People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

"Don't bother Her Highness Michaela. The misunderstanding between us is actually nothing."

Reinhardt rejected the other party's proposal, and then asked, "Excuse me, where is Miss Dolores now? I suddenly remembered something I want to talk to her about."

Now that things have evolved to this point, for the sake of peace between Kalia and the Holy Tree, he can only remind Miss Dolores to be careful of the old pervert Servais.

As for whether you can listen to it or not, we’ll talk about it later.

"Hmm...but Dolores doesn't seem to be able to see you right now. She's talking to Servais about something important...Hey, Brother Rhine, where are you going?"

Before Michaela could finish her words, Reinhardt had already gone deep into the Round Table Hall to look for Dolores.

Michaela also exchanged glances with her sister and then quietly followed behind.

"I didn't expect that old bastard Servais was so quick..."

This arrogant old bastard, as far as he knows, as long as he can fulfill his perverted desires, he doesn't care about offending anyone.

He doesn't even intend to let his own master go.

Then, he heard faint voices of conversation outside a room deep inside.

He immediately recognized one of the voices as Servais, but the way he spoke was a little different now, with a hint of flattery in his arrogance.

I couldn't hear what the two people were saying, but I knew it seemed like Servais was lobbying Dolores.

He quietly pushed open the door and saw Servais and Dolores standing in front of the fireplace talking about something.

The slowly burning flames in the fireplace cast shadows of a man and a woman, who seemed to be doing some shady deal in secret.

Then he saw Servais pull out a medicine bottle from his wide sleeves. The bottle was filled with a pitch-black liquid, but in the darkness there were little blue spots, a turbid potion like starlight.

"Zhao, Servis, this old fox..."

When he saw the bottle of medicine, he didn't care about anything else and immediately pushed the wooden door open and walked in with a swagger.

The noise also attracted the attention of Servais and Dolores.

"Hello, both of you! Professor Servais... and Miss Dolores." Reinhardt greeted them warmly.

"...How dare you come here, you ignorant little brat? Get out of here right now! This is not your place!"

"...Reinhardt..."

Servais' voice was full of disgust, and he was still as foul-mouthed as ever. Although Dolores didn't say much, an expression of disgust was already written on her face.

But Reinhardt didn't care what they said. He walked straight to Servais and snatched the potion from his hand.

"Wow, what's this new thing? Let me see it!"

He picked up the potion and examined it carefully in the light of the fireplace, then exclaimed, "Professor Servais, isn't this the puppet potion you're most proud of?! How can you just give it away?!"

"Give it back to me, you damned little brat!"

Servais tried to snatch the potion from him, but how could a puppet like him be a match for Reinhardt?

When Dolores heard this, her face instantly turned cold. She stared at Servais coldly, the anger hidden in her eyes seemed to be questioning him - "What's going on?"

She heard Servais say that the potion was a lost potion from the Eternal City that could enhance strength.

But I've never heard of any puppet potion.

At first she was skeptical. She had indeed heard from Gideon Ofnir that Kalia knew many secrets about the Eternal City. In addition, she had been getting along well with Servais these days, and his bold words and actions made her feel that he could be trusted, so she chose to believe him.

But now...

Seeing this, Reinhardt felt that this was not enough, so he fanned the flames again, "Oh, I see. Professor Servais must have wanted to give Miss Dolores a puppet, but he couldn't find one you liked. So Professor Servais gave you the potion and asked you to make one yourself, right?"

"Shut up, you damn bastard brat!"

Servis' voice beneath the mask was filled with immense anger, the kind that almost made him grit his teeth.

He never expected that Reinhardt would suddenly appear out of nowhere, and how did he know that this bottle of potion was used to make puppets?

Even Seren, who knew the most, had no idea about this.

Even Lani had no idea about this.

"Why should we shut up? We are right, what are we afraid of?"

Servis seemed to want to explain something, but Reinhardt interrupted him with a wave of his hand. He said confidently, "Listen to me, Miss Dolores. You may not believe me, but you cannot question Professor Servis's ability!"

"The potion the professor created is a secret formula from the Eternal City. It's made from the fragments of fleeting starlight, a rare substance called Starlight Fragments."

"Except for demigods and gods, if you drink a sip, that person will be instantly transformed into a perfect puppet, at your mercy."

"If you don't believe me, you can give this potion to Lord Gideon O'Fnir. Then he will be yours alone."

"If that doesn't work, you can give it to Mr. [White Wolf Warrior] Bagram. Wouldn't it be great to have a powerful guard?"

"At worst, Vic can still do it..."

Hearing him counting the names of the members of the Round Table Hall, Dolores's face became darker and darker. Her slightly raised yurt rose and fell with her breathing, and the anger in her delicate eyes almost burst out.

Just as Servais was about to slip out the door, Dolores immediately picked up the longbow and shot out the arrow.

With a whoosh, the bullet pierced through Servais's wide robe and stuck to the door.

Seeing this, Servais didn't dare to stay any longer. He tore off his robe with a "swish" sound and rushed out of the door in a hurry.

Fighting in the Round Table Hall?

Even if Dolores dared to do so, he would not dare to do so, because this was strictly prohibited in the Round Table Hall.

And if he didn't run away, he would probably be surrounded by a large group of people soon, and he couldn't abandon this puppet.

"Damn Reinhardt, he's ruining my plans again!"

Servais cursed inwardly as he fled, as if Mr. Biddy had given him two legs.

"...Servais...you damn bastard, don't even think about running away!"

Dolores also hurriedly chased after him.

