Unspeakable bubbles

At the little girl's command, Robin led a group of skeleton warriors to charge forward.

It had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and the woman's pretentious words made it want to vomit.

Robin just wanted to swing his knife and cut the woman off her horse, but with a "thud," his knife was blocked.

A lean man, holding a spear in his left hand and a shield in his right, struggled to block Robin's attack.

Swish swish!

Robin's attacks became increasingly cunning with each strike, but the man, despite his struggle, refused to back down an inch.

Not only Robin, but all the other skeleton warriors who rushed forward were stopped.

Upon seeing this, the Marquis's wife smiled slightly.

These skeletons were indeed formidable; even the powerful warriors that the king had urgently dispatched, capable of taking on ten men each, were at a disadvantage.

Fortunately, they weren't too powerful.

The sheer number of these skeletons was a major weakness; with two thousand soldiers gathered and his father's support, they were more than capable of annihilating them in one fell swoop.

"Move the reserve forces, adopt Plan B!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the little girl screamed and ran back to the Marquis's mansion.

More than a hundred more skeleton warriors rushed out of the Marquis's mansion and charged toward the Marquis's wife.

"The quantity is incorrect!"

The Marquise was taken aback; she was quite certain there hadn't been so many skeleton warriors that night.

A mere hundred or so skeleton warriors could not change the overall situation, but the implied meaning behind them sent chills down her spine.

'Could it be that the number of these monsters can continue to increase?'

The Marquise frowned and stepped back, a sudden chill running down her spine.

"Huh, it's raining?"

She touched her face and realized it felt wrong.

'What's that sticky stuff?'

Bringing my hand close to my eyes, I realized it wasn't rainwater at all, but a thick, purple liquid.

A bad feeling suddenly arose in her heart, because her husband used to like tinkering with strange and unusual inventions.

I remember one summer when it was extremely hot, I begged Carmen to come up with a solution.

As a result, he actually invented a 'raining device' that could artificially induce rain by filling the machine with water.

But this time, it's definitely not artificial rain!

The Marquis suddenly felt nauseous. She opened her mouth and immediately spat out a mouthful of hot blood.

She swayed and quickly fell off the horse.

The soldiers who were doused with the purple liquid experienced varying degrees of symptoms; a small number of those in better physical condition only experienced dizziness and weakness in their limbs.

Those with weaker physical constitutions, like the Marquis de la Marquis, collapsed and coughed up blood.

The skeleton warriors immediately turned the tide, charging in with their swords as if they were in an empty field.

Having lost their leader and constantly being drenched in a terrible liquid, the soldiers in the distance lost their morale and turned to run.

The area in front of the Marquis's mansion was littered with corpses, and as purple liquid dripped down, the corpses underwent a bizarre transformation.

The flesh and blood gradually melted away like snow, leaving only a haphazard skeleton in the end.

The skeletons quickly stood up, swaying slightly. They looked around blankly, as if they had no idea what was happening.

'So many more compatriots have arrived!'

When Robin returned, she saw the dull-looking skeletons and nodded with satisfaction.

After several days of experiments, it was discovered that even recently deceased corpses can be transformed.

It's a shame they can't retain the same level of intelligence, but that's okay. With a little training, these guys can become a formidable force again.

"Have all the bad guys run away?" The little girl ran out of the Marquis's mansion and asked Robin, who was covered in blood.

Robin nodded, then crouched down and drew a small circle on the ground.

Bubble walked over to it and looked at it carefully.

Robin then drew a large circle next to the small one, and inside the large circle, he simply drew a demon head with horns on its head.

"There are more bad guys?"

"They have a lot of people, and they're very powerful?"

"What should I do?"

Robin used a combination of drawings and gestures to get Bubble to understand their current situation, which took quite a while.

The little girl felt that this was really not a good place, as strange bad guys always seemed to come out.

She sat on the steps, thinking and thinking, so anxious that she couldn't even think about sleeping.

Finally, as dawn broke, the little girl came up with an idea.

"Bubble can't think of a solution. Let's ask someone else for help."

