The Crystal Palace Plan of the Sinner Lord

"Haha, damn devil, do you think I will believe you?" The old man sneered at Caesar's words.

Caesar was not angry. He smiled and said, "Crossbows are not suitable for attacking cities, but only for defending them. I need your help in making as many crossbows as possible. I will let my demons help you with any materials you need. If you are worried, you can fix the crossbows on the city wall and lock the key structure with your fixed structure. In this way, I cannot remove the crossbows."

The old man lowered his head and remained silent.

Caesar shook his head and gave a look to Broken Tooth beside him.

Broken Tooth left, and soon came back to the crowd carrying a crying boy.

"Although you hid it very well, someone still saw you favoring this little beggar from Black Stone Village. You were secretly teaching him how to forge iron."

Caesar pushed aside the boy's palm and saw that it was covered with calluses that only a craftsman would have.

But compared to the old man’s hands, the boy’s hands still looked very tender. The calluses were just formed and you could still vaguely see the blood color.

"You, how did you..."

When he saw the young man being brought to him, the old man immediately became uneasy and his eyes flickered.

"The truth will come to light sooner or later. There must be many people in Blackrock Village who want to learn your craft." Caesar said calmly, "So naturally many people will secretly pay attention to your every move. A beggar getting the opportunity to learn a craft will only bring anger and jealousy."

The old man's dry lips trembled twice, and a trace of anger and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

His eyes moved back and forth between the boy and Caesar, and finally he lowered his head and sighed:

"Okay, I get it. I will help you make the crossbow, but as you said, I will fix it on the city wall. I will never allow the weapons I make to fall on humans. Even if you kill my apprentice, I will not surrender!"

Caesar nodded with satisfaction.

He knew this was the old man's final bottom line.

"I agree to your request, but you also have to agree to one of my requests."

In the old man's confused eyes, Caesar said slowly:

"When making the ballista, let the demons under my command and your apprentice learn together."

Chapter 158: The Knights of the Guard

The old man agreed to Caesar's request without much thought.

This is not a requirement at all, the apprentice is supposed to be taught.

As for those monsters, it's funny, right? Let a group of goblins or trolls learn such sophisticated weapon manufacturing?

This demon clan is really whimsical.

The IQ of goblins is worrying. Although trolls and lion demons are quite intelligent, their bodies are too large to do delicate work.

Anyway, the old blacksmith looked down on these demons and was not worried at all that his skills would be learned by them.

There is a matching blacksmith shop in the Red Castle. Originally, Quinhagen and Ted's father had a group of demon craftsmen, but obviously these craftsmen have now turned to ashes in the family struggle. Now it saves Caesar the trouble of rebuilding the workshop. The old blacksmith can start making ballistas directly with his apprentice and a group of goblins who are learning technology, and the necessary materials will be transported by the jungle trolls and lion demons.

There is still a lot of refined iron ore and wood in the warehouse of the Mad Blood Family.

In addition, Caesar also seized part of the spoils from the town of Bonnaroo.

There are enough materials, and now it depends on how fast this old craftsman can make the crossbow.

"Master, I don't understand why you sent a group of goblins to learn skills from the old blacksmith. You should know that these goblins can't learn. Although they look like goblins, they are two different creatures after all." Outside the blacksmith shop, Ted couldn't help but ask the question in his heart.

In his opinion, the wise and brave Caesar would not make such a low-level mistake and issue such a seemingly stupid order.

"Of course the goblins can't learn it, and I don't intend to let them learn it." Caesar said calmly: "As for why the goblins were allowed to go, it was to lower the old craftsman's vigilance."

Lower your guard?

Ted couldn't understand why the old craftsman should lower his guard when he had already agreed to help build the crossbow.

"Ted, humans are so weak compared to the demons, but they still occupy half of the land on the continent and can even compete with the demons. Why do you think this is the case?"

“Because humans have a strong ability to learn?”

