After rebirth, one gold coin bought the Elf Princess

Look, the red-haired female general following behind your majesty's carriage is riding a big dragon.

People who cannot tell the difference between a unicorn and a one-horned white horse naturally cannot tell the difference between an earth dragon and a giant dragon.

Roland and Melanie were dressed in gorgeous costumes and waved to the crowd.

Faced with the loud cheers of the crowd, he smiled warmly and his eyes met with the people in the square.

Although Roland did not look at everyone, everyone present still felt that the great king was watching them.

Amid cheers, Roland got off the carriage and prepared to walk into the crowd.

Melanice nervously grasped his arm and shook her head slowly.

She didn't say anything, but her meaning was clear: the square was crowded with all kinds of people and it would be a safety hazard to enter the crowd.

In the face of Melanies' dissuasion, Roland laughed out loud, and his laughter even drowned out the cheers of the crowd.

"The people of Gracia will protect their king!"

The loud sound echoed over the square, causing the crowd to shout wildly "Long live!"

Roland strode into the crowd, and people automatically made way for him.

He stretched out his broad palms and high-fived and shook hands with the people standing in the first row.

The lucky person who was touched by Roland's hands trembled with excitement, and secretly swore in his heart that this was the great aura of His Majesty Roland, and he couldn't wash his hands for at least a week!

Not everyone liked watching Roland put on a show in front of the crowd.

There were indeed intelligence personnel from other countries among the crowd.

They were filled with hatred, but dared not act rashly.

Anthony is one of them.

He is an intelligence officer from the Frankish Empire, whose mission is to observe the Kingdom of Gracia closely and collect detailed first-hand information.

He was very disapproving of Roland's show.

Roland spoke beautifully, but under his gorgeous robe he was wearing a very rare giant rhino skin armor, and even secretly hung a mana shield.

Anthony has a mediocre appearance and weak strength, and is inconspicuous in the crowd, but he has one advantage: he has a pair of insightful eyes.

He can see through many hidden secrets of strong people below level six.

This characteristic is indeed very suitable for being an intelligence officer.

And he is the ace intelligence officer of the Frank Empire.

Although he didn't agree with Roland's show, he still carefully observed and collected information.

After a few days of observation, he had a preliminary understanding of Roland.

The paper strength is level five, the actual strength is level six.

He is not an ordinary sixth-level warrior, but a truly powerful warrior who can kill other sixth-level warriors alone.

And he has a very high reputation in the Kingdom of Gracia.

Anthony silently took note of this information, walked out of the crowded crowd, found a stall to sit down and eat some braised pork elbow.

Gracia’s cooking skills were indeed good, and he planned to enjoy it before returning home.

The Kingdom of France is too far away, and it would take at least a month to travel across the ocean back home. It’s a pity that I can’t bring some back for my family to taste.

Not long after he sat down, several law enforcement officers dressed in brocade clothes with ancient tree and long sword logos embroidered on their chests surrounded him from four directions.

The leading official looked at him with a forced smile and a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Sir, you just stared at His Majesty for a full fifteen seconds, and your expression changed four times. I suspect you have ill intentions towards His Majesty. Come with us."

Anthony sighed softly, put the braised pork elbow into his mouth and started to eat it with relish.

He knew the identities of these people.

The "hound" of the Inspectorate.

If they suspected you of having evil intentions, your life would probably be in danger and you would most likely have to endure all kinds of torture.

Anthony was well versed in torture, but had no interest in enjoying it.

He bit the poison pill in his back tooth socket and swallowed it along with the delicious food.

Poisoning food is a shameful act and he will pay for it with his life.

Seeing that Anthony continued to eat the pork elbow unmoved, the official from the Supervisory Office became a little angry. He waved his hand and signaled his law enforcement team to arrest him.

However, before the ferocious Inspectorate staff could pounce on him, Anthony had already fallen.

Black blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, but there was a smile on his cheek.

When intelligence personnel die in the field, although their achievements cannot be made public, their pensions will be doubled and their children will be rewarded above their level.

His death was worth it.

The Inspectorate official's face flushed red, and he angrily pinched Anthony's mouth open, looked at his tongue, and could only sigh helplessly.

Just as he was about to take his men to carry away Anthony's body, he saw a girl in a black bishop's robe sitting not far away, drinking bland ale leisurely.

The officer from the Supervisory Office recognized the girl's identity, came up to her quickly, and saluted her respectfully with a standard military salute.

"General Feilin! Gallagher, former captain of the 27th Regiment of the 9th Division, salutes you!"

The priestess turned and looked at him, as if she remembered something, and said with a smile: "Gallagher, you were very brave in the war, I remember."

"You are now promoted to the Supervisory Office? Congratulations. But you should change your title of general. I am now a black cardinal of the Divine Court."

"My Lord Bishop, you will always be our general!"

Gallagher smiled flatteringly, scratched his head embarrassedly and whispered:

"Your Excellency, we were trying to capture a spy, but this cunning guy committed suicide by taking poison. I have no way of reporting this to my superiors. Can you save me?"

Feilin glanced at Anthony lying on the ground and hesitated.

It’s not that she wants to draw a line between herself and the Kingdom of Gracia, but the resurrection technique cannot be used lightly.

Resurrection is the domain of God. Originally, the Dark Court only had Lord Black Cat and the Pope. Moreover, the dark resurrection technique has great hidden dangers. Those who are resurrected can only switch to dark training, and those who are not physically adapted will not live for more than a few years.