Only Reinhardt seemed to be fine, standing in the room and staring at the empty door with a smile.

"Oh, old man, I didn't expect you to run so fast..."

All he did was to maintain the friendship and harmony between Kalia and the Holy Tree. As for what would happen to that guy Servais, that was none of his business.

Anyway, you won’t die.

After all, it was just a puppet, not the person behind the scenes...

92. Servais: Thank you so much (4.5K)

"...Brother Rhine is really evil."

As soon as Dolores chased out, Torina and Malenia walked into the room.

But what is rare is that although he still speaks in a humorous and childish way, his demeanor and manner are full of the elegance of a god.

"No, I'm just telling the truth."

Reinhardt neither admitted nor denied Michaela's words, but just gave an ambiguous and perfunctory response.

But he felt that although he was not a good person, his heart was not bad.

If it were anyone else, they would have found a way to kill Servais long ago, and he really wanted to do so.

But he had no legitimate reason to do so, and before he could kill this old pervert, he had to see what Lani thought.

"...You're so modest! I was actually praising you, Brother Rhine."

This time, even Tolina's tone changed, completely shedding that childishness, and the majesty of a god was revealed between the lines.

"Brother Rhine is probably doing this for Sister Renee, right? If one of Renee's followers were to do something like this in the royal city, even a god-like being appointed by the Two Fingers would be in a very awkward position."

"Besides, Dolores is the knight I just accepted. I'm sure Brother Rhine wouldn't want a conflict between me and Sister Lani, right?"

Tolina slowly walked up to him, raised her head and looked at him. Her pale golden eyes reflected his figure, filled with joy as if she had discovered a treasure, and with a hint of clear wisdom, as if she could see through everything in the border area.

"I'm so envious. Sister Ranie actually has such a caring knight. He's not only powerful but also full of wisdom."

Torina's tone was a little sour. It was true that she really wanted to get the knight Reinhardt, but she was more envious of Lani for being able to have such followers.

"Really? But I feel I'm far inferior to you, Her Highness Torina. If your wisdom and Marenia's strength were combined, I'm afraid there would be few rivals in this border area, right?"

Reinhardt offered a halfhearted compliment, lowered his head to look the petite god-man in the eye, and said with a smile, "And, Torina... Oh no, Your Highness Michaela, are you going to stop pretending?"

"Are you ready to take off the mask and show your true face?"

"Eh? I don't quite understand what big brother is talking about."

His words made Torina tilt her head slightly, her long light golden hair tilting slightly, and her wise eyes were full of confusion.

"...Whether I was young or divine, I'm still Michaela. And today's lovely and holy Torina is still me~"

In just two sentences, Tolina completely demonstrated in front of him what was called a borderline face-changing, switching three expressions in a row.

Moreover, her gender was changed during the process. At the end, she posed cutely with her childish face, and her every move exuded a unique charm.

But the cuter she is, the more terrifying Michaela is.

As the saying goes, a dog that bites never barks.

But people who can greet others with a smile, or even stab you with a knife while smiling, are even more terrifying, and Michaela happens to be one of them.

Her emotions are not written on her face at all.

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at the same time--

"...Damn you little brat, you actually ruined my plans..."

Servais walked in the dim alley, holding onto the wall and looking around while cursing inwardly.

Servais was in such a state of disgrace at this moment.

The loose robe he was wearing was almost tattered and stained with blood. Only his hat and mask were intact, but he did not suffer any fatal injuries.

Dolores was very good at archery, and almost every arrow she shot hit its target. Every arrow would accurately penetrate Servais' clothes.

It's like a hunter playing with his prey, not trying to kill it outright, but just to torture it slowly.

Fortunately, Servais also had his own life-saving skills, and because of his puppet body, he escaped the disaster and completely got rid of the furious Dolores.

Otherwise, the hypnotic effect of the arrows bestowed by Saint Torina alone would be enough to keep Servais there.

But of course, Servais couldn't swallow this.

He was just a little bit away from getting Dolores, but because of Reinhardt's appearance, the duck in his mouth flew away...

Including the time with Se Lian, this is the second time!

Whenever he thought about it, Servais would grit his teeth in hatred, wishing he could turn Reinhardt into a puppet and let him be his footstool every day!

Although he had already started planning this matter in his mind, he had not yet found a suitable opportunity.

However, now that this brat has somehow figured out the effects and origin of the potion, it has become much more difficult to do anything about it.

The most important thing is that he doesn't know whether the medicine he has on hand can have any effect on Reinhardt.

Although he is not a god-man appointed by the Two Fingers, nor is he a descendant of King Elden, he is still an existence with laws and qualified to become a god. It is estimated that he needs to use the amber starlight fragments that represent the fate of the gods.

However, as a mere puppeteer, he had no such fate, so he could not find the legendary amber starlight.

"However, I heard that this brat was asking for information about me before. Perhaps I can take advantage of this and maybe I can catch everything I haven't been able to do this time."

The look in Servais's eyes gradually grew gloomy beneath his mask, and a sinister smile full of conspiracy appeared at the corner of his mouth.

...

on the other hand.

In a room in the Round Table Hall, the firewood in the fireplace crackled and Sir Baizhi sat at the table, quietly reading a book.

Steam was rising from the exquisite teacup on the small table beside me.

thump—

At this moment, Dolores broke in, walked to the table angrily under the gaze of Sir Baizhi, and slammed her hands on the table angrily.

"Listen, Gideon O'Fnir, I don't care how good your relationship was with that bastard Servis before, but now you absolutely have to expel that damned beast, okay?!"