"That's probably the reason." Caesar glanced at the young man who was studying technology seriously with an old man in the workshop, and said with a sinister smile, "But it's mainly because humans are cunning and good at using their brains. If the demons could learn half of the cunningness of humans, this continent would have been occupied by the demons long ago."

Ted was confused.

I just feel that there is something hidden in the words, but I don’t know what it is.

Caesar sometimes feels grateful for the memories from another world.

The humans in that world are stronger and more cunning.

They made iron boxes that could fly on the ground and in the sky, and even spit out terrifying artillery fire; the most powerful of them was the artillery shell that produced a mushroom cloud after the explosion. It was said that one shot could raze the entire Sunset Forest to the ground.

That is already a legendary power.

But the humans in that world can mass-produce such horrific means of attack...

Caesar would feel that he benefited a lot from learning a little bit of the cunning and intelligence of these humans. Before going to bed every day, he would carefully recall some of the knowledge that he found extremely novel and try his best to expand his horizons.

Just like today’s arrangement for the old blacksmith.

He never thought of letting the goblin learn the memory of making the bed crossbow, he just wanted the old blacksmith's apprentice to learn it.

This old man has been stubborn all his life, and it is very difficult to make him completely obedient.

But the boy was still young after all, and he could not resist the temptation.

If the young man could learn the skills from the old blacksmith.

He wouldn't have to waste time on the old blacksmith.

……

A week had passed since the town of Bona was captured.

Due to the previous blockade by the demons, no news was passed on before and after the town of Bona was breached. People only knew that Bona was fighting the demons in Hot Wind Highlands, but they did not know that Bona had fallen to the plague.

It was not until a caravan from Black Tower City arrived that people saw a town that had been burned to ruins. The entire town was empty. When the news was reported, Black Tower City immediately dispatched the Knights of the Guard to support the town of Bona, to see if they could find some survivors.

However, the result was dismal. It was not until the cellars were opened that a pile of rotting corpses were found in the basements of every household. It was obvious that these residents were suffocated to death in the cellars in order to escape the demons and the fire.

The bodies of the townspeople were piled up in the center of the town, almost forming a mountain, emitting a foul stench. The knights endured their nausea and anger as they poured kerosene on the corpses and set them on fire, thus putting an end to the sin here once and for all.

"Lord Karl, please notify all knights to gather immediately. There are still sins left on these corpses. Being stained with sin will make you feel sick."

The Archbishop of the Glorious Church held the Holy Cross in both hands, with a look of compassion on her fair face. She squinted her eyes, as if they were completely closed, and her gaze fell on the black-armored knight in front of her.

The Black Tower City Guard Knights are composed of the elite carefully selected from each knightly order. They are the strongest force in Black Tower City except for the Mage Order. There are only one and two Guard Knights, and each order is led by a fifth-level Silver Knight. The knight named Carl in front of him is a Silver Knight. He is famous for his skill in using heavy swords and is given the title of "Howling Wind" by other knights.

Because every time this knight attacks, he is like a gust of wind.

"The remaining sin, what is that?"

After Karl gave the order, he turned around and asked the bishop: "Is it a curse? I am not afraid of the curse of those demons."

"It's the plague," the bishop said. "When the bodies were brought out, the plague was also brought out. The plague will make your knights sick, so I have to concentrate on dealing with it."

She used Holy Dispel on the knights gathered in front of her, and a light like an angel's feather descended. Everyone felt lighter and even their breathing became smoother. In fact, they had been infected by the plague when they entered the town of Bona, but they did not realize it.

"Ordinary dispelling has no effect on this plague." The bishop murmured, "This should be a brand new plague. We must be vigilant. If the demons release this plague on a large scale on the border, it will cause us great trouble. Once the plague spreads in Surien, the consequences will be disastrous!"

"The town of Bona was conquered because of this plague?"

"Yes."

Carl held his chin and frowned.

