Wrong, my skills refresh every week

The fifth one is the girl from Palum, who sits on the shoulders of a giant black demon bear. The tattoo on her sleeve is a "spear". She looks straight ahead, and despite her smallest body, she stands at the highest position, looking down on everything.

The last one was a black-haired girl, holding a familiar staff in her hands. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, and she looked a little timid. But the 10 cold soldiers behind her, wearing ghost masks and wrapped in black armor, gave the girl a completely opposite sense of oppression.

"The staff of Basram, that person is the new 'unjust' holder." The officials whispered to each other.

"Who are these people?"

"Why do I feel like they are more powerful than Valetta and the others?"

"It's the clothes. It's too oppressive standing together."

9527, who was sitting at a corner of the long table... no, Haski grinned: "Ah~, you are worthy of being Joker-sama. Why didn't Basram think of fully arming the fairy soldiers before? This way, the enemy won't seize the weaknesses of different reactions and defeat them one by one."

However, at the very end of the hall, a man shrouded in a black robe began to tremble all over.

He looked at the black-haired girl holding a staff under the throne, his eyes full of shock:

"Kasan-chan?"

Chapter 167: My daughter became my immediate boss?

The man's face was wrapped in bandages, and the single sleeve of his black robe was empty. He sat at the end, symbolizing his low status.

He was Uncle Ilion, who was persuaded by Cassandra to go and subdue monsters last month.

In just one month, relying on the actions of the dark faction, his own accumulation of several years and one month of hard work, he finally completed the sublimation of level 2 after sacrificing an arm and defeating a little dragon.

This is an unprecedented and rare case for the Thanatos family, which is composed entirely of believers.

As the only cadre of Thanatos, he was qualified to participate in this combat meeting.

He originally thought that he could rely on his status as the clan leader to try to free his daughter, but unexpectedly, he saw a familiar figure on the distant throne.

For the sake of his daughter, he even conquered the dragon. He never expected that his daughter would become a senior cadre of the coalition forces faster than himself.

What is in her hand?

Hearing the words of Hasqi, the current leader of the Apat clan, Uncle Ilion felt a little dizzy. Ten level 5 puppets actually became his daughter's thugs?

Then...how powerful is the guy who controls my daughter?

I can’t win. I can’t even beat my current daughter…

He aged several decades in an instant, and the only light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

On the throne of God.

Ciel stood in the center of the women, holding up the Heaven's Mace with one hand, and slowly raised his other hand, spreading his five fingers wrapped in black gloves, and declared:

"The necessary chess pieces have been prepared, and the invitations have been delivered."

"The Banquet will be held in three days."

"There are no so-called abandoned ones in this war. Every fallen compatriot, your bones will become a path to our long-cherished wish."

"Gentlemen, show your fangs to the adventurers of Orario! Trample them under your feet! The collapse of Orario is imminent..."

The cadres cheered!

"Master Joker! Lead us to crush those bastards in Orario!"

"Finally, my Lord's wish is going to come true!"

"Ravage! Ravage! Ravage!"

Ciel raised his hands and clenched them tightly.

The cheers stopped abruptly...

"But before that..." Ciel looked around, the corners of her mouth raised. She clapped her hands, and the maids on both sides came up with a stack of pale skeleton masks:

"Come, put on the bone mask that symbolizes the covenant and carries our common aspirations. From now on, we are a family! Let's work together to bring fear to the world!"

Following the surging emotions, all the cadres put on tattered black robes and pale skeleton masks. In an instant, they were like Hassan who could harvest lives at will. The scattered Saudi-style soldiers instantly turned into a dark entity.

Olivas, wearing a black robe and an animal bone mask, couldn't suppress the smile on his face as he watched his compatriots transform from scattered soldiers into elite assassins in an instant.

"Ah..., this is the attitude we should have!"

Valetta snorted, "What a gimmick."

Witt handed the black robe and mask to Valetta meaningfully: "What if you put on the same outfit and blend in with these cannon fodders?"

"You know, I can get to where I am now thanks to this face! Hehe, this way, everyone is the same."

Valetta's disgusted expression disappeared, she stared at the mask in Witt's hand, slowly covered her face, and then she laughed happily:

"Hahahaha..., yeah...that guy Finn would never have thought that I would be hiding among them! He's dead this time!"

In the corner of the room, the man lowered his head and pulled the brim of his hat. He was reluctant to take off his hood and veil. In the brightly lit room, he was afraid of being seen by his daughter.

But he didn't expect that it was his unusual behavior that attracted the attention of other factions.

"Hey, why don't you change?" He looked down at the man: "I haven't seen this face before, could he be an undercover agent of Orario?"

"I……"

With a swish, without waiting for any explanation, the mask on the man's face was pulled down, revealing a face wrapped in bandages.

“Yo~~You’re scarier than ours!” Dark faction A patted the man’s head hard and laughed, “Look, maybe I really found an undercover.”

He was waiting for his companions to join him in mocking the man, but to his surprise, there was total silence.

Three fully-armed black warriors stood behind the man, staring at him with empty, crazy eyes and red light shining from under their helmets.

"you……"

Before he could say anything, a sharp blade pierced through his chest, and the bloody blade came out from behind, and the coagulated blood fell to the ground.

Make a crisp sound.

You could hear a needle drop in the conference room.

Ciel walked up to the man, straightened his slightly messy black robe, and put the mask on him: "Are you okay?"

