woman.

"Buzina, tell your own people."

own people?
Siara looked at the woman who had transformed from the floating city, and for a moment she didn't understand what this sentence meant.

But she did know the other party.

It is said that after the dragon transforms into a human form, it will retain some characteristics, such as its tail and horns.

So, this is a humanoid dragon?
What happened... why are the dragons here?

The woman called Buzina nodded slightly and said to Siara: "You may not understand many things, but you should know this, right?"

She raised one hand, and a ball of white light appeared in her palm.

Siara's perception seemed to be blown by a gentle breeze, and a peace that could not be felt outside McCalla came from above.

She couldn't help blurting out: "You are..."

"Yes, I am from the poetry club."

Buzina nodded and said: "Strictly speaking, the poetry club was established by us, so you are one of our own."

Saiweng Poetry Society......

Was it built by a dragon?

Siara felt absurd at first, and then felt that it was reasonable.

Yes, perhaps only the legendary dragon can do this great job and establish a secret organization that unites many races.

They were a group of observers, but they didn't need to monitor McCalla all the time.

Every poetry club member has been told:

The spirits separate the world, they are like rocks and oceans.

And every vibration related to Yuan Ling will be stored in the slow waves in the form of ripples, forming a barrier.

If time is stretched to infinite length, then the undulating mountains can also be seen as waves of the earth.

Geographers observe geology in this way, and they observe Yuanling in this way.

Buzina gave the other party some time to digest the information, and then explained:

"We observed some changes in McCalla, so we collected information recently disclosed by various countries, and found that the turmoil related to Northland was the most exaggerated and concentrated, so we guessed that it was related to McCalla."

"Intelligence related to McCalla?" Siara gradually gained an idea. She looked at Nikes: "Is it related to Ansong Jitiler?"

"You don't want me to be the chief? You guys are really going too far!"

Nikes twitched her lips, but nodded.

"Yes, Ansong died in McCalla not long ago. As soon as his front leg died and the temple had not received the news, Roman, the old man of the Gitil family, rushed into Ansong's manor in Saint-Sitin and turned over his meditation room. He came to me with a bunch of evidence, saying that Ansong had made unknown modifications to his meditation room in order to isolate the death energy and all fluctuations related to the necromancer. He was very likely It is a traitor placed among us by false gods, and he demands justice from me.”

Nikes' tone was full of self-deprecation.

"He also said that he wants me to conduct a thorough investigation on every Jitile to prevent any fish from slipping through the net... What do you think of the temple having such loyal family support?"

She asked.

Siara responded silently.

The severity of the matter was beyond her imagination.

"Don't be so nervous. After all, I still have something to ask of you."

Nikes said in a brisk tone: "Actually, this is also a test, and now the result is out - there is no news from the people sent out, and the female dragon came to the door in person again. I knew that something happened in McCalla that we were unable to do. Noticed changes.

“Of course, my original intention was to go to McCalla and see what was going on in person after a round of testing.

“But Buzina stopped me and said I was breaking the rules by doing this.

“In the end we came to a conclusion about this matter – although the process was not very pleasant.

"I promised Buzina that I would release you as a sign of 'sincerity' to be used in negotiations with McCalla.

“But don’t worry, this is not coercion, it is a deal between me and Long Island, or a deal with the Poetry Society, and has nothing to do with McCalla.

“All you have to do is serve as the envoy of Dragon Island and the Poetry Society, employed by the temple, and come forward to conduct friendly negotiations with the lords of McCalla.

"So you understand?"

(End of this chapter)