The immortal black snake just wants to live simply

That was the sculpture given to the Eternal Grand Duke by the messenger from Letania.

There is a tall, long-haired Caprini young man who plays the recorder and has a stern face. There is a small snake that spits out letters and seems to be swaying around his left corner.

At that time, the black snake liked to listen to the Witch King's music, but the Witch King knew the black snake's ability, but let it crawl onto his horn.

This represented the Witch King's trust in the Black Snake at that time.

'Grandma, what a woman's kindness!If you ask me, just kill him!Does he care about us?He just selfishly wants us to do as he wants!He doesn't care about us at all! '

'First of all, swearing and attacking are not good. Secondly, isn't it right for friends to want their friends to make progress in a better way? '

While these two black snakes were quarreling, a passing black snake broke into their view, and they tacitly aimed their fire at the third party first.

"TMD, if you say something like a pure road snake, say one thing or another, I will definitely beat you up today!"

"Uh, um, we are talking about business, don't we really need correct nonsense without nutrition..."

Both snakes tried to drive away the passing black snake in a rough and tactful manner respectively.

If nothing else, the main reason is that this black snake probably represents the body's desire to talk nonsense, and it always says some correct nonsense.

It is of no use to the discussion at all and will only continue to stalemate the situation. I am not even willing to be a mere wallflower and I must stubbornly retain my right to vote.

But this time, the black snake said something that made both black snakes stunned for a moment.

I saw it glanced at the two large groups of black snakes in confusion, and then muttered:

"I am the most rational, neutral, and objective Black Snake. When did I do such a bad job? What's more, I won't talk nonsense this time. I stand for forgiveness. After all..."

"Aren't so-called friends just enemies who haven't betrayed yet?"

After the black snakes were thoughtful and enlightened, Pure Road Snake added another sentence.

"Don't we always believe in nothing but ourselves?"

Yup……

These desperate black snakes came to their senses.

Sure enough, the friendship game has been played for too long...

I almost deceived myself!

……

Although Black Snake and the Witch King seemed to have been chatting for a long time in the Voice of the World, to the outside world it only lasted a few seconds.

Gertrude fainted after her body recovered, and 'Chalk' also dispersed the healing spell in her hand.

He slowly turned around and looked at Black Key, who was still flopping and struggling on the ground.

Trapped in spectral lines, the black keys look like writhing maggots.

"What did you do to her...what did you do to her?"

'Chalk' slowly walked to the front of the black key.

His body, which had always held its head high and held its chest high, but did not bend at all even under the pressure of the evil god that could overturn a city, bent down for the first time.

He squatted on the ground and looked at Black Key, whose body was trembling with fear, with a puzzled expression on his cold and arrogant face.

'why? '

'Now that I have been resurrected, why does Black Snake ask me to spare the life of this stupid and stupid person who has nothing but blood? '

Chapter 396 Witch King: Run away, my stupid bloodline, take her and run away!

"Run away, my stupid bloodline. Since you want to take her away, then you should take her with you and escape."

'Chalk' waved his hand and released the black keys.

At this time, the Black Key did not give up the fight, and followed the Witch King's words and left with the unconscious Gertrude.

He was obedient on the surface, but in fact he held the staff in his right hand, quietly gathering energy, and then made a sudden attack when he was about to pass by 'Chalk'.

But how could the Witch King not notice such obvious spell fluctuations?

Although Black Key deliberately used skills to hide it, in the eyes of the Witch King, his actions were no different from hiding his ears and stealing the bell.

"Idiot...my patience is limited."

Just by simply reaching out, the energy condensed by the staff will automatically dissipate.

'Chalk' easily took Black Key's staff into his hands.

But even so, Black Key still didn't resist, and instead punched 'Chalk' in the face.

"Give me my brother back, you old pervert who used someone else's body!"

But his attack was easily blocked by raising his hand.

Without even using the Origin Stone skills, 'White Chalk' just fought back with his fists, and Black Key fell to the ground clutching his stomach.

"Inferior products are inferior products. Your Origin Stone skills make me feel ridiculous, but your physical quality makes me feel pathetic!"

Although it felt like Black Key's previous verbal attack was not just directed at him, the Witch King took it seriously.

Not everyone has the courage to resist when faced with themselves, especially a weakling like Black Key.

Warlocks like Black Key who are better than the Queen's Voice are no different from weak babies in the eyes of the Witch King.

However, the other party's action of protecting Gertrude just now barely made the Witch King's evaluation of him slightly improve.

When the warlocks of Leitania use spells, they generally use music as an aid to make the spells more powerful.

As the uncrowned king of Leitanian music, he can get useful information from even a short melody.

This Caprini young man was really lucky.

He did not see that battle, and his knowledge of the Black Snake only limited to the "possessed Immortal" and Gertrude, who had raised him for a period of time.

He didn't know the origin of the Witch King and the Black Snake, and he didn't know that the Witch King would not kill the Black Snake.

And he didn't even know that he cared about Gertrude so much that he was even willing to risk death to stand in front of the dying Gertrude.

He's so lucky.

So much so that he was just able to touch the soft side of Black Snake's heart.

……

The Witch King knew that the stupid and naive guy in front of him probably didn't even know the true form of the black snake, nor had he ever seen it.

But he also knew the weaknesses of his old friend.

In certain little things He is too soft-hearted and too easily moved.

And a broken friendship just needs some good glue.