The source of her power for the resurrection technique is the World Tree of Resurrection, but it can be used a limited number of times and cannot be used lightly.

But Gallagher was someone she had personally taught, so she didn't want to make things difficult for her younger brother.

"Gallagher, the Inspectorate is not a good place. Come to the Divine Court to help me after you finish this matter. If you do your job well, I will recommend you to be a Dark Hall Warrior."

The Dark Hall Warriors are the core members of the Dark Court's armed forces, and their status is much higher than that of a mere mid-level official in the Supervisory Office. Gallagher almost agreed, but still shook his head helplessly.

"General, I am an official of the Kingdom of Gracia. I am only loyal to His Majesty Roland."

He hadn't finished his sentence yet. Needless to say, what would happen if one betrayed His Majesty Roland?

Feilin was stunned for a moment, and instantly understood what Gallagher was worried about. She smiled and comforted him, "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about it, leave it to me."

She came this time to represent the Dark Court as the bishop of the Gracia Diocese.

She has been promoted to black cardinal and is a true high-ranking figure within the Holy Court. As long as she accumulates enough prestige and strength, she will have the opportunity to succeed the Pope.

With her current power and status and the contributions she has made to Roland, Roland would not refuse even if she asked for tens of thousands of troops, let alone a few officials.

She came to the spy who had just died, restrained her smile, and her expression became serious. Thick green mist continued to flow out from her fingertips, wrapping up the corpse.

"Lost soul, come back!"

Feilin let out a light scold, cold sweat continued to seep out of her forehead, and the power of recovery continued to be output.

Her resurrection process looked much more painful than Wind Chimes' resurrection of the dwarf.

It’s not that her strength is inferior to Feng Ling’s, but her dark physique conflicts with the power of recovery, and the consumption of running energy is much greater.

After all, she was not an elf, and the reward given to her by the resurrecting ancient tree was based on merit, not favoritism.

Anthony was determined to die, and the poison he drank was an incurable toxicity, so it was naturally more difficult to resurrect him.

Fortunately, after the World Tree Defense War, she returned to the Divine Court to practice in seclusion, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds, and she has already reached the quasi-sixth-level level. Otherwise, she would have made a fool of herself.

With a muffled groan, Anthony, who was lying on the ground, trembled slightly and came back to life.

Feilin took the opportunity to turn around and wiped the sweat from her forehead with the wide sleeve of her robe, and her complexion quickly recovered.

Gallagher was very excited to see that Feilin had actually resurrected the spy who had committed suicide by taking poison. He ordered his men to restrain Anthony and search him carefully, while he stepped forward to thank Feilin.

Feilin didn't say much, just waved his hand and asked him to leave.

Before Gallagher left, Feilin specifically warned him, "Gallagher, this man is most likely sent by some powerful force. Just find out the truth, don't use torture."

"You should work for the Divine Court in the future and avoid getting involved in wronged souls."

Gallagher stood straight and saluted Feilin seriously, "Yes, General!"

He was somewhat dismissive of Feilin's concerns.

Torture is certainly an effective means of extracting confessions, but it is not the only method the Inspectorate has.

He had plenty of ways to pry open the prisoners' mouths.

Once you enter the Supervisory Office, you won’t be able to hide the fact that your mother has cheated on you with other men.

Feilin watched the Inspectorate staff leave and glanced at the dejected Anthony with an expressionless face.

Since you have chosen to be a spy, you should be prepared to die a miserable death.

Adults must be responsible for their own choices.

She stood up and walked towards the Dark Temple not far away, which would be her future place of retreat.

This time when she came to Gracia, she saw many changes. Thinking that this place was once a tragic battlefield, and that she had personally commanded this magnificent war, she always felt a sense of unreality.

The war allowed her to grow rapidly, and she was now only one step away from reaching the sixth level.

I just wonder how her old enemy Janice is doing now?

No matter how you think about it, I'm no match for her.

She has had countless adventures, experienced brutal wars, been infused by the Pope himself, guided by a black cat in her dreams, and instructed by the oracle of the goddess.

With so many opportunities, how can others compare?

Janice had once received such treatment, but she chose to withdraw from the Court of Light and became a secular lord.

Although Roland conferred double earldom on her, so what?

Even if she became a queen, it would only be a struggle in the secular world.

Feilin, I am about to embark on the path of becoming a strong person.

Thinking of her old enemy falling behind, she felt somewhat disappointed.

She whispered softly, "Agnese, where have you been?"

"Do you miss me that much?"

A clear voice with a hint of warmth came from behind.

Feilin's steps paused and her body froze.

The speaker was none other than Janice, whom she had been thinking about all the time.

Looking back, smiling, her manners were impeccable.

"Long time no see, Janice."

Volume 194: The City of Freedom: Chapter : Impossible, How Can a Saint Get Married!

"Long time no see, Feilin."

The girl who appeared behind the Dark Saint took off her cloak and smiled brightly.

Feilin stared at Janice and looked at her for a moment. She always felt that this former enemy was a little strange, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Of course she couldn't see.

Janice broke through the sixth level and also mastered the method of disguising the power of the abyss as the power of nothingness.

There was no longer a terrifying abyss in her eyes, but instead a deep void.

Although it is equally uncomfortable to look at it for too long, nothingness is at least a neutral force.