This is where things get a little tricky.

Are we setting up a defense line along the Sunset Forest? This way, they will be easily defeated one by one.

Do we defend the city? Then, what if the enemy releases the disease again?

"Sure enough, the best solution is to just destroy the Hot Air Plateau..."

Chapter 159: Irene's Magic Learning I

"I want to save Angela, you idiots, go and rescue my sister Angela!"

Carl couldn't help but frown at the sharp shout coming from the gate of Bona Town.

Looking in the direction where the sound came from, I saw a young girl leaning out of a luxurious carriage at the gate of Bona Town, pointing and gesturing at the knights around her.

"Who is this person?"

"The youngest daughter of the Sugrian family, the fourth Duke's family, Minian, the Flower of the West."

The knight next to him prompted, "Have you heard of it, Lord Karl?"

Carl shook his head. He usually stayed in the military camp and had no interest in boring titles like the Flower of the West.

"Let's go. We have completed the investigation of Baona Town and will return to report."

Just as he was about to lead the team away, he heard a girl's voice behind him.

"Hey! Big guy, you are the leader of these knights, right?"

Minian had already run behind Carl without knowing when, followed by two servants who were at a loss and looked frightened.

"Since you are the leader of these knights, immediately order them to rescue my sister Angela!"

Minian had already been taken back to Jinggang City.

But when he suddenly heard the news that the town of Bona was attacked, he could no longer sit still.

Faced with her subordinates' obstruction, she directly put the knife to her neck and asked them to take her back to the town of Borna. The knights had no choice but to accept such a rude and unreasonable master.

However, when they arrived at the town of Bona again, they saw only a charred ruin.

Minnie Ann couldn't accept this and started crying and making a fuss.

He would have been fine with just throwing a tantrum at the knights around him, but he happened to see the one with the highest rank, and he was jumping up and down in front of him. At this time, the knights around him were all sweating.

Carl has a bad temper.

Moreover, as the leader of the Knights Guard of Black Tower City, Carl was not afraid of the power of the Sugrian family. If they angered Carl, they would not be able to clean up the mess for their young lady.

"Angela, the Vatican's envoy?"

Carl narrowed his eyes slightly and ignored Minnian's offense.

"Yes! Sister Angela is the special envoy of the Holy See. If the Holy See knows that you don't go to rescue people, not only will my Sugerian family punish you, but the Holy See will not let you go either!"

Minnian thought Karl was scared and started to talk a lot.

But the knight in front of her didn't even look at her and turned away.

"Bona Town was destroyed and the Vatican's envoy was captured. This matter must be reported to Black Tower City immediately." He jumped on his horse and the knights around him immediately followed: "Rescuing Angela is not important. What is important is that the rampant behavior of the demons has shown the signal of their attack. We must be on guard!"

After saying this, Carl led the Cavaliers away without any reluctance.

But the bishop was still there.

"Miss Minnie, your father asked me to help look after you." The bishop looked at Minnie seriously and said, "Just follow me closely for a while and don't run around."

"I, I want to save Sister Angela!"

Minian turned pale and stepped back.

"You are all bad people. Why didn't you save Sister Angela? That's a life. You are the bishop of the Glorious Church. Isn't Sister Angela a special envoy of the Glorious Church?"

"Calm down!" The bishop opened the Gospel.

A butterfly made of light flew out and disappeared into the girl's body. She felt sleepy and swayed twice, but finally couldn't resist and fell into a deep sleep. The knight behind her hurried forward to catch her body.

"Send Miss Minion to the carriage to rest."

"Yes--!"

The bishop looked grimly at the forest in the distance.

It's not that she didn't want to save Angela, but everyone knew that so much time had passed that there was no point in saving Angela.

What’s the use even if he is rescued?

It was just a body that was tainted by the demons.

It is no longer possible to serve in glory.

……

The old blacksmith was very efficient in making crossbows.