'snort!You idiot, you should be glad I'm in a good mood today. '

'Chalk' picked up Black Key's staff.

The scarlet spectrum reappeared and lingered around him, and the energy of fear condensed in his hands.

The originally silent Origin Stones in the air became active again, they sang, they danced, they supported, and they were restless.

They obeyed the Witch King's will and began to operate the energy contained in their bodies in the most efficient way according to the Witch King's ideas.

Under the shocked gazes of the Queen and Black Key, 'Chalk' bit the fingers of the other hand and spilled a few drops of blood, which froze in mid-air.

The blood droplets as big as water droplets soon began to expand, and internal organs, bones, muscles, blood, and fur appeared one by one.

A naked Caprini man with white hair, a delicate face, and a thin body floated in the air with his eyes closed and his body curled up.

Before his ascension, the Witch King was recognized as the pinnacle of warlocks in Leitania, not to mention that now he has discovered the essence of the Source Stone from the depths of the Source Stone.

Today's Witch King may have truly become the well-deserved King of Warlocks in this land.

And Source Stone skills are never limited to combat.

How limited is a person's thinking before he applies technology solely to violence?

……

The staff accompanying the black key turned into dust like the queen's staff, and at the same time, a pair of clothes was added to Bai Chao's body.

Black Key watched helplessly as his staff left him, but at this time he did not feel any dissatisfaction.

Seeing that the hair in front of him is still spreading and turning orange, the muscles on his face are squirming and changing, his body is getting taller and stronger, his clothes are getting more gorgeous, his horns are more ferocious, and he has become very similar to the old man Black Key knew in the Worldly Voice. As a middle-aged man, Black Key suddenly understood why the Witch King's remnants respected the Witch King's power so much.

Why do the Witch King's remnants think that the sound of the world, a melody that the Witch King has at his disposal, can be used as a bargaining chip to overthrow the Queen's rule?

Why do so many long for the return of the shadow that has terrorized Leitania for decades?

Why did those crazy research warlocks only see disappointment when I merged with the Voice of the World when I was young and gained strength that could rival the lonely Voice of the Queen?

Because the power that is difficult to understand and cannot be resisted will not only bring fear to people, but also make people worship.

……

Duchy of Cosice, Ministry of Arts.

A group of fashion designers are looking at their respective design plans with sad faces.

Don't get me wrong, Kasheena doesn't have any strict requirements in this regard, as long as it's a maid outfit.

But it was because of this that these fashion designers who were famous in the Duchy of Cosiche and even in the entire Ursus began to quarrel.

To this end, they even invited foreign aid, the royal designer of the Holy Castle, to provide advice.

This is not something that needs to be kept secret, and as the Eternal Grand Duke of Ursus, a noble second only to the emperor, his costume design is not a trivial matter.

But even so, they had never heard such an outrageous request in their lives.

It was as outrageous as the emperor wanting to wear the same clothes as those lower-class people... Of course, because of the special nature of the Eternal Grand Duke's existence, they could accept it.

But how to understand it and how to design it?

What if it damages the dignity of the Eternal Lord?But in the eyes of these costume designers who serve the nobles, maid costumes are something that is not worthy of publicity.

"Do you want to show off your shoulders? What I mean is, show off the graceful charm of women as much as possible..."

"What do you mean? Who instructed you to do this? What's the benefit of proposing this to you? The respected Eternal Grand Duke is not a servant raised by some nobles for fun... You are trying to damage the majesty of the empire, you are disloyal!"

"(Usas swears), what do you mean? Do you think we women dress up just to please you men?! Showing your shoulders is immoral. How can you be an old man who can't keep up with the times! Pu Xinnan is so stupid!"

"stop fighting……"

Just as the designers were arguing in the conference room, there was a soft knock on the door.

Seeing the visitor, the noisy and quarrelsome designer instantly became well-behaved.

A pink-haired Zalak woman wearing leather boots, a uniform, and a medal on her chest smiled kindly at the people inside.

"You are busy, you are busy... I just want to remind you that the deadline is coming~"

After all, customizing clothes for the body of the Eternal Grand Duke is not a big deal, but a small thing.

The Happiness and Security Committee is qualified to intervene in this matter.

Sanomi did not find a place to sit down, but walked slowly around the table, spreading everyone out and roughly scanning the design plans on the conference round table.

The designers are also arguing with each other again, but they are more restrained than before.

"The Grand Duke asked us to design a maid outfit for him. He must have...she...ahem, I mean His reasons."

"That's right, we can't design it simply...even if it's a maid outfit, we must design a maid outfit that matches the Grand Duke's status!"

"Indeed, who in this land is qualified to let the Grand Duke wear a maid uniform and serve with the humility of a servant..."

Xeno Mi, who was standing by, finally couldn't listen anymore.

She was fed up with the endless discussions between these designers. The deadline was coming soon, but they didn't even have the most basic plan in mind!

They didn't even understand the adult's true intention!

As the president of the Happiness and Peace of Mind Committee, Sanomi can pat her chest and say that no one knows how to figure out the Eternal Grand Duke’s intentions better than her!

"Sorry to bother you, could you please spend a moment of your time and listen to my opinion?"

Xenomi said politely.

Even though she was higher than everyone present combined in terms of status, she was not domineering.

After all, although she thinks she knows how to figure out the Black Snake's will, she is definitely not as good as the professional designers here in terms of clothing design.