Ilion nodded dully.

Charles patted his shoulder and turned to look at the man who had fallen to the ground with blood foaming from the corners of his mouth and his eyes wide open.

He stepped on his face and stared at the surroundings with a smile: "I just said it, from now on we are a family with common ideals and aspirations."

He lowered his head and looked at the corpse that made the gurgling sound with disdain: "Look at yourself, is that how you treat your family just now?"

"I..." The man opened his mouth and blood foam gushed out again.

The upper adventurer's body is really thick, he didn't die even like this. But soon, a foot was infinitely enlarged in his field of vision, and the next moment, there was a crisp sound, and black slime exploded on the ground.

"If you don't treat us as family, then we are enemies? You see, we still have a lot of rats here." Charles narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Don't let me catch you!"

"Have you remembered it?"

Seeing no one answering, Charles put his hands in his pockets and waved: "Then let's stop here and adjourn!"

The women on the stage followed him and left. When Cassandra passed by Uncle Ilion, she took out a necklace from her arms and gently placed it in his hand.

Soon, she left with an expressionless face under the escort of 10 black-armored soldiers, and an undetectable murmur filled the air: "Ganbale (Come on)..."

Uncle Ilion looked at the necklace in his hand and slowly clenched his palm.

I was saved by my daughter again...

I'm so fucking useless, I might as well just die.

The body on the ground was quickly dragged away by the maid and cleaned up quickly, and the venue soon returned to calm.

When everyone left, Thanatos came down from the throne. He looked at Ilion, who was in a daze, and raised the corner of his mouth:

"It seems that Joker likes you very much." He touched his chin and said lightly as if he had found a toy: "Then you will lead the believers. You won't let me down."

Ilion raised his head, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he said firmly: "Yes, I will use my life to bring more death to Lord Thanatos!"

Chapter 168 A Heart-to-Heart Conversation with Miss Liang

inside the channel.

Ciel slowed down his pace and came to Cassandra: "What was that just now?"

"My father." Cassandra lowered her head. "I'm sorry, Lord Ciel, for giving away your magic amulet without your permission."

"That's Uncle Ilion?!" Charles' pupils shrank. "What a big change. It's surprising that he can even get the last place."

Cassandra bit her lip; she was also surprised to see her father's expression.

"It was all because of me that he suffered so much."

"How are you going to arrange for him?"

"I don't know." Cassandra shook her head. "Dad is beyond help. He carries the grace of death, so his final fate is certain to be death. Even if I can dream of him, I can't help him too many times. I just hope he can die with dignity."

"Is the necklace also because of the precognitive dream?"

Cassandra bowed again. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter..." Charles shrugged. After hooking up with Fels, the reserve of magic items will not be reduced, and similar items can be obtained in the future.

"I actually admire Uncle Ilion very much. He has grown to this point just because of your words." Charles sighed.

"Boss~~, when are we going to knock down our brother?" Anya chased after him from behind.

"You're still a little early. But I'll try to create opportunities for you."

She was only a little surprised to be attending a meeting of a secret faction, and then she naturally started to show off.

I didn't have the opportunity to beat up Brother Bian before, but now I have a legitimate reason.

……

One day before the big protest begins.

The dark faction prepared a trap, and Finn and others disguised themselves according to their original habits, gathered their strength in secret, and secretly prepared countermeasures.

In the past two days, Charles had been wandering the streets when he had nothing to do, secretly promoting his clan's [Fireworks], secretly familiarizing himself with the environment of the upcoming battlefield, and figuring out the location of the decisive battle that Finn might arrange.

That evening, Charles, who was selling fireworks near the Central Park as usual, met a familiar elf girl.

She was wearing a mask and had her head lowered. Although she was on routine patrol, she was worried about something.

Charles patted the girl gently from behind: "Hey~, Miss Liang."

Whoosh, Liu pressed the hilt of the knife and turned around instantly.

When his sight flashed across Charles' smiling face, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It's you, don't pat me from behind, it's dangerous."

"Ah... I'm sorry, I saw that Miss Liang seemed to be worried, so I came to see her." Charles dug into his pocket and said, "Would you like a fairy wand?"

"what is that?"

The sun just set at this moment, and Charles lit the fairy wand with a smile.

Crackling fire powder bloomed between the iron wires, forming a beautiful little flower.

"So beautiful..." Liu narrowed his eyes, and at this moment, all his worries seemed to be thrown away.

In just a few seconds, the flames went out and the surroundings fell into darkness.

"What a pity... beautiful things are always fleeting." Liu lowered his head again.

"Hehe, that's nothing, I have a lot here!" Charles looked at the girl with a smile, his fingers full of fairy wands.

The two of them sat down by the fountain, watching the burning fireworks and fell into silence.

When the third fairy stick went out, Liu spoke up as if reminiscing: "Hey, Mr. Ciel, what do you think justice is?"

Charles was stunned for a second.

Ah, so it was this, that boring god (Erebus), teasing the little girl again.

He smiled and said, "I have many answers. Which one do you want to hear?"

"Huh?" Liu widened his eyes and stared at Charles in disbelief: "Does Mr. Charles have a lot of justice?"

She didn't understand why the thing she had been pursuing was so common in the eyes of others.

Ciel chuckled and said, "I heard all of that from my friends. I thought it made sense, so I wrote it down."