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Zaruer lowered his head and gave a detailed report.

As he waited for the second seat to open his mouth and blame him, the entire frozen meeting room was silent.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zaruer coughed, and the figure who looked like an ice goddess let out a breath as if she had just woken up, and looked at Zaruer with her beautiful ice-blue eyes slightly opened.

"I understand. We need to spend a little more time. You and the other senior officials should go hunt the demigods outside to accumulate magic power for the arrival of the Chief."

A clear and cold voice came out from the cold lips of the second Xi Nilan Xueer.

"Yes, I understand. Should we organize a crusade against Blacklet immediately?"

Zaruel inquired.

"The Holy Seal Goddess of the Holy Church completed the Goddess Reincarnation first."

Nilan Xueer, who was like an ice sculpture, did not move at all, but the golden scale in her hand was shaking slightly.

"Don't underestimate the power of the Goddess of the Holy Seal, even if the Goddess' reincarnation has not yet ascended to the 'throne of God'."

"We must first gather the magic power to open the fifth eye of the Seven-Eyed Lamb, so that Chief Lady Lady Letiluna can begin hatching and prepare for her arrival."

"We can wait patiently for a few more days. I believe the fifth eye of the Seven-Eyed Lamb will open soon, right Zaru?"

Even though this second seat was so lazy, he lacked any dignity or oppression at all.

However, Zaruel would never want to challenge the second seat. Not only him, even the other "Four Horsemen" would not dare to oppose the "Head of the Four Horsemen".

"Yes, the second seat."

Zaruer bowed his head in loyalty.

The next moment, the second Xi Nilan Xue'er fell silent again, and her slightly narrowed eyes seemed to close again.

Just as Zaruer was about to leave, a voice like someone just waking up from a dream was heard.

"I will challenge for the 'Demigod Title' and then die in the ensuing war."

The king, who was sitting on the throne like a corpse, spoke. His face and body were as old as a mummy.

But the king's eyes and voice were unusually young, giving people a contradictory and incomprehensible feeling.

Chapter 218: Wendy Luna, the Hermit Society Chief

The king, who was like a mascot, spoke at this time.

Zaruul was surprised by this, for the king had been their puppet for many, many years.

Of course, Benin XII was not the first king to be treated as a puppet and "food" by them. Benin XII's father XI, grandfather 10, grandfather's father 9, and so on all suffered the same fate.

"What did you say just now? I didn't hear it clearly?"

Looking at the king who looked like a decoration, Zaruer asked again.

The king should have recognized the reality long ago. He had struggled many times before, trying to escape his fate.

But the result is predictable, he failed.

At this point, why did the king still want to conduct the trial of the "Demigod Title"? A person who is about to die, now still wants to upgrade to stage seven? This is obviously unnecessary.

"I'm the king! I'm Benin XII! I want to become Stage Seven, so that I can have enough authority to command those foolish nobles to wage war. The opponent this time is very strong, right?

King, Benin XII.

The king rules the kingdom openly.

Even though the lords and dukes all have their own families managing the cities, the only territories that belong to the king are the three cities surrounding the royal capital.

But the king's majesty cannot be violated. As a king, Benin XII possesses strong blood and talent, and as the head of the nobility, it is natural that he should possess these.

However, ever since the Hermits settled in this royal city.

The dozen or so kings before Benin XII had all become puppets, and all the major and minor events in various territories were related to the Hermit Order.

The king and the nobles were controlled by the more powerful hermit order, and the king's palace had long been the hermit order's lair.

At this point, King Benin XII seems to still want to fight for some dignity? He doesn't want to die miserably on this throne like the kings of previous generations.

Zaruer glanced at the king, then turned to look at the second Xi Nilan Xueer.

As the fifth seat, he could not make a decision, and it was not his turn to make a decision. At this time, he had to listen to the opinion of the second seat, Nilan Xueer.

"..."

However, Nilan Xueer did not respond at all, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Looking at the unresponsive Nilanxueer, Zaruer coughed lightly.

Although the second seat is prone to sleepiness, it is just a minor problem that does not require too much concern.

"Veto, you have no dignity."

Nilan Xueer opened her eyes slightly and uttered cold words. Benin XII seemed to be meaningless in front of her.

King? Still calling himself a king?

Nilan Xueer didn't care about the king's thoughts. Even if the king didn't want to cooperate, she had a way to make things go as planned.

Five days, five days is enough time for the hermit to hunt stage six or even stage seven in other places to replenish the magic power of the "Seven-Eyed Lamb".