Robin was confused and asked for help. But who could she turn to for help at a time like this?

With the princess of the kingdom dead on the spot and two thousand soldiers annihilated, the Kingdom of Brad will inevitably do everything in its power to suppress them.

At this point, who would still be willing to help them?

"Although there are many bad guys here, there must also be kind people," Bubble said optimistically.

She went to the study, found a piece of white paper, and wrote a line on it: "Many bad people want to bully Bubble. Bubble needs help. Kind uncles and aunts, please help us think of a solution."

Bubble stuck the white paper to the entrance of the Marquis's mansion. After doing this, the little girl yawned.

"Bubble is too sleepy, it's time to go to sleep."

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“My dear, I must say, you, who are usually so wise, have done something foolish this time!”

Gone was the harmony of the past; at the dinner table, the Marquis was unleashing a furious tirade against her husband.

"Those monsters, those ghostly things, how could you let them appear in broad daylight? Now look what's happened, the whole territory is in a state of panic!"

"What on earth are you thinking?!"

Andy remained silent with a sullen face. Although he had anticipated that everyone would be very resistant to the undead warriors, he never expected it to be this intense!

No matter how eloquently he speaks of a noble warrior who sacrificed himself for the sake of the people, or of having no other choice but to do so for the safety of the territory, it's all useless.

All people saw was a group of terrifying skeletons; all they knew was that the Marquis of Carmen had created a batch of monsters!

The Marchioness was still rambling on and on, but Andy didn't hear a word she said.

The people of the territory feared and loathed the undead warriors, but what about the undead warriors? Seeing those they so desperately wanted to protect behave this way, did they have no thoughts whatsoever?

Yesterday everything was fine; I was a respected lord with a harmonious family and a reputation for wisdom that spread far and wide.

But now? Anxin sighed.

He had noticed that the way people looked at him had changed, as if he wasn't a normal person, but rather, some evil and insane monster.

'You don't know what's good for you! You don't know what's good for you!'

Andy felt a tightness in his chest, and he suddenly stood up, startling the Marquis.

"I'm going out for a walk, I won't eat!"

Section 153, Chapter 152: Strong Reinforcements

Andy wandered aimlessly around the Marquis's mansion, his steps slow and his mind preoccupied.

Now that we've taken this step, we have to see it through to the end.

To really listen to that woman and publicly execute the undead warriors? That would be suicide.

"Long hair, short wits," Andy couldn't help but mutter.

Perhaps from the Marquise's perspective, making this suggestion is quite reasonable.

But Andy didn't see it that way; he just felt that the woman had ill intentions.

Ultimately, it was because Andy was too deeply influenced by the journal.

One thing recorded in the journal made Andy wary of this woman from the very beginning.

That happened after Marquis Carmen's undead legion repelled the Black Tide. At that time, the kingdom's greatest threat had disappeared, and Marquis Carmen himself had become a hidden danger that could not be ignored.

The Undead Legion is incredibly powerful, capable of even dealing with the Black Tide, which the kingdom was helpless against.

What if, what if the Marquis has ulterior motives and wants to advance further?

The existence of the Undead Legion has kept the entire royal family on edge, and Marquis Carmen's wife, as a royal princess, is in a very awkward position.

Although the Marquis loved his wife as always, ...

'Hmph, a woman destined to betray; don't listen to a word she says!'

As Andy walked through the garden, he inadvertently saw a gardener pruning the branches.

This was supposed to be an ordinary thing, but Andy stopped in his tracks.

He sized up the somewhat unfamiliar old man, whose white hair was neatly combed, and who was dressed in fine clothes and wore a pair of oval gold-rimmed glasses.

Andy became suspicious. How could a gardener dress like that?

Putting aside his clothes and appearance, this old gardener is far too arrogant.

Even though it had clearly noticed that its owner had been standing there watching it for a long time, it was still leisurely pruning the leaves.

Andy waited a while, observing the servants coming and going.

Everyone seemed to know the 'old gardener' very well, and there was nothing unusual about him.