There is no need to accompany Benin XII to challenge the trial of the "demigod title". At present, the preparations for the Chief's advent have reached the final stage. The strength of Benin XII's own magic power is no longer important.

"If you refuse to let me die with dignity, then I will make one last struggle. I am the king, and I will only accept a dignified death, not a withered death like a blade of grass growing on the throne."

King Benin XII's voice was weak, but unusually firm.

Facing the fearless Benin XII, Zarur looked at the Second Seat hesitantly. He was not frightened by Benin XII's words, but was worried that the Second Seat would be angry with Benin XII and bring disaster to Zarur.

Sure enough, the second time, Xi Nilan Xueer's eyes slowly opened wider, and her eyes were as cold as zero degrees under her snow-covered eyelashes.

Just as Zaruer was preparing to flee for refuge, the Command Seal of the "Seven-Eyed Lamb" appeared above Zaruer and Nilanxelle's heads.

"Allow me. I know what you want to do, King Benin XII, but I allow your behavior."

A disembodied female voice came from the Seven-Eyed Lamb.

This is the voice of the chief of the Hermit Order.

Hearing the voice, Zaruer immediately lowered his head, and Nilanxueer was no longer sleepy.

"Really? You know what I'm thinking, right? Aren't you scared?"

Benin XII stared at the lamb with strange eyes above his head and spoke in a low voice.

"No one can stop me from coming. Your death is certain, but you are the first king to ask us to die with dignity. I admire your courage and determination."

There wasn't much praise in the chief's voice, but the meaning was conveyed.

But this sounded a bit ironic to King Benin XII.

As a king, he was pitied by those who had usurped his power and status. But Benin XII was used to it, and he had suffered more than just this humiliation.

"Should I thank you for that? Humph, I'm leaving here. You'll send people to follow me anyway, right? It doesn't matter. After I get the 'Demigod Title', I will follow your wishes and start a war."

After saying this, the king stood up from his throne and rang the bell on the armrest of the throne.

His withered figure shook and trembled, but he still insisted on walking step by step towards the outside covered by sunshine.

Looking at his back, Zaruer shrugged his shoulders. He was surprised that the king could be so determined at the last moment.

The door of the council hall was opened from the outside, and the captain of the king's guard, Dolbis, appeared at the door.

When the king stepped out of the freezing cold room, Captain Dolbis and the king's guards supported their master, placed him in a wheelchair and pushed him away.

Gunther walked out from the shadows and followed the king closely.

Gunther, of the fourth order of the Hermit Order, will be in charge of watching over the king.

After the king left, the door of the council hall closed, and the room turned back into an extremely cold space.

"Nilan Xue'er, Black Light has used his power of time and space again. I can't spy on him like last time, but I think your power can be effective on him."

The chief's words caught the attention of Zaruer and Nilanxelle.

Zaruer did not interrupt, but just stepped aside to eat the melon.

Nilan Xueer raised her emotionless eyes and looked at the "Seven-eyed Lamb" in mid-air with doubt.

"We could just kill him."

"No, when he uses the power of time and space, his death is just a return, and his power will be greatly increased after his return. There is no point in killing him."

"Then why should the Chief care about him?"

There was a hint of incomprehension and coldness in Nilan Xueer's eyes.

In her opinion, the man named Blacklet was simply an insignificant guy.

She couldn't understand why the Chief would care about someone who wasn't even at stage seven. Black Light's strength was all dependent on external forces and was not worth mentioning.

Even she couldn't understand why Zaruul couldn't kill a little blacklet?

After thinking about it, Nilan Xueer glanced at Zaruer.

Zaruer felt cold all over. He shrugged at Nilanxueer with an innocent look on his face.

"Your power is similar to his. I need you to observe him, and even to prevent his death. Without his help, we will be able to harvest enough magic power even with the existence of the Holy Church."

The chief's voice was like an oracle. Even though Nilan Xueer was reluctant, she would not reject the chief's words.

"Okay, Sister Letty Luna, I'll do it."

Nilan Xueer closed her eyes with a little emotion, and her long eyelashes covered with snow slowly drooped.

Then, the golden scale in Nilan Xueer's hand shook slightly and gradually tilted to one side.

Nilan Xueer's body, which remained where it was, looked as if it had lost its life force.

Zaruer knew very well that the Second Seat had used his own power to leave here.

"Oh, I may have made the wrong decision."

The chief suddenly sighed.

"Is there anything that the Chief is worried about? The Second Seat is very capable, and there is no need to worry about her safety."

Zaruer asked curiously. He glanced at Nilanxelle's golden scale and comforted her confidently.